Just Stay by Aria Grace - Book 4 of the More Than Friends series

More Than Friends #4

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Release date: October 7, 2014

An excerpt of Just Stay, the Spencer and Dylan story:

He’s reaching for his socks but with every inch he pulls forward, the mask of pain on his face gets more intense.
“Here. Let me.” I drop to my knees in front of him and pat my thigh. He puts his foot up so I can pull off one sock then the other.
He stands and starts to unbuckle his belt. I glance away and stand too. “I’ll just give you some privacy.”
As I turn toward the door, his left arm reaches out to me. “Yeah, thanks.” I take a quick peek back as his pants fall to the ground and he’s left in just a pair of Calvin Klein boxer briefs. God, he’s perfect. The hours he spends in the gym have been well spent. Muscles ripple and bulge over every inch of his body.
He looks over his shoulder at his back, straining to see the smeared blood. “This should be fun.”
I turn around and step back to him. “Oh, right. Well, um, I can, you know, help with your back…if you want.”
Dylan’s eyes drop to my crotch and slowly trail up to my face. “Sure, if you don’t mind.”
I silently follow him into the bathroom. He turns on the bath faucet and sets the temperature. Looking down at his boxers then back at me, he steps over the side of the tub and lowers himself into the water, careful to keep his bandages dry. “Ahh, that fucking hurts but it feels good.”
I reach for the bar of soap and unwrap the delicate paper surrounding it. Dipping it in the water with a hand towel, I lather it up. “Lean forward a little.”
Dylan looks deeply into my eyes before scooting forward and resting his cheek on the side of the tub. With gentle strokes, I wash away the streaks of blood on his back and side. When there isn’t anything left on his back, I hold my breath and move the towel to the outside of his bronze bicep.
One eye peeks open and Dylan smiles faintly without stopping me. “I could just fall asleep.”
“Well, I probably can’t lift you out without hurting your shoulder so try to stay awake for another minute.” With much more force, I run the sudsy towel over the front of his torso, stopping about an inch from the waist band of his wet boxers.
As soon as all visible traces of blood are gone, I drain the tub and help my sleepy savior out of it. I pat the drops of water from his glistening skin almost blindly because every time my eyes linger for more than a second or two, I find myself leaning into him. I want to lick the droplets off his body and then soil him again with droplets of my own. But I can’t think that way.
Dylan has dealt with too much in the past eight hours and he just needs rest. “Here, you can wear this.” I hold open the thick robe and ease the arm of his bandaged shoulder into the right hole.
“Thanks.” He turns his back and slides his left arm into the other sleeve. Just as he inches the fabric up his back, his towel drops, pooling around his bare ankles.
I want to turn away but I can’t. After the robe is tightly closed, he turns and just stares at me. His gaze locks on mine and I don’t know if I should kiss him or walk away.
I want to pull the string that’s responsible for hiding his gorgeous body but I take a deep breath and a step back. “I’ll make sure the front desk knows you’re welcome to stay as long as you want.” I fish a business card out of my pocket and drop it on the dresser. “If you need anything, just give me a call. I’ll be on a plane at eight but you can call anytime and I’ll get back to you.”
Dylan just nods without breaking eye contact. “I don’t even know what to say.”
I smile and reach out to give him a half hug on his good side. “I know what to say.” My palm cups the back of his neck and I tilt my forehead down to rest on his. “Thanks for saving my life. I owe you one.”

Choosing Happy: Book 3 of the More Than Friends Series by Aria Grace

Choosing Happy,
Book 3 of the More Than Friends series, is finally released.


This is Steve's story. It can be read as a standalone novel or after reading More Than Friends and Drunk in Love.

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Here is a little excerpt:

It’s just after six and I’m ready to close up but I haven’t seen little duck yet so I organize my shelves one more time and wait for my daily dose of heaven. 

Little duck isn’t actually his name, of course, but since I’ve only spoken to him once, I don’t know what his name is.

And, like clockwork, there he is in a black cashmere sweater and black skinny slacks. His shoulder length hair is so blond it’s almost white and fine enough that I can imagine it tickling me if it brushed against my skin.

He would be a perfect vision if it wasn’t for the uptight prick he’s always walking just a stride behind.

They pass by every weeknight at exactly six ten. Never earlier. Never later. Always the same. If I had to guess, the prick is probably some type A business man that is so regimented, his boy spends a lot of time waiting around for him.

The only time my little duck has ever come to my window was about a month ago. It was three in the afternoon on a Saturday and he was alone, wearing an Oregon Ducks t-shirt. I’ve never seen him in casual clothes before or since, and his carefree smile made an impression.

He’s maybe twenty-three or twenty-four. Only a few years younger than me but I feel like an old man when I look at his porcelain skin and angelic blue eyes. I’ve spent more than a few nights picturing those eyes staring up at me from between my thighs.

But that’ll never happen. He’s very obviously taken, and the only signs I’ve seen that he wants for anything is that deep whiff he takes of the sugar laced air every time he passes my window. I don’t know why they don’t stop more often if the kid wants a damn waffle but it’s not my business.

So, like a ship in the night, my little duck passes by, inhaling deeply as he goes. My ego tries to convince me he's added a glance my way but I know I’m projecting. I want him to look at me and see beyond my tattoos and practically shaved head. To see beyond the scars and the flaws, both physical and emotional.

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Drunk in Love: More Than Friends book 2

The long awaited sequel to More Than Friends. 

Zach and Ryan have a good thing going. After eight blissful months together, they're both ready to take their relationship to the next level. When a romantic weekend away turns into a wild night with Zach's ex, things change forever. An experience they thought they could handle could break them up for good. 

For mature readers. Includes M/M/M 

Steve's story: Choosing Happy (More Than Friends #3) is available on Amazon, iTunes & Nook

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Winter Chill: A First Time Gay Novella

An excerpt from Winter Chill:
I have another movie on my tablet. I think the battery has enough juice for one more if you want to watch it."

"Sure. Why not." I tried to act like it was no big deal, and it really shouldn't have been. I'd watched plenty of porn before. But I was so excited, a tremor ran down my body. I passed it off as a chill. "Is it okay if we watch it in bed? I'm freezing."

Daniel slid in and turned his tablet on. He held the pad on his chest so we could both see the screen. It was a rather tame "Girls Gone Wild" video. I'd seen it before. It didn't do a thing for me. I glanced at Daniel and caught him staring at me instead of the screen.

He said, "Are you into it?"

"Is this what you were watching last night?"

He licked his lips and shook his head. "I thought you'd like this one better."

"I've seen it a dozen times. Can we watch what you had on last night?" I couldn't resist teasing him, just a little. "You seemed to enjoy it."

"Okay. But it's...different. More hard core."

"Hard core is good." 

He wasn't kidding. There was a group of five naked guys sitting in a circle with two naked women on the floor in the middle. The women were in the 69 position and the guys were all jacking off as they watched. My eyes were glued to the screen as my dick filled with blood. Daniel shifted on the bed, pushing his back against the wall. He tucked his left arm under the blankets and set the tablet between us. I glanced at him. He was watching my reaction. I offered a half smile and let my right hand find my growing cock. At first, I just watched with my hand rolling around on the tip of my dick. I didn’t know what was okay in a situation like this so I figured less was more. 

Daniel reached under his pillow and pulled out a couple of condoms. He handed one of them to me. "Here, use this."

"What for?" I was so fucking hard it hurt, but there was no way I was ready for anything requiring condoms.

"To keep the sheets clean." Daniel ripped the wrapper off the other condom with his teeth then slipped both hands beneath the covers to put it on. I wanted to watch him do it, but that was just too weird. The thought of Daniel's hand sliding down his shaft should not be making my cock throb.

My hands shook as I fumbled around under the covers, trying to put my own condom on. I'd done this a couple of times before, but never without being able to see what I was doing and definitely never with an audience. It was always just for practice. I didn't want to look like a total virgin the first time whether I was or not. I'd gone ahead and jacked off into them, no point wasting a perfectly good condom, but this felt more...well...more.

I finally figured out that it was upside down. When I flipped it over, I rolled that baby down my shaft like a pro. I smiled with a mixture of pride and relief. I glanced at Daniel and caught him staring at my crotch. He jerked his head up and shifted his gaze to the orgy on the screen. "Have you ever done this before?"

"What? Jacked off into a condom?"

"Jacked off with a friend." Daniel's gaze dipped to the tented blanket in my lap then back to my face.

"No. Have you?"

He nodded then shrugged. "It's no big deal. It doesn't mean anything."

"I know." I couldn't help noticing that he'd pitched his own tent. "It's not like we're gay or anything."

"Of course not." Daniel's arm moved up and down as he stroked himself under the covers.

My own hand matched his slow, languorous rhythm.  
There was just enough moonlight shining in to cast a dull glow in the room, but having no electronics on except for the battery powered alarm clock on the far side of the room was eerily quiet. I glanced down at the screen of Daniel's tablet. It was blank. The battery had died, but neither of us noticed. Daniel's gaze travelled over my body as he rocked his hips. I wanted to pull the blanket off him so I could watch, but I didn't dare. Instead, I angled my forearm up with every stroke so the blanket slipped lower. When the tip of my red-latex-sheathed cock peeked out, Daniel groaned. 
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