We're thrilled share a sneak peek of Us by Sarina Bowen and Elle Kennedy, which releases very soon on March 8th. Us is the follow on to Him, an M/M romance that made our Top Reads of 2015. We had the pleasure of reading an advance copy of Us and devoured it in one sitting. Love is not a strong enough word to describe our feelings as we experienced the honesty, realness and raw vulnerability between Jamie and Wes. Confidently a TRSoR top recommendation of 2016. Don't wait another second, click here to pre-order now. We promise this a sequel that will not disappoint.
Want proof that Jamie and Wes are as hot as ever? Read an excerpt, check out some teasers, and enter to win a signed copy of Him and Us. If you're part of our TRSoR Roadies reading group, go here because we're giving away an advance copy. Happy Reading and Good Luck!
Want proof that Jamie and Wes are as hot as ever? Read an excerpt, check out some teasers, and enter to win a signed copy of Him and Us. If you're part of our TRSoR Roadies reading group, go here because we're giving away an advance copy. Happy Reading and Good Luck!
Sizzling Sneak Peek
When I wake up, there’s light escaping around the edges of our bedroom blinds. And there’s a muscled, naked man sleeping with one tattooed arm slung around my waist. I gingerly slide toward the edge of the bed, but the arm tightens its grip. “No,” Wes says sleepily.
“Let me take a leak,” I whisper.
“Come right back.”
“Deal.” On my way to the john I glance at his relaxed face. He may have been talking in his sleep just now, he looks so passed out.
After I do my thing and brush my teeth, I duck into the kitchen to grab a glass of water. I’ve chugged half of it when I hear soft footsteps in the hall, and I turn to find Wes in the doorway, slowly stroking an ambitious-looking erection. His gaze tracks me across the room as I set the glass in the sink.
“You didn’t come right back,” he rasps.
“Thirsty,” I mumble. I’m distracted by the seductive motion of his hand on his dick. The blowjobs we exchanged the other night were too hurried. Satisfying, yes, but not enough. It’s been too long since we’ve had an entire night to ourselves. An entire night to tease and explore and drive each other wild.
“Why are you still wearing those?” Wes’s eyes gleam in the early morning light as he gestures to my boxers.
He’s got a point. My boxers drop to the tiled floor. “Why didn’t you wake me up when you got home?” I counter.
He grins. “You were deep under.” His voice is gravel, and just the familiar smoky sound of it gets my blood pumping. “And we have a whole week.” He says these last three words the way someone else might say ten million dollars. Wes probably already has ten million dollars. His family is rich, and he doesn’t give a damn. What he wants most is me. And I’d be lying if I said that didn’t light me up. Wes is never stingy with his affection.
“Let me take a leak,” I whisper.
“Come right back.”
“Deal.” On my way to the john I glance at his relaxed face. He may have been talking in his sleep just now, he looks so passed out.
After I do my thing and brush my teeth, I duck into the kitchen to grab a glass of water. I’ve chugged half of it when I hear soft footsteps in the hall, and I turn to find Wes in the doorway, slowly stroking an ambitious-looking erection. His gaze tracks me across the room as I set the glass in the sink.
“You didn’t come right back,” he rasps.
“Thirsty,” I mumble. I’m distracted by the seductive motion of his hand on his dick. The blowjobs we exchanged the other night were too hurried. Satisfying, yes, but not enough. It’s been too long since we’ve had an entire night to ourselves. An entire night to tease and explore and drive each other wild.
“Why are you still wearing those?” Wes’s eyes gleam in the early morning light as he gestures to my boxers.
He’s got a point. My boxers drop to the tiled floor. “Why didn’t you wake me up when you got home?” I counter.
He grins. “You were deep under.” His voice is gravel, and just the familiar smoky sound of it gets my blood pumping. “And we have a whole week.” He says these last three words the way someone else might say ten million dollars. Wes probably already has ten million dollars. His family is rich, and he doesn’t give a damn. What he wants most is me. And I’d be lying if I said that didn’t light me up. Wes is never stingy with his affection.
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Us, Book 2, Synopsis and Purchase Link
M/M Romance, Releases March 8th
Can your favorite hockey players finished their first season together undefeated?
Five months in, NHL forward Ryan Wesley is having a record-breaking rookie season. He’s living his dream of playing pro hockey and coming home every night to the man he loves—Jamie Canning, his longtime best friend turned boyfriend. There’s just one problem: the most important relationship of his life is one he needs to keep hidden, or else face a media storm that will eclipse his success on the ice.
Jamie loves Wes. He really, truly does. But hiding sucks. It’s not the life Jamie envisioned for himself, and the strain of keeping their secret is taking its toll. It doesn’t help that his new job isn’t going as smoothly as he’d hoped, but he knows he can power through it as long as he has Wes. At least apartment 10B is their retreat, where they can always be themselves.
Or can they? When Wes’s nosiest teammate moves in upstairs, the threads of their carefully woven lie begin to unravel. With the outside world determined to take its best shot at them, can Wes and Jamie develop major-league relationship skills on the fly?
Warning: contains sexual situations, a vibrating chair, long-distance sexytimes and proof that hockey players look hot in any shade of green.
Five months in, NHL forward Ryan Wesley is having a record-breaking rookie season. He’s living his dream of playing pro hockey and coming home every night to the man he loves—Jamie Canning, his longtime best friend turned boyfriend. There’s just one problem: the most important relationship of his life is one he needs to keep hidden, or else face a media storm that will eclipse his success on the ice.
Jamie loves Wes. He really, truly does. But hiding sucks. It’s not the life Jamie envisioned for himself, and the strain of keeping their secret is taking its toll. It doesn’t help that his new job isn’t going as smoothly as he’d hoped, but he knows he can power through it as long as he has Wes. At least apartment 10B is their retreat, where they can always be themselves.
Or can they? When Wes’s nosiest teammate moves in upstairs, the threads of their carefully woven lie begin to unravel. With the outside world determined to take its best shot at them, can Wes and Jamie develop major-league relationship skills on the fly?
Warning: contains sexual situations, a vibrating chair, long-distance sexytimes and proof that hockey players look hot in any shade of green.
Him, Book 1, Synopsis and Purchase Link
M/M Romance
They don't play for the same team. Or do they?
Jamie Canning has never been able to figure out how he lost his closest friend. Four years ago, his tattooed, wise-cracking, rule-breaking roommate cut him off without an explanation. So what if things got a little weird on the last night of hockey camp the summer they were eighteen? It was just a little drunken foolishness. Nobody died.
Ryan Wesley’s biggest regret is coaxing his very straight friend into a bet that pushed the boundaries of their relationship. Now, with their college teams set to face off at the national championship, he’ll finally get a chance to apologize. But all it takes is one look at his longtime crush, and the ache is stronger than ever.
Jamie has waited a long time for answers, but walks away with only more questions—
can one night of sex ruin a friendship? If not, how about six more weeks of it? When Wesley turns up to coach alongside Jamie for one more hot summer at camp, Jamie has a few things to discover about his old friend...and a big one to learn about himself.
Warning: contains sexual situations, hotties on hockey skates, skinnydipping, shenanigans in an SUV and proof that coming out to your family on social media is a dicey proposition.
Jamie Canning has never been able to figure out how he lost his closest friend. Four years ago, his tattooed, wise-cracking, rule-breaking roommate cut him off without an explanation. So what if things got a little weird on the last night of hockey camp the summer they were eighteen? It was just a little drunken foolishness. Nobody died.
Ryan Wesley’s biggest regret is coaxing his very straight friend into a bet that pushed the boundaries of their relationship. Now, with their college teams set to face off at the national championship, he’ll finally get a chance to apologize. But all it takes is one look at his longtime crush, and the ache is stronger than ever.
Jamie has waited a long time for answers, but walks away with only more questions—
can one night of sex ruin a friendship? If not, how about six more weeks of it? When Wesley turns up to coach alongside Jamie for one more hot summer at camp, Jamie has a few things to discover about his old friend...and a big one to learn about himself.
Warning: contains sexual situations, hotties on hockey skates, skinnydipping, shenanigans in an SUV and proof that coming out to your family on social media is a dicey proposition.
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