Scarred both physically and emotionally after a motorcycle accident, twenty-five year old ex fashion model and porn star Oliver Brown is about to be stripped bare by flamboyant twink Leslie Scott—and they’ll rebuild love from the bottom up.
BARING THE BEAST
Twenty-five year old Oliver Brown is addicted. Two years ago, he was at the height of his career as “Nicky Starr,” fashion model, porn actor, partier without peer. Then came the accident. Hiding his scars, both emotional and physical, he’s gone into hiding. But fine clothing is some solace. A new suit by Debussy? Better even than a ride on his motorcycle Hulk or all the things he used to give and take on camera.
Enter Leslie Scott, the flamboyant, dark-haired, heel-and-tiny-short-wearing twink sent to deliver Oliver’s newest fix. A firecracker, Leslie is dapper, generous, in touch with his feminine side but all man, and as gorgeous as any garment ever made. He makes Oliver dream of ending his reclusion, of recapturing a future forever denied him. But for that to happen, Leslie would have to strip him to the bone. Only then will they rebuild life from the bottom up.
Review by: multitaskingmomma
My Rating: 5 of 5 Stars
The first time I met Leslie, he just stole the show from right under Eddie and Gideon. Don't take me wrong, I love all the Men of London, but there was just something about Leslie's antics, flamboyance, over the top-ness and strength beneath the seemingly fragile persona that caught my attention. When I got to read this in ARC form, I just gobbled him up.
Then there is Nicky or erm, sorry, Oliver. Oliver is Nicky Starr (a play on another author's name Nic Starr) who lost his nerve after losing his looks to an accident. Or so he thinks. He was once a popular porn star and had been the subject of every man's (straight and gay) imagination. When he disappeared from the limelight, no one knew why, and one of those wondering was Leslie.
When they meet eye to eye with a door between them, Leslie knew he had to reach out. Not as a fan. Not as the one to bring him the suits Laverne made. But as a friend. And those who follow this series know just what kind of friend Leslie is: loyal to the end like a pitbull locked on its prey. How could Oliver resist? I mean, I can't resist Leslie!!! Right? So their friendship flourishes and the romance insidiously inserted itself. Did they resist? Nah, of course not. But they did face some angst which they dealt with the help of some friends and on their own.
I must say this is the BEST book of the three in the series so far released. Leslie is adorable! (Note: After reading through the reviews, it seems as though this guy is uber popular. Everybody loves Leslie!) I went through this in a flash and it was very well and lightly written, it actually came up short. Sigh. I just want more of them. Once you read this, you will, too.
Who do I want to read about next? Well, I want the story of Laverne. But I have to wait it out for Tate and Clay are the next item and well, we'll just have to wait. I will definitely... and I am well known for my patience.
Overall, this is the best in both plot and development as well as writing style. The author's wit and humor shines through in this one and I just giggled all the way. From the moment Leslie cursed on that first page, I was hooked.
Oliver’s arrived home horny and needs to relieve the tension…
The film, titled The War Whore, started and Oliver wondered if he was a narcissist watching his own movie. However, he wanted to see Adam in action, imagine it was Leslie above him, see those cobalt blue eyes staring into his as he fucked him. His cock rose and Oliver sighed in satisfaction as his hands got busy. There was something to be said about living alone and having the privacy to jack off in your own living room using the lube that was scattered around the place.
Through lazy eyes, he watched himself lying on a medieval divan, dressed in an opened leather waistcoat, chest hair showing. He remembered that those pants had been the most uncomfortable leather ones he’d ever worn. They were opened to show his cock upright and purpled, already glistening and definitely ready for the slave who stood in front of him. Adam smiled invitingly on screen and dropped his tunic to reveal an impressive dick and a slim, muscled body. He also had a backside that you could bounce coins off. The man’s arse had been bite-worthy, and Oliver’s mouth filled with saliva as he imagined what Leslie’s would be like. From what he’d seen today, the man had a tight, bubble arse and Oliver really wanted in.
Languid strokes to his cock made his pulse race; his mouth opened and his heavy breaths echoed in the room. He watched the events playing out on screen, as Adam straddled him and then rammed down on his cock with a fierce battle cry and began to bounce up and down like a yo-yo. Oliver closed his eyes and imagined that scene, but with Leslie in the slave role. Black bangs over blue eyes framed a face that was pale and delicate, yet with the strength of a man’s jaw and square cheekbones that made no mistake about the gender of the person currently riding Oliver’s cock.
Want to find out more about the book and the characters? Head down to visit his website and have a truly visual sexperience. Meet Nicky in all his glory and see what he has to say about the porn industry, love, and life in general. This is a website intended for over eighteens only and if you are easily offended, we suggest you stay away.
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Psychic Taylor Abelard is used to people calling him a freak. He can see past events and feel the ghostly vibrations of people close to him who’ve passed on. It’s why he doesn’t get too close to the living. But this time, against his better judgment, despite Draven’s mocking rejoinders, Taylor will get closer than ever before. The mystery of a dead friend will lead the two men down a dark and seedy trail of blackmail and lies. Add in the heartbreak of a family tragedy, and events lead them straight into each other’s arms. By the end of this night, all their demons will have risen—and been banished with the dawn.
Susan Mac Nicol is a self confessed bookaholic, an avid watcher of videos of sexy pole dancing men, self confessed geek and nerd and in love with her Smartphone. This little treasure is called ‘the boyfriend’ by her long suffering husband, who says if it vibrated, there’d be no need for him. Susan hasn’t had the heart to tell him there’s an app for that…
She is never happier than when sitting in the confines of her living room/study/on a cold station platform scribbling down words and making two men fall in love. She is a romantic at heart and believes that everything happens (for the most part) for a reason. She likes to think of herself as a ‘half full’ kinda gal, although sometimes that philosophy is sorely tested.
Lover of walks in the forest, theatre productions, dabbling her toes in the cold North Sea and the vibrant city of London where you can experience all four seasons in a day , she is a hater of pantomime (so please don’t tar and feather her), duplicitous people, bigotry and self righteous idiots.
In an ideal world, Susan Mac Nicol would be Queen of England and banish all the bad people to the Never Never Lands of Wherever -Who Cares. As that’s never going to happen, she contents herself with writing her HEA stories and pretending, that just for a little while, good things happen to good
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