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BLURB:
They’re
going to need a bigger tent.
Henri’s
list of bad exes is as long as his arm, but nothing prepared him for his
latest, heart-stomping breakup. He thought he couldn’t feel more abandoned, until
his ride for a group camping trip bails, leaving him stuck driving for hours
with a guy who is absolutely not his type.
After
breaking up with his girlfriend of five years, firefighter Logan is working up
the nerve to explore his interest in men. He knows he’s gay. He just hasn’t had
the guts to do anything about it…until now.
Henri’s
big-city attitude and tight jeans push every last one of Logan’s buttons, and
when he and Henri have to share a tent, Logan is thrilled. He should have
realized Pacific Northwest weather would get wet—forcing them to strip naked.
Though the steam between them is thicker than coastal fog, Henri’s not sure he
can let himself fall for another man. Not even the guy who finally treats him
right.
Warning:
Contains bad ex-boyfriends, even worse weather, and more than your average
amount of sex in a tent. May not be suitable for those with germ phobias,
outdoor aversions or fear of damp shoes.
Excerpt:
The first thing Henri smelled when he woke up was coffee.
The second was bacon.
He rolled onto his back, staring at the top of the tent and
anticipating the salty, crisp fat. Henri was probably sublimating with food
since he wouldn’t be getting laid anytime soon, but if he couldn’t eat cock,
bacon was a pretty good substitute.
The smell of Logan was there too, though the guy himself no
longer took up the better part of the tent. Henri lifted his head off the sweatpants
he’d somehow replaced his pillow with in the middle of the night, and assessed
his surroundings. Logan’s duffel filled the corner, meaning Logan must have
slept scrunched in the shortened space. Other than that, Logan’s side of the
tent was completely clean.
Henri’s side, on the other hand, looked like his suitcase
had vomited in the night.
The tent flap rustled, and a slice of Logan’s face appeared
in the opening. “You awake?”
“Yeah.” Henri started to smile, and he forced his lips to a
smirk instead. Things had been fine the night before, more comfortable than
Henri would have expected, once Logan had stopped talking, but Henri didn’t
want to get too friendly with Logan and lead the guy on. Between the STI thing
and still being hung up on Preston, Henri was in no position to start dating.
“Is that coffee at someone else’s campsite, or is there a chance I can have
some?”
Logan reached into the tent, a travel mug in his giant fist,
and handed it to Henri. His grin was shy, and his cheeks red.
Well, drat. Henri was leading him on just by not kicking the
guy.
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Birkenstock-wearing
glamour girl and mother of two by immaculate conception, Daisy Harris still
isn't sure if she writes erotica. Her romances start out innocently enough.
However, her characters behave like complete sluts. Much to Miss Harris's
dismay the sex tends to get completely out of hand.
She writes
about fantastical creatures and about young men getting their freak on, and
she's never missed an episode of The Walking Dead.
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