Monday, April 23, 2018

Sexy Excerpt: Accepting the Fall + Giveaway!

I've got another sexy excerpt today, this time for Meg Harding's contemporary M/M romance, Accepting the Fall. This one came out last year, but I'm sure many of us missed it the first time -- I know I did! I'm still not sure how though; look at that cover. BRB, swooning over this hot guy. 😉

Anyway, read on for a sexy little teaser, more info about the book -- and where to buy it -- as well as a giveaway at the bottom of the post!

Accepting the Fall by Meg Harding
Publisher: Oceanside Press (June 8, 2017)
Genre: Contemporary Romance -- M/M

Confronting the past is never easy.

Cole Whitaker is happy. He has the job and boyfriend he always wanted. His heart’s in no danger of being broken, and he can’t ask for more from life. As a kindergarten teacher, he sees it all; however, one troublesome student has him reaching out to the parent, wanting to help. There’s something about Savanah that tugs at his heartstrings.

He never expected her father.

Zander Brooks hasn’t had an easy life, and he’s made some mistakes. Freshly retired from the military and working as a firefighter, Zander thought he’d left Cole in the rearview mirror. He’s not expecting him to appear in St. Petersburg, Florida, of all places, teaching his daughter’s kindergarten class. Suddenly, his biggest mistake is being shoved in his face.
This is Zander’s chance to close a door he’d never fully shut, but time with his former flame might change his mind.

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Accepting the Fall by Meg Harding

“Zander. Zander. Zander.” 
“Already chanting my name. Are you trying to stroke my ego?” The words were spoken against Cole’s collarbone, sending shivers down his spine as Zander’s breath ghosted over him. 
Cole thumped his ankle against Zander’s ass. “I’d like to stroke something, and it’s not your ego. Kiss me dammit.” 
Zander came up then, eyes sparkling with delight and a wide grin making his cheeks dimple and bunch. “So bossy.” He grazed his lips over Cole’s cheekbone. “Here?” 
Cole grabbed both sides of Zander’s face and tugged his head just so. “Here,” he said, and then kissed him. 
He pushed against Zander, raising himself as much as he could to get the best angle. He was determined to take control of the moment. He tangled their tongues, exploring the wet heat of Zander’s mouth, the lingering taste of mint from the gum he’d chewed while paintballing. He found himself relaxing against Zander, letting his full weight drop forward onto him as he tried to get impossibly closer. 
Eventually he had to pull away for air, and he rested their foreheads together, panting right in Zander’s face and ignoring his wrinkled nose. Cole nipped at it, and Zander laughed before taking a step away from the door. Cole clung to him tighter. 
“I’m not going to drop you. If I recall, you offered to stroke something. How about we take this to the bed?” Zander had one arm under his ass and the other around his waist. He kept rhythmically squeezing Cole’s buttcheeks, fingers teasing over the crack of Cole’s pants. 
“Bastard,” whined Cole, dipping to suck at the spot just underneath Zander’s right ear. It had always been one of his most sensitive spots, and the reaction now was no different. Zander’s cock was rock hard in his shorts, straining the fabric, and Cole smirked, grinding down on it as best he could in this position. 
Zander hissed in a sharp breath. “How am I a bastard?” He shoved Cole against a wall, nudging Cole’s chin with his nose till they were mouth to mouth and he could kiss Cole senseless once more. Cole writhed there, rubbing his erection against the firm steel of Zander’s abdomen. Zander moved his hands to Cole’s waist and held him to the wall, pinning him so he couldn’t get the right amount of friction. When Cole was dizzy from lack of oxygen and Zander’s overall presence, Zander pulled away and resumed the trek to the bedroom. Cole lazily rolled his hips as Zander walked, seeking contact any way he could. 
It was a shock to be dropped to the bed. 
Cole glared at Zander, bereft after so much touching. 
That was until Zander grabbed the hem of his shirt and lifted. Cole quickly got with the program then. He reached for his own, but a firm, “No,” from Zander had him freezing. Zander’s shirt came up and over his head, and he tossed it aside. His pecs were lightly furred, the barest dusting of dark curls spread across them. His abdomen rippled. 
Cole’s mouth went dry.

~ Meg Harding

Meg Harding is a sucker for things on four legs and works as a pet sitter when she's not writing. She's an editor and a lover of fanfiction. She enjoys the theatre, concerts, and lazing about in front of the TV. Meg Harding is a graduate of UCF and Anglia Ruskin, with a bachelors in Psych and a masters in publishing. For as long as she can remember, writing has always been her passion, but she had an inability to ever actually finish anything. She’s immensely happy that her inability has fled and looks forward to where her mind will take her next. She’s a sucker for happy endings, the beach, and superheroes. In her dream life she owns a wildlife conservation and is surrounded by puppies. She’s a film buff, voracious reader, and a massive geek.

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Want to finish reading this hot scene -- and, you know, the rest of the book, of course! 😏 You can one-click HERE. Accepting the Fall is also available in KU and print.


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