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|Passion's Victory - coming soon
When passion is the prize, it's time to change the rules...
Micah Souther is young, talented, and gay. As the junior
owner of the family business, he knows better than to look
for love “on the clock.”
Jonas Chadwick is the new guy at the firm. Older, wiser,
and a survivor of the school of hard knocks, he’s not in the
market for an office romance, even if he knew for certain
his young boss were gay.
One kiss is all it takes to send them on a collision course,
and when bodies collide, the friction gets hot.
...My pulse pounded loudly in my ears and my cock rose, anticipating. Jonas’ strong fingers encircled my
wrist and he lifted my arm above my head as his body pinned me, full length, against my front door. He
pressed the hard ridge of his erection firmly to mine. I reached for him with my free hand, wanting to feel
his length and girth, but he grabbed that wrist, too, and lifted it beside the other. I bucked against him,
totally turned on by the aggression I sensed in him.
“Be still,” he growled in my ear. He trailed kisses down my neck, even as his grip tightened. I struggled to
break free of the vise grip he had on my wrists.
His pelvis ground against mine. I tilted my head and delved into the heat of his mouth. I moaned. He
moaned. I wanted my hands free in the worst way. I needed to touch him, caress the sensitive, silky skin I
knew sheathed his penis. I ached to feel his lips on my cock.
I threw my weight forward, desperate to force him to take a step back. It worked and I quickly spun him
around and pinned him with my body. He grunted as he came in contact with the door and his lips bowed
beneath mine. His strong fingers released my hands, and I reached for him, gathering him to me. His
muscled thigh slipped between mine and applied upward pressure on my balls. Instead of worrying about
injury I pressed down, reveling in the tingling sensation.
“Jonas,” I murmured against his smiling lips. “Talk to…” His tongue flicked to mine, cutting off my request
for a moment of conversation.
Any of my neighbors watching were getting quite a sideshow. I shoved my hand in my pocket, fumbling for
my keys. They fell from my shaking fingers to the porch decking. Jonas pushed me back, breaking physical
contact. I longed to see his eyes, to get some idea of what he thought, what he felt.
“Bend over and pick them up,” he said cheerfully as he rubbed my nipple.
I stared at him and tried to catch my breath. “Not in front of you, Chadwick. I know all about men like you.”
“Do you?” Something rough and dark in his voice gave me pause. What demon did he battle?
“I know enough.” I pushed him back against the side of the house, not with some little force.
“Why did you come back?”
“I don’t know. Maybe to satisfy my curiosity.”
“Bullshit.” I fisted my hands in his shirt and gave him a shake. “We take this inside, make it private, or
we’re done here.”
Jonas stared at me for the longest twenty seconds of my life, then he nodded. I released him and he bent
over, snagged my keys, and dropped them into my outstretched palm. I unlocked the door and invited the
devil into my home for the second time in one day.
“I need a drink. Do you want one, Jonas?” I needed to haul him into my bedroom and have my way with
him, that’s what I needed. My insides quivered. I shivered despite the warm evening.
But I knew, to my sorrow, that quickie sex now would be a mistake, and I bet he knew it, too.
“I’ll take a brandy, if you have it.”
“I hope you’ll settle for bourbon.”
I poured us each a generous shot and handed him one. He nodded and tossed it back like a pro. I followed
suit, and we set our empties down on the counter in unison. Jonas reached for me again. I lifted my chin
and stared him down. His hand dropped to his side.
I wanted him. God, how I wanted him. I ached with it. His gaze met mine before flicking down to the bulge
in my pants and back up.
“It’s a sock,” I told him cheerily, in the same tone that he’d used to tell me to bend over.
“Hmm. Well, that’s the risk we run, isn’t it?”
I snorted. “Ya think?” I went to check his package, and he moved away.
“Shy?” I hardly thought shyness to be a problem for him given his examination of my tonsils with his
“Let’s just say I’m cautious...”
|You can’t help but like both of these characters...Who doesn’t love a good office romance story?
The romance may have progressed quickly between these two characters, from a chronological
standpoint anyway, but that didn’t detract from the plot at all...Well worth the read."
--April, Fallen Angel Reviews -Fallen Angel Reviews
|Passion's Victory is a touching, thoughtful and realistic love story. KC Kendricks has again
created two terrific and very likable characters. - Literary Nymphs
|"5 Hearts!...Although you could easily fry an egg or two, maybe a dozen, on the scorching male on
male romance...The expertly woven plot is what kept me reading...Really. I couldn't wait to find out
if Micah and Jonas would conquer their inner demons, just as much as, I flipped page after page to
see what part they'd conquer on each other next. With mapping each other's bodies, came one
emotional discovery after another, and not all positive. This heightened the intrigue, adding the
perfect amount of suspense. The author, KC Kendricks, accurately portrays some real-life
circumstances and insecurities many of us face when we decide to cruise for more than 'just sex,'
and I found this story beautifully moving in all the right areas."--Bryl Tyne, The Romance Studio
|About this book...
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