Thrown together by circumstance, two men gamble their most prized possessions: their hearts
Trent’s life is full of drama–the ex-wife and two teenage children drama. He’s broke, he’s lonely. He’s also concerned about his health: headaches and misplaced items makes him think something serious is wrong. Meeting Max is a much-needed breath of fresh air.
Max enjoys his lifestyle–interior designer by day; BDSM lover by night.
Until he meets Trent, who is about as far from his lifestyle as he can get, but who also seems to understand him in a way that’s somehow more intimate than sex.
They should have nothing in common, but when Max calls after taking a beating, Trent answers without hesitation.
As Max recovers, Trent is confused by the feelings that grow between them, feelings he’s not supposed to have.
Because Trent is straight.
And Max is twelve years younger than him.
This is a MM romance with age gap, BDSM, hurt/comfort and sexual awakening.
Biting his lip, Trent knew he had to make a decision. His breath came fast as he extended one finger towards Max. The first touch made Max jump and glance over at him. Trent saw him swallow hard and then look back at the TV. He ran his finger along his neck, making goosebumps appear, and watched as Max closed his eyes and leaned his head a little further forward. Trent didn’t know what he was doing, he was just following his instincts. Another finger joined the first, smoothing up and down Max’s neck and hairline.
“What are you doing, Trent?” Max whispered.
“No idea,” he replied.
“Do you even know what you want?”
“I don’t understand what I want,” he answered honestly. “All I know is how I feel when you’re around.”
“And how is that?”
“Confused. Light. Horny.” He paused when he had another realisation. “Home,” he whispered.
Max looked across at him at that, eyes wide. They stared at each other for a few minutes, neither breaking eye contact.
“Can I kiss you?” Max whispered.
Trent shook his head but seeing the hurt in Max’s eyes made him clarify. “I want to kiss you,” he said softly.
Max’s eyes widened comically, and Trent would have laughed if he hadn’t been so focused on his admission. Max nodded.
Rising from the sofa instead of scooting across so he didn’t bounce Max, he moved closer then sat down sideways next to him, leg resting on the sofa between them. He didn’t want Max twisting too much and hurting himself further.
He couldn’t believe he was about to do this, but if he was honest with himself, it felt right. He lifted a hand to cup Max’s cheek and brushed against his skin with his thumb. “I don’t know what I’m doing,” he whispered.
“It doesn’t matter. Just kiss me.” Max’s breath cascaded across Trent’s face.
The first brush of their lips brought back the memory of Max’s first attempt at this, when Trent rebuffed him. A fleeting thought that he must remember to apologise for his reaction came to mind before the reality crashed in. He was kissing Max.
My own series is growing in strength and has diverted into three series now: Crush, Crush: Dark & Divergent and Crush: Universe. My second installment to the Crush series was Instant Desire, published 5th September. The third book is to be published on 21st November.