A Little Bit Like Desire, an all-new STANDALONE contemporary MM romance from USA Today bestselling author Brooke Blaine is available NOW!
Book Description:
What if you had everything in the world you wanted...except the man you never knew you needed?
Shaw Jennings, the seductive, enigmatic owner of Body Electric Tattoo works hard and plays even harder. He’s built a life he’s proud of, and though that doesn’t include a significant other, he’s got plenty of sexy men to keep his bed warm at night. None of them have ever made Shaw sit up and take notice for long, though. But that all changes when a famous rock star walks through his door.
Trent Knox had the world in the palm of his hand as the lead singer of TBD, one of the biggest rock bands in history…until the day he walked away. A getaway to South Haven Island seems like the perfect place for Trent to find himself again and reignite his passion for music. But what he never expects is to find his muse in a six-five, tatted-up badass whose sinful smile he can’t get out of his mind.
The only problem? Trent’s a notorious womanizer, and Shaw isn’t interested in being someone’s experiment—muse or otherwise. But in a town as small as this one, Shaw is finding it more and more difficult to keep the persistent rocker at arm’s length.
As the tension between them builds, maybe it’s time to finally give in and get carried away with something a little bit like...desire.
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Our Review:
Reviewed by Donna ~ 4 stars
***ARC received for an honest review***
“Mmm. That Trent fucking Knox was
a little bit like desire personified. And even better—he was mine, all mine.”
I do love my MM reads and Brooke Blaine delivers a stunner
with her hot and sexy tattoo artist and one helluva hot, enigmatic rock star. A
Little Bit Like Desire was everything I love in an MM. Two men that weren’t
looking but definitely found. One confident in his sexuality but having never
had a relationship and the other, closetly bi-sexual because of the band. From
the time that these two meet in a dark room the chemistry is palpable, and this
continues throughout the book. Their relationship will have you frantically
turning the pages as you patiently wait for them both to realise just how
special what they have truly is.
Shaw is our hot and tatted tattoo artist, we first met in
the first book in the series, A Little Bit Like Love and I was glad that we were
finally regaled with his story. Shaw I confident in his sexuality but had never
found the one where he wanted more. One night stands were his forte but when he
meets Trent all bets are off.
“I think I…” My voice was barely
audible, even to my own ears. “I think I might want more.”
Trent has just walked away from one of the biggest rock
bands and holed himself up on the island as a friend of Bash’s (I cannot wait
for his book). Trent is still in that undecided stage, warring with his
thoughts as to if he has done the right thing. Creatively and sexually stifled
by being the front man, Trent is out for finding his creativity once again, both
in and out the bedroom and when Bash sets him up in a dark room with a man he
could never forget, Trent is a man on a mission.
“I feel…good. It feels good not
to hide.”
The chemistry between these two will have you fanning
yourself, there is just something about two strong grown men, rutting like
stags that has me all the quiver and these two rut with the best of them. But
more than that, it is their budding friendship and the growth in both of them
that really had me fanning myself. The honesty and trust between them their
foundation and the love and sexual side that builds their home.
“Shaw Jennings…I just wrote over
a dozen fucking songs about you. You can’t break my heart until at least the
second album.”
This book was plot driven, no angst, no drama, just a sizzling
hot love story that thrived on sexual tension and that edge of your seat
situation where you were like “come on boys, get it on already.” Brooke Blaine
makes you wait, but when it comes, it doesn’t disappoint. These two just
sizzled and spat, those tender looks, the dirty looks, the little innuendos,
gah, just everything about. Utterly loved it.
Excerpt:
I’d been inside Bash’s mansion enough times to know
where he was taking me, even blindfolded. Through the front door, across the
foyer, up the never-ending staircase. Walking down the hallway, I heard muffled
sounds, as though there were people coupled up and already behind closed doors,
and the further Bash took me, the louder the voices became. But there were no
discernable words—it was more the breathless cries of men giving and receiving
pleasure, and it made me hard as a fucking rock.
“Sounds like the party started without me,” I said, a
smile tipping my lips.
“Not where you’re going,” he replied. I heard the
sound of a handle being pressed down, felt the soft rush of air as a door
opened and I was led inside, and then the click of the door shutting behind us.
Whatever room he’d led me to was dead silent. We were alone.
Bash tapped the side of my blindfold lightly.“You’ll
keep this on until you get inside,” he said, keeping his voice low, as though
he didn’t want anyone to hear him.
Ah, so I’d be going through yet another door. I
wondered at all of this secrecy, since usually these parties were informal, and
if we wanted to wander off with someone, we did. Eyes wide open and lights on.
But I trusted Bash with my life and knew him well
enough to know that he had to have a good reason for doing this the way he was.
So I didn’t think twice when I heard a second door open, felt his gentle hand
on my back guiding me forward, and then heard him say with a smile in his
voice,“Enjoy,my friends.”
Then he was gone, and yet I was not alone.
I removed the blindfold, but I needn’t have bothered.
The room was pitch black. Not a window, not a crack of light coming through the
door. I couldn’t see a thing, but I could feel another’s presence, sure as if
they were standing beside me. I waited for them to speak, but the silence
lingered on. They didn’t say a word, and they didn’t move, though they had to
know I’d arrived.
This must be
part of the game,I thought. For whatever reason, we weren’t allowed to see each other, and
I’d venture a guess that speaking was out of the question as well. Something
told me there was more at play here than darkness simply heightening our
awareness and setting the mood, and that had a shiver running down my spine.
If it’s a game
they want, it’s a game they’ll get.
Opening my senses, I stood perfectly still and waited
until I got a hint of where the man waiting for me was. My rapidly pounding
heart was all I could hear for a long moment until a faint sound, maybe a quiet
exhale, sounded to my right, and I stalked in that direction slowly, letting my
prey hear me coming. Would he run and make me chase him? Or did he want me to
find him waiting?
With my hands slightly in front of me, I moved forward
until my fingertips grazed against smooth material cut with a cold and jagged
line that ran vertically—a zipper. The smell of leather filled my nose as I
slid my hands up the man’s jacket. He didn’t move, but I could hear his
shuddering breath as I reached his shoulders and slipped my hands beneath the
leather to feel the naked, tensed muscles there. He was maybe three or four
inches shorter than me, and as I pushed the jacket down, I realized he wasn’t
wearing anything underneath. No shirt. Nothing to cover the solid muscle of his
strong arms and chest.
The leather fell to the ground, and then the man
reached for me, his hands skimming up my arms, my shoulders, my neck, leaving
goosebumps in their wake. There was something so tantalizing about a stranger
touching me, wanting from me, as we stood toe to toe in the unlit room. I could
see how the mystery of it all would make someone shy feel more bold and
empowered, though that had never been something I struggled with. I had no
problem telling someone what I wanted and when, which meant tonight’s
clandestine activities were tailored for the man currently caressing my
body—but it’d sure as hell be a fun, sexy pursuit for me.
When his rough fingers reached my lips, I grabbed his
wrist and held him there. Then I kissed the tips and sucked his pointer and
middle fingers deep into my mouth, swirling my tongue around him, and his gasp
hit my ears.
The sound was so erotic, the salty taste of his skin
so heady on my tongue, that I had to palm my already-up-and-ready-to-go dick to
calm it the hell down. As if he sensed my arousal, he pulled his fingers from
my mouth and punched his hips forward. I let out a throaty groan at the
contact. His erection matched my own, though more constricted through the tight
fit of his jeans.
Thirsty for more, I grabbed his trim waist and let my
hands fall to his backside. His shoulders were against a wall, and with his ass
firmly in my grasp, I held his hips against me, rubbing myself off on the bulge
rocking against my own. All the while, his fingers deftly unfastened the
buttons of my vest, and then he pulled loose my shirt and began removing those
as well. My chest heaved as he pushed my jacket, shirt, and vest off in one go,
and I kicked them away, not worried in the slightest about finding them later.
His touch made goosebumps break out on my naked flesh
wherever he roamed. Down my neck and then my chest, where he pinched my nipples
so hard that I cried out in painful pleasure and put my hands over his.
He froze, as if he’d crossed an unspoken line. But if
he’d thought he’d gone too far or that I was about to stop him, he was dead
wrong. I guided our hands down together, over my trembling abs and then
further, further, until we pushed beneath the waistband of my pants to my—
“Fuuuck.” His head fell back against the wall as the
curse left his lips on an exhale.
In the dark, I smiled. He’d broken the rules to his
own game. With one word, he changed everything, and now? Anything goes.
Start the series of standalones today!
A Little Bit Like Love
About the Author:
Brooke Blaine is a USA Today Bestselling Author of contemporary romance that ranges from comedy to suspense to erotic. The latter has scarred her conservative Southern family for life, bless their hearts. If you’d like to get in touch with her, she’s easy to find - just keep an ear out for the Rick Astley ringtone that’s dominated her cell phone for years. Or you can reach her at
www.BrookeBlaine.com.
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