A Sweet Taste of Honey

Yo.
Welcome to Wednesday.
I'm buried under 2 big editing jobs, finishing a novel to turn in by the 15th, an all the drama that is marketing a brewery and beer bar during the holiday. Toss in trying to open and book a new private rental hall into the mix? Yeah. I'm a skosh frazzled.

However....

I thought I would toss you guys a little taste of something new.....I've posted the Way Cool cover already for Honey Red (releasing Dec. 30 and already available for pre order here.) How 'bout an EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT??

Blurb: Two men suffering from visible and invisible wounds meet by chance circumstance.

Nick Traynor and Ian Donovan spend a lot of time and effort keeping it very hot, only physical, and purely superficial. But when their resolve starts to slip, a woman is tossed into their midst.

Hannah Williams wants nothing more than to do her job until something better comes along, but is forced to own up to her visceral reaction to Ian, her new boss, and later to Nick, his sometimes lover. 

Lust has a funny way of turning into companionship, and eventually evolving into a deeper connection. Faced with the internal and external complications of their potential three-way relationship, they begin to heal and trust, to consider that it might work. Then life tosses them a hardball, forcing them back into their respective corners, where each must choose what is most important.

Three people determined not to commit, thrown together by fate and undeniable attraction--their nights heat up and emotions run high in spite of a claimed mutual desire to "keep it simple." In the process of honest self-discovery, can they learn that while love is never simple, it is definitely worth fighting for?

 Never Before Seen (and sorta hot) excerpt:

An hour later, Ian was exhausted. Still tingling from the ‘quickie’ as Nick had called it with Hannah, his brain approached shut down mode after the long emotional slog of the day’s events. Jamie was draped over his shoulder, down to his dress pants and tee shirt, snoring away a sugar crash.  Nursing another beer, he handed the kid over to Tracey, the nanny he shared with Gavin and stood, stretching out the kink in his lower back.

He’d watched that whole Hannah and Nick dance floor show and was still attempting to process how he felt about it. He would have to acknowledge that above all the alpha-male possessive clamor that first rattled around in his brain at the sight of the man’s hand sliding down from her hip, to her back and lower, and the way she curved into his long, lean frame, he’d mostly been so turned on he had to duck into the men’s room and breathe deeply for a few minutes. They were beautiful together. Moving in time to the music, their lips teasing around, meeting once, then parting. Their bodies fit together like pieces of an erotic puzzle he was dying to get his hands on. He gnawed on the inside of his cheek a minute, forcing the memory out of his brain lest he tent his damn tux pants all over again.  He wanted them to do more, willed them to kiss and when they had he’d nearly leapt out of his skin.

The band shifted gears, took on a funky beat with “Boogie Shoes.” Hannah walked by, tugged his arm and they ended up on the dance floor for the next few songs. He laughed, watching her shimmy and shake, and at one point he held her close, bit her earlobe and felt her shiver. “Nice work with Nick. Quite a show.”

She turned her head, grabbed his neck and kissed him with a nearly embarrassing ferocity. He was in tune enough to her signals by now, and could practically feel her nipples hardening against his chest, could smell her lusty energy all around him. “Maybe,” she said, after loosening her lip lock on him. “You like to watch?”

“I don’t think you’ll be terribly surprised to hear this but yes, I do.” He reached back and cupped her perfect ass, drawing her closer.

“Hmm…well, in the meantime, I think we should probably call it a night.” She danced away from him, shaking her hips and looking her shoulder. He stood, hands in his pockets and watched her move away until something else caught his eye. He did a quarter turn, and saw Nick sitting with that cover model slash assistant slash fuck buddy Jake. Their faces were close, Jake was talking. Nick smiled, and the sight of it made Ian’s heart clench in his chest. When Nick took Jake’s hand and put it to his lips he had to look away. What in the name of all that was holy was he even thinking?

Entertaining some kind of perverse fantasy about putting the two people he cared about, who turned him own in body and spirit, together—so he could watch them fuck? Jesus. You are a sick bastard Donovan. The back of his neck got prickly so he turned around on reflex and looked at Nick again. The other man had his sunglasses off. The bright, clear green of his sightless eyes knocked Ian’s breath out of his lungs. He would swear that Nick could see him, really truly see. Jake put a hand on Nick’s shoulder then, and he stood, settling his Ray Bans back on place, his dog at his side. They made their way over to where Alyssa sat on Gavin’s lap.

Ian smiled at his brother. He so deserved this after all those years of insanity at the hands of his ex-wife. But his smile faded as he watched Alyssa’s brother approach them, Jake’s huge possessive hand on his shoulder. Alyssa jumped up and gave Nick a hug. Gavin shook his hand, then Jake’s. Then the men walked out, and Ian was left with his fantasies, one in particular of landing a left hook to Jake’s perfect jaw.

“Hey,” he yelped when someone wrapped arms around his waist from behind.  He drew the slight, sexy red head around to his side. “You temptress. Look what you’ve done to me with your dance floor seductions.” He held her close, trying to quell the now near crystal clear vision of Nick, between Hannah’s legs, moving up her body and sliding into her while he stood behind them and prepared to…”Jesus,” he said, when she put her hand right on his cock. “Slutty. I like it. Let’s get the hell out of here.”