Author: Cristina Bruni
Book: Seven Days
Publisher: JMS Books LLC
Publication date: January 28, 2017
Length: 181 pages
Synopsis
During a golf tournament
in Virginia, American golfer Reggie Weston meets Russell Lee, the
British former world champion in the sport. The two men hit it off when
Russell takes Reggie under his wing, teaching him the tricks of the
game.
As their friendship deepens, Reggie finds himself falling
in love with the Englishman, though he knows Russell doesn’t feel the
same. He’s painfully aware of the fact that Russell isn’t gay.
But
there’s more to Russell than meets the eye. He’s a troubled soul,
plagued by monsters in his head telling him who he should be. He’s spent
most of his life hiding his sexuality from the world so he won’t
disappoint his homophobic mother.
Is seven days enough time for
Russell to break through the years of hurt and accept the new direction
fate has in store for him and Reggie?
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Reggie
looked around, hands deep in his pockets and head up. He had been to the practice area
a few times, but under
the pale moonlight alongside
Russell, the place had a completely
different charm.
He caught up with the English player
on the green field, but chose to
stay a step away from him. He
stared as Russell mimed the movement, and thought how charming he looked in the night light: Russell
Lee, with a golf club in his hands, seemed to brighten with the
intensity of a star, and would continue giving the world his light even if he were gone.
“Hey,
Weston. Do you want to come over
and play or do you want to wait
until they close?” Russell asked, bringing Reggie’s musings
to an end. “Let me see how you putt.”
Putting…well, he was a professional
player, so he could do it. Or not?
He took the club from Russell’s
hands. Then, instinctively, he moved his hand to the back pocket of his trousers: no, he hadn’t
brought
his gloves. No need for one for the putter. He blushed. “Does
it feel good in your hands?” the
Englishman asked
in a kind
voice. Russell treated him as
if he were a child, and Reggie didn’t
know how to react.
“Well, maybe
it’s a little too long for me…”
Russell
returned the club to its place and brought back another.
“Mmm, so you use a shorter one? After all, you’re
dinky.
Try this one. It’s three inches shorter.”
Dinky? He wasn’t
as tall as Russell, but “dinky”…Reggie grunted a protest while taking the club.
That was better, at least, it
seemed to be. Keeping his hands still, he
swung slowly like a pendulum.
“It has to feel it good
in your hands,” Russell said. “You have to
feel like it’s yours.”
Reggie widened his
stance and leaned forward slightly,
elbows bent. He swung the club a couple times, but when he was
ready to strike, something happened.
Russell
stayed his hand with a tight grip.
“You have to feel it like
it’s your man…” he whispered, lips next to Reggie’s
ear.
Reggie trembled, body
shaking as if it were buffeted by a hot and devastating wind.
God, his hands…his
hands on mine.
“Close your eyes, Reggie,”
the Englishman continued, his hot breath dangerously
tickling Reggie’s earlobe.
Reggie, he called me
Reggie. Oh my.
He felt Russell coming closer, filling the
little space between them. Russell’s
pelvis touched Reggie’s lower back, an innocent gesture that confused him totally. And
excited him.
Reggie
gasped for air, and his
heart beat faster as the Englishman’s warmth wrapped him like a soft wool scarf.
“Do you know about lower
dantian breathing, Reggie?”
Russell asked, blowing on Reggie’s skin.
“I…I’m not sure,” he blabbered. He couldn’t think straight.
Even if someone had asked him when his
birthday was, he wouldn’t have been able to remember.
“Before a difficult
shot, close your eyes. The world doesn’t exist anymore; it’s just you, your golf club, and the ball. Let yourself go, free yourself, and connect with your breath, Reggie…”
Reggie obeyed. He closed his eyes as if preparing for the most
important shot of his entire career.
He was completely at Russell’s
mercy and, for the first time, he
wanted nothing else for
the rest of his life.
“For the Chinese, the origin of your breath is here,
in the
dantian
point.”
Russell’s left hand let go of Reggie’s
to gently rest on his belly. His touch was so hot, Reggie could feel it even through the T- shirt. He shivered under the pleasure as turmoil cascaded over him.
Russell’s
hand moved slowly, finding Reggie’s
belly button, then it stopped.
Reggie
swallowed—twice—and his dick yanked in his trousers. He couldn’t deny it anymore. He had an erection, for Russell and in front of Russell,
on the practice green. He’d die
of embarrassment if he survived the excitement…
Maybe the British player hadn’t noticed it, maybe the soft lights
had done their job.
Maybe…
Reggie
closed his eyes and moistened his
lips. He and Russell Lee—he had never felt as alive as when he was next to the man.
Then Russell drifted
two fingers under Reggie’s
belly button and left them there.
“Concentrate
on your breathing, Reggie. Breathe deeply, until
here, in the center of your belly…”
He pushed his fingers a little
lower than Reggie’s
belly button and, under that pressure, Reggie feared he wouldn’t be able to resist.
“While you breathe, keep your
eyes closed and visualize the
right posture, the correct grip, the path your ball will make…”
The more Russell
spoke, mouth moving closer to Reggie’s
ear, the more his voice dropped to a
whisper.
“Hit it, now,”
he ordered, letting Reggie go.
Reggie obeyed, mechanically.
He hit the ball while
keeping his eyes closed, and
he heard it roll into the hole, a perfect shot.
Reggie opened his eyes again. His head spun, as if he’d just gotten
off a roller-coaster. The Englishman smiled, proud of his teaching,
then put one hand in his
pocket.
“You know, Westie,” Russell
said, bent bending
over to retrieve the ball,
“one day you’ll win your first
tournament and I’ll be
there to congratulate you with a pat
on your shoulder. Take that as a promise.”
Author Bio
Cristina
Bruni lives in northern Italy with her husband and their child. She’s already
published many M/M novels in Italy with Triskell Rainbow publisher. Since she
was a young girl, her biggest wishes were being a mother and an author and now,
after fighting for it for years, she finally succeeded in both. She loves
travelling abroad, going to the cinema, reading Sherlock Holmes, luxury bags
and playing tennis and golf. She’s madly USA-sick and UK-sick.
She made her debut writing fanfictions and, now, her new wish would be writing
love Male-to-Male stories for the rest of her life and living on a beach in
Hawaii.
Maybe dreams will come true again, sooner or later...
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