TITLE:
Southern Brit
SERIES:
He’s The One – Book 4
AUTHOR:
Marissa Holt
LENGTH:
277 Pages
BLURB: Flynn Henderson has always enjoyed the single life. Hot guys and hookups
with no strings worked perfectly for him…until his best friend, Kace, found
love with his dream man…that’s when Flynn decided to give love and monogamy a
try for himself.
But when Flynn’s first attempt
at a real relationship ends in disaster and his boyfriend abandons him, Flynn
takes drastic measures to ensure his heart is protected and he’s never hurt
again. However, Flynn’s plan is quickly jeopardized when his ex-boyfriend’s
brother, Royal, shows up in Atlanta needing a place to stay.
Royal Maddox,
a UK reality star with a bad reputation, is looking to mend his rocky
relationship with his brother on a visit to the US. After finding his brother
has taken off, Royal becomes intrigued with Flynn while staying with him
temporarily, unaware of Flynn’s true history with his brother.
Temptations and desires
intensify on both sides as Royal re-evaluates what he truly wants before
returning home - possibly the guy his brother deserted…and Flynn devises more
extreme measures to keep the gorgeous Brit from stealing his heart.
It’s all hands on deck as
Flynn’s friends help him navigate the choppy waters of mending a broken heart
and pushing past fears to take a second chance on love…this time with maybe the
one perfect guy meant just for him…before it’s too late.
Southern
Brit is a steamy Second Chance at Love M/M Romance Novel with a guaranteed HEA.
This is Book 4 of He’s the One Series. Can be read as a standalone.
EXCERPT
(Flynn has just returned home with a drunk Royal after going out
to a club.)
I shook his
shoulder. “Wake up! We’re home.”
“Ahh…brilliant…” Royal muttered with his eyes still closed and
opened the car door.
He staggered up the walkway behind me acting drunker
than when we’d left the club.
Once inside, I aimed
him toward the couch. “I think you better go
to sleep.”
I went to my room,
stripped down to my boxers and put on a clean T-shirt, then came back out
expecting Royal to be asleep. Instead, the only thing resting on the couch was
his shirt that he’d apparently shed.
Dammit.
Noises drew me to
the kitchen where I found Royal standing shirtless with his jeans unbuttoned
and partially unzipped as though he’d
started to take them off but never finished.
He fumbled around in
the cabinet and pulled out the brand-new bottle of tequila I’d bought the other day which was now almost empty. “I need a
drinkie.” He opened another cabinet and grabbed a glass.
A drinkie?
I took the glass
from his hand and put it back. “No more drinkies tonight. And you told me you only had three drinks earlier. Over
half this damn bottle is gone.” I pointed at my
tequila with a sneer.
“Ooops.” He chuckled at his fib and backed me against the counter,
his hard body only an inch from mine.
I scanned his
incredible chest and abs down to his open jeans where the dark hair just above
his dick peeked out.
I sucked in a breath
and looked away as a wave of heat spread over me and down to my own dick.
Royal gripped the
counter on either side of me, pinning me against it as he grinned. “You’re so bloody sexy, Flynn. Even when you’re mad.” He pressed
his hard body against mine, causing my knees to almost buckle.
What the hell? Royal
had flipped from angry on the ride home to a mix of silly and flirty all of a
sudden.
“How many drinks did you have at the club?” I asked, only
remembering him drinking the one Marie bought all of us.
“Hmmm….” Royal tapped his rugged jawline humorously as though
trying to recall the number. “Marie bought me one…no…two…or maybe it was
three.” He grinned. “I lost count.”
Dammit Marie.
“Oh…Sawyer bought me one, also.” He smiled. “I like that bloke.”
“Yeah,” I said. “Sawyer is a good bloke, as you put it. Now,
I think it’s time for beddy-bye.”
I didn’t know why I was using words like beddy-bye, maybe because he used drinkie.
Royal chuckled and
backed away, giving me a view of the huge bulge down the leg of his open jeans.
I wanted to grab his zipper and yank it up before a something popped out.
The crazy thing was
normally I loved surprise packages. And Royal’s looked enticing as hell. The long, thick impression in his
jeans all but told me what I’d receive if I dared explore inside. But I’d taken
that damn vow not to open and enjoy any packages…at least for now, and I still held on to that…if only by a
string.
I cursed myself as I
led Royal to the couch and made him stretch out for sleep. Then hurriedly
tossed the sheet over his tempting body so I could bring my racing heartbeat
down to a normal level.
“Don’t get back up,” I commanded.
He chuckled. “Oooh, I like bossy Flynn.”
I rolled my eyes at
him, turned off the lamp and went to the bathroom, then shut the door and
brushed my teeth.
By the time I
finished, exhaustion had set in.
I left the bathroom
quietly, hoping Royal had passed out. All hope died the second I opened my
bedroom door. I gasped.
Royal was in my bed, obviously naked since his jeans and boxers
were on the floor beside him.
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ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
Marissa
was born and raised in the Southeastern, US and currently lives in Atlanta,
Georgia. Along with her passion for
writing, she’s always had a soft spot for hot, sensitive bad boys who are
flawed, yet still yearn for that perfect guy to fall in love with.
When
she’s not at her computer plotting steamy male/male love stories, Marissa is
usally with her boyfriend and their “baby”, a German shepherd named Tyler.
She
also loves spending time with close friends. Her perfect night out is at the
local Mexican restaurant with a pitcher of frozen margaritas, her favorite
drink btw.
Website:
http://marissaholt.com/
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