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Crimson Club – Book Three

by Willow Dixon

Cover, Blurb & Excerpt Reveal

Release Date: November 29, 2023

Cover Design:






Lori Jackson Design

Photographer:






Michelle Lancaster

Model: Anthony

Genre: M/M Romance Standalone

Tropes: Animosity to lovers, double bi-awakening, workplace romance, demisexual rep., mental health rep., found family, sniping as a love language, possessive MC’s, exhibitionism and public fun

Synopsis

When the guys at work dare me and the new guy to play a game of gay chicken, I figure I’ll get my first kiss and bragging rights for winning. What I don’t expect is for that game to awaken something in me. Something I’ve never felt before.

Something that makes me want more. Makes me want him.

I never back down from a challenge, but that doesn’t explain why being with Noah feels so good. Why I can’t stop thinking about him. Why he’s the only person who’s ever stirred even the slightest interest in me.

Why getting him off gets me off.

Watching Noah lose control is everything. So is knowing he can’t stay away from me, either.

Zane and Noah’s story is an animosity to lovers, double bi-awakening romance. You can expect public fun, tons of heat, lots of banter, and reluctant feels as these two impulsive and competitive guys realize that in some games, everyone’s a winner. It is the third book in the exciting new Crimson Club series but can be read as a standalone.

Content Warning: This novel contains on page pot/marijuana use (used for self-medication and it’s legal in the state the book is set in), religious trauma, neglectful and emotionally abusive parents, mention of past death of parents, allusions that one may have been intentional, and mention of financially abusive extended family.

Excerpt

Zane slipped his hand into mine and pulled me away from the wall.

“People are going to talk about us,” I said as he dragged me out of the back living room and toward the kitchen area.

“Let them.” He tugged me forward so I was next to him and not trailing behind.

Ignoring the looks that were thrown our way by everyone we passed, I followed Zane into the kitchen, then over to a door tucked away around a corner. He pushed it open and shoved me inside, flipping the light as the door banged shut behind us.

The space was small, only about four feet across and about the same number deep. The neatly packed shelves indicated it was indeed a pantry, and the warm light was just bright enough to see him.

“What do you think they’re saying about us?” I crowded him against the door.

He grabbed me around the waist and held me close.

“Think they’re talking about how much you want my cock?”

His pupils blew wide.

“Or maybe they’re talking about what a slut you are and how you can’t wait for me to fuck you.”

He moaned and shackled the back of my neck, kissing me deep and hard.

“Can I fuck you?” I asked against his lips, breaking the role-play so I could get his real answer.

I wanted to top him so bad, but understood if he wasn’t there yet.

“Yeah.” He hitched his leg around my hip and ground our dicks together. “Want it.”

“Fuck.” I issued a shuddering breath. “Are you sure?”

“Don’t get soft on me now, Rath.”

The challenge in his eyes was clear. My apprehension was heated away with feral desire.

I attacked his mouth, kissing him hard and deep. He matched my kisses. He jammed his hands between our bodies to undo our pants.

Still kissing him, I stroked my hand over his ass, keeping his leg slung around me.

How would it feel to take him like this? Face to face so I could not only watch his pleasure, but have all of him wrapped around me?

The clink of my belt shoved that thought out of my head. As athletic as he was, his first time taking a dick wasn’t the time to be pulling out the acrobatics and attempting a standing missionary.

He shoved my jeans and underwear down, hooking them under my ass.

I groaned against his lips as he did the same with his pants and underwear.

“Did you wear these for me?” He snapped the waistband of my blue briefs.

“Shut up.”

He grinned and snapped the elastic again. “You did. Admit it.”

“Maybe.”

He circled his hips. His bare cock slid against mine. “Good boy.”

I pinned him with a flat look. He laughed.

My chest squeezed at how open and genuine that laugh was. How it completely transformed his entire demeanor and softened his features. It made him look young and carefree and so damn happy.

I could see myself falling for him.

 

About the Author

What can I say about myself? It’s kind of like being the new kid in school and being asked to tell everyone a bit about yourself. Anyone else forget everything they’ve ever liked, thought of, and even their name in those moments?

A few facts about me; I’m a veteran, I’m Canadian, and I love books! I’ve been writing my own stories since I was eight and wrote my first novel at sixteen. I’m the first to admit those attempts weren’t my best work, but they started me on a journey of creating stories that has led me to fulfilling my dream of becoming an author. I’ve written and published in several genres under different names, but MM is by far my favorite, and I’m so happy to be able to share my stories with people today.

I currently live on Canada’s east coast with my kiddo and my cats. I have a shoe collecting addiction, and I enjoy taking long walks, discussions with friends, and reading anything and everything I can get my hands on.