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Blurb:
When an accident burns down Jesse’s apartment, he’s left broke and
homeless, with a giant dog and a college schedule he can’t afford to maintain.
And no family who’s willing to take him in.
Lucky for him, a sexy fireman offers him a place to stay. The
drawback? The fireman’s big Latino family lives next door, and they don’t know
their son is gay.
Tomas’s parents made their way in America with hard work and by
accepting help when it was offered, so he won’t let Jesse drop out of school
just so he can afford a place to live. Besides, Jesse’s the perfect
roommate—funny, sweet and breathtakingly cute. He climbs into Tomas’s bed and
tugs at his heart. Until Jesse starts pushing for more.
Their passion enflames their bodies but threatens to crush Tomas’s
family. Tomas is willing to fight for Jesse, but after losing everything, Jesse
isn’t sure he can bear to risk his one remaining possession—his heart.
Warning: Contains an angry older brother, judgmental best friends,
a slobbering bull mastiff, and enough red-hot gay loving to make a porn star
blush.
Excerpt:
The gay guys Tomas hooked up with
never seemed to find what he did to them demeaning, but he’d been raised to
believe it was.
That was fine when it came to
hookups at strange bars in the city, but the kid curled up on his couch
watching television wasn’t like those guys. He was sweet and had had a tough
time. He didn’t deserve to be treated the way Tomas treated men, even if Jesse
thought that’s what he wanted.
By the time he pushed open the door
from his bedroom into the living room, Jesse had twisted into the fetal
position on the couch, and fallen asleep.
“Jess?” Tomas touched his arm,
trying to shake him awake. He needed to get Jesse off the couch long enough to
unfold it into a bed.
“Hmm?” Jesse flopped onto his other
side, almost falling off in the process.
Tomas shook his head. “All right.”
He went to the other side of the loveseat and worked his arms under Jesse’s
knees and shoulders. “Up you go.” He lifted.
Waking up, Jesse wrapped his arms
around Tomas’s neck.
He smelled like soap from Tomas’s
shower, overlaid on the scent of ashes. Jesse pressed a kiss into his shoulder.
“You can take my bed tonight,” Tomas
whispered. He tried to ignore the throbbing in his belly and the urge to set
Jesse down and lie on top of him.
When he laid Jesse on the bed, Jesse
didn’t let go. “I could be rocking your world right now,” Jesse breathed in his
ear.
Soundlessly, Tomas gasped. He
couldn’t leave the circle of Jesse’s arms. Jesse was stronger than he realized,
and in that moment, Tomas was far too weak.
Author Bio
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Birkenstock-wearing
glamour girl and mother of two by immaculate conception, Daisy Harris still
isn't sure if she writes erotica. Her romances start out innocently enough.
However, her characters behave like complete sluts. Much to Miss Harris's
dismay the sex tends to get completely out of hand.
She
writes about fantastical creatures and about young men getting their freak on,
and she's never missed an episode of The Walking Dead.
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