Title: His Convenient Husband
Series: Love and Sports, Book One
Author: Robin Covington
Publisher: Entangled Publishing
Release Date: October 9, 2017
Heat Level: 4 - Lots of Sex
Pairing: Male/Male
Length: 50,000
Genre: Romance, marriage of convenience, interracial romance, sports romance, LGBTQ
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Synopsis
NFL football player Isaiah Blackwell
lost his husband three years ago and is raising their teen son alone. He lives
his life as quietly as his job allows, playing ball to support his family but
trying not to draw unwanted attention. His quiet life is shaken up when a
mutual friend introduces him to Victor, a visiting principal ballet dancer who
is everything Isaiah is not.
Brash and loud, Victor Aleksandrov has
applied for political asylum to avoid returning to Russia, where gay men are
targeted and persecuted. He’s been outspoken about gay rights in his home
country, and if he doesn’t get asylum, going back to Russia is a death
sentence.
Their one-night stand turns into a
tentative friendship, a relationship they both agree is temporary…until
Victor’s denied asylum. Isaiah can’t offer Victor a happily ever after, but he
can propose something that’ll keep Victor in the US and safe. . .marriage He
just doesn’t expect his new husband to dance away with his heart.
Excerpt
Victor didn’t even think. If he had
thought about it, he would have talked himself out of it, but his body took
over, and before he knew it he’d pulled Isaiah into his arms. Nothing sexual,
nothing calculated, just an embrace for a man who’d lost something precious and
who’d carried the weight of his grief, and the grief of his son, on his
shoulders.
Isaiah didn’t fight him, just melted
against him, his large arms wrapping around Victor’s body as he allowed the
moment to spool out naturally. Victor slowly released the breath he was
holding, afraid that any sudden movement would spook Isaiah back into his
previous arm’s length regimentation.
The house was quiet, soft music drifting
out from the docking station, Evan’s muffled footfalls overhead as he
undoubtedly chattered away with his best friend. He curbed his desire to make
this more than it was, ignoring the voice in his head that whispered that this
was what he always thought having a family would be like. A warm, safe home,
children, and a man who loved him, and building a life together.
This wasn’t it, but it was as close to
perfect as he was likely to get, so he’d take it. For as long as he could have
it. They’d never discussed an end, but the natural end date was when he gained
his citizenship. So, three years. Not long, but he’d take it, because Isaiah
was quickly getting to him, taking up residence in the part of his heart he’d
never thought would be filled.
Pathetic? He didn’t care. Victor was a
romantic, something he had in common with Stephen. And look how Stephen had
fallen. Victor didn’t have a chance.
The music switched, shifting down into a
slower rhythm, not a Latin beat by any measure, but sultry. They began to move
together. Victor didn’t make a conscious decision to dance, but it was the
language that came most easily to him, and he responded to the natural sway of
the embrace.
Isaiah followed his lead, the shuffle of
their feet falling easily into a modified variation of the bachata. Limbs
pressed against each other, muscles flexing as they moved slowly, finding their
own pace. Victor sucked in a breath when Isaiah’s hands ran across the bare
skin of his back, callouses dragging and igniting sparks of arousal in their
wake. He made a sound, low but audible, and somewhere between a gasp and a moan,
prompting his husband to pull back, eyes locked on his own.
Victor was relieved when he didn’t end
the exquisite torture, but instead continued to maintain eye contact as they
swayed together in the honey-glazed light of the kitchen. He was hard, sure
that Isaiah could feel it through the thin material of his sweatpants, because
he felt Isaiah’s erection through his dress pants. They shifted against each
other, cocks aligning in a way that made the most of the lazy friction, sending
ripples of pleasure over his skin and up his spine.
And then Isaiah pulled him closer, and
Victor buried his face in the sweet dip of his shoulder, inhaling the scent of
laundry detergent, cologne, and the intoxicating smell of his man. Isaiah’s
hands dipped lower on his back, fingertips skimming the waistband, the
occasional slip below the edge ratcheting his heartbeat up to the point where
he knew it could be felt by the man holding him.
“So beautiful.” The words coasted across
Victor’s skin, barely above a whisper. “Such a temptation.”
“I’m here for the taking,” Victor
replied, his fingers coasting over the nape of Isaiah’s neck just to satisfy
the urge to feel skin.
The moment was cloaked in madness, which
was the only explanation for his mistake, and he knew it was the last thing he
should have said when Isaiah went still, his fingers unconsciously digging into
Victor’s hips.
They both pulled back, slowly, stubbled
cheek against stubbled cheek, until their mouths were touching. Victor licked
against his husband’s soft lips, begging for entrance and diving in when he was
granted admission. Spice and sweet lemon and heat were everything in this kiss,
more exploration than demand as they held on to each other and gave in.
The remains of dinner were around them,
but this was another kind of hunger, and he’d waited too long to have it
satisfied. Victor knew how good they could be together, and while he knew they
would walk the razor’s edge between emotion and pure physical indulgence, he
was willing to risk it. If he fell, then he’d embrace it.
But he knew he’d be falling alone.
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Meet the Author
A USAToday bestseller, Robin Covington
loves to explore the theme of fooling around and falling in love in her books.
Her stories burn up the sheets. . .one page at a time. When she’s not writing
she’s collecting tasty man candy, indulging in a little comic book geek love,
hoarding red nail polish and stalking Chris Evans.
A 2016 RITA® Award finalist, Robin’s
books have won the National Reader’s Choice and Golden Leaf Awards and finaled
in the Romantic Times Reviewer’s Choice, and the Book Seller’s Best.
She lives in Maryland with her handsome
husband, her two brilliant children (they get it from her, of course!), and her
beloved furbabies, Dutch and Dixie Joan Wilder (Yes – THE Joan Wilder)
Drop her a line at
robin@robincovingtonromance.com - she always writes back.
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