ONLY SAM
Available at Total-e-Bound Publishing
January 2012 as part of the Men In Uniform Anthology
And single release February 2012
BLURB:
When a restaurant goes up in flames, will a spark of love rise from the ashes for a chef and his hero?
When chef Dylan Brookes finds his restaurant engulfed in flames, all he can do is watch his dreams turn to ashes. Shock, hurt and disbelief leave Dylan vulnerable to both the man who wants to love him and the one who wants to kill him.
Fire fighter Sam Carter has been frequenting the same small restaurant for a year, trying to work up the nerve to ask the chef out on a date. When Dylan’s Omni burns to the ground from foul play, Sam steps in to help.
The only question is – will it be too late?
WHAT THE REVIEWERS ARE SAYING:
Serena @ Queer Magazine Online
“Like a small fire that bursts into powerful flame, the slow and careful beginnings of their relationship soon grow into something real, a strong connection that they can both rely on.”
See the full review here: http://qmobooks.com/index.php/component/content/article/42920-only-sam-by-em-woods
EXCERPT:
Sam walked to stand in front of Dylan—his cock proud, thick and weeping, inches from Dylan’s lips. “Are we going to get ‘busy’, then?”
That glistening tip proved too much for Dylan to resist. Need and cold, hard lust washed over him. His dick throbbed back to life and stiffened to arch toward his belly. He closed the gap, wrapping his lips around Sam’s cock. Dylan’s eyes shut as the salty taste of Sam’s pre-cum burst across his tongue.
Oh, God. Sam tasted so fucking delicious.
Sam wound his fingers through Dylan’s hair, drawing him forward to take in more. Dylan sank further on to Sam’s cock, loving the stretch to his lips and the way his mouth filled with Sam’s flesh. He gripped Sam’s hips for leverage then set a leisurely pace of sliding down the thick shaft only to pull back before his nose touched Sam’s skin.
The feel of all that power pulsing, quivering, between his lips—the sound of Sam’s low moans as Dylan flicked his tongue into the slit as he suckled eagerly at the head—nearly tipped Dylan over into his own release. Dylan hummed once, revelling in the short grunt and slight pull of hair he earned from Sam, before he reached down to give a sharp tug at his own balls. He refused to come until Sam had his mouth wrapped around his dick.
“Gonna.”
Dylan took the cue and pulled away from Sam’s cock, wrapping his hand around the swollen head, picking up the same rhythm he’d used with his mouth. Nuzzling the soft skin over Sam’s hipbone, Dylan inhaled the scent that was purely Sam, keeping his eyes on Sam’s prick as it thickened, darkened, with his pending release. “So fucking pretty.”
