QSFer Lynn Lorenz has a new MM paranormal western romance out:
Rush is so deep in the closet he can’t find the door, but meeting Brian might give him the courage to step out of it.
When Brian and Rush meet in a dark alley, sparks fly. The attraction is fast and hard, but Rush is a rancher with a reputation to uphold and Brian is out and open.
Both men have secrets, including the small powers they each have, and a relationship means they might have to share. It would require Rush coming out of his closet and putting his ranch and his friendships with the people around him at risk.
For Brian, it means putting his heart on the line for a man who’s afraid of being himself. He’s been down that road before and Brian won’t go back in the closet, not even for Rush.
Each time they’re together, Rush and Brian set the air around them on fire. As they move closer, both are still holding back, still unsure of each other. One of them will have to take the first step or this thing between them will flounder.
For Rush, it’ll take a huge step and a lot of trust to risk his entire life in the small Texas town of Spring Lake. And once he’s out, there’s no going back.
For Brian, his heart isn’t the only thing at risk. If he keeps seeing Rush, he knows he might just lose his life.
Common Powers Book Two
A man exited and let the door shut behind him, cutting off the music. Brian’s eyes widened, and all the blood rushed from his head straight to his cock. From the guy’s boots, up his long, black denim-clad legs and over a pair of broad shoulders that would put Brian’s to shame, this guy was every inch a cowboy. Shit, he even wore his black Stetson low on his forehead, letting Brian catch only a glimpse of a strong, rugged jaw and corded neck muscles that disappeared beneath a plaid flannel shirt and denim jacket.
As if posing just for Brian, the cowboy leaned against the building and propped the bottom of a boot flat on the wall, emphasizing a muscular thigh. From where Brian sat, he could hear the guy’s soft exhale and had to hold back his own sigh of appreciation.
The cowboy dug in his jeans for a lighter, reached in a pocket of his shirt, and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. After knocking out a smoke, he put it in his mouth and cupped his hand around the end as he flicked the lighter. After the end caught, he sucked the smoke in deep, held it, then raised his head to blow out a long stream of grey through slightly parted lips.
Shit. Brian’s cock grew another inch as he watched the way the guy moved, slow, sure, and so fucking sexy. Brian didn’t smoke, but damn, if this cowboy didn’t make it the hottest thing he’d ever seen.
It’d been nearly five days since he’d seen the man crouched behind the dumpster, and every single night Rush had lain naked in his bed and pulled up the memory of a large masculine body, full lips, deep brown eyes, and wavy brown hair. That image and his hand had been all he’d needed to release his growing sexual tension.
He only ventured into Houston when necessity drove him there, and last Friday had been no exception. There weren’t any gay men out here in Spring Lake. Well, none whom he’d ever found, so Rush went to Houston to slake his forbidden appetites.
Standing in that alley, dressed completely in black, the man had oozed sensuality despite being covered in the crap and stink from that dumpster. He’d made Rush’s balls tighten, and the ache he’d come to Houston to ease had grown more insistent, more painful. More sweet.
No call again tonight.
What a fool he’d been, thinking that the guy had felt the same hot shot of sexual desire that Rush had. But he didn’t think he’d mistaken the look of hunger in the PI’s eyes. As he remembered the intensity in those dark eyes, Rush’s cock stiffened.
He’d been so shaken that he’d blown his opportunity, hadn’t even asked for the guy’s card or his name or his fucking number, just told him that he stank. Now, there’s a real smooth opening line sure to fire a man’s passion and sweet talk him into bed.
Rush snorted. Hell, the sexy PI was gone, and nothing Rush could do would get him back. He’d even thought about returning to the bar, but it was insane to think the object of his lust would still be hanging around in the alley.
The front legs of the chair hit the floor, along with Rush’s boots, and he stood. Leaning on the railing, he took a last drag and flicked the butt out into the night. It landed with the others in front of the hitching rail.
He whistled for the dogs, hunting around somewhere on the vast property, and listened for their barks. Beau and Bandit, two black labs, came bounding around the side of the house and onto the porch.
After giving them each a thorough ear rubbing as they danced around his legs, he opened the screen door, let them dash past him, and went inside. As he locked up, they went to their food bowls in the mudroom off the kitchen. He made his way upstairs to his room, undressed, and stretched out on the bed, His long, thick cock lay warm against his belly and its slit stared at him, as if to say, “You really fucked up this time, Weston.”
Another night of jerking off to a memory of the man who made his prick stiffen, his balls ache, and had him coming harder than he had in a long time.
Rush reached for the lube, spread it on his fingers, and closed his eyes.
Lynn Lorenz is an award-winning and best-selling author who grew up in New Orleans but currently lives in Texas, where she’s a fan of all things Texan, like Longhorns, big hair, and cowboys in tight jeans. She’s never met a comma she didn’t like, and enjoys editing and brainstorming with other writers. Lynn spends most of her time writing about hot sex with even hotter heroes, plot twists, werewolves, and medieval swashbucklers. She’s currently at work on her latest book, making herself giggle and blush, and avoiding all the housework.