INSATIABLE PARK AVENUE PRINCE

Park Avenue Princes #2

by Ella Frank & Brooke Blaine

Cover & Excerpt Reveal

Release Date: November 9, 2023

Cover Design:






Hang Le



Photographer:



Ren Saliba

Genre: M/M College Romance Standalone

Trope: Forbidden love, strangers to lovers, secret life, voyeurism, exhibitionism, fish-out-of-water, found family

Synopsis

Who are we? Like you even need to ask. We’re the seven richer-than-sin legacies causing

debauchery at the prestigious Astor University in Manhattan.

Some call us spoiled.

Some call us trouble.

But everyone calls us the Park Avenue Princes.

Donovan “Van” Truitt

“The Model”

Wrong place. Wrong time. Right guy.

Showing up at a very indecent film shoot was an accident. I was a highly paid model. A professional. I didn’t get down and dirty for the cameras, but one look at the sex god needing a scene partner and I found myself reconsidering.

After all, with a name like Sin, a body out of my rugged lumberjack fantasies, and a head full of dirty-blond hair I wanted to grab, he was almost impossible to resist. But I did—until fate put him back in my sights.

The only problem? He was the new rising star of his industry, and that meant he came with conditions.

The proposition: If I wanted a night of “Sin,” I needed to show up for the cameras.

My terms: Make sure my identity remained a mystery.

It was only supposed to be one time, one scene. But I quickly learned that anything less than everything would never be enough with him.

Who would’ve thought my happy accident would lead to so many happy ending…s?

Excerpt

Sin’s arm around my waist tightened, pulling me even closer up against the hard lines of his body, and I realized I’d been so busy enjoying the feel of him that I hadn’t answered.

“Trust me,” I said, sliding my hands up his arms. “I’m not going anywhere.”

A smile full of sexual promises curved Sin’s mouth, and I felt it all the way to my toes.

As we began to dance, I took the opportunity of being so close to really look at him. He wore his hair up tonight, tied back from his face, and I knew I’d have my fingers running over that scruff lining his strong jaw before the night was out.

On second thought…why wait?

I reached up, trailing my fingertips over the trimmed beard that matched the dirty blond of his hair. It was somehow both rough and soft to the touch, and I could only imagine the way it’d feel rubbing along my thighs, leading up to—

“Feel something you like?” Sin’s whiskey-colored eyes darkened.

Oh, I could feel several somethings I liked, including the one growing harder between us.

Instead of answering, I simply smiled and rolled my hips against his. I let my hand drop down from his face to the lapel of his suit jacket, my gaze following the tanned skin I could see from the collared shirt he’d left unbuttoned a little ways. That seemed to follow with what I’d so briefly seen of the man so far. Casual and easygoing, but with an erotic intensity that seemed to knock me on my ass.

With one arm still wrapped around me, Sin lowered his free hand to my ass, giving it a squeeze with every thrust of my hips. It didn’t matter that we were in a crowded room, that my friends were no doubt watching every second of this encounter. Hell, they were probably cheering me the fuck on from the VIP and shouting directives.

But I didn’t need any help here.

Sin’s head lowered as we danced, and for a heartbeat I thought he was about to kiss me. I closed my eyes at the heady scent of his cologne as I breathed him, and then I felt his lips brush ever so lightly along my neck.

Damn. Just damn. I couldn’t even hide the way that slight touch sent a tremor through my body. And all the while we kept moving, holding each other close as we danced to the pulsing rhythm.

Sin hummed by my ear, the sound a mix between a growl and a purr as his lips brushed over the shell of my ear, bringing to mind the thoughts I’d had of him earlier that week. The animalistic ones. The raw, earthy ones that made me feel desperate and needy. Something about his bringing a primal side out of me. I was about two seconds away from tearing his damn jacket off right there on the dance floor.

I curled my fingers into his lapel as I angled my hips forward, rocking myself up against the hard cock I could feel pressing against me. He cursed, and his warm breath washed over the skin of my neck.

“Ah, I know what you want…” Sin slid a hand up under my jacket, smoothing it along my spine until he could hold me in place. Then he wedged a foot between mine and dipped a fraction to roll his hips up, grinding himself on me, and my eyes practically rolled to the back of my damn head. “That it?”

“Mhmm.” I was the one purring now. “It’s definitely a start.”

He chuckled by my ear, and the rough sound vibrated through me and made every nerve ending come alive.

“Then maybe it’s time you come with me…” My breath caught, and fuck, he flicked his tongue over my earlobe. “Somewhere a little more private.”