I have a friend. Her name is Samantha Kane. She writes a FANTABULOUS historical menage series at Ellora’s Cave called Brothers In Arms! If you haven’t checked it out, you should! She’s amazing with this series.
Now, though she has this wonderful, hot, sweet contemporary Male/Male, Cherry Pie, set in a little North Carolina town. I LOVED this book. I was one of a few people that had the privilege of beta reading this book and had the privilege and honor of recommending the book to my editor at Loose Id! They snapped it right up!
Here’s the blurb:
John Ford packed up his life a year ago and moved from LA to small Mercury, North Carolina after the death of his long-term partner. He’s been living in a kind of suspended animation, fixing up the old house he bought there, reclusive and alone. Until the day Connor Meecham appears.
Conn Meecham has returned home, only to find it isn’t his anymore. Someone else owns his mother’s house now. But Conn needs that house to find the man he left behind more than eight years ago–before the drugs, before prison, before his life derailed. Lonely, desperate, lost, Conn finds in John a kindred soul.
Mercury is a dying town. But John sets out to change that when he learns what it means to Conn. Through home improvements, sex, old friends, sex, misunderstandings, sex, and homemade cherry pie, John and Conn may finally discover that where they are now can be heaven on earth if they want it to be.
And here is a sexy excerpt, direct from Samantha herself!
Connor closed the front door behind them, and somehow the night got brighter. John glanced toward the kitchen. It was the microwave clock light. He’d never realized how bright that was. The green splashed over the hardwood floors and the glass on the pictures on the wall.
Connor placed John’s cigarettes on the hall table, and suddenly John was backed against the wall, Connor close enough that John could feel the heat of him from nose to toes and smell the spicy soap John had bought them today.
“Tell me what’s wrong, John,” Connor said quietly. He leaned his forearm against the wall beside John’s head, and John had the completely inappropriate urge to bury his nose in the sparse hair of Connor’s underarm and breathe the life of him in.
He closed his eyes and felt Connor’s nose nudge the side of his head. When he spoke John nearly missed his words because his hot breath on John’s ear fried his brain circuits. “Tell me, Johnny,” he whispered.
John let his hand roam. It was wrong, it was stupid, but Connor so close was irresistible. He slid his open palm along Connor’s side to the dip in his lower back, and Connor shivered. John liked that. He liked that he made Connor shiver. He slowly glided that palm lower, past the loose waistband of Connor’s jeans. He hesitated at the band of his boxers, but Connor’s back moved just slightly, just enough to make John think he wanted him in there. He gently worked his index finger under the band, and there was the slightest break in Connor’s breathing. He let his other fingers follow, until he cupped Connor’s bare ass cheek in his hand. It fit perfectly, soft, round, smooth. Connor moved closer, and the muscles bunched and flexed under John’s palm, and his dick got so hard he thought it might burst through his flimsy pants and right into Connor.
“Johnny,” Connor whispered again, and suddenly it was wrong. Everything was wrong. He pulled his hand out and tried to push Connor away. Connor easily grabbed both of John’s hands and pinned them over his head. “Do you want me to make you feel better, John?” he asked in that low voice that caused the hairs on John’s arms to rise up deliciously. John made a feeble attempt to get free, but Connor just grabbed his wrists in one hand and slid the other down John’s chest, over both nipples through his soft T-shirt, and John’s body betrayed him as his hips jerked, seeking that big, rough hand.
Connor leaned down and bit one of John’s hard nipples through the soft cotton as his free hand pulled the front of John’s pants down until his hard cock popped out into the cool night air of the hallway. Then Connor wrapped his heavy fist around John’s cock and squeezed. “You want me,” Connor whispered against John’s cheek. John turned his face, blindly seeking Connor’s mouth, but Connor turned away. “You smell like an ashtray,” he said. “I don’t want to taste that.” He squeezed John’s cock again. “But I’ll taste this, Johnny.”
He let go of John’s wrists and squatted in front of him. He pointed John’s hard cock toward his mouth, closed his eyes, and leaned forward. Without hesitation John grabbed two fistfuls of Connor’s hair and stopped him.
“Don’t,” he rasped. “Don’t do it unless you mean it.” Connor didn’t fight John’s hold, didn’t look up at him. He just stayed poised there on the brink. “The last man that did that meant it,” John said. “I don’t want it if you don’t.”
If you read male/male, you should go get Samantha’s book, Cherry Pie from Loose Id today! Right now!
If you read historicals and menage, you should get started on her Brothers In Arms series from Ellora’s Cave. You won’t be disappointed. I promise.
Visit Samantha on her website.