
Title: Bleeding Like Me
Author: Riley Parks
Release Date: November 21st 2017
Genre: MM Contemporary Dark Romance
Published by: Boroughs Publishing

Being gay in their neighborhood is perilous. Being gay in a street gang is unheard of. Being gay and in love with a man in a rival gang is a death wish. Through drug addiction, brutality, and seemingly endless peril, they remain; finding stability within each other that shouldn’t exist in their volatile world.
BEAUTIFUL CONTRADICTIONHe didn't paint people; the curves of their bodies and angles of their faces never interested him as much as cityscapes. The circumstances of his life had compelled him to create new worlds that he could get lost in rather than reflect the features of the people he ran from. He constructed buildings from their foundations, making them taller and stronger than he was. He adorned the edifices with countless windows, always left open or cracked so hope could pour in and fears could seep out. Tree lined streets reminded him how to breathe, pumping oxygen through the atmosphere, off the canvas, and into his lungs.
He didn't paint people until the day he no longer desired the anonymity of his cities. The streets didn't feel like his escape anymore, not like him. Cerulean skies gave way to pale blue eyes and bus routes to pink pouts. Evan didn't paint people until he painted Jackson.
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Jackson should have been annoyed that he’d gone all the way out to Humboldt to get fucked and didn’t get the full cock ride in his ass. It should have turned him off that the redhead was clearly a dumbass, showing up to a fuck spot without a condom for his huge dick. Jackson should have been doing what he always did: fuck and forget. But for some reason he couldn’t. There was something about the Daywalker that had Jackson not giving a shit about his should-haves and thinking more about what-ifs.
The last thing he needed was to get involved with some closeted North Side twink who wore maroon collared shirts like it wasn’t a fucking insult, not to mention those goddamn skinny jeans. Dude was probably the male version of Tamara: too good-looking for his own good and needy as hell. The fact that Jackson was even considering what the redhead’s personality was like was blowing his mind. Maybe he was hypnotized by that dick. It was perfect: as thick as it was long and straight as an arrow. He loved the way it had lain full and heavy on his tongue while he was giving head and how deliciously it had stretched him during the nanosecond it was in his ass.
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