You Cayuga Cougar fans are going to be all sorts of tickled! August and Sal's book is now up for preorder and you get a peek at the gorgeous cover as well as some preorder links. Take a long look at this beautiful book...
How darn sultry is that cover? And the romance that's inside is just as sensual and romantic. Here's the blurb, a few buy links (more will be available soon) and an excerpt to wet your whistles...
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Blurb:
August Miles has the
world on a string professionally.
Augie, as his friends and teammates call the unassuming young goaltender, is on
the fast track to the pros. The starting goalie for the Cayuga Cougars, he has
a year or two in Cayuga to hone his skills and all his career dreams will have
come true. Pity his personal life isn’t riding the same high. He’s the only one
among his group of friends without that special someone to call his own.
Until he meets Salvatore Castenada at a lakeside party. The attraction is
white-hot and more than a little wonderfully overwhelming for the romantically
inexperienced goalie. August quickly discovers that Sal is everything he’s
dreamed of in a man: mature, settled, sinfully handsome, and filled with gentle
humor. Sal is also HIV positive.
Will Sal’s revelation about his status end this budding relationship before it
can even begin? Or will the two men be able to handle the challenges life—and a
championship run for the Cougars—throws at them?
R-Rated Excerpt:
Several days later, trying to be nonchalant
about things, I stood outside his door, empty container in my hand, features
schooled not to reflect how scared I was.
He looked shocked to see me on his doorstep. “Hey,”
he said.
I held up the empty dish.
His gaze darted to the container, then back to
me, a smile tugging at the corner of his sensual mouth. “Looking for a refill
or something more?”
“Both.”
He stepped aside to let me enter. I paused
just inside the front door, turning to look at him after he shut it.
“I’d like to have more,” I said, and held out
the container like some sort of orphan in a musical.
“More what?” he asked, and I heard the
uncertainty in his voice.
“More food and more you.”
“Are you sure, August?”
I nodded.
He gently took the container, his eyes locked
with mine. “Are you one hundred percent sure? Maybe you should take more time.
I’m not a prime dating candidate for you. I’m seropositive and I’m fifteen
years older than you are. I can almost guarantee you that some of your friends
are going to be against us seeing each other.”
“I don’t need more time and I don’t need
friends who would be so judgmental. Yes, I’m one hundred percent sure. I’ve
spent days reading, watching videos, and then reading more. I even talked with
a medical professional. I know what I’m going to be facing—what we’re going to be facing.”
He tossed the container onto a small table at
the end of the sofa. “We can never have unprotected sex. Ever. Not even once.”
“I know,” I said as want began pumping through
my veins.
“If a condom breaks you could get infected.”
He stared deep into my eyes.
“I know,” I replied. “I know all the bad
things that can happen. I still want to date you.”
“No, you just think you know all the bad things, Aug. There’s so much you don’t
know.” He sounded sad and weary.
“Then I’ll learn. Sal, I want to be with you,
okay? I mean, if you don’t want to be with me, then that’s fine. I’ll just
leave and you’ll never have to look at my dumb face ever—”
Sal stepped up to me without a word and pushed
my back against the wall. A shocked grunt escaped me right before his mouth
dropped over mine. He ran his tongue over the seam of my mouth. I let him in.
He was powerful, possessive and hungry. His tongue slipped around mine as his
hands found the edge of my shirt.
Breaking the kiss, he jerked my shirt upward,
not caring that it caught under my chin. He just tugged harder to get the
neckband free. Once the material popped free, he grabbed the shirt with both
hands and held my arms over my head, the soft cotton keeping my hands off him.
“I should tell you to leave now, but I want
you too bad to be noble,” he growled.
He captured my mouth again, this time letting
his body lean in to me from chest to knees. My fingers slipped out of the T-shirt
and I pushed them between his. Sal gyrated against me. His hard cock slid over
mine. I sucked in a heated breath. He moaned, then began feasting on my neck,
collarbone, and finally a nipple. He slipped his hands out of my grip and his
palms, flat to my arms, slowly slithered downward.
