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Z.A. Maxfield

Happily. Ever. After.

Teaser Tuesdays – Jaime Samms

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Let’s Have A big Tuesday Teaser Welcome To my Guest Author, Jaime Samms! 

About Jaime:

I’ve been writing for various
publishers since the fall of 2008, although I’ve been writing for myself far longer. I’m often asked why men? What’s so fascinating about writing stories about men falling in love? It’s never been an easy question to answer. I just always have written stories about men, and as I reached the age where I started to fall in love (and that happened on a fairly regular basis, and not always with men, myself) my characters grew along with me. For a long time, I thought I was pretty odd. 
 
When I discovered the internet, in the form of text chat rooms in university, and that‘s as close an approximation on age as you’re going to get, I realized I was not the only one who had this fascination. There were other writers out there writing the stories I wanted to read, and reading the kind of stories I was writing. Sometime between then and now, an author was born.
 
When I’m not writing, I’m probably reading, and you can find all kinds of opinions (other people call them reviews, but let’s call a spade a spade and acknowledge that I like to spout my opinion) about what I read on Goodreads, at Kuriousity, a manga and yaoi review site, and on my website under the category of “Book Talk”.
 
And here’s her snippet:
Your mission is to guess which Jaime Samms book this comes from, you know the drill. Email me at zamaxfield @ zamaxfield dot com and put Teaser Tuesdays in the subject line. Guess the name of the book and I’ll draw the winner before next Tuesday ——
PS. Last Week’s Twofer winner? Joe! I’ll be getting in touch with your authors!

iStock_000006911745XSmallSo?” ***** spun in front of the full-length mirror in ****’s cramped dorm room. “How do I look?”

“If I say fabulous—”

“Just don’t.” ***** stopped spinning and leaned closer to dab at a smear of eyeliner.

“You sure about the boots, though?” **** asked, still eyeing him.

“The boots, most of all.”

“There are so many buckles.”

“****, love, the buckles are precisely the point.”

“I’m just thinking of…you know…when we get home.”

***** grinned into the mirror, catching the other man’s focused blue gaze. “Relax. I can fuck you with my boots on, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“Can and have,” **** acknowledged with a nod that sent his dishevelled blond locks into his eyes.

“And will again.” ***** turned from the mirror, a devil’s smile on his face. “So? Do I pass inspection?”

“Oh yeah.”

**** planted a serious kiss on him, taking over his *****’s senses with his power. He roved his big hands up *****’s legs, travelling over his leather pants, under the stiff pleats of the short,black leather kilt covering them, to dig them into his ass. ***** groaned, rocking his hips forward under the pressure of ****’s touch. His cock strained in the tight confines of his constricting clothing.

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