Apr 6, 2015

ROCK SOLID cover reveal

I can't explain to you guys how excited I am to share the cover of ROCK SOLID with you guys today. It's a little different than my other covers, but I'm so in love with it. Trevor is so sexy and I love how clean the cover looks. Plus, there are tattoos, abs, and a nipple piercing :)

I have a small confession to make...this book is pretty special to me. I think Trevor and Simon's love story might be one of my favorite I've written. I loved watching them fall. My heart went out to Trevor because of his demons. This series will be more similar to Blackcreek, than Broken Pieces but Trevor is dealing with something that is pretty heavy (though it's not a super angsty book). I hope you guys love the cover, blurb and excerpt. I hope you'll love Trevor and Simon's love story even more.

Series: Rock Solid Construction
Release date: April 27th, 2015
Cover Design: X-Potion Designs
Cover Image: jackson photografix
Preorder coming soon

Trevor Dixon has made too many mistakes to count. Sober for thirteen months, he’s determined to do the right thing: rebuild his relationship with his family, and help his brother get Rock Solid Construction off the ground. Failing them again isn’t an option. Too bad the first estimate Trevor goes on alone is for an uptight doctor with a superiority complex.

A hand injury took away the only important thing in Dr. Simon Malone’s life—performing heart surgery. He doesn’t do well with people and has no family, but being a damn good surgeon? He always had that. Now, he doesn’t know who he is. The last thing he wants to deal with is the young construction worker who blows his shot at remodeling Simon’s home.

Trevor and Simon form an unlikely friendship. The more time they spend together, the more Trevor starts wondering if maybe Simon’s not as straight—or uptight—as he thought…and maybe Trevor’s new attraction for Simon runs both ways.

There are too many reasons they shouldn’t be together: they have little in common, their age difference, Trevor needing to focus on his sobriety…yet there’s something about each other that they just can’t shake. They don’t feel so lost when they’re together. But with their footing so unsteady, forming a relationship that’s rock solid seems impossible. There’s blow after blow, and the last one just might be powerful enough to crack their foundation for good.

The lamp beside the bed was on. Trevor laid on his back, fully clothed with an arm slung over his eyes.

It wasn’t the first time he took in how incredibly sexy Trevor was. His T-shirt rode up, showing tanned skin and hard muscles, dark hair that disappeared below his pants.

The tattoo that got Simon hard when before Trevor he'd seen them as mutilating your skin.

His lips that Simon liked to kiss. His facial hair and how it felt against Simon’s skin. Trevor’s face held his youth, except a couple little lines by his eyes where he obviously spent a lot of time squinting in the sun. He needed to wear sunglasses. He looked as young as he was, but it was his eyes that told a different story. His eyes spoke of all the things he had seen.

And suddenly, Simon wanted to take away some of what hid behind Trevor’s closed eyelids. Wanted to take away whatever made him so distant tonight.

But he didn’t ask. Instead he walked over, sat on the edge of the bed, and kissed Trevor’s slightly-parted lips.

He grabbed onto Trevor’s hair because he seemed to like that, and let his tongue dip into Trevor’s opening mouth. Trevor returned the kiss instantly. Simon nipped at Trevor’s lip, let his hand drift down Trevor’s body, but then suddenly, Trevor rolled, pulling Simon with him. His towel came loose when he went.

Now on his knees, Trevor said, “Lie down.”

“This is for you.” Simon wanted to do something to make Trevor feel good, not the other way around.

“It will be,” he replied. “Lie down. On your stomach.” Trevor pressed down on Simon’s back until he went. Then Trevor was there, between Simon’s legs, spreading him wide, his legs, and then the cheeks of his ass.

He couldn’t form a clear thought before… “Oh God…” This was new. This was incredible. Trevor’s tongue brushed back and forth over his asshole. He should stop this. He wanted this to be about Trevor but…his tongue brushed Simon’s hole again, little flicks back and forth before adding more pressure.

Simon pushed back into Trevor, then moved forward. Tongue on his ass, his cock thrusting against the bed. He knew people did this, of course. He’d thought about it himself, but he hadn’t. “Trev…”

“You like this, don’t you? Wanted to do it for a while but didn’t know if it would freak you out.” And then his face was there again, buried between Simon’s cheeks as he licked at him. Simon couldn’t stop himself from fucking the bed, shoving his ass backward, wanting Trevor as close to him as he could get. Little jolts of pleasure shot through him each time Trevor’s tongue brushed over him.

Trevor’s tongue was suddenly gone. “You have such a sexy hole. So tight and hungry for my tongue. I could spend all night eating you.”

Simon looked back to see him stick a finger into his mouth, and then he tensed up as Trevor pushed it inside.

“Relax,” was all Trevor said, and then it was a combination of tongue and finger, the texture of the comforter against his erection.
Trevor’s tongue moved faster. His finger pressed in deeper, touched Simon’s prostate, and rubbed it.

The feeling was too much. Simon tried to hold it off, wanted this to last, wanted Trevor to come first, wanted a whole lot of things, but his dick had something else in mind.

He came in two long spurts, come on his stomach, the blanket, yet he still kept moving, Trevor still kept licking him. “All night,” Trevor whispered. “My mouth and your ass.”

Yes. He wanted that but, it wasn’t all he wanted. As much as it killed him, Simon rolled over, grabbed Trevor to pull Trevor up to him, but he fought Simon. Pausing at Simon’s stomach, he licked the semen there. Simon’s prick jerked, still half hard. Christ, that was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.

“I like eating every bit of you I can. Taste so fucking good,” Trevor said.

Their eyes briefly caught before Trevor turned, something hiding in them. That’s what made Simon reach for him again. Made Simon pull Trevor to him, hands on each side of his face. “What’s wrong?” he asked. “You know I’m here. You can talk to me.”

The words hadn’t been quite as hard as he thought they would be.