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Keep Me Like a Promise


With a wedding in the works, Luke and Brent may finally find the peace they need in their lives. Tad is happy with Marissa, and the gym is more successful than ever. Life, once again, is almost too good to be true. 

Claire lives to support those around her and provide them with warmth and love, but a mysterious woman from her past brings back memories she's locked away, hoping never to be visited again. Will the past she’s tried to leave behind catch up to her and destroy her chance at a happy future? 

Carson and Riley find themselves at an impasse. Carson’s newly assigned partner is a young, hot and flirty gay male, which plants seeds of doubt in Riley’s mind. His rash decisions and ultimatum land him in the worst possible scenario. His year has been rough but it's about to get much rougher. 




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Book 4 of the Mile High Romance series. 

Kyle has stayed in an abusive relationship because he doesn't believe he deserves anything better. He hands over his paycheck and his dignity for the sake of keeping the peace. 

Jonathan lives an orderly life of routine and processes. When Seb asks him to look into a case against his ex, he hesitates. Not because he doesn't want to help, but because he's afraid this gentle and broken man might sully the tidy world he needs to function. 

For mature readers.



Excerpt:

The only family I have is my strung out mother and she’s a thousand miles away in some trailer park. I wouldn’t call her for help if my life depended on it. And, right now, it does.
My head is down and my hands are tucked into my pockets when I hear someone call my name. At first, I don’t see anyone but then I realize Seb is waving to me from across the street.
“Hey, Kyle. Wait up.”
Oh god. Of all the people to run into today, this is probably worst-case scenario. Seb is the one who got away. The one I drove away with my stupid comments and nagging about his drinking. I’ve never gotten over him but he left one day without a backward glance. He probably forgot about me the moment he walked away.
We see each other all the time around town but he’s never stopped me to talk.
There’s only one thing he could want to talk about. A few months ago, Bruce and I ran into Seb in a restaurant. He was on a date with some hot blond guy who was clearly important to him. More important to him than I ever was.
Bruce and I had been arguing, and I know Seb overheard some of the hateful things Bruce said. Everyone in that damn restaurant overheard him. He gets loud when he starts drinking and we were several drinks into that evening.
I stand awkwardly on the sidewalk and wait for Seb to make it to me.
“Hey, Kyle. Thanks for waiting.” Seb points to the juice shop behind us. “Do you have a minute to talk?”
“Um, sure.” It’s not like I’ve got anywhere else to be.
Seb opens the door for me and I walk to an open table by the window.
Please let this be about the weather…
Once we’re seated, Seb rolls his shoulders then clasps his hands on the table. “I’ve been meaning to get in touch with you for a while.”
“Why?” Just looking at him brings back all the pain of when he left me. I thought he was it for me. He said as much to me and then he left.
“I owe you an apology and explanation. I left and I assumed you knew why, but I need to know you’re okay.”
“You don’t owe me anything. I’m fine, Seb.” Damn. I can even lie better than I ever have before.
“Are you?” He leans forward and those green eyes pierce right through me. He could always see right into me. “Last time I saw you… Well, that guy you were with was kind of a dick.”
“Well, thanks for your concern, but that’s over.”
“Since when?” He reaches toward me and I flinch at the movement. Seb’s eyes go wide and he pulls his hand back but motions with his fingers for me to turn to the side. “Cuz that cut on your cheek looks pretty fresh.”
I reach up and feel the small scab I didn’t even realize was there. “Oh, I guess that’s from the…”
I catch myself before going into details about last night.
“From what?” Seb has a naturally friendly and open expression but he looks anything but friendly right now. “What happened?”
“It doesn’t matter. What did you want to talk about?” I cross my arms over my chest, hoping to change the subject back to whatever he was so eager to discuss.
“I want to apologize for how I left. I was pissed at myself for losing my temper and hitting you. You didn’t deserve that and it shouldn’t have happened.” He slowly reaches out and puts his hand over mine. “I’m sorry for that. I lost it and I didn’t trust myself to never hurt you again. That’s why I left.”
“You didn’t have to leave,” I whisper. “I didn’t want you to. I never wanted you to leave.”
“I did, Ky.” His hand squeezes mine. “You deserve better than the man I was. That’s why it pissed me off so much when I saw you with that asshole. Please tell me he doesn’t hurt you.”
I turn away, unable to look him in the eye. This is not a conversation I ever expected to have with Seb. Truthfully, I didn’t think he’d ever speak to me again. But here we are, discussing how the best man I ever met left me because he hit me one time when he was drunk.
Now that he’s opened up to me, I can’t hold back the tears. The past day has been one of the most emotional of my life. I’ve managed to hold it all together until now, but I can’t keep everything inside anymore. I might have lasted a few more hours, until I found some privacy at least, if Seb wasn’t so damn sweet.
Now that it’s open, I can’t do anything to close the flood gate of my heart as everything comes gushing out. With a deep sob, I drop my forehead onto our joined hands and have a good cry.
“Fuck, Ky.” Seb slides his chair around the table and holds me against his chest. “What the hell is going on with you?”
It takes several minutes for me to pull myself together enough to even speak. And as much as I want to make up a lie, I can’t. Seb will see right through any story I make up. So I lay it all out, telling him about Bruce and my current situation of being broke and homeless.
“Fuck, Kyle.” Seb slides away from me and runs his hand through his short brown hair. “What happened to you? When you were mine, you weren’t like—”
Seb’s eyes go wide and all color drains from his face. The sudden realization of what he thinks happened to me hits him like a two by four. Gasping, he physically pulls away from me. “I did this to you. It’s my fault you’ve allowed—”
“No, Seb.” I sniffle and wipe my face with a napkin. “Don’t. Don’t blame yourself. This is all me. I just make bad decisions…”
“Starting with me.” His voice is a rough whisper that breaks my heart all over again. He doesn’t deserve any of the blame for my fucked-up choices.
“Seb, listen to me.” I wait for him to finally meet my gaze again. “You were the best thing that ever happened to me. Even though it didn’t last as long as I wanted it to, I wouldn’t give up one minute of the time we had together.”
“Except those last few minutes.” He shakes his head, self-loathing evident in his entire demeanor. “The ones that broke your spirit and made you think you deserved to be treated like shit. Fuck, Kyle, I’m so sorry.”
“Stop it, Seb. Don’t apologize. I wanted to be with Bruce. I guess deep down I knew he wouldn’t ever change but I wanted to try. I wanted him to love me someday. So much so that he’d eventually change who he was. That’s not your doing. I learned that from my mother a long time ago. She brought home loser after loser, letting men smack us around because she thought they loved her. I swore I wouldn’t be like that, but clearly, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.”
“Please don’t say that, Kyle. Don’t accept this as your fate.” He leans forward with both elbows on his thighs. “You’re a good man and you deserve so much better than what you’ve had. Please don’t give up on yourself.”
I fake a smile and try to look confident. “Don’t worry, Seb. I’m not giving up anything.”
I’ve got nothing left to give up on.



Now Available
Trust Me Like a Promise

If you read the debut collaboration between Aria Grace and Kyan Christopher, Break Me Like a Promise, you've already fallen in love with the guys and girls at Sculpt. Their drama continues in Trust Me Like a Promise.

Still reeling from his recent loss, Tad finds himself depending more and more on the sweet and beautiful Marissa. She is there for him in ways he didn't think he'd ever need again and as the two of them spend more time together, Tad is drawn to this woman who helped him in his time of need. He's just not sure if or when he'll be ready to let go of his past in order to find his future. 

Phil is starting over in Cleveland with a new job and over 1300 miles between him and his ex. But now that he's settled into his new job at Sculpt, it's getting harder for him to ignore the urges he feels toward a certain swim coach. But when his ex gives him some unsettling news, will his hopes of finding happiness again be dashed before they even get a chance to start? 

After his run in with Jarrod, Brent finds himself in an uncomfortable working environment. As he and Luke become closer, Jarrod’s seemingly inappropriate crush leads them down a path that someone may not recover from. 









When I'm Lost

by Aria Grace

Book 3 of the Mile High Romance Series (M/M)


Although there are references to When I'm Weak, When I'm Lost can be read as a standalone.

Mike hurt many people in his past. With no other way to make things right, he sets off on a journey to apologize to those he has damaged the most. When he reaches the end of his list and his cash in Denver, he decides to stick around and attempt a new start.

Seb isn't sure he can trust Mike but offers to help the guy out with some projects in his new apartment. They try to deny the chemistry but it's too strong to ignore. Seb wants to find someone who can be his physical match so he can never make the mistake he made with Kyle.

Mike just wants to be found.

Excerpt

I barely have time to inhale my sandwich before Seb’s black Xterra comes barreling up the driveway. He must've been hauling ass to get here so quickly. I unwrap the plastic from the big peanut butter cookie I bought and break off a piece just to keep my hands busy while I wait for him to enter the barn.
The dogs bark at his arrival, but I ignore them. They have plenty of water, so I have some time before I need to take them out individually.
“Hey, this place is pretty cool,” Seb says as he steps inside and checks out Shane’s setup.
“Yeah. Shane did a really good job,” I say, nodding and looking around with pride. I’ve only been here twenty-four hours, but I already feel like I’m making my mark.
“Yeah, he did. So which one is yours?” He points to the pens with a completely straight face. I try to look insulted, but I can't hold it before I grin.
“Mine’s upstairs.” I nod to the open door.
“After you,” he says, gesturing for me to climb the steps first.
I'm about three steps ahead of him before he takes his first step on the staircase, which means his eye level is right at my ass. Good thing I'm wearing clean jeans, I think self-consciously. I just wish they fit a little better. I’ve lost some weight since the last time I went shopping, so everything fits looser than I'd like.
When we step inside the apartment, I turn and point to the sink. “It's right—”
“Oh, you shouldn't have.” Seb breaks off a piece of my cookie and pops it in his mouth. “Mmm, but I'm glad you did. Peanut butter is my favorite.”
My mouth is gaping. I don't even know what to say. He winks and walks toward the sink. The bucket I’ve set out is almost full but not quite. He lifts up a small toolbox and starts digging through it. “Give me five minutes and I'll have this taken care of.”
I stare wordlessly and sit at the little dinette.
After a few minutes of just staring, I feel a little guilty. “Can I help or get you anything?”
“Nope.” Seb has taken the top of the faucet completely off and has little pieces everywhere, but it seems like he knows what he's doing. Within a few minutes, it's all back together without any extra pieces. Pretty impressive, actually.
“That should do it.” He turns the water on and then turns it all the way off. No drip. He turns it on halfway and then off. Still no drip. He does this a few more times before I realize he's actually playing the song Staying Alive with the water flow. I have to laugh.
“Do I need to get the bucket again? You’re wasting water.”
He finally turns off the water and chuckles. “What’s your deal with buckets? What are you gonna do with that? Flush the toilet or something?”
I give him a serious look. “Yeah, I plan to. I'm from Arizona. We have droughts. You don't just waste water like that.”
“Arizona?” He leans back against the counter and crosses his ankles. “What does a guy like you do out in Arizona?”
“Get into trouble,” I say half joking, half not.
“So I’ve heard,” he says quietly then turns to pack up his tools.
It takes me a minute to realize I should offer to pay him. I have some cash, but I spent most of it on groceries and some work gloves like Shane's, which I didn't want to put on his business account. So I don't have much, but maybe he didn't come here for cash.
I bite my lip and wander to the couch, pacing in front of it for a minute and trying to decide what I should do. I've never had to sell my ass before. I don't plan to start now, especially since I have a real job and an actual home, but if Seb came here with the expectation that something was gonna happen…
Fuck! I don't know what to do.
“Okay, well, I'm just about done here. Is there anything else you need help with while I’ve got my tools?” Seb walks over to me with his box in his hand.
“No… Not that I can think of.” I take a look around the room. “It's actually in pretty good shape.”
“Okay, then.” He seems to be stalling. What is he stalling for? Is he waiting for me to make a move?
I have to at least offer him something. Whether or not he accepts is up to him. “So what do I owe you?” I ask, nervous he's going to ask for more than I can give.
His eyes go wide and he shakes his head. “Nothing at all. I'm happy to help.”
“Oh, so do you want to stay for a little while?” I ask. “I don't have much, but I picked up some sodas and chips.”
He smiles and takes a step toward the door. “Thanks, but I should probably get going. I’ve got to work tonight.”
“Right, of course.” Then I do what I always do—the wrong thing. I reach for his shoulder to stop him.
“Hey, Seb, if you wanted something else, like, as payment, I guess I would be open to that.”
Seb squints at me with his nose scrunched up. Then his eyes go wide. “Are you seriously offering up a blow job or something?”
I avert my gaze, focusing on my hand instead of his eyes. “Well… I guess, if that's what you want.”
He pulls his shoulder out from beneath my hand. “No, I was just trying to be nice, kid. That's definitely not what I want. You take care of yourself.” He turns and takes the stairs two at a time until he's out of the barn. I hear his car door slam and tires spinning on the gravel as he drives away.

I’m not sure if I offended him or just disgusted him. Either way, I basically just told him I’m a whore.  



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