For all those who have read The Counterfeit Clause... Then do I have a surprise for you - today I am pimping Book 2 in the Rescue Twinks series...
Meeting the “one” at the local Christmas Village where he’s playing Santa and you’re on-call as a sexy elf in shimmering Elf-A-Go-Go shorts, getting to happily ever after should be a snap, right?
Well, not if you’re Adrien Jimenez, possibly the only pretend elf in the world whose picture comes up if you do a Google image search for Murphy’s Law. Mix in a brother with a penchant for creating embarrassing videos and an itchy finger on the YouTube upload button, a brand-spanking new boyfriend with some tricky issues of his own and a bff trying to dress you up in his kid sister’s Ren-Faire cast-offs, anything that can go wrong is almost bound to do so.
Oh, and don’t forget the unbalanced stalker coming for his one true love… Come on back to the land of The Rescue Twinks. We’re calling a level seven Black-Sparkle Glitter Alert, so heist up your hose and come at a run!
I will add the BUY ME LINK when this book becomes available.
Four long strides had him back across the room and stepping into the bathroom. Between one heartbeat and the next he wrapped a long arm around Adrien’s waist, lifting the smaller man up to a comfortable kissing level. He used his other arm to make sure the bathroom’s high countertop was clear of anything potentially harmful—he swept it all into the back corner of the counter. At the sudden motion, Adrien opened his mouth, a startled yelping noise issuing forth until Devon pressed their mouths together. The clink and clatter of various bottles and—good Christ, who except his madre and his lover had this much shit on their bathroom counters—other bits of fiddly stuff had Adrien squirming in his arms. Devon plopped Adrien’s delectable ass on the newly cleared counter space and slid both hands up to frame his face. He held the kiss through the entire transition, only pulling back when Adrien went boneless and pliant, opening his mouth even wider and moaning into Devon’s mouth.
Devon rested his forehead against Adrien’s. “Get in the shower, babe. I have to go meet one of my old soldiers later, and if I get in there with you I may not leave this room for several days. Well, maybe I’d make it as far as the bedroom. But even that is iffy. I’m going to go make us some lunch, and then we’ll talk about when your classes are—I know you had the Anthropology exam already, but I don’t have the rest of your schedule.”
Adrien leaned up, eyes closed as he nipped and licked at Devon’s jaw, a high, sweetly needy whine pouring out of him. Devon put his hands on Adrien’s waist to keep him steady and stepped back out of the range of Adrien’s mouth. “I—oh, Adrien, don’t make that noise. Mira, loco, that will get you fucked until you can’t walk, and make me miss my appointment.”
In the distance, a phone rang. Adrien opened his eyes. The amber color made a thin ring around huge pupils. His bottom lip poked out. “Maybe I don’t need to walk anywhere.”
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