Author Name: Melanie Hansen
Book Name: Signs of Life
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: Natasha Snow Designs.
Model: Cory Zwierzynski.
Photo Credit: Andrew Christian, Inc
Release
Date: September 28, 2015
Blurb:
Successful
lawyer Jeremy Speer has it all—a loving husband, a beautiful home, and a
cherished dream that’s about to become reality. He’s learned not to take
happiness for granted, meeting the challenges of life and love head-on with
unwavering commitment and fierce devotion. A series of tragic events leave
Jeremy shattered, adrift on a sea of unimaginable pain. He’s able to piece his
life back together, but instead of embracing it, he merely exists, using
isolation and punishing physical exertion to keep the world at bay.
High
school teacher Kai Daniels has a heart for at-risk kids—he was one himself, and
a teenage brush with the law and some troubled years behind bars left him
scarred inside and out. With courage, hard work, and the support of friends,
he’s built a fulfilling life that leaves no time for a relationship.
An
intense encounter with Kai at a gay club ignites a spark in Jeremy that he
thought was extinguished forever, but he’s unwilling to destroy the fragile
peace he’s managed to create, and he leaves Kai humiliated and disappointed.
Things should have ended there, but a bizarre occurrence brings the two
together in a way neither of them expected.
Pages or Words: 80,000 words
Categories: M/M Romance
Excerpt:
Jeremy almost flinched as the
man’s eyes met his but somehow he managed not to. There was something vaguely
familiar about him, which was why Jeremy had been watching him in the first
place, but he was positive they’d never met. This man was unforgettable. When
Jeremy had first walked into the club, so noisy and crowded, he’d almost turned
around and left. It was a mad impulse that led him here in the first place, and
it had been so long since Jeremy was impulsive that he felt shaken and out of
his depth. That fact alone had stiffened his resolve to stay for at least a
little while; then he’d gotten a glimpse of the beautiful, exotic man, and
nothing could have convinced him to leave.
The first thing that struck
Jeremy was how confident he seemed, how he held himself. Here was a man who
knew who he was and was comfortable in his own skin. He was simply dressed in a
tight black graphic T-shirt and jeans, but when he’d stood up from his stool to
dig his wallet out of his back pocket to pay for his drink, Jeremy’s mouth
watered as the jeans slid down to ride low on the man’s hips, showing a slice
of muscled belly.
His shoulders were broad, his
torso slim and compact yet rippling with muscle under the tight shirt. Long,
lean legs were showcased by the soft, worn jeans, black boots completing the
look. As Jeremy stood at the edges of the sheltering crowd and stared, he
noticed the leather bracelets and silver rings the man sported on his wrists
and hands, his eyes following the corded forearms up to a tattoo that was just
visible on his right bicep, the lower edge of it peeking out of the sleeve of
the shirt.
Jeremy edged closer, lust
surging through him, his eyes drinking in thick black hair, carelessly styled,
and a nose that had been broken before but did nothing to detract from the
man’s startling good looks. As he tilted his head back to take a long swallow
of his beer, Jeremy’s mouth watered at the arch of his throat, the muscles
working as he swallowed, a pair of sinful lips wrapped around the tip of the
bottle like Jeremy suddenly wanted them wrapped around the tip of his cock,
drinking him down as Jeremy emptied
his balls against the back of his throat….
Then the man’s eyes met his,
the predatory heat in them making Jeremy’s knees weak. As the man licked his
lips, Jeremy noticed with a jolt he was sporting a hoop through the lower one,
emphasizing the plump fullness of it, and the simmering lust ramped up into
raging hunger. Helplessly Jeremy moved closer, the man holding his gaze, the
eyeliner he had lightly applied around his amazing golden eyes making him look
even more exotic, dangerous.
Jeremy got as close as he
could, the people massed around the bar making it difficult to get next to his
target. The man looked Jeremy up and down leisurely, all the way to his feet
and back up to his flushed and burning face; then he slowly spread his knees
wide, making room for Jeremy between them. Jeremy moved in, feeling like he was
strangling, his chest tight, the need to touch, kiss, lick and bite
overwhelming him.
“Hey,” the man said, his
voice deep and husky, lightly accented.
Jeremy swallowed, then
nodded, all of his senses focused on the heat of the man’s body close to his,
the way his legs looked splayed around Jeremy’s hips.
“Are you here with anyone?”
he asked, annoyed at how abrupt his voice sounded. He wasn’t used to making
small talk anymore, wasn’t used to the mating dance between strangers. It had
been so easy with Brent: a backyard barbeque with friends, an introduction,
mutual attraction and easy conversation leading to an invitation to dinner.
They hadn’t spent more than a day or two apart after that.
The thought of Brent was like
ice water on his ardor, and he could feel himself shutting down, wondering what
the hell he was doing. Just as he was about to take a step back and leave, he
felt the man settle his warm hands on his hips, stroking the skin between his
shirt and the waistband of his jeans with a rough thumb.
“Just a friend,” the man said
softly. Jeremy struggled to focus, remembering he’d just asked if he was here
with anyone. The thumb caressing Jeremy’s sensitive skin was rough, callused,
and it felt so good. It had been so long since he’d been touched….
Jeremy took a deep breath. He
could do this… he wanted to do this.
It was just fucking, just mutual pleasure with a willing stranger, a stranger
he would never lay eyes on again. Purging his thoughts of anything except need,
lust, he laid his hands high on the man’s splayed thighs, drawing circles with
this thumbs along the inner seam of his jeans, flirting with his crotch but not
quite touching.
“I want to fuck you,” Jeremy
blurted, hating himself for his ineptness, his cheeks flushing hotter as the
man’s amazing eyes filled with amusement.
“Yeah, I got that, amigo,” he said, tightening his grip on
Jeremy’s hips to keep him from moving away. “And I want to let you.”
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Beautiful cover and the model is yummy! Congratulations on the new release! Looking forward to reading it!
ReplyDeleteThanks so much, Julie :)
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