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In our first post, we're going to look at the Wild Side books, plus Riley's favorite things. All the way at the bottom is also a chance to win one of her books.
First up, Gone For You
Oliver Hayes wears his heart on his sleeve, and his friends never let him forget it. Every Friday night spent at Wild Side, their favorite West Hollywood bar, Oliver’s lack of hookups becomes the hot topic. It’s not that he doesn’t want a good time. He just wants it to mean something, which is a lofty goal when he’s still pining after his childhood crush, Matt, who left ten years ago to start a new life in New York City.
Matt Daniels has always felt most at home seated at a piano. He might not have entirely fit in with his family and friends, but he was always able to find himself in music. Or at least he did before he gave up his dream a lifetime ago. Now, he has a successful modeling career and should be enjoying every second of it. Yet nothing feels right, and Matt fears he’s losing himself.
Just when Oliver decides to get over Matt for good, Matt waltzes back into LA. As Matt struggles to understand what he’s missing in his seemingly perfect life, he falls right back into leaning on Oliver for support. Things aren’t what they used to be between them, though. They tumble into bed together, and it’s hard not to continue ending up there. For the first time in years, Matt’s inspired to compose again, reigniting a spark he thought long extinguished.
But as always, Oliver can’t keep his heart in check, and soon Matt realizes he’s gone for Oliver too. The biggest question is, can he fully give himself to someone if he still hasn’t figured out how to love himself?
Oliver opened the door and took one step into the room before his eyes hit Matt. Matt sitting on the side of his bed wearing nothing but a pair of black shorts. His dark brown hair looked wet as it hung against his forehead, a veil between Matt’s eyes and him. Had he showered before he’d gone down to play? Tried to talk himself out of it the same way Oliver had forced himself not to go downstairs?
Matt’s right leg bounced up and down like a jackhammer as he looked at the floor and didn’t speak. Oliver didn’t either. He didn’t know what to say, so he just took another step into the room, and then another.
It was then when Matt’s head tilted up, that he shook his hair off his forehead and his eyes met Oliver’s searing with something that he didn’t understand. He thought maybe there was some pain in there…a little confusion, but more that Oliver couldn’t read.
His breath caught when Matt pushed to his feet. The shorts hung low on his slender hips, and he was sure Matt didn’t have underwear beneath them.
His chest was smooth. He had a light trail of brown hair that dipped below his shorts, which hung so low he could see the top of Matt’s pubes.
Despite how thin he was, too thin if you asked Oliver, his muscles were well defined. He had a lean six-pack that rose slightly as Matt breathed.
Jesus, he was so fucking sexy, so beautiful it seemed unreal.
Matt moved toward him again. His gaze turned more predatory as chaos erupted inside of Oliver—pain and confusion and lust…was that what he saw in Matt too? Lust was the missing piece?
His thoughts went haywire, snapping and buzzing with years of pent up energy. And then he was moving toward Matt too. He didn’t know what they were doing, didn’t know where it came from—at least on Matt’s part—but the second they met in the middle of the room, their mouths crashed together. Matt’s hand slid behind his head, cupped it with his fingers, tangled in Oliver’s wet hair. Oliver’s fingers locked onto Matt’s lean hips, felt his hipbone press into his hand and he wanted to get on his knees and taste them. Wanted to lick and suck and explore every fucking inch of Matt’s body with his tongue.
“What are we doing?” he asked when Matt’s skillful mouth traveled down his throat.
Matt sucked on the spot where his neck met his shoulder, before he replied, “I don’t know, Ollie. I just know I need you right now.”
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Book 2, Tied To You
Miles Sorenson prides himself on his brutal honesty. Facts and logic are a hell of a lot easier to deal with than emotions. He’s got his career and a small, close-knit group of friends, and he doesn’t need nor want anything else. The total opposite of Quinn Barker, who doesn’t take life too seriously and thinks a good laugh can cure anything.
When Quinn takes Miles home, it’s supposed to be a one-time deal. Except they really click in the sack and end up spending the weekend together, enjoying each others’ bodies as much as their company…to Miles’ dismay. Matters get even more muddled when, months later, they run into each other at the popular West Hollywood bar, Wild Side, and pick up right where they left off.
On the surface, Quinn and Miles are like oil and water, but the draw between them is undeniable. As their lives further entwine, they realize there’s more to their connection than the way they singe the sheets together.
But demons from the past have a way of catching up, and no matter how strong the link is tying Miles and Quinn together, the pressure may be enough to make it snap.
Quinn leaned back on the couch and crossed his arms. Miles knew he wasn’t going to say anything. That he would sit there and wait until Miles got out whatever he needed to get out, and he was partially thankful for it but also annoyed. He didn’t want to feel like he could read Quinn and he sure as shit didn’t want Quinn to be able to read him.
“You’re driving me out of my fucking mind.” Miles ran a hand over his head as he started to pace the room.
“Me? What did I do?”
“I don’t fucking know and that’s the thing that’s driving me batshit crazy. I don’t like not having the answers, Quinn. One plus one is always two. It’s always been two for me, but now there are all these fucking variables that make me continuously come up with a different answer.” He had no idea if what he was saying made any sense. It did in his head, but by the way Quinn’s brows knitted together, he was pretty sure Quinn had reduced him to speaking gibberish.
“Me spending the weekend with you? That was not one plus one equaling two. Me coming home with you from Wild Side and staying when you asked? Nope. Not two either. Asking about your past sure as hell wasn’t two and texting and emailing isn’t two and playing video games and telling you about my past is as far from fucking two as you can get.”
“So, I’m kind of like the anti-two?” Quinn asked and Miles stopped moving. He turned and looked at him and, motherfucker, he wanted to kiss him. Wanted to shove Quinn to his knees and force his cock into Quinn’s mouth and fuck it.
“But you’re also smiling…and looking at me like you want to jump my bones. Looks like I might earn my treat after all.”
He wanted to laugh. Damn it all to hell, he wanted to fucking laugh but this was serious to him. Miles needed to understand what was going on.
“Why aren’t you two?” he asked, hating the vulnerability in his voice. He’d never been vulnerable to anyone in his life, outside of Chance and Oliver.
Quinn sighed. “Maybe I am two. Maybe I’m not. Maybe I’m just a really good fuck or maybe you realize you’re tired of keeping yourself closed off or maybe we’re destined to be best friends. Maybe we’ll just screw each other’s brains out for a few weeks and then never see each other again, and that’s the way it’s supposed to be. You can’t always have the answers.”
“But I need them,” he said simply, because it was true.”
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And there's also a prequel, Dare You To
Austin Thompson spends most of his spare time reading or logging in extra hours at the LGBTQ youth center where he works. His only standing “night out,” if you can call it that, is his weekly movie night with his best friend, Dare Nichols. Between work and Dare, it’s hard to find time for much else, so when he does actually try to date, it ends in disaster.
Dare thrives on living life on the wild side—surfing, mountain biking, sky diving. If it’s extreme, he’s game. Between sports and spending his evenings at his West Hollywood bar, Dare never sees a dull moment. Still, with all that excitement, most of his favorite times are when he’s tucked away in Austin’s apartment. Probably because he’s the only best friend Dare’s ever had.
Then the kiss happens and the men realize they don’t want to stop there. As they explore this new adventure in their relationship, Austin realizes the excitement he’s been looking for has been right there all along, and and Dare has to decide if he can conquer his only fear by risking his heart.
Previously published in the anthology, IT WAS ALWAYS YOU.Also a prequel of sorts to the Wild Side series.
“I—” Austin started, but Dare held up a hand to stop him.
“Think we could clean up the jizz before we talk? I like come as much as the next guy, but I gotta tell you, it’s going to distract me if we don’t at least put our dicks away. You’ll be trying to talk, and I’ll be trying to play swords. It’ll be a disaster.”
It had been his intention to make Austin laugh, but it didn’t work, and honestly, he’d known it wouldn’t work. They’d just crossed a line in their friendship, and there was no way Austin would let it go without a talk.
“Use the hall bathroom. I’ll use the one in my room. Give me a second to grab you some clothes,” Austin replied.
Dare opened his mouth to tell Austin he would go home and come right back, but the green lasers Austin shot at him told him just to listen. The man really was getting bossy lately.
Dare headed to the bathroom. The second Austin tossed him a pair of sweats, he closed the door and leaned against it. Honestly? He couldn’t care less about the fact that their dicks had been out and they were messy. Messy sex was good sex in his mind, but the truth was, he’d needed a minute to get himself under control.
He’d just blown Austin. He’d jerked them off together. Seen the way he closed his eyes tightly, small wrinkles forming around them before he’d come. Seen the look in his eyes when Dare told Austin to open them.
Dare had never had any kind of sexual encounter with anyone he cared about before. He tried not to care about too many people at all, but Austin had not only found his way inside, but now they’d crossed another line and Dare didn’t know how he felt about it.
Okay, so that was a lie. His dick liked it a lot. His dick actually wanted to know what it felt like in Austin’s mouth too, or even better, how hot and tight it would be to be buried balls deep in his ass.
He was trying not to think with his dick, though. He needed to use his brain because this wasn’t just anyone. This was Austin. The guy who got him to read Harry Potter, even though he didn’t know it. The man who watched movies with him every week. It didn’t matter that he canceled dates with other people for work, or to relax with a book, when it came to their Sunday nights, Austin never missed a date. He’d never had anyone in his life who made him feel important the way Austin did. He’d never known what it was like to be a priority for someone, to have a person who wanted to spend time with him, and not because he was a good fuck, or because he knew how to have a good time…just because he was him. Dare.
He was scared to death of losing that…of fucking up…of hurting Austin…of getting hurt himself.
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Riley's Favorite Things:
- Book: Two Boys Kissing
- City: San Francisco
- Color: Purple and gray
- Drink: Water or Starbucks lol
- Food: Any kind of Mexican food
- Candy: Chocolate covered cherries
- Place to blow 100 bucks: Bookstore!
- TV Show: My So Called Life
- Vehicle: Jeep
- Pet: Dog
- Social Media: Facebook
- Time to write: Mornings
More about the author:
Riley Hart is the girl who wears her heart on her sleeve. She's a hopeless romantic. A lover of sexy stories, passionate men, and writing about all the trouble they can get into together. If she's not writing, you'll probably find her reading.
Riley lives in California with her awesome family, who she is thankful for everyday.
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