Thursday 12 March 2015

Release Highlight - Opposites Attract by Lily G Blunt


Chris and Andreas are opposites in character.
Both fear the other wants to move on.
Can being stranded on a mountainside resolve the doubt that is threatening to tear them apart?

Opposites Attract by Lily G Blunt
Contemporary M/M Erotic Romance
Length: 14 000 words
RELEASE DATE: 12th March
 

  EXCERPT
WARNING: EXPLICIT CONTENT

“THAT’S IT, babe. Look at me.” I raked my fingers through Andreas’s hair and yanked his head back. Still leaning over the sink, he obediently stared at me in the bathroom mirror. Our blue eyes connected, pupils fully dilated with arousal. He loved it when I treated him rough like this. I tilted forward over his back and nipped on Andreas’s ear lobe. “Keep your eyes on mine as I enter you,” I purred, my breath long and moist against his heated skin.
Andreas, as usual, complied. He loved eye contact when we made love. Pulling back slightly, I stroked my cock along his crease, poised and erect, ready to push into him. Lining up with his well-prepared hole, I returned my gaze to his and eased in gently. With each inch, his eyes widened a fraction, his jaw dropped lower, and he gasped louder.
I kissed along his shoulder. “Oh yes, babe. You feel so good.”
His eyes remained fixed on the mirror—on me—as I moved in and out of his warmth. Deep, slow thrusts, accompanied by my slaps to the smooth, pale skin on his ass, resulted in groans from deep within his chest.
“Yes, harder, Chris.”
I obeyed his wish, and made Andreas yelp with pleasure.
He wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked fast. “Gonna come soon!”
Grunting with each forceful push, I gripped his hair tighter, holding his head in place, and squeezed his now pink rump. Two more thrusts and I came hard inside him, moaning. My heart pounded against my ribcage, and waves of heated pleasure ebbed through me.
“Oh my God, I’m coming.” His voiced echoed around the small hotel bathroom.
I grinned. What must the people in the next room be thinking?
Andreas stood upright, his hand moving rapidly over his cock. He shot his load into the sink and squirted over the marble surround. The third and fourth jets sprayed up on the mirror and trickled down.
Despite panting loudly, we managed to giggle. “Oh babe, you’re so hot when you come like that.” I kissed his neck and eased out of him. “And being so noisy too—I love it.”
I dropped the condom into the bin and stepped into the bathtub. “Need to get a move on.” I turned on the shower and soaped myself down.
Andreas wiped the remaining lube off his crack, had a piss, and returned to the bedroom, wiggling his ass at me on his way out. I grinned at the red marks still evident on his naked butt.
I dried myself down with one of the fluffy white towels, and then joined Andreas. Now sporting a pair of shorts, he sat on the balcony with his feet perched on a chair, a book in his lap. I loved him dearly, but he seemed to have his nose in a book twenty-four seven these days. Every time I came home from work or back from one of my sports clubs, he’d be there reading. Either that or engrossed in his decoupage craft, or whatever his latest hobby was.
After dressing in my cycling gear, I packed up my rucksack with the provisions I needed for the day, and then went to join him on the balcony.
“Mmm… looks like it’s going to be another warm day.” I looked out across the hotel pool and gardens, to the mountainside beyond. The sky was clear and blue. Wispy clouds drifted around the snow-covered peaks in the distance. Lush green grass and woods filled the lower slopes near the resort. Cable cars, looking like dots in the distance, moved slowly upward. Summer season in an Alpine resort was my idea of heaven: outdoor physical activity, plenty of fresh air, and hot sex when I returned to the hotel in the evening. Pity Andreas didn’t share my passion—apart from the sex, that is.
Andreas glanced up from his book. “You should have a nice day for exploring.” He returned his gaze to the page, seemingly oblivious to the scenic view in front of us. “Rain is forecast later this evening, but you should miss that.”
A cool breeze blew around the damp hair at the base of my skull. “That’s good. Can you put some sunscreen on the back of my neck, hun? It’s stinging a little today.”
“Mmm… sure. It looks a little red.” Andreas leaned over and grabbed the tube from the patio table. He wiped the moisture from the back of my neck and applied the cream thoroughly.
I turned to face him, and he coated my face, neck, and the skin exposed above the vee of my T-shirt. A sad look crossed his eyes.
I stroked a wayward hair out of his sight. “You’ll be okay on your own?” I felt a little guilty, but he could have come with me if he wanted.
In the distance, cowbells chimed and a motorbike sped past the front of the hotel, spoiling the early morning peace and quiet.
Andreas sighed. “Yeah, I’ll be fine. Got plenty to keep me occupied here all day. I’m used to keeping myself busy anyway.” His voice trailed off on the last sentence.
“I’ll see you later this afternoon, then.” I kissed him swiftly. “Have a good day.”
“Yeah, you too. Make sure you grab some breakfast on your way.” Andreas pulled me in for a hug. “Take care. Love you.”
“Love you too. Later.” I scooped up my rucksack, checked for my phone in my pocket, and marched out of the hotel room without a backward glance.
After retrieving my mountain bike from the hotel’s bike park and buying a meat-filled pastry from the local bakery, I cycled to the cable car station at the edge of Saalbach. Pleased I’d made it before the manic tourist rush, I managed to grab a gondola for myself with plenty of room for the bike.
I took out the still-warm pastry from its wrapping and wolfed it down. Most guests would be eating their breakfast in hotel dining rooms throughout the resort, as would Andreas soon—alone. I liked getting out and about early to avoid the crowds. Andreas preferred to take his time and stay in the hotel for most of the day. Sometimes I thought he might be agoraphobic, but then he’d go shopping for our food, and he’d spend time with the people in his craft and book clubs. He wasn’t particularly fond of sports. Our friends always commented on how different we were, personality-wise. Some even called him a wimp and a sissy. I responded with my clichéd science statement of opposites attract to shut them up. Andreas was perfect for me. We got along well, hardly ever argued, and the sex was always hot and steamy. Yum! Just like this morning’s session.
Spending time apart doing our own thing only added to our closeness when we were together. We didn’t get jealous or possessive, and didn’t push our interests down each other’s throats. He was happy doing his own thing while I got on with my adventurous pastimes. I’d never get him to paraglide or canoe, but then I wouldn’t knit or weed the garden.
Andreas was drop-dead gorgeous. People always asked if we were brothers, which I took as a compliment. We had the same dark hair coloring, were of similar height, and I was only more muscular because of all the physical activity I took part in. My sexy Andreas managed to keep in good shape: he was in charge of the food shopping and cooking in our house, and made sure we both ate healthily.
I brushed the greasy pastry crumbs off my T-shirt and grinned, knowing he’d scold me later when I told him what I’d eaten for breakfast.
The cable car moved swiftly up the mountainside, giving fabulous views of Austria’s Hinterglemm valley. I turned around and looked back toward the hotel and to the mountains behind, where I’d spent the previous day exploring. I spotted the hut where I’d stopped for lunch—a small speck of brown surrounded by shades of green—and the winding tracks I’d followed on my way down. I wished Andreas could share the fabulous views and enjoy the ride alongside me. I’d take photos from the top for him, but that wouldn’t be the same as experiencing it for himself.
As the gondola approached the highest cable car station, I positioned my bike. As soon as the doors opened, I shot out. I checked the time of the last returning gondola, noting I had over seven hours to explore—plenty of time.
The panoramic view from this height was breathtaking. I wheeled the bike with one hand and stood on the viewing platform, taking photos with my phone. I selected a selfie and sent it in a text to Andreas.
Spectacular views. Wish you were here. Later. Xx

Another Moonlit Wolves 7 excerpt

Let’s see how the two me meet, shall we …

Excerpt

Adam loved running. His legs pumped under him, his arms swinging, and his chest puffing. It would have been nicer if he hadn’t been trying to get somewhere, and that meant keeping up with men whose legs were twice as long as his. He was sure if anyone were filming this, he’d look like a little kid trying to keep up with his parents.
He finally reached the clearing, but not before grunts and shouts sounded. Adam wasn’t sure what he was supposed   to do. How could he help? Jump in with fist and feet. He’d never gotten the hang of fighting, either playfully or for keeps. He’d always shied away from the violence of it all. 
Rubbing his hands on his thigh, he looked around, his eyes catching the attention of a lovely little cottage. The wind kicked up around him, making it seem like a different place.
Flowers glittered in the moonlight, as spotlight of rays hit the front of the cottage. Ivory laced up the sides of the door, with moss helping conceal it, turning it into something out of a fairy tale.
Adam’s mouth watered, his heart pumped harder, his palms sweating.
He looked around the clearing. Chaos met his eyes, ruining that moment of perfection with hate and violence. Adam shied away from it, wanting to turn and run, but he couldn’t leave his mates there, couldn’t leave his family.
He shifted, unsettled. He wanted to do something to help, but he wasn’t sure what to do. What was he supposed to do?
There was a rustle near him, just to one side, not as close as he shouldn’t have been when Adam finally turned in that direction, making sure no one was coming up behind them.
His whole body hitched with the sight. Home.
Adam’s throat closed, finding it impossible to get air. His chest ached, bones cracking, trying to realign themselves, but the moon wasn’t there yet, and so didn't have enough power to shift him completely.
His feet took him forward as the gun lowered off the man’s shoulder. Adam wasn’t sure whom he hit. Friend or foe, he didn’t care. His whole world stood in front of him, and he wasn’t stupid enough to let him go over a technicality.
Craig had been a hunter, Adam thought, and they all loved him.
Sounds vibrated around him, talking—yelling really, back and forth where one side was harsher than then other. He wasn’t sure what was going on, and he couldn’t give a shit, not when his mate stood in front of him.
Adrenaline had Adam’s body shaking, but he couldn’t seem to move, couldn’t do anything but watch as his mate listened. Nothing shifted. Nothing stirred in him as he waited for movement, waiting for his mate to give him a clue on what was happening.
Adam scanned the area. He couldn’t seem to stop it. He needed to know what had his mate so worked up. His eyes skirted on bodies, blood, and people standing around watching the same thing he was, but unlike him, they seemed to understand what the hell was going on.
Brad looked as if he was on the verge of jumping in, where Adam was more than sure he would have already if it weren’t for the grip Kyle had on Brad’s shoulders.
Like anyone in this situation, it had Adam looking towards the action.
Matt was the first one he saw. Tall and lean, he was standing there, just on one side of Jex, and his hand lightly on his mate’s. His face turned towards Adam’s mate, and back to his own.
“I’m not going back!” Jex said, his face ashen, his eyes wide, panicked.
 “Back?” Matt blinked, then his head turned away looking at Jex.
Something clicked. Something that cramped up Adam’s stomach so hard, bile pushed up into his throat. Hot acid, licked at his tonsils, his mouth watering, gagging needing to spit up what he was tasting.
Jex’s hand was stretched out, his fingers tight around the base. His gun was unsteady. In a way, that wasn’t Jex. The man’s face was in peril.
For the first time in the history of Adam knowing Jex, and he knew it wasn’t a long time, but the whole time, the man hadn’t flinched, not at anything, not for one minute. Now, he was standing there, his face, his body, scared shitless as a man could get without pissing himself, and a gun pointing at Adam’s mate.
“No!” Adam screamed, startling himself, and yet he was more than sure most of the noise he made was inside his head as no one came near him. No one even seemed to look.
There was a twitch to his mate, though. Had he heard? Was he as in-tuned to Adam as Adam was to him? He had to be. That’s what it meant, didn’t it? To have a mate, to be standing this close to the person you intended to spend the rest of your life with. That had to be heady, and it had to be affecting his mate as much as it was Adam.
Adam knew it did.
“He needs to die!” Jex yelled.
The words slapped across Adam’s face. His heart exploded in his chest as everything he knew and would know, rumbled down to a few worlds.
He needs to die rang in his ears, repeatedly. The tune that didn’t make sense, but held Adam’s whole life. He needs to die!
Adam’s chest hurt, but he was too distressed to understand he needed to suck in air. The hair along his back spiked up. His leg muscles shifted, moving in a way they shouldn’t— not in his human body.
The tops of his fingers shifted to claws as hair grew thicker across their tops, and up his forearms. The summer breeze caressed them, telling him things Adam couldn’t even begin to understand. He rolled forward, onto the balls of his feet as his knees ached, wanting something that just wasn’t possible.
Adam growled, a little sound that caught in his throat, but had him reflect a breath, easing one ache and bringing  about another.
Adam didn’t think. All he heard ringing in his head was a song of death and a gun pointing at his mate. A mate that he’d been waiting for since he’d learnt he’d get one. A mate that was going to love him like no one else would love him. He would be someone who would treasure him as if he was something special, and not just another mouth to feed.
He wanted someone to be his family, his lover, his other half, so that he could prove them all wrong.
He was worth a lover and worth a family. He was worth so much more than those arseholes had said. He was. Was… He had to be, because if they were right, if he wasn’t worthy of one person to love him over everything else in the world, then he may as well not bother waking up in the morning.
The wind shifted. At least that’s what it felt like to Adam right before something ran into him hard. Hard and hot, it saturated his right shoulder in pain. So much pain rolled around his mind, as his body seemed to cringe in on itself, wanting away from it as fast as possible.
Adam tasted dirt as he licked his lips. He wasn’t sure how that happened, but apparently, he was on the ground. Face- first in the dirt. Fucking great.
Pushing up with his left arm, Adam gritted his teeth around a scream of pain as he rolled himself onto his back. Hitting the ground hard, he felt as if someone decided to stab fire-heated knives along his spine. Or they’d not bothered with that time-consuming act and just put a fire pit next to him that Adam managed to roll into.
His mouth was dry, making him swallow several times, trying to get his lips wet, but it wasn’t helping. He needed liquid. He needed pain killers—fuck, what he really needed was to pass out because he hurt so fucking much.
Warmth saturated him, cuddling around him, settling him like nothing else could. The only thing he could smell or simply care about at this moment.
Cracking his eyes, Adam looked up at his mate. He was on his knees by Adam’s side and looking as sick as Adam felt before all the pain started. His arm was up over his chest, hand wrapped around his right shoulder as if he was holding onto something.
He was a fair bit older than them, Adam suddenly realised.  The guy’s face appeared to be a frown, the wrinkles in his forehead and in the corners of his eyes aging him.
His brown hair, clean-cut, average to a point that Adam felt he must had dressed himself to look that way. All Adam saw was perfection. All he saw was home.
Mate.
“I know you,” he breathed out, needing to talk and, apparently, that’s all he could say.