Greetings fans. Welcome to Michael's! I'm happy to have fab author and good friend Sara York joining the party today. Please give her your undivided attention!
Hi, I’m Sara York and I want to thank Michael for having me. I’m so happy to be here talking to you today about men. It’s one subject I’ll never tire of. You see, I love men. I love everything about them. Their bodies, the way their minds work, their funny quirks and how tough they like to act. I love the dark scent of a man’s body and the taste of their skin. Guys are all angles and planes, their distinctness evident in their stance. Hard men, ready for action get me going. A guy that’s ready for anything, and prepared to take on the beast, stands out in a crowd. He’s sure of himself, capable of taking care of whatever is thrown his way. I love men. And I love men who love men.
I recently spent the day at the rodeo, but it wasn’t just any rodeo, it was TGRA, or Texas Gay Rodeo Association. Talk about men heaven. I wish you all could have been there to see the men, sure in their saddle, ready to take on the action, or the guys on the bulls, holding on for eight seconds. Then there were the spectators. What a lovely bunch of men, socializing, hanging out, drinking beer. Men heaven.
There were twinks, otters, bears, drag queens, guys, big guys, small guys, one guy in a kilt and every flavor of cowboy to suite your taste. It inspired me, got me thinking about writing and made me pause to take account of how I write men. When I write men, I want it to sound like men, I want them to act like men and think like men, because I really do love men.
When I wrote Not That Type of Guy, I tried to take what I knew about men and put it down on paper. I know I made mistakes, and not everyone will appreciate my effort, but I was thrilled when I received a review from Randy Wiggins, stating that my guys were realistic. That “the men were men, not limp wristed crybabies. They disagreed about something; they argued it out like men. They made love like men.”
I’m humbled by that review, happy that I satisfied at least one man with this book. I only hope that I can do a repeat performance in Torn To Shreds. I hope you enjoy this male inspired book, and see what a joy men are.
When CIA assassin Aiden Johnson is trapped between a bathroom wall and a hard man, he chooses the hard man, much to his surprise. Aiden doesn’t want to admit he’s gay, but his first stumble into man love leaves him disoriented, searching for answers and desperate to find the truth. He covers his real desires by dating an ultra hot girl, but it’s the guy sitting a few tables away that draws his attention.
Super nice and attractive Doctor Trace Williams is so special he seems like an angel to Aiden. Their first kiss blows Aiden away. That Trace sees into his soul, even when Aiden is trying to hide everything, pisses him off. Aiden needs Trace in his life, but once Trace finds out the truth about Aiden’s job, will they have any part of their relationship left?
What would you do if your lover ripped apart the very foundation of what you believed?
Aiden Jackson took the disposable cell phone out of his pocket, plugged in his earpiece and answered the call. “Go.” Aiden spoke with his lips in a thin line, dark sunglasses covering his eyes as he searched the bustle of people waiting for their train at the Waterloo Station in London.
“They know someone’s here,” Chuck said, his voice whisper quiet.
“Shit, they on to me?” Aiden took off his shades and picked up a book. He leafed through the pages, acting the part of bored tourist on holiday.
“No, I can see you, and you’re good.”
Aiden put down the book and moved through the little shops, exploring the crap for sale, wishing he were anywhere else but here. Maybe on a beach, or playing golf even, though he hated the game. This close to the end of a mission always made him jumpy. If he were on a beach, he would have the satisfaction of another successful operation notched on his belt.
“You’ve got someone tailing you now.” Chuck’s voice sent a shiver through Aiden.
An untrained person would turn to find their tail or they would run. Hell, even a semi-normal person would roll his shoulders, but Aiden did nothing. After flipping a few more pages in the book, he put it down and picked up another.
“Yeah, but you’re not gonna like it,” Chuck said.
“Fuck no; just meet me in the men’s room two stores to your left. And go with whatever I do.”
Aiden dropped the book and headed out of the store. Chuck could start a fight or act like they were old friends. Twice before he’d worked with Chuck, and everything had gone according to plan. Of course Chuck wasn’t the guy’s name. Hell, none of them knew the real identities of the other operatives, too dangerous.
He passed a group of people and a few other travellers. The eyes of his watcher were on him. The hair on the back of his neck rose as he passed by a squat stocky guy of eastern descent. Pakistani?
Aiden pushed open the bathroom door, surprised when Chuck grabbed his hand and yanked him into the back stall. Chuck turned the flimsy lock on the door, closing them in the small space. Chuck’s hands were on Aiden’s chest, caressing his nipples through his shirt. Anger brewed deep in Aiden’s belly. His phone screeched and he turned it off, checking his watch for the time.
Chuck’s tongue teased Aiden’s nipple through the cloth. Aiden wanted to yank Chuck’s blond wig, pull him away and ask what the fuck he was doing, but the main bathroom door swung open, and the clip-clop of dress shoes echoed in the tiled room.
Was it the guy following them?
Chuck gazed into Aiden’s eyes, and a small smirk tilted his lips before he slanted his mouth across Aiden’s.
What the fuck?
Aiden froze. The extensive shit he’d suffered through in SEAL training, and then with the CIA, helped him keep his cool as the guy invaded his space, kissed him and touched his body like a girl would. Chuck’s tongue probed Aiden’s lips, demanding entrance. For a moment, Aiden wavered on accepting the kiss. He couldn’t do it. It went against everything he’d fought to keep hidden.
His darkest desires were playing out in this kiss. The lust he’d kept in check, the dreams that haunted him, all here, wrapped up in this one fleeting moment of joined lips that was a joke to Chuck, but a fulfillment of desires for Aiden. His breath came in halting gasps as Chuck licked at the slit of his lips. It felt so good. Aiden opened his mouth, admitting Chuck’s thick tongue.
A hint of spice and dark chocolate fired on Aiden’s taste buds, drugging him with the heady clutch of Chuck's embrace. The kiss deepened and Aiden felt a bubble of excitement build in his chest. Mother of God, I fucking like this!
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