I’m excited to share the news of Starla Kaye’s new MM romance out now from Decadent Publishing. It’s an Edge novella called “Acceptance.” Here’s the cover:
I totally like it!
Being the CEO of a major architectural company in California has taken over far too much of Chase’s life, leaving no time for romance. But when a handsome Spaniard offers drinks and conversation, talking leads to one spectacular night and an awareness of what he really wants. But once Rico returns home to Spain, Chase will be alone, again.
Rico lives on his family’s strict schedules with no time for contemplating what is missing in his life. He didn’t expect to meet someone special on this business trip. But he is drawn to the big, striking blond American. Giving Chase someone to talk to, takes Rico’s mind off his problems. And a mutual attraction gives them both a chance to forget everything else and let their passionate natures run free.
Chase has a company to run and Rico must return home to Spain, a truth they must both accept, but will acceptance be enough when it comes to waking up alone?
“Take off your shirt.”
Chase’s pulse went to warp speed and he drew in a calming breath that didn’t work. Then he opened his eyes and faced the man whose intent shone in his dark regard. He wanted the same thing, yet he hesitated to move again.
Rico stepped by him and went to pull the heavy drapes shut. He switched on a lamp beside the sofa and focused on Chase once more. “I believe we both want this.”
He untucked his Polo shirt and tugged it over his head, tossing it to the carpet. His gaze locked with Chase’s as he waited for him to make the next move. Rico’s broad, tanned chest held his attention. A spattering of dark hair arrowed down to his khakis, pointing to the impressive bulge beneath the fabric. Chase longed to touch that chest. He yearned to put his mouth to the nipples tempting him. He needed to find and hold the Spaniard’s cock. Too fast. Slow down. Think.
“Do you need some help?” Rico walked closer then toed out of his shoes.
The Spaniard’s feet were bare. He’d noticed earlier that the man didn’t wear socks, a European thing. They were long, tanned, solid. He thought about that old saying, something about how the size of a man’s feet was a sign of the size of his cock. His glance immediately lifted higher. He was being ridiculous.
Rico gave a quiet chuckle. “In this case, mi amigo, it is true.”
“What?” Did he read my thoughts?
Rico cupped his impressive package. “I followed your look from my feet upward.” He squeezed the long erection, grinning crookedly. “I, too, have heard the comparison.”
Chase’s face heated and then he kicked off his shoes, giving the other man a view of his equally large feet. He’d never had any complaints about his dick. “Not that we need to measure our cocks against one another….”
Rico’s nostrils flared. “Shirt. Off. Now.” His hands went to unbuckle his belt. “Pants, too.”
Chase’s pulse picked up, but he countered, “Slow down. Enjoy this.” As Rico hesitated and watched him, he worked his shirt off and dropped it to the floor.
Rico’s eyes darkened even more and his gaze swept over Chase’s bare chest. He kept himself in decent shape and he’d been admired before, but this time felt different. He drew in a deep breath that puffed out his pecs and tightened his abs. Then he moved in front of Rico.
The Spaniard’s hands reached for him. His palms smoothed over Chase’s chest, making him tense, making him inwardly shiver.
“Nice,” Rico said gruffly. He massaged the pecs, fingered Chase’s nearly hairless chest, and flicked his thumbs over the pebbled nipples.
Chase needed to touch Rico as well and started to reach for him. But Rico shook his head and stepped back. “Not yet.”
Before Chase could protest, Rico bent over and put his warm mouth to one of Chase’s nipples. He flicked his tongue around it and Chase inhaled deeply, waited. Then as Rico’s teeth lightly nipped the tight bud, he moaned. When that mouth continued playing with him and a firm hand reached down to cup and caress his erection, Chase gritted out, “Oh, God!”
Rico teased him several more torturous seconds until he straightened, breathing hard, eyes nearly black in heat. “We must move on.”
Thanks for sharing, Starla!