Scarred both physically and emotionally after a motorcycle accident, twenty-five year old ex fashion model and porn star Oliver Brown is about to be stripped bare by flamboyant twink Leslie Scott—and they’ll rebuild love from the bottom up.
BARING THE BEAST
Twenty-five year old Oliver Brown is addicted. Two years ago, he was at the height of his career as “Nicky Starr,” fashion model, porn actor, partier without peer. Then came the accident. Hiding his scars, both emotional and physical, he’s gone into hiding. But fine clothing is some solace. A new suit by Debussy? Better even than a ride on his motorcycle Hulk or all the things he used to give and take on camera.
Enter Leslie Scott, the flamboyant, dark-haired, heel-and-tiny-short-wearing twink sent to deliver Oliver’s newest fix. A firecracker, Leslie is dapper, generous, in touch with his feminine side but all man, and as gorgeous as any garment ever made. He makes Oliver dream of ending his reclusion, of recapturing a future forever denied him. But for that to happen, Leslie would have to strip him to the bone. Only then will they rebuild life from the bottom up.
Sweet, tenderhearted Leslie. He is perfect for Oliver. And Oliver is just who Leslie needs. I loved the Three Houseketeers. Eddie and Taylor are such good friends to Leslie and look out for him, just like Leslie does for them. They are truly friend soulmates. The pain through the last 20% of the book was so real. Leslie and Oliver are so beautiful together and they overcame their issue to have a fabulous happy ending. I also enjoyed Leslie’s shoe and dressing up fetish. So very hot, and Oliver was so very appreciative. Gregori was such a douche and needs a good wallop. However, I want to see him redeemed. He’s ugly as a person but there’s got to be a reason behind his behavior. There are so many other characters I want stories for. Especially Frankie and Laverne!
Four and a half
Molly: What music, if any do you listen to when you write?
Susan: I’m very fond of alternative and modern rock music but I have a pretty eclectic taste in music. I love bands like Kasabian, Muse, Foo Fighters, The Killers, Ed Sheeran, Hozier, White Lies, and my all-time favourite group ever is Sneaker Pimps (no longer around sadly) but they continue to exist in part with Chris Corner (ex-Sneaker Pimps) in IAMX. It’s amazing music to listen to. You can actually check out my play lists on SoundCloud and get a feel for the music I like by listening to my book playlists.
Molly: Are you a full time writer, or part time writer?
Susan: I class myself as a full time writer even though I hold down a day job. I just see myself as having two full time jobs, one with slightly less hours 🙂 I spend eight and half hours at the day job then come home and spend another six in the evenings and into the early morning hours writing and promoting myself and my books with social networking. I spend every idle moment I have, whenever I have it, writing or contributing towards building my profile. It’s a really tough situation to be in but I guess passion makes you knuckle down and carry on. Weekends are used for writing as well, although I do enjoy the occasional excursion away from my laptop. If I didn’t, my husband and family would divorce me. Hmm, I see some legal looking papers on the table-wonder what those are??
Molly: Do you hope to one day be a full time writer with no day job?
Susan: It’s really tough as I said before, trying to fit writing in around a day job. The problem is your resent the day job (at least I do) and keep thinking, “Crap, I could be writing that next chapter or putting together that blog post’. It’s a necessary evil to pay the bills as my books aren’t profitable enough yet to allow me to give up work as I’d truly like. My dream is to one day have a lovely house in the country, with a gorgeous, library cum study, where I can sit, create, write and be passionate about doing something I really love. And have a sexy butler to indulge my every whim…
Molly: Do you have a word count per day you try to hit?
Susan: For me, the minimum word count per day is 1500 words. My personal goal is for 2500 but I don’t always make it. Of course it varies, depending on how much time I have to dedicate to it. I am fairly prolific when it comes to producing books, and am fortunate enough to be so focused and driven that I make it a reality no matter what. I’m a bit of a OCD individual and getting something completed becomes a mission to the exclusion of everything else. I’m pretty selfish in that way, I have to confess.
Molly: When you finish writing a book, how long before you begin writing the next one?
Susan: Oh, the words ‘The End’ will have been written and I’ll be writing the first lines of a new one almost immediately. Of course, there will be edits, and polishing of the just completed book that will happen but generally I have the next one plotted out in my head before the other one’s even finished. Once I write ‘Chapter One’ and those first lines, the next book becomes a reality. The push is then on to get the words on the screen and at the same time, think about the next one and how they all fit together. When you write a series, you’re always thinking of the last book events and plotting how the threads all weave together in the next ones. I actually use project management software to construct my timelines and detail all the major events so the chronological flow works and I don’t trip myself up. It’s visual so you can see where the character’s paths cross and where there may be timing conflicts. Sigh. It’s all part of creating what I hope is a great story for people to enjoy.
No real lead in required
Strong fingers tangled in his hair as he kissed the crap out of Oliver, and Leslie floated in a sense of bliss. The scent of the man on top of him, his hardness digging into Leslie’s groin, the feel of lustful lips on his and the roughness of stubble on Leslie’s skin were all conspiring to send him out of his mind. He reached down and unzipped Oliver, desperate to feel that hardness in his hands. Oliver gave a heartfelt groan as Leslie’s fingers gripped his dick tightly, and his mouth grew even more ravenous. When they finally came up for air, Leslie’s lips were swollen and his brain completely scrambled by his lover’s greedy tongue and the rough strokes on his dick. He’d never felt so taken and assaulted and wanted in his life, and he loved it.
“You haven’t had any for a while, huh?” Leslie managed to get out between hungry, sloppy kisses and Oliver’s hand roaming all over his body, yanking up shirts, and rubbing his passion-hot skin.
“Christ, it has been too damn long,” Oliver panted as they stroked and mauled each other. “I’m sorry I’m not going to last enough to fuck you right now, Leslie, but we have all night. I want so badly to be inside you, but I need to take the edge off first.”
And that thought sent a thrill through Leslie’s groin and his dick exploded with creamy spurts of come that flooded his designer jeans and his groin, and he gave a strangled cry, pressed his mouth hard against Oliver’s neck, and bit down in the throes of his orgasm.
Yup, I’m a biter. Hope you can deal with it, Oliver.
Oliver yelped as Leslie’s teeth nipped skin and then he threw back his head and roared. Warm fluid coated Leslie’s hand, the scent of sex in the air overpowering. Oliver collapsed against him, both of them sticky and replete. Leslie closed his eyes to savour the fact he’d just jerked off Nicky Starr, his personal wet dream. Satisfaction radiated through his limbs and he smiled against Oliver’s sweaty shoulder.
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Susan Mac Nicol is a self confessed bookaholic, an avid watcher of videos of sexy pole dancing men, self confessed geek and nerd and in love with her Smartphone. This little treasure is called ‘the boyfriend’ by her long suffering husband, who says if it vibrated, there’d be no need for him. Susan hasn’t had the heart to tell him there’s an app for that…
She is never happier than when sitting in the confines of her living room/study/on a cold station platform scribbling down words and making two men fall in love. She is a romantic at heart and believes that everything happens (for the most part) for a reason. She likes to think of herself as a ‘half full’ kinda gal, although sometimes that philosophy is sorely tested.
Lover of walks in the forest, theatre productions, dabbling her toes in the cold North Sea and the vibrant city of London where you can experience all four seasons in a day , she is a hater of pantomime (so please don’t tar and feather her), duplicitous people, bigotry and self righteous idiots.
In an ideal world, Susan Mac Nicol would be Queen of England and banish all the bad people to the Never Never Lands of Wherever -Who Cares. As that’s never going to happen, she contents herself with writing her HEA stories and pretending, that just for a little while, good things happen to good people.
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