Welcome to our first week of celebrating the amazing
In this week's post, we'll be talking about Nothing Serious, Nothing Special (with excerpt), and Nothing Ventured (also with excerpt), plus we'll take a look at Jay's favorite things, and offer you a giveaway to win one of her books...
First up, Nothing Serious:
Mark O’Brien is finally being honest with himself. His relationship with Rachel is over and he’s moving out of the home they've shared for six years. They get along, but he can’t fix a relationship when the person he's with is the wrong gender.
Jamie Robertson, one of the removal men, is huge and ridiculously gorgeous, and Mark is smitten at first sight. When a cardboard box splits, revealing items of a personal nature that Mark never wanted anybody to see, he's mortified. But it sparks the start of a beautiful friendship with benefits.
As Jamie initiates Mark into the joys of gay sex, the two men get increasingly close and “nothing serious” turns into something rather important to both of them. But communication isn’t their strong point. Will either man ever find the courage to be honest about his feelings?
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Secondly, we have Nothing Special:
Noah thinks he’s nothing special. Average height, a bit on the skinny side, and cute but rather geeky, he’s relentlessly ordinary. He certainly doesn’t expect to be noticed by Sol, the gorgeous dark-haired stranger Noah sees on his commute home most days. But when Noah’s friend, Dom, persuades Noah to take a huge risk in a bid to get Sol’s attention, things turn out better than Noah dared to hope. Noah and Sol start dating, and much to Noah’s surprise, his feelings seem to be reciprocated.
But Noah’s insecurities make him doubt Sol. He doesn’t believe he’s interesting enough or sexy enough to hold Sol’s attention, and as Sol tries to get closer, Noah’s instinct is to pull away to protect himself. If their relationship is going to survive, Sol needs to convince Noah that he sees Noah very differently than Noah sees himself. Because to Sol, Noah is something very special indeed.
“D’you want me to take these off?” He gestured at the slightly baggy boxers he’d borrowed from Sol after their shower earlier.
“Might as well do it properly.” Noah slid them down and kicked them off onto the floor. He felt a frisson of excitement at being naked while Sol was still covered, enjoying the odd mixture of embarrassment and arousal as Sol’s gaze swept over him. His cock thickened and filled a little, shifting slightly where it lay on his thigh.
Sol chuckled, his gaze drawn by the movement. “Stop that or I’ll never get started.”
Noah stretched out, folding his arms behind his head. “I can’t help it. It just happens when you look at me like that.”
Sol shook his head and got up to turn on the lamp by the bed. “You’re so easy. I like that in a man.” He moved the lamp so there was a little more light directed at Noah. “There. That’s perfect.” He sat back down and got to work.
He must have slept for a little while, because he was awoken by a warm hand on his shoulder and the brush of lips on his forehead. “Hey, sleeping beauty. I’m done. Want to see?”
“Please.” Noah opened his eyes and moved over so that Sol could sit beside him. Sol handed him the sketch pad so Noah could admire his handiwork.
Noah traced the lines of the drawing with his fingertip while he tried to find the words. His body was lean and slender where he lay sprawled on the rumpled sheets. Sol had shaded every dip and shadow to show the curve of muscle and the angle of his bones under the skin.
“You made me look beautiful.” He heard the surprise in his own voice. Noah had never seen himself like this before. It was so different from a photo or looking in the mirror.
“You are beautiful.” Sol’s voice was matter of fact, as though stating that the sky was blue or grass was green.
“I’m not,” Noah protested. “I’m nothing special. I’m just… ordinary.”
“Ordinary can be beautiful too. It just takes the eye of an artist to appreciate it.” Sol took the sketch pad out of Noah’s hands and placed it on the floor beside the bed. Then he threw himself down beside Noah and grinned up at him. “Now get your ordinary arse over here and kiss me.”
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And in third position this week, Nothing Ventured:
When Aiden agrees to run the Mad Mucker—a twelve-mile muddy slog over an obstacle course—he’s expecting it to be a bit of a laugh. The training will be tough, but Aiden could use the motivation to regain some fitness.
Matt is the sexy cousin of one of Aiden’s coworkers and a last-minute addition to the team. When he agrees to train with Aiden, Aiden suddenly finds the prospect of regular workouts a lot more appealing.
Soon attraction flares, and they embark on an intense physical relationship. Matt doesn’t want to fall in love with a man, and Aiden doesn’t want to fall in love at all, but despite their insistence on no strings, they grow closer. As the day of the race approaches, time is running out for them to work out how they feel about each other.
“So… where do you want me?”
“Sitting on the sofa should work, as long as you can relax your leg.”
Aiden was wearing loose running shorts which came down to mid-thigh so there was no need to take those off. But in the heat of his flat he felt uncomfortably warm with two layers on his top half, so he stripped off the long sleeved top he had on over a tank. He balled up the top and held it in his lap as he sat, just in case, hoping Matt wouldn’t notice and guess why. At least it was more subtle than using a cushion.
Matt knelt on the floor in front of him and Aiden’s cock started to take notice. Aiden was glad he’d put something in his lap, because although Matt didn’t seem completely averse to Aiden's brand of light flirting, Aiden wasn’t sure Matt was ready for Aiden’s boner sitting up and waving at him. He gripped the fabric in his lap a little tighter and tried to think unsexy thoughts. But it was difficult with six foot something of sexy kneeling right there between his spread legs.
Aiden bit the inside of his cheek as Matt laid warm, sure hands on his thigh. His palms skimmed over the coarse dark hairs there as he squeezed and stroked, assessingly.
Ouch, Aiden winced. Okay that hurt, and helped a little with his imminent hard on problem.
“There’s a tight spot there,” Matt’s thumbs dug and pressed and Aiden grimaced.
“Sorry, but if I can get the knot out you’ll feel better. It would be easier with some lotion, or oil or something though?”
“I’ve got some in the bathroom.” Aiden made as though to get up, but Matt was too quick for him.
“I’ll go, tell me where?”
“It’s the door at the end of the corridor. There’s some massage oil in the bathroom cabinet.” It was probably five years old, a gift from an ex, but it would do.
It was only when Aiden heard the sound of Matt opening and closing the bathroom cabinet that he remembered the impressive selection of lube and condoms that was in there too. Oh well, it served Matt right for insisting on poking around in other people’s bathrooms.
Matt came back with the bottle of oil. “Sensual Ylang ylang?” He raised his eyebrows as he read the label.
“It’s supposed to be sexy. Sorry I don’t have anything more medicinal.”
“It’ll work.” He returned to his position on the floor between Aiden’s legs and poured some oil onto his palm. “It’s a bit cold, but it’ll warm up.”
Aiden lay his head back on the sofa cushions and shut his eyes. Beautiful as the sight of Matt was, it was too much. So he lay and tried to let his mind drift rather than focusing on the sensations. But damn it felt good. The oil warmed with the friction as Matt’s hands worked him over. He used exactly the right amount of pressure to give the satisfying, achy feeling that it was doing something good, without hurting too much and making Aiden tense against the pain. He wanted to groan with the pleasure of it, but kept his sounds to himself. He felt himself hardening, heat pooling in his groin as he gave himself up to the sensations.
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Jay's Favorite Things:
Raindrops on roses, and whiskers on kittens.... (Sorry. My son told me to sing that to you. I’ll stop now).
Am I allowed to write favourite with a u? I can’t type it the American way. Apologies if the extra u makes US readers wince. Please bear with my British fingers.
So... my favourite things, in no particular order:
Food: Anything savoury (that extra u again) and cheesy, or spicy. I also love dark chocolate and marmite (but not together).
Drinks: Tea in the morning, water when I’m hot/actually thirsty, Prosecco for fun.
Films/movies: It’s hard to pick just one, but I have a soft spot for The Breakfast Club
Books: Again, I can’t pick just one. Can I have the entire Harry Potter series? I never get tired of those. I’m listening to the audio at the moment and it’s glorious.
Places: Anywhere by the sea or ocean. But Carnac in France is one of my favourite locations. I used to go there on holiday with my family when I was a child and it has some very special memories for me.
Restaurants: Yo Sushi is always fun/easy/yummy, and I quite like a cheeky Nandos once in a while too ;)
Colours: I love blue/green colours – teal, turquoise, marine blues. I also like purple.
Shops: FatFace, Animal and H&M
Clothes: Anything comfortable. Pyjamas are the best. But if I’m forced to wear actual clothes then stretchy skinny jeans, hoodies and Converse are my usual uniform.
More about Jay Northcote:
Jay lives just outside Bristol in the West of England, with her husband, two children, and two cats.
She comes from a family of writers, but she always used to believe that the gene for fiction writing had passed her by. She spent years only ever writing emails, articles, or website content. One day, she decided to try and write a short story–just to see if she could–and found it rather addictive.
She hasn’t stopped writing since.
Thanks for stopping by. We hope to see you again soon. Until then, happy reading!