Well known as a
playboy, Griff Broderick, MotoGP world champion, didn’t realize a chance
meeting in a club would lead to him looking at his life in a whole new way.
What was more surprising to him, the person who changed his life was a man!
after the greatest night of his life, a knock on his door threatens to take
that life away from him. Choosing to take the chance, Griff ignores the offers
of help from the one person who knew the truth: Corrie Deschamps. Losing his
job, Griff has time to ponder his errors and mistakes. He knows, the biggest
one was losing Corrie.
Deschamps, injured army veteran, knows the night with Griff Broderick was only
a one night thing but the stubborn man’s refusal to accept his help has Corrie
frustrated. Was Griff really so ashamed to admit he was with a man? But then
Corrie stumbles into a life he never expected, with a man he thought he’d never
see again: his brother, Raff McMahon. He tries to forget the one night he spent
with Griff Broderick, the greatest night of his life.
at De’ath of You Enterprise headquarters, brings them together again. Corrie’s
reaction is not one Griff, or the owners of De’ath of You, expected. Refusing
to have anything to do with him, Corrie storms off.
Griff knows how
hard he is going to have to work to prove himself to Corrie, to get his
forgiveness for rejecting him and his help. How can he prove Corrie is the man
for him? That he will never want another person, male or female.
trust Griff, never believing the gay-for-you premise, but he wants him.
Corrie’s body yearns for him. Can he get over his fears and accept him into his
life, and into his heart?
Will Griff be
prepared to be seen with another man? Will he accept his sexuality? What
happens when he gets bored and wants to return to the race track and MotoGP? Is
there a place for Corrie in that lifestyle?
It’s time for
them to man up and claim the love and life they want.
This is a gay
love story and involves hot, steamy sex between two men and is therefore
recommended for readers over the age of eighteen.
Point of View
you’re scared it wasn’t that good?” I watch as he nods, “Trust me, babe, it was
that good.” I whisper and reach up to kiss his cautious face. “Wanna check?” I
wink, expecting him to laugh and shrug it off.
do.” I watch as he swallows hard. “But not tonight, I’m exhausted and have
taken another painkiller, but, when we’re both ready, we will.”
butterflies wake up and bluster around in my stomach. Shit, what if it’s not as
good as he remembers?
you suddenly looking so nervous? Are you having second thoughts? Because, we
can back off.” Corrie looks as if he expected this.
I’m just worried that maybe it won’t be as good for you. That it won’t be what
you remembered it to be. It’s narrow margins again, the difference between
reality and memory, of expectations and disappointments. Y’see, I remember it
as being that good, too.”
take control, I melt against him and my fingers tangle with his. When he breaks
away, his eyes flare with lust as they burn into my own.
“We need to
stop, Griff; I want to do this right. I’m not going to rush it.” His expression
is so honest, I can only nod. Dipping his head, he kisses me softly this time.
“Good night, Griff.”
I lie in
his arms for a long time, listening to his quiet breathing. Every now and then,
his fingers twitch and tighten around my body. My head is full of thoughts and
images of my life or, more specifically, my sex life. Is this why I never felt
a connection with the women I fucked in the past? Have I simply assumed I’m
supposed to be straight? No, it’s not that: I like women. I like the softness
of their bodies, I like the way they smell and even taste. But none of them
compare to the feel of Corrie’s skin, and the hard muscles underneath, or the
taste of him. The scent of his clean sweat is all man; he has a rich, slightly
spicy, woodsy scent that makes my mouth water. The rough stubble on his chin
excites me as my fingers scrape over his jawline. Still, I feel like I should
be freaking out, I’m lying virtually naked with another man. Why does this feel
About J.J. Harper
I’m J J
Harper or Jess to my friends and family. I sit in my living room typing away,
with my dog and a warm fire in the winter. And in the summer, I sit in the garden
soaking up the sunshine, still tapping away on my laptop, still with my
dog. I write hot, sexy and lovable male
romance with men that you wish you could keep to yourselves. I find it hard to
share them 😉
into writing after a suggestion from my husband set some seeds sowing in my
head and the ideas started to flow. I have found something that I absolutely
love doing. I’m a true romantic and always want to see a happy ever after in my
books and in life.
I’m a mother
and a wife but tend not to live by those definitions, I have still yet to work
out how to act my age!! Lol. And I have no intentions of growing up or growing
old gracefully, I live in a small very quiet village in Lincolnshire, UK, with
my husband and my dog and spend all day dreaming up stories full of really hot