Hello everyone, I’m Sara York and I want to thank Sue for having me today. Not That Type of Guy is a M/M thriller, available March 1. I’ve included my favorite scene, the one where Trace and Aiden meet. Of course Aiden doesn’t want to admit that he’s...Well you’ll see.
Not That Type of Guy
When CIA assassin Aiden Johnson is trapped between a bathroom wall and a hard man, he chooses the hard man, much to his surprise. Aiden doesn’t want to admit he’s gay, but his first stumble into man love leaves him disoriented, searching for answers and desperate to find the truth. He covers his real desires by dating an ultra hot girl, but it’s the guy sitting a few tables away that draws his attention.
Super nice and attractive Doctor Trace Williams is so special he seems like an angel to Aiden. Their first kiss blows Aiden away. That Trace sees into his soul, even when Aiden is trying to hide everything, pisses him off. Aiden needs Trace in his life, but once Trace finds out the truth about Aiden’s job, will they have any part of their relationship left?
What would you do if your lover ripped apart the very foundation of what you believed?
Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw the maître d’ coming close. He glanced over Jessica’s shoulder. Crap, the table behind her sat empty. His heart and mind warred between wanting to gaze at the guy and knowing he needed to stop thinking about guys that way. Jessica had to be his focus tonight.
For the next five minutes. He paid one hundred percent attention to the beautiful and accomplished woman across from him. It had been easy listening to her talk about life in upstate New York and how she loved the skiing...he should come up for a visit. The beautiful foliage and how lovely the springtime was...he should move there since his job didn’t force him to live in DC.
If Jessica only knew, but she didn’t...no one did. He couldn’t move away from DC, not now. His job at The Company was a secret, like his confused sexual identity. Both were secrets best kept hidden, just like his desire for the man he now stared at over Jessica’s shoulder. Aiden caught himself before he licked his lips. The guy with the runner’s body noticed his observation and lifted his glass while the dude with spiky hair sitting across from him was looking the other way. Heat filled Aiden’s face.
He forced his eyes and his thoughts back on Jessica. The poor girl had no clue what he was thinking. Towards the end of the meal, he excused himself to the bathroom, squashing any sexual thoughts for the lanky man he’d been drooling over all night long.
He couldn’t go on this way. Jessica was an amazing woman with brains and beauty, but he felt nothing for her. Aiden slipped off his jacket, rolled his sleeves up and scooped up a handful of cold water and splashed it on his face.
The voice from behind startled him. “You should stop lying to yourself.”
Aiden stood up quickly, water dripping off his face and stared at the mirror, making eye contact with runner guy standing behind him. The man’s lips were pink, more pink than Chuck’s had been, and Aiden imagined them kissing his nipples. Heat swamped his entire body while his dick prepped for action.
“She may be gorgeous, but she’ll never be able to satisfy you.” The object of his desire moved closer, lifting a hand towards Aiden’s body, but not touching.
Aiden swallowed and fought the urge to lean back and force the man to grasp his butt. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.” His tongue felt too huge for his mouth and the words came out broken and choppy.
“It’s your life buddy; don’t waste it trying to be something you’re not. Here’s my card if you ever...well, you know. My personal number is on the back.”
Aiden spun around. Big mistake. His lips were only inches from the other man’s mouth. The enticing smile and the rich scent of sandalwood and pine drew Aiden in. He wanted to taste this stranger, see if he could be as good as Chuck, but he didn’t have the guts to kiss the guy here in the bathroom at one of the top restaurants in town with Jessica sitting only yards away.
Aiden gasped for breath, and his head swam with heady thoughts of kissing then licking this guy. He felt like all the blood had drained from his upper body to pool in his dick, swelling it up five times larger than normal.
The stranger looked down at Aiden’s crotch and licked his lips. “I would, but I’m here on a date too, and he can come in here looking for me. Best not to cause a scene. He’s an artist type, rather emotional.”
The stranger leaned in quickly and brushed his lips across Aiden’s mouth, then turned and left the bathroom. Aiden had only seconds to step into the back stall, unzip his pants, and shoot his cum into the toilet. He jerked with each shot, thinking about the stranger’s lips and his hands. Holy fuck, the guy hadn’t even touched him, and Aiden had almost shot his jizz in his pants.
I hope you enjoyed the excerpt for Not That Type of Guy. Available March 1 http://www.amazon.com/Sara-York/e/B004Y4IAOQ/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1
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