Alrighty then! The Trouble With Angel is being released by Torquere on 5/11/2011. I'm excited for you all to meet Angel, he's a tight-assed smarty pants, who's got the hots for a straight (?) - laced baseball player. Sound yummy? Take a peek...
Here's a little tease...
Irritated, Brandon pushed back from where he'd been spooned around Angel, flopping onto his back.
"What?" he asked crankily.
"You're in my bed." Sitting up, eyes darting around, Angel paused. "Wait. I'm in your bed." He looked under the covers. "Whoa. Dude. Naked."
Sighing, Brandon rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands, then rolled his head on the pillow. "Uh-huh." He arched his brows. "You look like the kind of guy who sleeps in the buff." Running one hand over his belly, Brandon admitted shamelessly, "I do, too."
Mouth open, Angel stared at him, silky black hair all rumpled. "But I... you-- I think I was, uh, drunk."
"Yes, you were. Kind of adorable, too."
Angel actually blushed, ducking his head. The early morning sun highlighted the redness across his cheekbones.
"Now that's adorable, too." Sliding his tongue over his teeth to hide another smile, Brandon watched Angel fidget with the sheet. He slid his hands behind his head. "I have to say, I didn't expect to see this softer side of Angel Vargas." Brandon watched in open amusement as Angel's head popped up.
"Hey! I'm not--" Angel didn't seem to know where to go with his protest. "Um." Taking a deep breath, Angel took care not to meet Brandon's eyes. "I, uh, I usually expect guys to wait for an invitation before they take my clothes off," he said primly.
Snorting a laugh, Brandon turned on his side, propping his head in one hand. "Do you mean I should have waited for an invitation? Into my own bed?" Angel was so delicious like this.
"So you would have given me an invitation? If you hadn't passed out from the wine, you mean?"
Oh, and here's a sight that Angel sees when Brandon takes them to the coast for the day... is it just me or the main stone a little phallic?