THIS TIME AROUND
A ROAD TO
BLISSVILLE STORY
AIMEE NICOLE WALKER
M/M ROMANCE
RELEASE DATE: 05.05.18
Model: Jeremiah
At
the café Milo Miracle co-owns with his twin sister, coffee and pastries are
served up along with his unique blend of
sass and snark. Milo knows that small-town life often means that every day is
the same as the one before, and excitement can only
be found in the gossip that travels faster than the speed of light. When
the dark-haired Adonis who broke his heart returns home after a twelve-year
absence, Milo unhappily finds himself at the center of Blissville’s favorite
pastime.
Andy
Mason was practically a kid when he left home to pursue big-league ambitions,
but the man who returns to Blissville is humbled
by shattered dreams and secrets he’s not ready to share with Milo. Andy’s no
stranger to grit and determination, and he’ll need both to win back Milo’s cynical
heart.
Strong
wills clash with stubborn hearts, triggering
combustible passion once Andy starts renovations at the café. Milo would like
to keep Andy’s hands busy doing something other than construction. Andy would
like to suggest what Milo can do with his wicked tongue besides trade barbs
with him. Neither man is willing to budge until they get a little shove from an
outside force. Will Andy and Milo learn that trust is a two-way street, or will
this time around end as disastrous as the
first?
This time around is a witty, sexy, and
endearing love story about two men who learn how to balance push and pull, both
in and out of the bedroom. It is the fourth 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
When
Andy reached the top of the steps, he found a light switch on the wall. Only
one socket had a bulb in it, so it wasn’t bright enough for Andy to see
anything besides trunks and trunks of stuff stacked everywhere.
I
turned my head slightly to the left and saw the outline of a woman’s silhouette
out of the corner of my eyes. “Ghost!” I yelled, then dove behind Andy.
“Where?”
Andy asked, turning in circles and swinging his flashlight to illuminate every
corner of the dark, dusty space. “That?” he asked.
I peeked around his broad back and ducked my
head under his armpit to see. In the center of the flashlight beam was one of
those old-fashioned wire mannequins they used to hang dresses on. In fact, the
mannequin sported a flowing, white dress that looked like something a woman
wore in the eighteen hundreds. Of course, the white color of the gown in
contrast to the dark space gave it a ghostly appearance.
“Seriously,
Milo? I nearly pissed myself over a mannequin.”
“You
almost jizzed yourself earlier.”
“Don’t
pretend I didn’t feel your hard-on pressing up against mine, Milo.”
“True,
but that wasn’t what I was referring to.”
“Then
what the fuck are you talking about?” Andy asked, sounding angry all over
again.
“Simon!”
“You
want to talk about Simon, Milo? We’ll talk about Simon.”
“Fine,
I’m going first. Since when does your uncle want to fix you up with your
cousin? What kind of fuckery is this?”
“Paul
isn’t my biological uncle,” Andy said. “He and my dad are best friends. Uncle
was an honorary title I gave him when I was a kid.”
“Oh.”
Yeah, that took the wind right out of my sails. “Are you going to take Simon on
a date?”
“Should
I, Milo? Is he good in bed?”
I
gasped dramatically, of course. “Are you slut shaming me?”
“Are
you acting slutty?”
“And
if I was?” I demanded to know.
Silence.
“You make me fucking crazy, Milo.”
“That
makes two of us.” I realized what I said. “Wait. I meant that you make me crazy
too. So crazy that I can’t even think. You rob me of my ability to snark.”
“You
act as if that’s a talent,” Andy scoffed.
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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