BETRAYAL
(The Unrequited Trilogy #2)
Release
Date – March 2015
Blurb:
Following the difficult trials leading
to their newfound relationship, Tristan and Joshua thought things would get
easier. They had fought their dark pasts together, and made a vow to never
allow them to control their lives again.
Now a whole new kind of complication has
arrived to test their loyalty and trust. A sexy complication in the form of
Logan Mclean.
Lust, lies and emotions run rampant as
the Scottish businessman wedges himself between the lovers. Have Tristan and
Joshua truly laid the ghosts of their pasts to rest, or will they allow
another’s desires to ruin everything? For in this ever growing world of
emotion, one step can lead to either complete happiness, or an ultimate
betrayal.
Adult
Excerpt
Joshua sighed contently as he held him tight. “Damn, T, I have missed
you.” At those words, Tristan fused their mouths together in a hard kiss. It
was almost desperate. All he wanted to do was feel, taste, and smell his lover.
He wanted to drown in the man he loved and forget everything else that had
happened over the past few days. Tristan never wanted to think of Logan ever
again, especially now that he was back where he belonged, in Joshua’s arms.
As if sensing his thoughts, Joshua held him tighter, deepening their
kiss as he walked them backwards into the sitting room. Tristan went willingly,
stumbling over whatever was on the floor until the backs of his legs hit the
couch. Not once did they break their kiss as they took the time to relearn each
other’s bodies, peeling away clothing to caress smooth, warm flesh.
Tristan groaned into his lover’s mouth, their tongues duelling for
supremacy as the kiss became more heated. It felt divine, a balm that soothed
his anxious mind. He never wanted to keep anything from Joshua, yet he feared
losing him over what had happened between him and Mclean. Considering his past,
it would be difficult for his man to think on anything else, and that was
something Tristan could never fault him for. He should stop this and tell him
the truth, yet he was a selfish bastard, and as Joshua tugged him tighter into
his embrace, Tristan pushed those horrid thoughts aside and lost himself in
sensation. Kissing his lover fiercely, he groaned and gasped, their teeth
clashing as they devoured each other. He wanted to taste every inch of this man
before him, and would have done so if Joshua had not broken the kiss to drop to
his knees.
Tristan watched on bated breath as his zipper was lowered to release his
stiff rod, his shaft clasped gently in a sure grip. He loved it when Joshua
treated him to one of his amazing blowjobs, but right now, all he could think
about was either being buried balls-deep within his man’s tight ass, or vice
versa.
“Damn, baby, no! I just want—”
His words died in his throat as the hot cavern of Joshua’s mouth
engulfed his cock completely, his lust-fogged mind urging him to relax and
enjoy. Tristan grunted, reaching for his lover’s head as he began a slow roll
of his hips. “So good, Joshua! Always so damn—”
Pleasure shot through his shaft and balls as blunt teeth caught the
swollen head of his cock teasingly. Glancing down at his man, he smirked at the
challenging glint in his blue eyes. “You are so fucking hot, baby. I love
seeing your greedy lips wrapped around my cock.” At his husked words, Joshua
sucked hard, his lover’s cheeks hollowing as he did so. “Dammit!”
Joshua teased him with that wicked tongue, massaging the underside of
his shaft before pulling back completely. Tristan was about to voice a
complaint when the base of his cock was gripped hard. Joshua smirked up at him,
stroking his throbbing rod before sucking one of his balls into his talented
mouth. The way he worked him had Tristan thrusting forward harder than before,
the ruddy head of his cock caressing his man’s cheek.
“You always taste so damn good, T,” Joshua purred in that sexy, deep
voice of his as he once again took Tristan into his mouth. It felt amazing, the
slick glide of his lover’s hot lips and tongue as he suckled gently, his deft
fingers reaching up to squeeze and massage Tristan’s damp sac before easing
down to probe his puckered hole. It was too much.
“Ah, fuck, baby. Don’t tease me.” On a groan, Tristan arched backward
against those eager fingers, tightening his grip on Joshua’s hair as the tip of
one finger breached his ass. Panting hard, he let his head roll back against
his shoulder, his body heating as his man continued to lave and suck his hard cock.
He couldn’t take any more. If he didn’t stop it now, he would come in that
welcoming mouth.
“Baby, please, I can’t—” Tristan grunted as blunt teeth scraped the
underside of his shaft once more, sending a shudder throughout his entire body.
“Fucking hell!”
Grabbing his man’s shoulders, he pulled him to his feet and captured his
lips in a fierce kiss. Joshua chuckled against his mouth, his large hands
trailing up Tristan’s back to cup the nape of his neck possessively. Taking
control once more, he spun Tristan around, then pushed him forward to kneel on
the arm of the couch.
“I’m going to drive you wild before giving you what you want, T. I’m
going to fucking savor you.” Joshua’s voice grew thicker with every lust-coated
word he spoke, his warm, callused hands caressing Tristan’s naked back and ass
as he parted his cheeks slowly. Anticipation had Tristan mewling like a horny
housewife as he waited for what he knew was coming next, and on the initial
contact of his man’s hot tongue on his puckered hole, he jerked off his perch
on the couch.
Joshua growled low in his throat as he gripped Tristan’s hips hard and
forced him back into position, his tongue delving deep instantly. Tristan cried
out, fisting the couch cushions as his lover kept his word and drove him
insane. He fucked him with fingers and tongue, stroking his shaft in the same
languorous rhythm, making him ache deliciously.
“Joshua, please…I’m going to…fuck, baby, I need to come.” Was that
pleading voice really his own? Tristan was surprised at how needy and desperate
he sounded. He would never have allowed anyone to do this to him in the past,
never would have given up control so easily. Yet this was Joshua, the only
person to have ever reduced him to this, and it made Tristan love the gorgeous,
sensual man all the more.
©Amara
Lebel. Siren Publishing, Ltd. 2014.
The
Unrequited Trilogy
Denial, book #1
Blurb:
Tristan Bailey is a man who never takes
no for an answer in anything he does or wants. Life treats him good as the CEO
of his own airline, and one of New York's finest bachelors. Men and women alike
fall at his feet, the world opens to him without complaint. There isn't much he
desires. Until he lays eyes on Joshua, that is.
Death has become a living nightmare for
Joshua Malone. No matter what he does, a past riveted with pain and destruction
follows him and forces him to make life decisions he would rather not. Josh
never wanted to be reminded of the heartache that loving someone could bring, but
he finds himself struggling to deny Tristan's advances.
Two different worlds collide in a heated
meeting of longing and lust. Can the inner fears of one be laid to rest by the
newfound love for the other, or will they both be denied?
Excerpt:
Tristan hated these goddamn fucking social events. So much so that he
hadn't even bothered to ask what this one was in aid of. It was bad enough that
he had to organize the damn thing never mind attend it. Why he even had to was
beyond him. He was only the CEO of Bailey Airline after all, no one of great
importance. Taking a deep breath he put on his happy facade, huge shit-eating
grin in place, and finally allowed his introduction to be made. Head held high,
Tristan Bailey descended the grand staircase into the ballroom below, every
pair of eyes in the room on him. All he had to do was welcome everyone and
praise the charity. Then he could leave.
As he stepped up onto the podium the crowd cheered. Lights flashed
wildly as the photographers called out his name, vying for attention. Giving
them what they wanted, Tristan kept the fake smile securely in place. He
preened some for their enjoyment and winked at the cougars in attendance in
order to curry their favors. Fuck, he hated that whorish behavior, yet it was
expected of him. Finally getting serious, he addressed the room. "Good
evening, ladies and gentlemen. It is an honor to have you all here tonight on
this special occasion. I do so hope you are ready to spend a ridiculous amount
of money. After all, it is for a good cause." Tristan grinned wider as
everyone clapped.
As the sound of his assistants sweet voice came over his earpiece
Tristan smiled fondly. "Okay, Mr. Bailey, repeat after me." The girl
was a life-saver. His rock.
"When I was asked to host this fundraising event tonight I jumped
at the chance. I mean, who wouldn't want to participate and help out such an
amazing cause?" As the crowd erupted in another round of cheers, Tristan
gripped the ledge on the podium stand. "The AWAN Project was founded in
order to raise awareness and empower wounded warriors. Veterans of wars past.
Men and women who have risked their lives in order to save millions. Without
their aid we may very well be living in a different world right now."
Tristan straightened his spine before inclining his head in the direction of
Mr. Thompson, a veteran of the Vietnam war. "I think it is about time we
recognized this, and in turn do whatever we can in order to repay their
kindness. Their sacrifices. No matter how small." Somewhere toward the
back of the room someone whistled and clapped. "Hopefully tonight's
auction will raise enough money to help those men and women who need it. Don't
be shy now, ladies and gentlemen. It is for a great cause after all."
With another of his world-famous grins Tristan winked at one of the
female reporters before stepping down from the podium. Such fickle people,
fawning and swooning over his money. None of them were truly interested in the
man he was, or the real reasons for this
function in the first place. It was all about the size of a person's bank
account, nothing more, and it was the main reason he hated doing these damn
events. With a sigh, Tristan tucked his left hand into his pants pocket and
made his way across the room to the bar, avoiding all conversation. He only
needed to spend a half hour at the most pretending to be interested, then he
could leave.
Rapping the top of the bar, he called for the barman's attention.
"JD and coke please, and make it a double." Nodding once the barman
went to retrieve the drink, returning quickly with the amber liquid and cold
coke from the fridge. Thanking the younger man,
Tristan walked away from the bar and found a quiet table to sit down at.
Thirty minutes and then he could leave again. That was it, thirty minutes, his
support would be given and witnessed by all. Glancing around the room his eyes
began to roam the crowd of people in attendance. He smiled and nodded when
appropriate, praying that no-one would come to speak to him. He hated this.
Still lacking interest he surveyed the main entrance of the room, and when
Tristan's eyes landed on the tall blond standing by the staircase his heart
stopped. One word came to mind. Mine. A sudden unfamiliar surge of possession
wrecked his body, leaving him shaken. He had to introduce himself. He needed to
know who that was. Rising from his seat, he quickly made his way toward the
beautiful blond.
"Yo, Bailey! How goes it, my man?"
At the sound of his cousin's voice Tristan stilled momentarily. He loved
his cousin, he truly did, but the guy had a habit of getting him into trouble.
The one and only reason he tended to avoid him. "Callum, how are you,
cousin? It's been a while."
With a snort the slightly shorter, dark-haired man replied. "You're
telling me. Two fucking years now. If I didn't know how much of a damn weirdo
you are I would think you were avoiding my ass." Walking over, Callum
grabbed him up in a big bear hug. The guy was huge, and freakishly strong,
always had been. With a laugh, Tristan smacked him on the arm, growling to be
released as the hired photographers for the nights fundraising event started
snapping pictures. It wasn't as if people didn't know who the man embracing him
was. They knew every goddamn detail of Tristan's life. He just preferred to
keep some things private.
"Let me go, asshat. This will be all over the damn internet
tomorrow." Smirking, Tristan nudged his cousin in the back. Callum dropped
him with a laugh, causing Tristan to lose his footing. The grin on the other
man's face said he'd done it on purpose. The fucker. Tristan glared as he
smoothed his jacket back into place before turning in the direction of the
staircase, cursing at the realization that he had lost the blond.
©Amara
Lebel. Siren Publishing, Ltd. 2014.
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Bio:
Amara Lebel is a new author from a small
town in Ireland where she lives with her hubby and gorgeous family. A huge fan
of all things male, and considering that she is a little perverted, she often
found herself lost in her own depraved mind. Fantasizing about steamy scenes of
male love, sensual encounters, and so much more. With a little encouragement
she eventually put pen to paper, and now takes pride in sharing her erotic
stories of forbidden lust and enchanted romance with her fellow depraved
sensualists.
Thank you for having me
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