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Crimson Club – Book Four
by Willow Dixon
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Release Date: March 7, 2024
Lori Jackson Design
Genre: M/M Romance Standalone
Tropes: Friends to lovers, bi-awakening, opposites attract, clueless MC’s, voyeurism, mental health rep., found family
Using a dating app to find someone willing to sell their tools for cheap might be unconventional, but it wasn’t like I was having any luck finding my person on them. I’m about to give up on my search for love, and tools, when Hayden messages me.
Not only is my stolen-tool problem solved, but it turns out he’s a great guy, and we quickly become friends. But the more time we spend together, the more I notice something between us.
Something that doesn’t just feel like friendship.
Something that makes me want more. Makes me want him.
Watching Hayden lose control is everything. So is knowing he can’t stay away from me, either.
River and Hayden’s story is a friends to lovers, bi-awakening romance. You can expect voyeurism, tons of heat, lots of dirty talk, and all the feels as these two clueless guys navigate the line between besties and boyfriends. It is the fourth standalone in the exciting new Crimson Club series but can be read as a standalone.
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“I’m trying to tell you that I want to kiss you.” The corner of his lip tilted up in his trademark smile-smirk that made my stomach swoop and my knees weak.
“Are you sure?” I asked breathily.
What the hell was happening?
“Can I kiss you?” he asked, his voice a low rumble that was way too sexy.
I nodded, not sure I could form words just then.
River slid his hands up my arms and gently cupped my neck. The touch was soft, but so damn hot.
This time, when he leaned in, I closed my eyes and tried to empty my head of all the voices screaming at me that this was a pity kiss and I’d never hear from him again after he left.
I had no idea what to expect, but him softly stroking my throat with his thumbs wasn’t it.
“Open your eyes,” he commanded gently.
Instinctively, I obeyed.
He traced his gaze over my face, lingering on my lips. Slowly, he leaned in. This time, I waited until he closed his eyes before I did.
His kiss was soft and fleeting, more of a brushing of lips than an actual kiss.
It rocked me to my very core.
“Hayden,” he whispered.
I could only part my lips in invitation, my mind blissfully blank as he kept stroking my pulse point.
His lips pressed against mine, firmer and with more pressure, but still achingly sweet and soft.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been kissed like this. Where it was about seduction and teasing and not about getting hot and heavy right off the bat.
His tongue brushed my lip. He swallowed my moan and dipped into my mouth.
My head was spinning in the best way. I gripped his hips to anchor myself.
He made an encouraging sound and deepened the kiss, but only slightly.
Taking a chance, I slipped my hands under his shirt and stroked the smooth skin of his back.
River made another of those sounds and stepped closer, pressing our bodies together.
Holy shit. He was hard?
My own dick had gone into hiding after River jumped back from my fumbling kiss, but knowing he was turned on was enough to jumpstart it back to life, and I was rocking a boner in no time.
River’s groan was low and rumbly and did things to my insides, but it was how he kept the kiss soft and exploratory that made me lightheaded.
I could only hold on for dear life as River kissed me with so much tenderness it stole not only my thoughts, but also my strength.
My knees buckled. River wrapped his arms around my waist and held me close to steady me.
Then he was walking me backward, half dragging me, until my back hit the wall, and he pressed me against it with his hot, hard body.
Jesus Christ, he was perfect. Now that my brain was sort of working again, I could focus on the little things like how solid his chest was, how strong he was, but how he still managed to be gentle as he pinned me against the wall.
His cock dug into my stomach, and his stubble scraped and scratched my skin, sending shivers of awareness through me as he deepened the kiss.
His hands moved down my neck, over my shoulders, and down my arms. He shackled my wrists and gently held them against the wall.
“Oh!” I gasped against his kiss.
“This okay?” he asked, his lips hovering over mine.
“Yeah,” I croaked, my brain short-circuiting at the move.
I’d always wanted someone to do this to me, to pin me to the wall and kiss the shit out of me, but no one ever had.
River’s lips met mine in another kiss, only this one was deep and hot, evolving into a battle of lips and teeth as he rocked my world, bringing one of my fantasies to life like he had a direct link into my deepest, darkest desires.
When he finally pulled away, we were both gasping for breath. It took a moment for the fog to clear from my glasses, but I was too stunned to really notice.
“Definitely not straight,” he muttered, his eyes still on my lips.
His were kiss-swollen and red, and around his mouth was pink with beard burn.
I blinked at him, unable to form words just yet.
“I…” He pressed a sweet kiss against my lips, then stepped back.
It took more effort than I’d ever admit to not slide down the wall at the loss of his body against mine.
“I should go.” He licked his lips, an unreadable expression on his face. “I’ll talk to you soon.”
“’Kay.” I swallowed. “Soon.”
He paused, his eyes still on my face, then turned on his heel and left my house, grabbing his hoodie from the hook by the door as he did.
The door closed behind him. I let myself slide down the wall and sat on the floor. That was the safest place for me right now.
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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.
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