It's here, it's here! Designated Bottoms is live today at the Torquere site, and I couldn't be more excited. No really. It would be impossible. All new stories from B.A. Tortuga, Julia Talbot, Shannon West, Kiernan Kelly, KC Wells, and Sean Michael... and me. Yes, I got to be on that list.
Sorry I'll stop squeeing in a moment. Probably.
All these bottom-starring stories are conveniently collected right here. But if you want to sample them one at a time, you can do that too. The Mistell, my offering about a hottie gamer who finds someone via a few chat misfires, is here.
More places will have the books soon, but obviously we love publisher direct. [ETA: Designated Bottoms at ARe // The Mistell at ARe]
Since the descriptions of the full book and The Mistell are already there on the Torquere site, I figure I can offer up something different. So here's a little first kiss excerpt from The Mistell...
[Samir] reached up high, cat-like, eyes closed, shirt lifting to expose a line of skin and hard abs that made my mouth water.
I wondered if he was thinking of leaving. And I didn’t want him to. So I said, “Shots?”
“It’s late.” He lowered his arms and smiled. “And I gotta drive back to Morgantown.”
“Stay,” I said before I could stop myself.
He licked his lips, gaze darting away from mine.
I didn’t even realize I was licking my lips in response until it was already done. My face heated up of a sudden—holy shit, was I actually embarrassed? Okay, but so was he, which was good, probably? Holy shit. I cleared my throat. “Uh, I didn’t mean that in a skeevy way. I mean, um.”
He scratched at the back of his neck, laughing quietly. Yep, he was definitely going a little pink, too. He totally felt it. “I didn’t think you were being skeevy.”
“Well, now that we’ve been super awkward, we can get on with it?” I suggested.
He chuckled out loud. “I don’t do awkward. It’s cool. I mean, it was gonna happen eventually.”
“Yeah, there’s definitely a little...” I gestured between the two of us, grinning.
“Definitely.” He looked almost relieved. Ugh, how adorable.
“You’re way hotter than I expected.”
“That’s what I was thinking,” he admitted. His body language had totally changed back to easy, rounded (broad) shoulders, comfortable stance, charming little grin.
“Okay. No awkward. Just a shot.” I gestured and led the way to the kitchen. He followed silently, and as I got down the glasses and bourbon, leaned against the counter to watch. I said, “And then...” As I poured.
One of his dark eyebrows shot up. “And then?”
God, the eyebrow thing was hot too. Okay, fuck it, I was just gonna go for it. He was into it, I was into it, what the hell. I finished pouring and handed him a shot glass. “Kiss?”
He laughed. “Right. Let’s try it.”
“One. Two. Three.” We both slammed our shots when I finished counting, then set aside the shot glasses. I reached out, grabbed the front of his super soft t-shirt, and pulled myself closer, tilting my face just so.
He went with it, reaching out to put a hand on my hip and tilting to match. Our lips met, cool from the bourbon, closed at first, but not tightly. He opened up a little and I went with it, tasting liquor from both of us, and let my tongue just barely flick at the place where our mouths met, lips pressed to lips, then sliding as we readjusted it.
He was good. Gentle, not pushing for anything more, but a kind of thoughtful kisser. I was a huge fan of kissing, but it had been a long time since I’d just let myself enjoy it for what it was without thinking about what came next. Maybe that was why it gave me that feeling, like pinpricks of electricity all over my skin, slowly warming my blood. Or maybe he was just that good. Didn’t matter; I liked it. A lot.
With a soft sound, he closed it off and pulled back a little. Hand still at my hip. “That’s good.” He almost sounded surprised, whispering as his long eyelashes fluttered open.
The eyes were just straight up unfair. I had to clear my throat again before I could say, “Yeah.”
He blinked quickly. “Is that bad?”
“No.” I shook off my stupor a little faster, then. “Hell no. I just—“
He laughed and pulled away, reaching for the bottle. “I get it. Another shot?”