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Identity Crisis Averted for More Than Friends #1

If you've been around for a while, you've probably noticed that More Than Friends #1 has been through more than a few covers. I really liked the original but decided it needed a change about a year ago and things have been sideways since. So, I went through several iterations before finally settling on this image above. I feel like this "matches" the other covers a little better so I hope you like it too. 

If you're looking for a skip down memory lane, here are the previous covers.


Hands On Now Available | Book 5 of More Than Friends

I'm so excited that Hands On is finally available. I've been thinking about this story for a year but a few others came first. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I'm always looking for reviewers so if cash is tight and you want a copy, just drop me a line at and ask for a review copy. I'll always help out a fan in need. ;-)

Here's a quick excerpt:

After a quick shower and a power bar, I head over to Ray’s. Heather, the woman that lives below me with her year old daughter, said it’s a quiet spot to shoot some pool or just have a drink. That’s exactly what I need.
When I walk in, I’m surprised how busy it is for seven PM on a Wednesday. Pop music is playing in the background and several groups of people are seated at tables around the place. There are some open high tops but I don’t want to sit alone.
A stool in the middle of the bar seems innocuous enough so I slip onto it and take a look around. This doesn’t look like most of the gay bars I’ve been to but they’re definitely gay-friendly, if the small rainbow flag above the register is any indicator. It’s actually the only indicator.
Most of the patrons are guys but that’s true in most bars. Regardless, I’m not here to pick up anyone. That’s not my style. I’m just here for a drink and to feel like a regular guy again. I’ve missed not having the guys from the band to have a drink with on weekends or after gigs.
By the time I turn back around, the bartender is standing in front of me. “Can I get you something?”
“Tanqueray and Tonic, please.”
He smiles and nods. “You got it.”
With what I hope isn’t taken as anything more than polite curiosity, I watch the kid reach for the bottle from the top shelf. His shirt pulls up slightly, revealing the creamy white skin of his slender hips, peeking out from his dark, tight jeans. The boy looks young—younger than he must be if he’s a pouring drinks, but hot.
I’m still staring when he turns around and pours the liquor into a highball. I slowly let my gaze crawl up his chest to his face. He’s not looking at me so I study his delicate features and streaked blond hair. It’s not too short but you can tell he likes to look good and puts effort into it.
The time he takes is well spent. He’s hot as hell. When I glance at him, his crystal blue eyes are trained on me. I want to look away but I can’t. He winks then hands me the glass. “Here ya go. That’ll be eight bucks.”
I pull out a ten and hand it to the kid. When he tries to give me my change, I just shake my head and take a sip. The citrusy drink is smooth and only briefly reminds me of Finn.
As I nurse my drink, I can’t help but watch the sexy bartender. He has an easy smile and an infectious laugh. He’s clearly liked by all his customers and enjoys chatting them up. Every now and then I catch his eye and he smiles, but then he glances down to my glass to see if I’m ready for a refill. When I finally finish my drink, he’s in front of me before the glass meets the wood.
“Ready for another?” He’s wiping out the inside of a glass as he waits for my answer.
“Um, yeah.” I slide the empty glass to him. “Just one more. I don’t usually drink much on work nights.”
He nods turns to grab the bottle of Tanqueray. “That’s usually a good policy.”
He moves gracefully as he prepares my drink. Since I’ve spent the past thirty minutes watching the poor guy, I’ve noticed he rolls his shoulders and stretches his neck often.
Before he slides my drink to me, I lay down another ten.
He pulls two singles from the register and tries to hand them to me but I just shake my head. “Keep it.”
“Thanks.” He drops them into a jar on the back wall and comes back to me. “I haven’t seen you in before. Just visiting?”
I take a drink before responding. “New to town. I’ve only been in the area for a few months.”
“Cool.” His hand moves to his left shoulder and he rubs circles while nodding slowly. “Where are you from?”
“Colorado.” I watch his hand move from his shoulder to his neck. “You got a kink?”
“Oh, yeah.” He drops his hand self-consciously. “Occupational hazard.”
I look left and right, confused by the comment. “I didn’t realize bartending was so dangerous.”
He gives me another wink. “It can be.”
A guy leans in on my right and places his elbow on the bar beside me, brushing against my back. I bristle at the unexpected contact and lean away.
“Caleb, can you send a couple Cokes to the back when you get a chance?” The man is large with full tattoo sleeves on both arms. He looks like a body builder so I don’t look too closely. If he’s straight, he probably won’t appreciate me checking him out.
“You got it, Steve,” Caleb responds.
Caleb. I like it. He looks like a Caleb.
“Thanks, gorgeous.” The man drops a twenty on the counter and walks away.
I let out a low whistle. “Damn, Cokes are expensive in here.”
He laughs and rings up the drinks then drops the 300% tip in the jar. “He’s a good friend.”
“I see.” If that guy is calling him gorgeous and leaving tips like that, I’m sure he’s more than just a friend.
Caleb gives me smirk that tells me he knows what I’m thinking. I hope my snide comment didn’t sound as petty as it could have.
When Caleb walks away to place the Cokes on a tray, I turn in my stool and look around again. It’s gotten a little busier but I can still see to the billiard tables in the back. The guy, Steve, is playing with a young blond that looks even younger than Caleb. This kid is barely legal. But by the way they watch each other and stop to kiss between almost every shot, it’s clear Steve isn’t interested in Caleb.
When I spin back around, Caleb is taking a picture of two girls holding up pink drinks at the far end of the bar. When he hands the phone back to them, he notices me watching him. His hand moves to his neck and rubs it while he smiles broadly at me. “Do you need anything else?”
My glass is still half full so I can’t use that as an excuse. Besides, I have to work tomorrow and I don’t want to feel like shit all day. “No, thanks. But I can probably help with your neck.” I take a final drink then stand. “I just started working as a massage therapist at Hydrate Day Spa. Come by and I’ll comp a massage.”
Caleb takes the card I hand him and looks at it for a minute before understanding dawns. “Oh, my neck.” He smiles shyly. “Thanks, I might do that.”

Press Release: Hands On Now Available

For immediate release

Los Angeles, California

Latest Book in the “More Than Friends” Gay Romance Series Now Available
Fans of Aria Grace’s sweet and sexy Gay Romance Series “More Than Friends” can now enjoy her fifth and latest addition to the series, “Hands On”.

“Hands On”, like the rest of the “More Than Friends” series, can also be enjoyed as a stand-alone book. As the new guy in town, massage therapist Patton doesn’t know too many people outside of work. He’s ready for a relationship, but knows only too well that he can be too quick to fall for guys who aren’t looking for anything serious. When he meets flirty bartender Caleb, he feels an immediate attraction—but tending bar isn’t Caleb’s only source of income and Patton knows he can’t give his heart to a guy who accepts money for sex. In this sweet and sexy romance, mature readers can learn how Patton and Caleb fight their attraction in order to protect themselves from heartbreak—and what it will take for them to find their way to a happy ending.

Los Angeles born and raised, Aria Grace, the author of the “More Than Friends” series, lives with her husband and two children. Of her latest gay erotic romance, she said: “I'm so excited that Hands On is finally available. I've been thinking about this story for a year but a few others came first. I hope [readers] enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.”



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

More Than Friends #4

Available at Amazon

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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As a way to say thank you to those willing to join my mailing list, I'll be providing free copies of Choosing Happy to all subscribers as of July 12th, 2014. If your email is on my mailing list at midnight on July 12th (Pacific Time), I'll send you a free copy. It's that easy!

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