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SIMPLY IRRESISTIBLE – m/m contemporary adult R


Simply Irresistible
by Christiane France
ISBN-13: 978-1-61124-474-8 (Electronic)


When Cal and Rob first met, they were star-struck, wet-behind-the-ears teenagers who thought all it took to make it in Hollywood was a great body and good looks. Cal eventually gave up the dream and became a reporter for an entertainment magazine, while Rob went on to become a major motion picture star.
Over the next few years, they broke up and got back together a dozen or more times. Then Rob hit a bad patch when Cal caught him with another man and kicked him out. Now, almost two years have passed without a word. Cal has no idea if Rob is even dead or alive, until Rob calls Cal’s boss out of the blue and offers to do an interview—on condition that Cal flies to England where Rob is living so they can talk face-to-face.
Because of their personal history, Cal knows he’s the best person to interview Rob, and so does his boss. But since Cal is still in love with the man, will the trip to London result in even more heartbreak?
NOTE: This story is part of the London Calling series.
…My back was to the door, and I didn’t hear it open. The only the warning I received of Rob’s presence was a whiff of his signature cologne. I turned to find him standing less than a foot away. I had no idea how long he’d been there.
He was wearing jeans and a T-shirt, and I noticed he’d put on weight since the last time I saw him. Back then, he was thin as a rail, so the extra pounds were a big improvement. Apart from a few strands of silver in his otherwise dark brown hair, he looked pretty much the way he had before he’d started drinking liquor out of the bottle instead of a glass. For that I was glad.
We both said it at the same time, then laughed. In spite of everything and my determination to keep my distance, I hoped he’d close the gap, take me in his arms and hug me as long and as hard as I wanted to hug him. I couldn’t believe it didn’t happen, and I didn’t understand why.
What was he waiting for? Rob and I were soul mates; two halves of a whole.
A tic started in my neck. My chest felt tight, I was having trouble with my breathing, and my cock was making its wants known by pressing hard against the zipper of my pants. This was ridiculous. The feelings were still there between us as hot and as strong as the day we first met. No matter what had happened in the past, or what promises I’d made about not getting involved again, I knew it wouldn’t take long before we forgot the unimportant things. We still wanted one another. No matter how we might pretend otherwise, it was as simple as that. We wanted to rip off our clothes, jump into the nearest bed and fuck our brains out.
At least that’s what I thought, until I noticed the tight, humorless smile on Rob’s face. The smile that said hell would freeze over before anything like that happened between us.
Then I remembered this was business. I was here in my professional capacity and at his insistence. If he’d brought me here for any reason other than the interview, it would be up to him to make the first move. And that showed no sign of happening any time soon.
My joy at seeing him again and every emotion I’d felt dissipated, fast. I should have expected something like this. It was almost two years since we’d split for good, and life moved on. His certainly had. He was back in England, living what appeared to be a very nice life in a better than average house. At a guess, I’d say he’d found someone new. He’d never liked living alone. But whatever! His personal life was no longer my concern.
I watched as he trailed a finger along the edge of the library table and wondered what he was thinking.
“So, when did you arrive? I expected you this morning.” His tone was cool, polite, and slightly chiding, like a doctor or a teacher letting you know you’d failed them in some way.
I explained about the unexpected length of the stopover in New York and then sleeping in until noon. I didn’t feel like apologizing, so I didn’t. None of it was my fault.
“Well, at least you’re here now.”
Rob hesitated, as if he didn’t know what to say next. Our final parting had been far from amicable. Things had been said that weren’t easily forgotten. In spite of that and the fact I was here on assignment and not as a friend, a brief hug would have cleared the air a little. But the moment had passed, and it was too late for that now.
“It’s nice to see you, Cal. I appreciate you coming over. How have you been? Well, I trust.”
I took a mental and then a physical step back. I hadn’t expected this to be easy. I knew meeting again was bound to feel a little awkward, maybe even downright difficult. If Rob thought we could avoid all that by keeping things formal, I wasn’t about to argue. Going by our history it was probably for the best…
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LOOKING FOR ANSWERS – m/m contemporary adult R


By Christiane France


The sequel to It’s Complicated and the second book in the Peninsula Heights series.


When P.I. Marcus D’Angelo is asked to investigate the rumors of shakedowns and extortions in Little Italy involving Sal Ravello, he enlists the help of new neighbor and unemployed news reporter, Jake Reilly. Peninsula Heights has never had a problem with organized crime and Marcus doubts they have one now. He figures it’s most likely a falling out among friends that’s turned into an old-fashioned vendetta. But whatever the cause, it’s the perfect opportunity for Marcus to find out if the attraction he feels for Jake is mutual or merely wishful thinking on his part.


After I refilled our glasses, I joined Jake at the counter where he was carving the chicken. What with the sexy looks he’d been sending my way and the tension that had been building since the day we first met by the elevator, I was more than ready for a little action. This was what I wanted, what I intended to have. And since one of us had to make the first move, I gave into temptation and ran a hand slowly over his ass.
Jake gave a sound somewhere between a groan and a growl. He didn’t push me away, so I let my hand drift a little lower, within a gnat’s breath of his balls. It felt fucking amazing to be close to him like this. I wanted to get even closer and bury my face in his warmth. I’d been hard from the moment I stepped through the door. His track pants hid whatever he was feeling, but the way his muscles tensed in response to my touch told me all I needed to know. He wanted me every bit as much as I wanted him. “I’m tired of talking. Thought you would be, too, by now.”
He made another sound, deep in his throat, as he turned and cupped my face in his hands. I saw heat simmering in his dark eyes, smelled the wine on his breath, the fabric softener on his T-shirt, and felt shivers of anticipation skipping up and down my spine.
He bent his head slightly. Our lips touched and as his tongue invaded my mouth, I slid my fingers under the elastic waistband of his pants and eased them over his hips. With his engorged shaft now free of confinement, I broke free of the kiss and looked down at a good eight inches of solid deliciousness. He was cut, he was thick, and he was about to make my every dream come true.

Christiane France
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IT’S COMPLICATED – m/m contemporary, adult R


It’s Complicated
by Christiane France



This is the first book in my Peninsula Heights series. I’ll p0ost something later from the sequel, Looking For Answers.


Pete Letouche and Mitch Ravello lusted over one another in high school, but that’s as far as it went until prom night when a couple of drinks gave them the courage to put their thoughts into action and share their first sexual experience.
With Pete’s father chief of police and Mitch’s reputed to be the local crime boss, Pete knew there could never be anything more between them than that one night.
Shortly thereafter, Pete left town. First to train as a master chef and then work at different hotels all over the country. But during that time he never quite forget Mitch and he never lost sight of his childhood dream to one day own a gourmet food shop like his grandmother’s family once had.
Ten years have passed. Pete is back and his shop is both a reality and a success. He’s on top of the world until Mitch walks into the shop and announces he’s taken over the note Pete signed for the down-payment on the building where the shop is located.
Pete knows Mitch’s father suffered a heart attack and is now in a vegetative state with no hope of recovery. What he doesn’t know is who took over Sal Ravello’s business of loan sharking and shaking down local business? His son is his obvious successor, but Mitch says not. Pete has no way of knowing if Mitch is telling the truth and to make matters worse the feelings they once had for one another are still alive and well. Pete figures the feelings amount to nothing more than warmed over old memories. But when Mitch invites him to dinner at his place, Pete decides to go. A private, face to face meeting could be the perfect opportunity to find out about the present and put the past to rest.

Mitch came closer and stroked a hand down my cheek. “Deny it if you must, but you know damn well whatever we felt for one another all those years ago is still very much alive and well. This is what we both want and I see no reason to fight it.”
I’d known that when I first saw Mitch at the store and realized who he was. I’d been fighting it ever since. It was prom night all over again, complete with all the wanting, the hot rush of excitement, and that same small element of fear in knowing who he was, where it might lead, and what would happen if anyone found out. Except now I was an experienced adult who had more sense than to start something I might not be able to stop.
“I can’t.”
“There’s someone in your life?”
“Then why not?”
“Because… You know why not.”
“You mean because of our parents?”
“What else? If we lived in a different town, then maybe. But we were both born and raised here in the Heights, Mitch. Everyone knows who we are.”
“So what? People no longer care about stuff like that.”
“My dad sure does. He’d hit the roof. And then people would start talking.”
“No, they wouldn’t.”
“Yes, they damn well would. And it’s not just my dad. I have a business and employees to consider.”
“And they’ll all be fine no matter what you and I do. You were gone a long time, babe. Things have changed since we were kids.”
“The way people think hasn’t. At least not here in the Heights.”
He shrugged. “You sure about that?”
“Of course I’m sure.”
“Then do me a favor and ask your dad what he thinks about me. You might be surprised.”
I looked up, figuring he had to be joking, but the look on his face was serious rather than amused. “Are you out of your mind? If I even mentioned I had dinner with you, he’d either disown me or have a coronary. Maybe both. As for telling him anything else…”
Mitch was nuts if he thought peoples’ opinions changed when it came to a piece of juicy gossip. And with everyone knowing who our fathers were made it even worse. We didn’t stand a chance. I had to put a stop to whatever was going on between us and the only way of doing that was to turn around and walk away. I took a deep breath and a small step back, determined to stay strong. I’d said no. Now I needed to let him know I meant it by getting the hell out of here.
I made it to the door, but Mitch followed and moved in close. I smelled his scent and felt my control start to slip. He had me trapped. If I could just look away… Then his lips curved in a smile and the last threads of my resistance disappeared like fallen leaves in a late October breeze.
He cupped my face in his hands and brushed his lips against mine. His touch sent shivers down my spine and started the familiar ache in my balls.
“I won’t tell if you don’t,” he whispered against my mouth.
“There’s nothing to tell.”
“Ah, but there will be, babe. Just quit talking and touch me. I need to know you want this as much as what I do.”
“What if we only think we want this?” I could feel perspiration running down my back. I wanted Mitch as much as he wanted me, but I couldn’t just give in. I needed to think of the possible consequences and everything I stood to lose…

Cool mysteries and hot romance – http://www.chrisgrover.ca
Latest Release: LOOKING FOR ANSWERS http://www.amberquill.com