Join me and over 40 M/M Romance authors as we celebrate our favorite family & found family books!
Whether you enjoy angsty reads or lean toward lighthearted fare, youâll find something in the Family & Found Family event, run by the amazing RJ Scott!
Family can break you, and family can make you whole. In my book Nesting Habits, Phil learns that a rough past doesnât have to define your future. If you love reading about broken men who find love and peace with their family of the heart, youâll be glad you grabbed Nesting Habits.
While youâre there, check out the other booksâyour TBR list might not thank you, but your heart will.
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Nesting Habits
Phil Brask spends his days in the basement of his mentor’s Victorian home, converting legal documents into electronic format. When the pipe feeding the water heater bursts, Lee Redding arrives in the plumberâs truck and draws Phil away from the narrow focus of his computer and camera lens.
Lee gives Phil hope for a life beyond the walls heâs constructed using the nesting habits of migratory birds and dense legal files, a guided tour through a world filled with romance and musicâŚmaybe even family. But thereâs a reason Phil retreated behind those walls, why he panics at a simple touch.
Lee has a good lifeâworking with his uncle and on his motherâs farm, playing bass in a horrible metal band, and hooking up when he pleasesâbut heâs always suspected something was missing. When he meets the hot photographer with the icy-blue eyes, he knows exactly what that something is.
Phil isnât like other guys, but neither is Lee beneath his carefree exterior. Maybe Lee’s the perfect guy to show Phil that everything doesnât have to be done the hard way and “home” isn’t a four-letter word.
Here’s a teaser, from the first sex-in-the-park scene (there are two, btw đ).
Phil took a slow deep breath, and Lee silently begged him not to stop. He didnât much care what Phil had in mind, only that he keep going with it. A moment later, the trembling stopped and that tiny smile appeared at the left corner of Philâs mouth.
The sounds of Leeâs breathing filled up the clearing, loud and ragged. He opened his mouth, but before he could speak, Phil pulled his hand down over Leeâs nipple. Nobody had ever touched him there before, and his nipple was so hard, even that short contact through his shirt almost hurt. The heat of Philâs hand moved up between his pecs and stopped for a moment, over his heart.
He was so glad he worked out as Philâs hand moved across his chest again, then down over his ribs, so slowly it was maddening. Lee sweated and popped Advil regularly, telling himself he pushed too hard so he could take off his shirt on stageâbut heâd never done that. Lee watched Philâs face until that hand made it to his obliques. Phil added his other hand and gripped him just above the waist, and Leeâs eyes fell closed as he moaned. Thoughts of bringing his incline bench out to Portland or maybe trying one of those low-fat diets skated through his mind.
âShhh.â Phil shushed him at the same time he moved one hand to rest against Leeâs stomach. With the other, Phil gripped his waist tighter and kneaded just a bit. When he went on, Philâs voice was a whisper that came from between Leeâs rapidly heating thighs. âWeâre not very far from the trail. Sound travels out here.â
Phil didnât move for what felt like ages. Lee nodded, his eyes still closed, and Phil trailed both palms down over his thighs. They reached his knees, squeezed gently, and then retraced their path back up to the waistband of Leeâs jeans. And then up and under his T-shirt.
Buchanan House
