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Monday, September 22, 2014

Blog Tour, eARC Review, Excerpts & #Free ebook + #Giveaway: Pumping Iron by Nya Rawlyns

We would like to thank author Nya Rawlyns for donating 2 copies of the Ebook Bundle (Curling Iron and Pumping Iron), to two lucky commentators who gets chosen. Make sure to leave a comment below to get a free ebook copy of Curling Iron and Pumping Iron.


Crossing boundaries, taking no prisoners. Write what's in your soul.
It's the bass beat, the heartbeat, the lyrics rude and true.
Nya Rawlyns is the pseudonym of a writer who cut her teeth on sports-themed romantic comedy and historical romances before finding her true calling in the wilderness areas she has visited but calls “home” in that place that counts the most: the heart. She writes M/M erotic romance because her good friends deserve to have their amazing stories told.
She has lived in the country and on a sailboat on the Chesapeake Bay, earned more than 1000 miles in competitive trail and endurance racing, taught Political Science to unwilling freshmen, and found an avocation in materials science.
When she isn’t tending to her garden or the horses, the cats, or two pervert parakeets, she can be found day dreaming and listening to the voices in her head.






Website: Romancing Words



Pumping Iron (A Bad Boyfriends Novel)
by Nya Rawlyns 
Published August 12th 2014 by Smashwords Edition
Print Length: 169 pages
Publisher: PubRight (August 11, 2014)
Categories: Romance, Gay, Comedy, Erotic


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What does it take to bring a slow simmer to a rolling boil? Sean Rourke’s career missteps have him hiding in plain sight as a Bad Boyfriends A-list escort, hoping to dodge the bullet from a few career missteps. Mike Douglas’ financial backing and very special negotiating skills have him partnering not-so-silently at Bad Boyfriends, as well as running a training center for athletes and gym rats. Eyeing each other at a distance is all they’ve allowed themselves until a joint special project at a seaside retreat in the Hamptons, entertaining a wily Boston attorney, shows them exactly how well they fit together, in more ways than simply business as usual.

Excerpt

Sequestered at a beach house in the Hamptons, charged with keeping Lovett Junior occupied while his law firm does damage control over Junior’s peccadillos, Mike and Sean find it difficult to grab some private time.


Junior’s little secret was that of all the splendid things one could do with one’s time, watching young men fucking each other, in the flesh, was the ultimate viewing experience, and the only way Junior had a chance of coming. It was hit or miss, the coming part, but the watching for pleasure apparently hit the spot all the time.  

If he had even the remotest clue we were going at it hot and heavy, he was going to guilt us into letting him voyeur his way into my checking account. My take on ten large per diem wasn’t insubstantial, and there was the added bonus for keeping him happy and off Boston’s upscale, high end streets until Monday earliest.
It wasn’t going to buy me financial independence but it feathered a nest in desperate need of new options, including paying off a debt that had driven me to Bad Boyfriends in the first place, hocking my cock and acting abilities while hiding in plain sight.
My mini-meltdown had taught me one thing: I could act my way out of a paper bag but that didn’t make me a good card player.
“You done?” Mike was standing, cock at full alert, arms crossed. It was a good look on him. It would look even better with me hammering his ass until he cried uncle, something I suspected wouldn’t happen all that easily.
“Don’t say it.” He smirked. He was thinking it … I think too much. Apropos of nothing, I observed, “We’re naked. How do you propose to do this?”
He pulled me off the bed and dragged my bare assed carcass to the door, opened it and pointed through the wall of trees.
“What the hell am I looking at?”
“Stairs to the upper deck.” 

He tiptoed along the sandy path, his junk bobbing with the exaggerated movements. Putting a finger to his lips, he shushed me, then made a dash across the open space to the near side of the house and an attached ladder leading up to the second floor deck. He was up and over the railing before I’d even taken the first step. Not sure if I was supposed to wait while he secured the booty, or follow him and Tarzan my way up the ladder, I hesitated. He waved me to come up and join him.

Cottage. Single bed. Jerking off alone. Or king-sized bed, high thread count, condom and me buried deep into nirvana fucking a man I might be falling in love with? No contest. I dashed, I climbed, I conquered.
Giggling like schoolgirls, we barged through the patio door, with Mike sprinting to the bathroom. When he came out, I was sprawled on the bed, wallowing in comfort, stroking myself because it fucking hurt not to. He tossed a wrapper to me. It landed on my belly. I ignored it, liking the look in his eyes as he watched, eyes so filled with lust it damn near derailed me.
Taking pity, I said, “Lie down. I want to see your face when you come,” and made room on the bed while tearing at the wrapper and making quick work of rolling the damn condom on. I almost came right then and there. From the grimace on Mike’s face, he was so close it was clear this first one was going to be a quickie, for both of us.
He tossed the lube and drew his knees up, exposing himself to my tender ministrations, my finger easing in carefully. If it had been a while, he needed prep and not me going in like a battering ram, though everything inside my gut screamed for me to do just that.
You’re a professional, Rourke. You can control yourself. Do it right. Do it slow.
Mike hissed, “That’s enough. Just fucking do it already.” So I did, inch by slow inch and when he groaned, “Oh, fucking hell, Sean, fuck that’s good,” I moved, moved in the hot channel, lava hot with him clenching my cock tight, so tight I near exploded at the sensation.
Stretching his legs back, bending him almost in two, I watched his face, his eyes rolling back, felt him tense. And from the corner of my eye I caught Junior staring through the glass panel, drooling.
I rasped, trying to catch my breath, “He’s watching.”
Mike clenched his teeth, wadded the twelve hundred thread count Egyptian cotton in his bear paws, and bellowed, “Then give him his fucking money’s worth.”
So I did.

 Review

My Rating: 4 of 5 Stars

Pumping Iron focuses on the story of Mike Douglas, the silent partner of Bad Boys Escort Service. His life has not been smooth lately, no thanks to an ex whose needs have to be met by Mike. Although Kane disagrees with his decision, he also knew that Mike was stubborn and had a heart of gold. Seeing his friend in need of some much needed financial assistance, well sort of, Kane enlists Mike's much vaunted experience to help out in a little bit of fragile TLC for an A-list client who liked threesomes and the young set. 

We have Sean Rourke, the very man Mike had targetted from the minute he walked through the doors of Bad Boys. Sean liked the way Mike's presence made him feel but he had a whole lot of trouble he was both trying to solve and run away from. He was in no position to think forever love with his boss, especially when he still has to deal with a client he is expected to have a threesome with - who else - Mike as his assist.

Knowing he was really in no position to stake his claim and make demands even he could not provide, Mike was caught between his need and his practicality. It really did not help that Sean was just his type and had a sense of humor and quick wit he trully loved. 

Wait! Did Mike just think LOVE????

This is a story that could have gone the wrong. We have two handsome and intelligent escorts baby sitting on a client whose needs included threesomes. Then there is the fourth wheel or so to speak of. Their lives and work have never been this complicated!

Enter the complications. How will Mike and Sean deal with their obvious sizzling attraction for each other, their insane need to be exclusive, pretend to be attracted to their client while clipping his proclivities but still providing Class A escort service, AND deal with a situation that may bring down Bad Boys itself? What in heck is Kane's ex doing? Now Kane, David, Mike and Sean have to think of solutions to combat the attack on their business, recruits and secrets as well as guarantee the gossip does not spread overly much that may destroy their credibility forever? It's an exhausting thought, but they have to get their butts moving or else lose everything they had built up from scratch.

This was a fun read, and definitely not erotic - which was a huge, HUGE! surprise for this plot called for it. A lot of it. Then again, it would not have been finished had it gone that path. What Nya Rawlyns did was to write an entertaining and very different story about man on man action. She did a lot of insinuations but never really went to the nitty gritty details so what could be seen as a full blown erotic porn book - is definitely not! It is very entertaining, a bit fairytale-like and definitely fiction. 

Did I enjoy it? Most definitely. 

Especially when Sean and Mike started thinking different from what they were actually saying. Now that! That was hilarious and very real!


Note: Series best read in order of release. 



Kane leads a double life. By day, he pumps iron, running a fitness center, where jocks and Cougar flock for the burn and the ‘tude. By night, it's something else entirely that gets pumped, as Kane swaps sweats for Armani to cater to an exclusive clientele, willing to pay well to indulge their special interests and tastes. His double life isn’t a problem until his conniving ex tightens the financial screws. 
Finding and retaining suitable companions for his after-dark clients isn’t easy. David Black’s pole dancing performance at a friend's club hints that he might hit all the bullet points on Kane’s list of requirements, in a way that could mean something other than “just business.” 
David is out of work and out of options, so when he’s offered the choice of starvation or performing both on and off the stage, it’s a no-brainer. Kane’s offer of a position with the escort service is as attractive as the man himself, and David agrees to a trial period involving certain conditions. He quickly finds that he’s out of his depth. 
Confronted with unanticipated roadblocks, one thing is clear… neither man is taking no for an answer. 

Excerpt

I stifled the urge to sneeze. Mold. I was allergic to mold.
Apparently so was the tall man staring at one of the boss’s art deco posters—Captain America, but modern, not an antique. He sneezed and reached into a coat pocket, pulled out a handkerchief and swiped at his face. From the back he looked familiar. Dark hair, broad shoulders, overcoat from a custom big and tall men’s store. He looked angry or pissed or just not happy to be there—body posture was one of my specialties. I don’t need to see the face to know which way the wind blows.
My heart sank. If he was a detective, that “only the one” was probably me ending up at the precinct for lewd and lascivious behavior. I’d taken Charlie’s advice. I’d courted the pole last night, in a prime and prissy way. Tonight, I’d gone full frontal assault, with more grind than bump, and got a hard-on from my efforts that bulged the pleather pouch to the breaking point. 
My sixty-three dollars was now looking like bail money.
Clearing my throat, I plastered polite on my face, and asked, “You wanted to see me?” He wasn’t a customer. No point in pretending otherwise.
He turned.
I swallowed. My tongue thickened. Spit pooled in my mouth, threatening to drizzle down my chin. 
He nodded. I nodded. I went to sit in the folding chair in front of the desk.
“Don’t.”
I didn’t.
The soft cashmere turtleneck was a dead giveaway. This was my too smexy for his shoes guy from the audience, the one sitting next to the stage, the one I’d copped a feel with my eyes at the end of the routine… That one. There. Giving me a once, twice, thrice-over.
The pouch bulged.
A grin played at the corners of his mouth. I hoped he had handcuffs. I really hoped he liked doing bad cop.
He held out a hand, said, “I’m Kane.”
We shook. I shook, mostly inside, but it was a close call. I had the presence of mind to ask, “May I see some identification?”
He looked surprised, but fished in an interior pocket and pulled out a small, flat metal holder. He withdrew a business card and handed it over. 
I stared, not exactly processing much…

BAD BOYFRIENDS
1-800-bad-boys

While I mouthed Bad Boyfriends, he said, “I have a proposal for you, Mr.—”
“Black. David Black.” It was tempting to extend my hand again for another shake, a formal one. One where I could maybe fondle the backs of those long, elegant fingers, do a few sweeps with my thumb, my tongue, my tongue tied in knots, brain in lockdown.
“You’re not a cop?”
I looked at him, really looked at eyebrows drawn together tight, stern, over eyes that were blue, but not. More like Smoky Mountains hazy blue, flat, intense. He was scary handsome, scary imposing, a total alpha, I eat interns for breakfast, sexual metro hunka way out of my league.
He chuckled. That made it worse.


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Other Works:

Curling Iron (A Bad Boyfriends Novella)
Pumping Iron (A Bad Boyfriends Novel)

Ash & Oak (A Crow Creek Novel)
Pulling Leather (A Crow Creek Novel)
Strapping Ash (A Crow Creek Novel)
Sorting Will (A Crow Creek Novel)
Flankman (A Crow Creek Novel)

The Wrong Side of Right
Good Boy Bad

Cajun Gothic (Blood Haven)
The Strigoi Chronicles: Penance, Fane, Michel, Dreu
Acid Jazz Singer (Hunger Hurts)

Skin
The Guardians of the Portals
Dance Macabre (short story) 
Finish Line (novella)

The Christmas Toast
The Valentine Toast

The Shadow of This World
Sculpting David
Hunters Crossing



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  1. book sounds great ..would love to read this series
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  2. Thanks for the blurb and excerpts. I'm definitely putting these on my to-read list.

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  3. This series sounds great! Thanks for a chance at winning copies of these books.
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  4. Thanks for another set of reviews and excerpts. These books sounds great. Thanks for the giveaway chance too!

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