✰ Bianca ✰ Janeane ✰
It was
just a bet . . . until feelings got involved.
This job
sucks but someone’s got to do it. My readers expect me to chronicle my very
real, very steamy encounters in my novels. I’d never want to disappoint my
fans, but the creative well has run a bit dry. Burlington, Vermont, seems like
a good place to fill it up. This town offers a tempting array of artists,
craftsmen, farmers, lumbersexuals . . . and so many beards.
But no
one prepared me for Brody. He’s young. He’s hot. He’s definitely a grump. And
he's getting under my skin. Where I want him is under my bedsheets.
When my
friend bets I’ll never be able to get Brody there, I make winning my mission.
Turns out being with Brody is more than a plot device. He’s so very wrong for
my life . . . but is he right for my
heart?
Insatiable is a standalone book in the Vino & Veritas series by Heart Eyes Press and contains a big/small, grumpy/sunshine pairing, a bed-hopping author, a jilted sugarmaker and a reluctant fake relationship.
Logan is a pretty famous erotic author. He came all the way from England to Vermont to find some inspiration. Male and naked preferably.
It was so sweet and argue-y and sparky and maple-y. I just loved those two together!
“And? Have you found the object of your ‘affection’ yet?”
Harrison asks. “Current company excluded, of course.”
I shrug and turn around, taking in the bookshop, but someone
outside catches my attention, coming out of a restaurant across the street.
Brody Mercier. I’d love to see him sprawled out in my bed,
hanging onto my lips as if they are sweeter than maple, and have him shout out
my name as I take him six ways to Sunday, effectively turning that frown upside
down.
“I think I have,” I say, looking back at my friend with a
smirk.
Harrison checks over his shoulder for who I’d been looking
at, then turns back to me in horror.
“Oh God. No. Leave the poor man alone. He’s got enough to
deal with without you chasing after him,” he says.
I take another sip of my coffee—delicious, by the way—and
sit back on the stool.
“The way I see it, he’s got a bad case of the sadsies and
could use a…smile,” I say. Or a dick in his mouth. Same difference.
“You’re an idiot.”
Harrison shakes his head, and Oz grimaces.
“What? You think you can get him? Good luck with that. That
man has been in a rut for three months now,” he says.
“Is that a challenge?” I say, addressing both of them.
Harrison rolls his eyes and sips his coffee.
“Do you ever not…um…think with your dick?” Oz asks.
“Probably not,” I say.
“I know you’ve had a lot of ‘adventures,’ but Brody Mercier
isn’t the type to fall under your spell. He almost got married for crying out
loud,” Oz says.
“All the more reason to have some fun and rebound. Hard,” I
say. “Hey! That could be the title of my next book. Hard Rebound with the
Sugarmaker.”
“I still don’t think Brody is a guy who will want a quickie
in the restroom or a BJ behind the bushes.”
“Maybe not at first.”
“Maybe not ever,” Oz counters.
“Wanna bet on it?” I ask, the cogs already turning in my
head.
I love nothing if not a challenge, and from the sound—and
look of it—Brody Mercier may just be exactly what I need to get me out of my
own rut. And we can both have fun in the process. And a bestseller at the end
of it.
That’ll show those bloody critics.
“Bet on it?” Oz asks, hesitantly.
“Yeah. Bet. You say I can’t get him, and I’m telling you
that I can have him in my bed by the end of the month, if not the week.”
“Gosh, I knew you based your stories on real life, but I
didn’t realize all you think about is sex. When was the last time you went
without sex for longer than a week?” Oz asks, leaning forward, a hand under his
chin, brown eyes staring right at mine.
“A week? Jeez. Does anyone go through such torture?” I ask.
Harrison lets out a surprised wow next to me, but both Oz
and I ignore him.
“I’ll tell you what. I’ll bet you can’t get him into bed,
and if you lose…” Oz scratches his chin and purses his lips before he speaks
again. “If you lose, you can’t have sex for three months.”
A knot forms in my throat, and I start coughing on the
coffee dregs still in my mouth.
“What the hell? Three months? That’s plain torture.”
Oz stands up straight again and shrugs.
“Well, if you’re scared—”
“I’m not scared,” I say before he can even finish. “Why
would I be? I can get him like that.” I click my fingers, and the snap seems to
give me back my confidence.
Getting guys in my bed is what I do. I never fail. The guy
to resist me hasn’t been born yet. And Brody Mercier is no exception. He may be
a challenge, but he’ll be begging for my cock before long.
“If you say so,” Oz smirks. “But if you lose, you go
celibate. Three months.”
“Fine. I lose, I go celibate.” A shudder passes over my
entire body at the mere suggestion. “But if you lose, I get your respect for my
skills and charm.”
Oz raises an eyebrow and crosses his arms.
When a
sunny young musician gets stranded with a grumpy mechanic during a snowstorm, a
lack of heat is the least of their problems…
Liam
Luckett is on an adventure. He's dropped out of his Master's program without
telling his overbearing parents and set off on a road trip across the country.
Armed with little more than his guitar, he’s looking for his best life. He
never expected his car to break down in the middle of nowhere Vermont with a
huge storm pending, leaving him stranded and at the mercy of a hunky local
mechanic.
Jasper
Cunningham is in a holding pattern. Three years after the death of his husband,
he still hasn’t moved on. A hot, younger, stranded tourist is exactly the sort
of complication this mechanic has been avoiding. But he also can’t leave him in
the snow. He brings Liam home and lets him sleep on the couch. The air is heavy
with more than snow, and when the power goes out, the two men become closer
than either of them expects.
Every
silken note Liam sings on that guitar thaws Jasper’s heart a little. Suddenly, Liam’s itchy feet aren’t so eager
to move on. When their feelings get too big to ignore, the bond they’ve formed
is tested. Will daybreak leave them going their separate ways?
He's a young and pretty California guy with a broken down car.
I really loved reading this. I wanted to move into Jasper's beautiful house with the adorable dog and ugh. Beautiful story!
I could really read books like these every day!
I reached up and wiped my face, and Liam laughed, standing
up and coming around the table. He batted my hands away and notched himself
between my spread thighs. He reached up and swiped his fingers over my cheeks,
looking down at me with eyes that looked a little scared and a little sad.
“That’ll do,” he said, threading his fingers through my
hair.
A rumbling groan fell from my mouth and I leaned into the
touch. He kept touching me, working his fingers from my hairline to the back of
my head over and over until I felt heavy and hazy with sleep.
“You were out there awhile,” he murmured, “considering you
only crossed one thing off your list.”
I sighed and rolled my neck, pressing my forehead against
his stomach and bracketing my hands around his slender hips.
“I finished your car,” I told him.
“So…” His voice was barely louder than a whisper. “So, it’s
all fixed, then?”
“Fixed.”
The confirmation had my chest tightening, my organs suddenly
too big for my ribs, the curved bones constricting around my lungs, my heart.
“You gonna take off?” I asked, even though the words sliced
my tongue as I forced them out.
“Uhm…” Liam joined his fingers together at the back of my
head, tight enough that I couldn’t not be aware of the pressure he used to hold
our bodies together. “Not quite yet, if that’s okay with you.”
The best
music comes from the heart.
Sean
Anderson has spent his life waiting to get the hell out of West Virginia. His
plans got derailed when his dad shipped him off to “pray the gay away,” but
he’s over it, ready to prove that he’s a grown-ass man who can take care of
himself. Of course, he’d have a better chance convincing himself if he could
stop lusting after his grumpy roommate.
Army
veteran Cooper Hill returned to Vermont minus one leg and one career, but
determined to build a new life. When an army buddy asks Cooper to keep an eye
on his nephew, a junior at the local college, Cooper can’t say no. He’s
expecting a sheltered kid. What he gets is a gorgeous young man whose brilliant
poetry gives voice to everything Cooper’s been trying to express. He wants Sean
more than he’s ever wanted anything. And somehow, miraculously, Sean wants him
too.
But
wanting each other isn’t the same as being good for each other . . . especially
when past pain threatens to write its own verse in their song.
A stand-alone novel in Sarina Bowen’s True North world, HEARTSONG contains first love, found family, kisses around the campfire, and two caring men who discover they make beautiful music together.
23 year old Sean has finally made it out of West Virginia. His new gay college life can finally begin - right here in Burlington, Vermont.
Time to start the rest of his life.
Sean is such a sweet and innocent guy. But he's also so curious and interested in all things gay and dating. I just adored his endless questions. Too funny! But also heartbreaking. The poor guy.
What I didn't love-love was the extreme connection to another of the author's series. I don't like things like that. I'm so weird with my reading that I always feel pressured to read everything else too - which I'm not doing this time - that would be way too much with all the authors in the True North world! Even though she really teased us with the uncle and his husband and dog :/
Head down against the driving rain, body hunched over the
injured dog, I don’t see the taillight of the car pulling out of a parking spot
until it’s almost too late. Oh fuck. I close my eyes, turn the dog away, and
brace for the impact.
Strong hands clamp down on my upper arms and yank me back.
My back slams against a hard, broad chest, and then all three of us, me, my
rescuer and the dog, are stumbling into the back bumper of a minivan.
The hands around my arms tighten and I lean against this
stranger’s body for a second. The guy is almost the same height as me, but much
broader, his chest wide and warm against my wet back. The feel of stubble
against my cheek and warm breath blowing over my ear makes me shiver.
“Sean?” he says, voice deep and smooth.
Oh, holy hell. Can it be?
“Cooper, get the hell in here!” a second man calls from
behind us.
A’course it is.
I straighten up and try to pull away. I swear his hands
tighten on my arms, tugging me back against him for a glorious but far too
brief moment before he lets me go. When I look over my shoulder at him, our
eyes meet and my words lock in my throat as a sizzle of electricity shoots down
my spine. It’s so real, I swear lighting must have touched ground somewhere. By
the way his eyes widen, Cooper feels it, too.
I can’t hear anything except our breathing and the rain
pounding on the gravel parking lot, soaking my thin t-shirt, and plastering
Cooper’s hair to his head.
In my arms, the dog whimpers, and still I can’t look away
from Cooper’s piercing gaze. What the hell is going on?
He starts to speak, and I sway towards him, holding my
breath.
Those dark, intense eyes narrow and he scowls. “Don’t you
fucking know how to drive?”
Speechless, I reel back and he grabs my arm again to keep me
from losing my balance.
“Jesus Christ,” the older man says. “Don’t either one of you
idiots have the sense God gave a goose? Get the hell inside.”
Cooper drops my arm like it’s scalding him, and I tear my
gaze away from his angry face. An older guy with dark-brown skin, grey beard,
and salt-and-pepper dreadlocks tied behind his neck waves at us from the open
doors of the diner.
Grateful for the save, I walk carefully to the doors and
into the diner.
“What happened?” the man asks as I pass him.
“This kid hit a dog and then almost got hit by a car
himself,” Cooper answers from behind me.
