Release Day!#LoveOfTheGame #ALoveOfNovel ~~~ Special Excerpt just for today!
Cover handpainted by Ian Brown of IB's Art Studio.
Johannes is starting his new life as a rookie in the best hockey league in the world, the NHL. His new home for the next four years is Montreal, Canada, and he's excited to get to his destination when a storm arrives, stranding him in Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris, France.
In the airport lounge, he tries to amuse himself the best he can. He's nursing a lukewarm beer, and about to head back to join his parents at their table, when the most gorgeous man he's ever seen, with piercing green eyes, buys him a drink. He swears he has never been so instantly turned on as he is in that moment. The man flirts openly with him, making no secret of what he wants from Johannes as he invites him to meet in private. Not being out only makes Johannes hesitate for a moment before accepting the beautiful stranger's come-on.
Charlie, a cocky and opinionated, ex-submissive and reporter is leaving Paris after being on vacation when the studly jock just happens to appear out of nowhere - served on a silver platter. Charlie sees no reason to deny himself a last rendezvous before he gets on his plane back to Canada.
What he doesn't expect is this stranger to see the real him. Charlie's normal plan of attack is to take charge. But when it backfires, and the studly stranger not only takes control but makes him want more, Charlie does the only thing he feel comfortable doing. He runs!
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“What is that cologne you wear?”
“Wh…What?” Did Charlie just stutter? Was he nervous? Johannes smiled, loving the effect he had on the otherwise confident man.
“You smell good. What is it?” Johannes knew he shouldn’t, but he let go of the doorknob, leaving the door to slowly swing open, and ran the back of his fingers over Charlie’s nape. Charlie shivered but he didn’t jerk away. That had to count for something.
“It’s especially strong right here,” Johannes murmured.
“I don’t know… Maybe my body wash?” Johannes wanted to taste that spot where Charlie’s neck met his shoulder, so he did, right there in the hallway where anyone could see. He leaned in and twirled his tongue over Charlie’s skin.
“It has a hint of vanilla in it,” Charlie offered.
“That’s it. Vanilla…and you. It’s a good mix.”
“If you say it’s girly, I’ll kick you in the nuts,” Charlie threatened.
“Did you hear me complain?” Johannes chuckled, shaking his head. Charlie was an expert on running hot and cold. He was one of a kind, a man with many layers, and Johannes wanted to discover each and every one of them.
He whispered in Charlie’s ear, “Better than vanilla ice cream.”
“Are you trying to seduce me with sweet talk?”
“You bet I am. I’m sure you’re fully aware of your own sex appeal.” He pushed Charlie gently but firmly through the door, closing it behind him.
“I know what I want, yes. There’s nothing wrong with that,” Charlie said as he looked around the large open-plan living room and kitchen. “Nice digs.”
“Thanks, and no, there’s nothing wrong with that at all, as long as you are honest with yourself and don’t try to convince yourself you want something else.”
“Was that even English?” Charlie smiled, a real genuine smile, and Johannes thought he might melt.
“Shut up,” he laughed, toeing off his shoes and hanging up his jacket. “You want a drink? I don’t have any beer or anything. Just some diet soda and water. Juice, maybe?”
“Any diet soda is fine, thanks. Who decorated your place?”Johannes went around the kitchen island, keeping Charlie in his sights as he took two diet Cokes from the fridge and poured them into large glasses.
“I did mostly, with a little help from my mom and dad.” He made a face and then winked.
“Aww, a mama’s boy.”
“Probably more of a daddy’s boy, if anything.” He wrinkled his nose as Charlie laughed. “That sounded really bad, didn’t it?”
“Yes, it did.” Charlie was still laughing.
Johannes held out one of the glasses, making sure their fingers brushed as Charlie took the drink from him. The spark between them was instant and undeniable.
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