Title: Damaged Goods
Author: Susan Mac Nicol
Series: Men of London #7
Release Date: April 28th 2016
Genre: New Adult MM Contemporary Romance
Touched by tragedy, love is an elusive dream never to be realised by eighteen-year-old Jax Grady–until he discovers his secret admirer and receives the sweetest gift he could ever desire.
THE SWEETEST GIFT
Tragedy and horror shaped Jackson Grady’s life, leaving him orphaned and scarred. At eighteen he’s ready to claim his future, but who could love his disfigured face and damaged soul? Definitely not a big, burly, beautiful Irish Traveller who is entirely the stuff of dreams.
Dare Rowan didn’t mean to become obsessed with the blue-eyed man he first saw across a field, but that porcelain skin and innocent air demanded another meeting. Jax has the face of a wounded angel, and the rest of the young man is as heart-breakingly perfect. Jax is beautiful in every way and teaching him about love and life will be something Dare will embrace. Like unwrapping and savouring the candy at the shop where he works, Dare will show this young man everything Jax desired but never thought he’d have, and take Jax to new highs while he holds him through the lows. Between them, they’ll find out just how sweet life can be.
Jax watched with a dry mouth as Dare moved towards the glass doors at the front of the sitting room. Oh God, it was now or never. He might not get another chance like this one.
Dare stopped and turned back, one eyebrow quirked in question.
“I, uhm, I think I might like guys too.” Jax stammered.
A second eyebrow shot up to meet the other one. “You think?”
Jax scowled at the incredulity in Dare’s tone. “Well, yeah I do, I mean, it seems to be my thing, but I’ve never really—” He was damned if he was going to admit to another man he was a virgin. He flapped a hand vaguely. “You know?”
Dare nodded, looking hesitant. “I guess.”
Jax closed his eyes, feeling mortified. That hadn’t quite gone the way he’d planned it in his head. He sounded like a gormless idiot. Dare’s next words took all his reservations and blew them into the water like a submarine torpedo.
“Are you seeing anyone?” Dare shifted awkwardly, his eyes looking down at the floor.
Dare’s lips curved sinfully. “Yes, you know, like have you got a significant other, male or female if you’re, you know, not sure.”
Jax pulled a face. “No, girls aren’t my thing.”
Dare grinned, his face alight with suppressed mischief. Jax was enchanted. “And you only think you’re attracted to guys? That’s a pretty telling statement right there.”
Jax swallowed. He’d have to level with Dare and risk being laughed at. “I’ve never, you know, had the chance to test any face-to-face theories about liking guys. I only know what happens to me when I watch stuff online. You know, guy stuff.”
His face burned and he closed his aching eyes, not wanting to see any derision reflected on Dare’s face at the fact that he watched gay porn and got turned on. Instead, he got a waft of mint-scented breath on his face, and when he opened his eyes, Dare was right there, gaze searching.
Jax tilted his chin to see better. A soft exhale of air and a sudden hitch in Dare’s breathing signalled Dare had probably taken the gesture as an invitation to kiss him.
“Yes,” Jax whispered, and then warm, soft lips touched his.
He moaned softly and closed his eyes. His fingers unclenched and the poker dropped to the carpet with a plop.
“God,” Dare murmured against his lips. “You’re killing me here.” The kiss grew fiercer and for a moment, Jax thought he might get his first French kiss.
He groaned in disappointment when those lips left his and all he was left with was a dick in his pants that throbbed incessantly and needed release.
“You are worth waiting for,” Dare whispered raggedly as he stepped away.
Read the Men of London series:
COMING SOON ~ HARD CLIMATE (MEN OF LONDON #8)
About the Author
Susan Mac Nicol is a self- confessed bookaholic, an avid watcher of videos of sexy pole dancing men, geek, nerd and in love with her Smartphone. This little treasure is called ‘the boyfriend’ by her long suffering husband, who says if it vibrated, there’d be no need for him. Susan hasn’t had the heart to tell him there’s an app for that…
She is never happier than when sitting in the confines of her living room/study/on a cold station platform scribbling down words and making two men fall in love. She is a romantic at heart and believes that everything happens (for the most part) for a reason. She likes to think of herself as a ‘half full’ kinda gal, although sometimes that philosophy is sorely tested.
Lover of walks in the forest, theatre productions, dabbling her toes in the cold North Sea and the vibrant city of London where you can experience all four seasons in a day , she is a hater of pantomime (so please don’t tar and feather her), duplicitous people, bigotry and self-righteous idiots.
In an ideal world, Susan Mac Nicol would be Queen of England and banish all the bad people to the Never Never Lands of Wherever -Who Cares. As that’s never going to happen, she contents herself with writing her HEA stories and pretending, that just for a little while, good things happen to good people.
Sue is a PAN member of Romance Writers of America and is a member of the Romantic Novelists Association in the UK.