Happy Wednesday! It’s time to Wip It Up! If you aren’t familiar with the WipItUp bloghop, it’s a chance every Wednesday for Authors to share a snippet from a work in progress or a recently released work.
This week I’m sharing another snippet from Becoming Rafe, the next book in my Men of Falcon Pointe M/M DD romance series, which is available for PreOrder and will be released on May 23rd.
This snippet continues on from where last week‘s left off. Rafe accidentally let’s something slip.
“You’re looking better today,” he said, his brogue still there but not as sharp as the night before.
“Yeah. I’m still not sure how he got me back there.” Rafe felt like a bit of an idiot for allowing some strange guy to just lead him to a back room. He could hardly believe his mind had been so filled with lust that he hadn’t even noticed.
“Never let anyone take you to a back room like that unless you know the person well,” Levlin said in a firm tone that did crazy things to Rafe’s insides. He hadn’t felt so horny since puberty hit.
“Right. I won’t.”
“Good. How are you enjoying the party?” Levlin turned and started to walk away. Before he knew it, Rafe was walking beside him.
“So far so good. I’ve never been around so many gay men before. Well, except for last night.”
Levlin nodded. “Ah, yes. It can be a shock at first. Are you recently out, then?”
“Yeah. Like a week ago. So, uh… when did you live here?”
Levlin threw his head back and laughed. It lightened his already gorgeous eyes. “I’ve lived here twice, actually. The first time was when I came here to get my doctorate degree. I also stayed for several months about two years ago, just after Greg got married. I had bought a house and didn’t want to sign another twelve-month lease like my apartment manager insisted on.”
“So you live in town?”
“About thirty minutes north. The house sits on twenty-two acres, and I adore the peace out there. Especially after a full workweek.”
“What do you do?” Rafe couldn’t stop asking questions, partly to keep Levlin talking—his accent was wonderful—and partly because he wanted to know all about him.
“Psychologist. I own my own practice in town. What about you, young Rafe? What are you studying?”
“Just GE stuff right now. Though I’m taking a UFO course that’s pretty cool so far.”
Levlin raised an eyebrow. “You haven’t declared a major yet?”
“Well, no. I’m just a freshman.” As soon as the words left his mouth, he knew he’d made a mistake and felt heat infuse his cheeks. “Uh… I….”
Levlin winked and leaned in. “I won’t tell. But watch yourself. There are a lot of men who would prey on a gorgeous boy like you.” A gorgeous boy? More like a gawky postadolescent.
Men of Falcon Pointe
About This Book
Eighteen-year-old Nephi Norton goes to Falcon Pointe University to find himself. Away from his conservative family, he hopes to discover if his attraction to men is the real deal. Encouraged to be someone a little different, he starts using his middle name. “Rafe” quickly makes friends, some of whom use a paddle to dispense caring discipline, and he lives it up—until midterms hit and he realizes he’s flunking statistics class.
When Scotland native Éigneachán Jackson Levlin offers to help, Rafe is eager to accept—not only because Levlin is a psychologist, but also because he’s out and proud and hot as hell.
As their relationship heats up, Rafe decides to spend one last Christmas with his family before he tells them. When his little sister outs him to his siblings, they turn out to be fully supportive, and he takes heart—until he introduces Levlin to his father, who brutally dismisses both of them. Now Rafe must come to peace with his father’s rejection or risk losing Levlin—and all he has become at Falcon Pointe—forever.
I do love a sexy Scot, don’t you?
And now on with more snippets…