Thursday, May 21, 2015

Suit Yourself











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All Romance


















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

“Nikki Star,” 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.


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Excerpt- Suit Yourself


“Fuck, you look so hot,” Oliver said as he leapt onto the bed and straddled Leslie’s calves. “You

have the perfect arse, you know that? Tight and just waiting for me.”


Leslie shivered, those words

causing goose bumps to form on his over sensitive skin. “It could be the heel-wearing,” he mused.

“I like to exercise my butt muscles when I wear them and dance. They say it’s a good way to tone

up.” A hot body covered his and he closed his eyes in bliss.


“You wear heels?” Oliver’s

tongue licked at his ear. “That is fucking sexy. I love that image.” His voice was husky, full of desire.

“Will you wear them for me one day? Let me fuck you in them?” 


Leslie’s heart filled with joy. He

had a picture of himself on his phone in a corset, hat and heels. He’d have to show it to Oliver one

day and get his engine even more revved up. 


“Oh, God yes,” he exclaimed

as Oliver’s tongue trailed down his shoulder blades and back. He gripped the bed sheets tighter at

the sensation. “I have this pair of red ones you’ll like, and…oh, hell yes…” His voice tailed off in

pure pleasure as Oliver parted his arse cheeks and lapped at his hole. Then the bliss of having

fingers inside him, opening him wide, rendered him speechless. He gyrated and made little

mewling kitten noises as Oliver proceeded to probe his hole, pushing his tongue inside him with

wet, sloppy sounds that made Leslie’s cock throb.


He lost himself in the feeling of

being explored, dominated and well and truly prepped. When he felt the cool dribble of lube at his

hole and between his cheeks he sighed in relief and pushed his backside toward the man currently

taking him to such pleasurable heights. When his hips were pulled up and Oliver’s cock nudged his

entrance, Leslie pushed back and groaned as it sank deep inside him.


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Want to find out more about the book and the characters? Head down to




www.nickystarr.co.uk 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…





Come Join us for 
The

Release Day Event for 

Suit Yourself (Men Of London #3) 
Susan Mac Nicol
Maybe we can coax the one

and only Nicky Starr to join us 


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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 




people.






























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