TAKE MY BREATH AWAY by Ali Ryecart – NOW LIVE!

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| Age Gap (May/December) | Forced Proximity | Slow Burn | Secret Crush | Touch of Angst | Sweet with Heat |

Rescuing a beautiful boy wasn’t supposed to be on my Friday night To Do list…

James

Perry’s my oldest friend’s young, sweet as sugar, totally adorable Executive. Assistant, so when I find him slumped over a table, blind drunk and alone in the corner of a bar, not rescuing him isn’t an option. I can give him everything he needs to help him become the man he wants to be. But there’s one thing I can’t give him, and they’re the promises I always break.

Perry

James came to my rescue when I needed him most, but any secret fantasy the sexy silver fox with the come to bed eyes could be my Knight in Shining Armour is only good for fairy tales. James lives his life free of ties and commitments, whereas all I want is to commit to being entangled.

Take My Breath Away is a slow burn, sweet with heat age gap MM romance. Expect forced proximity, a touch of angst, a secret crush, plenty of snark – and adventures with a farting dog.

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EXCERPT

“Oh God, James, o-hhhh…”

My post-release slump back into the mattress is accompanied by a salacious smack of a pair of wet lips and a throaty laugh.

“So much more satisfying than a cup of tea first thing, don’t you think?”

James inches up my body, his face hovering over mine so close our noses brush against each other’s.

“Get off me. You’ve got cum breath.” I do my best to look fierce, but as I’m still in an early morning post-climax fog, I very much doubt I’m succeeding.

“Hmm.” James doesn’t attempt to move as he runs his tongue around his mouth. “I’ve also got a few pubes caught between my teeth.”

“Well, I’ll book in for a wax, shall I? In the meantime, you can take your teeth out so you can properly unpick them. And give a better BJ.”

I give him a hard shove and he topples off the edge, saved from totally crumpling onto the rug by one leg clinging to the bed — which I push off so the errant limb can join the rest of him. I peek over the side and look down at a very naked James, partially tangled in the duvet which went overboard with him.

“I do not have false teeth.” He sticks his bottom lip out in a sulky pout. “I can’t believe this is the thanks I get for lovingly relieving you of—”

“An extra few minutes of blissful sleep?” I’m grinning now because there’s no way I can’t. I’d give up minutes, hours, days and nights for James’ mouth on me. The horizontal workout he’s given me has left me both more relaxed and refreshed than the best night’s sleep  ever could — but it’s also put me off my guard as James’ sudden, out of the blue move has me tumbling out of bed. My breath’s knocked from me as I land on top of him.

His arms tighten around me, their grip steel hard. I’ve no way out of his embrace even if I wanted it. James wraps his legs around my waist, his solid shaft pressing hard against my belly, and I suck in a sharp breath as he rolls his hips up into me and, even though I’ve just emptied myself down his throat, my cock’s already thickening.

James kisses me hard, the taste of my release on his tongue thrilling through me as he rocks harder. The drag on my cock, trapped between our sweat-slicked bodies, is exquisite, mouth-watering agony. Messy kisses, spit smearing our lips, our breaths heavy and ragged, and hitching as our cocks slide across each other, slippery from our combined juice. But I need more.

I pull back, and James’ arms around me loosen. Spitting into my palm I lock my gaze onto the dark and inky depths that have become James’ eyes. He’s breathing hard, and his lips curve up into a wicked grin as I wrap my hand around our— James’ mobile rings, slicing through the heated, lust-fogged air.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

I used to tell my stories to myself, now I tell them to the world…

The stories I only ever told to myself took place in a world where it was boy meets boy, where best friends became more, where the hero didn’t save the damsel but the hot guy he’d been secretly crushing on.

I wanted to read those stories. I craved to read those stories. But those stories weren’t out there. Or that’s what I thought… Until one Christmas, when I unwrapped a shiny new e-reader. All it took was a few clicks, and my world changed forever.

I found my tribe.

But there is life outside of MM & gay romantic fiction in all its configurations. Allegedly.

When I’m forced to switch off the trusty, faithful word machine, there’s a husband to feed and talk to, pubs to drink in, and cake to eat. I love to do all those things and more, before I rush back to write all the words.

I’m a Londoner, born and bred and even though I now live just outside of the big bad city, I’m close enough to hop on a train so I can get my regular metropolitan fix.

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