NOBODY’S PRINCE CHARMING
AIMEE NICOLE WALKER
M/M ROMANCE
RELEASE DATE: 03.23.18
BLURB
Fire and ice. Oil and
water. Vodka and decisions. That’s what Darren McCoy and Wren Davison are: two
opposites that shouldn’t mix well. Dare believes in fairy tales, true love, and
happily ever after. Wren believes in fast cars, freedom, and no-strings sex.
What can these two men possibly have in common? A magnetic pull strong enough
to obliterate logic and reason.
For more than a year, Dare
and Wren have worked together at the Curl Up and Dye Salon. Dare has pursued
the mysterious, brooding man, and Wren has resisted his provocative charm. Then
one day, something happens that allows the men to see each other in a new
light. Wren learns that Dare hides a heavy heart behind his brilliant smile.
Dare realizes that beneath Wren’s gruff exterior beats the heart of a prince.
Passions ignite once the
men stop fighting their attraction, but will it be enough to overcome their
differences? Is Wren the prince that Dare is looking for? Can Dare teach Wren
that true love does exist?
Nobody’s Prince charming is
a modern-day fairy tale where some princes ride Harleys, and castle walls are
built to scale. It is the third book in the Road to Blissville series but can
be read as a standalone book. This book contains sexually explicit material and
is intended for adults eighteen and over.
EXCERPT
We didn’t say anything on our way up to Dare’s room because
neither of us wanted to risk waking Ralph. We were lucky that we didn’t get
caught when we pulled that stunt in the laundry room. Okay, the stunt that I
pulled. I knew that Ralph liked me, and I even suspected he knew that his
grandson had become very important to me, but that didn’t give me the right to
be disrespectful in his home. It wasn’t because we were gay either. I would’ve
felt the same if we were a straight couple sneaking up to… Couple? I rolled the
word around in my head a few times, expecting a negative thought to refute its
validity but none came. I discovered I liked the way the word felt, sounded,
and even tasted on my tongue. Just because I didn’t speak it out loud didn’t
mean it was less true.
When we got to Dare’s room, we silently undressed each other in
between soft kisses in the muted light from the lamp on the bedside table. The
mood between us was different like we both had realized something important
that day: what we shared was poignant and real. There was a confidence in
Dare’s hands when he touched me and in his eyes when he looked at me. Did he
see and feel the same changes in me?
Even my arousal was different. Rather than the all-consuming fire,
it was a slow-burning flame that never seemed to diminish or burn out. It
vibrated through me like normal, but new emotions joined the passion:
tenderness and a desire for something I didn’t deserve and shouldn’t want. I’d
been stingy with my heart for my entire life, giving it only to my mom who had
died and a boy who was nearly rejected by his family for loving me. My mom
didn’t choose to willingly leave me, but the boy did. I didn’t blame him, but
it still hurt, especially when our breakup was only a few months after my mom’s
death. I had no one in the world I could count on until I met Jimmy and Danny.
I sure as hell couldn’t count on Falcon. Just thinking about him brought on a
fresh wave of exhaustion, which killed my arousal.
Dare didn’t seem to mind. He pulled back the sheets and blankets
then gestured for me to climb inside. He joined me after I got situated then
turned off the light before he rolled over and lay his head on my chest. In the
dark, it was easier to find the words that I couldn’t speak to anyone else.
Hell, Jimmy and Danny didn’t even know that Falcon was my sperm donor, yet here
I was about to tell Dare everything.
“Wren,” he said softly in the darkness. “You don’t have to tell me
anything if you don’t want to, okay? If you do want to talk, I promise you that
nothing you say will leave this room.”
“I know, Sparkles.” I trailed my hands up and down his back,
finding comfort in the rhythm and already familiar feel of my fingers bumping
along his spine. “You’d never betray my trust.” I knew it as certain as the sun
would rise in the east. No matter what happened between us, Dare would keep my
confidence. “Once upon a time,” I began to lighten the mood. I expected Dare to
snort, but he giggled. “What?”
“That’s a phrase I use frequently in my head. I tend to work
everyday events into fairy tales.”
“Yeah? Who am I?” I asked.
“Prince Charming, duh. Only with longer hair, biker boots, and a
beefier body. My prince rides a Harley instead of a horse.”
“Sparkles, I’m nobody’s Prince Charming.”
“You don’t get to decide that,” he said in a singsong voice. “I
decide who my Prince Charming is and no one else.”
I ignored the fluttering in my stomach and dug deep for a gruff
response. “Fine, but don’t say that I didn’t warn you.”
“Once upon a time…” Dare prompted.
I am a wife and mother to three kids,
three dogs, and a cat. When I’m not dreaming up stories, I like to lose myself in a
good book, cook or bake. I’m a girly tomboy who paints her fingernails while watching
sports and yelling at the referees. I will always choose the book over the
movie. I believe in happily-ever- after. Love inspires everything that I do. Music
keeps me sane.
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