Since it's my favourite number, I had to do something special to celebrate. Who betetr to start the party off with then my wicked sis, the party girl herself BLMorticia with a promo post about her sequel ML2: In His Arms, coming from Rebel Ink Press on Dec 3rd!
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Helllllloooo readers! Congrats to my bro Michael on reaching 70k in views. Her's to many more in the coming years, then we can have another big bash right?
Soooo it's been a while since I had a release. Good ol' Rawiya's been busy with books and now it's finally my turn to have a new book coming out. It;s my sequel to my silver star on All Romance, My Lieutenant 2: In His Arms.
You may ask why I called it that? Well, In this one, this book is more about the relationship my favorite couple has cultivated in their short time together. Not only that, the challenge they face when the people around them either take issue with their relationship or their impending move to New Orleans. Oh and more tension? Nathan doesn't want to move. o.0
So it makes Lt. Bryant's job just a little harder and in his own words, he deals with it all the best way he knows how. Added to this is the usual level of snarky and some more hot sex between this hot twosome. I love these guys so much. I'll be doin' an Xmas story free read for them right after this book is released.
For now, enjoy this blurb and excerpt. Today, I'll be picking a lucky commenter to win ML1 and this one once it's released. Thanks for stopping by and congrats again bro man!
Nathan Ellerby and Lt. Bryant Duncan are at it again. This time, the narration shifts from Nathan to Bryant who’s looking to solidify his relationship with his favorite artist. The Lieutenant wants to take Nathan to visit his naval friends, his parents who still aren’t happy about his decision to come out, as well as his best friends bachelor party. Bryant refuses to hide his man from the masses and despite his man’s insistence on the unimportance of the matter, Bryant pushes on.
In this scene, LT Bryant shows who's in control!
When I finished, I carried a tray back into the bedroom and set it on the side table. Nathan lay on top of the burgundy satin sheets, on his stomach, with his sketch pad in front of him wearing his black-rimmed glasses. His brown hair was a mess on top of his head and a few curls lay limp on his shoulders. Damn, he looked so hot. I could go another round with him right now.
“You ready for me to sketch you?” He met my gaze and flashed a wicked grin.
I returned the smile. “Not right now. I’d rather you pummel me into the mattress.”
“Of course I will. I just wanna make sure I get to start the portrait of you. You’ve got the strongest features, you know. Amazing bone structure.” He licked the tip of the pencil.
I took a seat next to him and looked over his shoulder. While I took a bite of my sandwich, I glanced at his drawing. Nathan was so brilliant at bringing a simple sketch to life. The picture wasn’t complete but I could tell it would look exactly like me when he finished. “Well, it’s those Irish genes. My dad’s side of the family’s from Dublin. When he was in the service, he found my mom, and instantly fell in love with her.”
“What a story! An interracial love tale back in the sixties.” Nathan peered into my eyes and went back to his task of shading his picture in.
“Yep, a preacher man and his black woman he found in church. That’s why I don’t understand my parents being so difficult about me being gay. Not that it’s the same thing, but it’s still a struggle for gay couples to be given the same rights as it was for multi-race ones back in the sixties.”
“Big difference, babe. It’s a man and a woman who, according to the church, are actually involved in a real marriage.” Nathan made the signal of quotes with an added smirk.
“Love between two people is a marriage. It should be color and gender blind.” Once I popped the last of my bread in my mouth, I traced the black branded tattoo on his back with my index finger. In response, he giggled and shrugged away.
“Ack that tickles, babe. You’re right though, it makes so much sense, yet it’s wrong.”
“Yeah apparently. Someday, I wanna make you my husband, legally, but I dunno if we’ll be staying in New York.”
Nathan cocked an eyebrow at me and sighed. “You still on that, hmm?”
“You thought I’d forget? Hon, the house is beautiful. I can’t wait for you to see it! New Orleans is a very inspiring place. The people down there are friendly for the most part and it’s just as city without all the hustle and bustle of New York.”
“But, but…” Nathan sat up straight and caressed the side of my head. “I love my hometown. I’m not sure I’ll feel comfortable anywhere else. I’ll have to hire a new team to work with me when I finally open a gallery. Fali and Sydney aren’t gonna move down south.”
“Aww, darn.” In jest, I snapped my fingers. Not that I didn’t like Fali and his twin, but the further we moved away from them, the less of a distraction they’d be to us. Yeah, you guessed it. I’m territorial. Why wouldn’t I be with such a hot man on my arm? “Babe, listen, Fali can still be the manager from here. When you open the gallery, you just need people to run it for you and finding a bunch of art geeks in New Orleans shouldn’t be that big of an issue. In my opinion, you don’t have to stay here to become a success. As usual, you’re throwin’ up roadblocks for us to move forward. I thought you were over that.”
Nathan dropped his head and blew raspberries. “I am when it comes to us. I’m allowing you to take over every facet of my life because—”
“You love me and moving down there is part of us. I love New York, too. We can always come back and visit, but I wanna start a new life with you away from here. I want a backyard with a pool, a big house in a place where the summers are hot and the winters are mostly snow-free. Yeah, there’s a threat of hurricanes, but these days, those roam everywhere.” I could see the disappointment on his face. “Look, we’re not movin’ right this minute, anyway. We still need to go see the place, but by the looks of those pictures, it’s exactly what I want.”
“There’s no legalization of gay marriage though.”
“Yeah not now, but there will be. We can still get hitched here. Nathan, stop worryin’ about things, okay? As long as we’re together, that’s first and foremost.”
“Then why not stay here in New York?”
“We will for now, just not forever!” Gently, I planted my lips on his forehead and traced his hairline with my tongue. “Now, about the visit to my folks…” To get more comfortable, I decided to change the subject. I could see this would be a sticking point with him he wouldn’t want to stop talking about. ‘”Don’t be nervous, okay? They’re really nice. It’ll just take them some time to get used to you.”
“I know… not worried about that. I’ll be respectful and I won’t curse. If they piss me off, I’ll just go stand outside.”
“I’ll be right behind ya, too.” I sensed the talk of the move to New Orleans still disturbed him. I grasped a handful of his hair and pulled it back. Once he met my gaze, I locked lips with him, forcing my tongue deep inside his mouth. “I love you. Everything I do is for you.”
Breathless from our embrace, he gasped and gripped the back of my head. “I know, I just…”
“Shhh… no whining allowed. I don’t wanna hear anymore, okay?” And I didn’t. One thing about Nathan is he hasn’t gotten used to the fact I like action and not words. I let them speak louder than anything I say. When he goes on and on about how he doesn’t want to do something, all I do is stop him quickly with kisses and more passion.
I don’t like to hear excuses, only see results. The point is we love one another and, in reality, it shouldn’t matter where we live as long as we’re together. But why waste the opportunity to live in a big garden house to stay in a cramped, overly expensive apartment in New York? The cost of living is lower, he could find a cheaper place to have his gallery, and—as I said to him—the town is very inspiring. Nathan could find plenty of reasons to be happy there but as usual, he’s giving me excuses why he can’t.
He still doesn’t get that I’m in control here.
Nathan Ellerby shall learn soon enough.
Haven't read book one? Check it out here