Crawling Into Bed With
Rawiya
And a Good Book
Smooth Like Latte
Important
things first, are these sheets silk or cotton?
Rawiya:
I love the feel of silk. I don’t get luxuries like this often I’ve got kids.
*smiles*
What
are you wearing?
Rawiya:
I’m quite a bore. Silk loungers and a tee shirt. I can only dress sexy for
hubby. *giggles*
What
are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight?
Rawiya:
Ohh I brought my favorite. Caramel and Cheese corn from a Chicago
If
I open this nightstand drawer, what will I find?
Rawiya:
My Kindle, some allergy medicine, cough drops, and tissues. *laughs* In the other drawer you might find some of my
fave toys. *winks*
Do
you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during the
night?
Rawiya:
Roll up like a burrito. Sorry, I love covers around me, makes me feel warm and
safe. Pardon me if I steal the blankets.
Can
I put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up?
Rawiya:
I suppose my hubby won’t mind, this
time! *laughs* Ooh your feet are cold. Would you like to borrow some of my
footies? I have an unworn pair of course. We can play footsie games later on
after we read. *winks*
What
are we reading?
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Naughty Nights Press is proud to announce that Smooth Like Latte, an interracial gay male romance, is
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SMOOTH LIKE LATTE by Rawiya.
Synopsis:
Brendan Walsh is an uptight business executive working for
his father and missing out on real life due to his relentless drive for
success. Fearing his homophobic father’s wrath - and the potential to destroy
his financial future - Brendan hides is true orientation and lives a life of
boring celibacy.
Upon meeting Davori Jenkins when the hunky barista serves
him a latte just the way he likes it, Brendan takes a chance, leaving his
number with the tip in the hopes of changing his future love life.
Will Brendan be able to come clean with his father - risking
his fortune - or will he take a chance at losing a man who he wants as his
future?
Warning: This is an m/m interracial romance. Real romance.
Some sappiness is ahead with two very good looking men who are searching for
that happy ever after ending.
Excerpt:
“Brendan, you must uphold the family name.
Nothing is more important than the Walsh name! Nothing!”
The words of
Brendan Walsh’s father, Alexander, rang true, like a menacing alarm in his head
every single day. Why did he have to
be the son Alexander depended upon most? Could it be because the other Walsh
brother was completely useless?
In his father’s
eyes, Brendan’s older sibling Brian was a disappointment, all because he didn’t
want any part of the Walsh family business. Instead of living off his trust
fund and becoming the successive CEO to the Walsh Financial Corporation, he’d
opted to follow his dream and become a rock musician. That made Alexander
extremely unhappy and because of this, the elder Walsh made changes to his will
which took away his portion of the family fortune. Brian didn’t care, though;
he said no amount of money could bring him true happiness.
Brendan, on the
other hand, did like money and security, but the constant meetings, the
traveling, and all the responsibilities of being the boss had started to wear
thin. He attended college and went straight to graduate school afterward. Then
he became top partner at Walsh. It was a lot of responsibility, but Brendan had
been well groomed by his dad, who was adamant about not wanting his younger son
to become a “useless fuckup.”
“Ugh…” Brendan
restlessly turned over. Opening one eye, he glanced at the clock. Six a.m. Time
to get up and head in to the office to make more money for the Walsh Empire.
Not wanting to move, he groaned, running his fingers through his short, wavy,
brown locks. He’d just gotten his hair cut, and it still felt funny. He’d
allowed it to grow past his shoulders, but that had only prompted Alexander’s
comment that he should “stop looking like a fag.”
“Damn.” If Alexander
only knew. Maybe that was just what the old man needed. To see his son for
exactly what he was – a man in the closet who desperately wanted to come out.
Yeah, that’ll be the day.
Pulling up the
shades, he squinted his eyes into the daylight; the few stragglers out on the
street were probably either coming home from or on their way to work. Or were
they returning from Valentine’s Day parties in the city? A part of Brendan
wished he were doing just that, especially since he’d spent this particular V Day
in his Lake Shore Drive condo, reading and comparing sales figures from the
year before. That wasn’t his job: it was someone else’s, but he’d opted to do
it himself because that employee had someone to go home to and he didn’t.
Truthfully, numbers remained his first love, and he’d never known any other.
While he tried
to read over the latest figures the night prior, his father called to get him
out of his high-rise condo. “Brendan, I’m at the country club with a bunch of
friends. You should come by.”
The last thing
Brendan wanted was to be around his father on the most romantic day of the
year. “No thanks Dad, I’m real busy.”
“Oh c’mon, son,”
Alex slurred his words and cut him off. “There’s some pretty ladies here and
lots of Scotch. You could walk outta here with the next Misses Walsh. Besides,
you need to give me a grandchild.”
Completely
annoyed, Brendan rolled his eyes and sighed. “No thanks, Dad.” He promptly hung
up the phone.
Oh, he’ll get me for that later.
Too bad I can’t be that bold all the time.
“Pfft.”
Dejected, he shook his head and stretched his arms while he strolled slowly to
the bathroom. Flicking on the lights, he winced. The coffee-colored marble
floor was cold on his bare feet. He rubbed his eyes, thinking how nice it would
be to crawl back under the covers and blow off work, but he knew Alexander
would bitch if he didn’t show up.
A hot shower was
what he needed to warm him up and get him into his daily routine. Turning the
small silver knobs, he took off his boxers and stepped in, allowing the hot
water to cascade down his body. He ducked his head under the hot spray and
exhaled, feeling the warm drops hit his scalp. Several ran down his face, both
soothing him and waking him up, as he wanted. In minutes, the sound of whiny
saxophones and soft piano melodies filled the bathroom. Like an alarm, he’d set
smooth jazz music to play while he showered because he loved hearing it when he
woke up.
Brendan wished
there was someone to share these morning moments with him. “Maybe someday, I’ll
get up the nerve.” He rubbed his newly cut hair and leaned against the marble
wall. “When Brendan, fucking when?”
RAWIYA is the more
sensual erotica writer in the BLRawiya duo. Rawiya's first sole author book, Time to
Make the Donuts released in Feb and her first MMF
Living in the Now released in April from NNP. The third book, Smooth Like Latte
is out now. She has several shorts in anthologies, the latest, That
Thing in the STARbooks collection, Tall Dark and Delicious. A lot of
her shorts are also on Every Night Erotica. She blogs
regularly at Wicked Sexy
Writers. For more please visit the Rawiyas blog on Wordpress.
