Book 3 of the ‘Fitting
In’ Series. ‘Burning Up’ can be read as a standalone, but does reference
characters from previous books.
Author Name: Silvia Violet
Author Bio:
Silvia Violet writes erotic romance in a
variety of genres including paranormal, contemporary, sci fi, and historical.
She can be found haunting coffee shops looking for the darkest, strongest cup
of coffee she can find. Once equipped with the needed fuel, she can happily sit
for hours pounding away at her laptop. Silvia typically leaves home disguised
as a suburban stay-at-home-mom, and other coffee shop patrons tend to ask her
hilarious questions like "Do you write children's books?" She loves
watching the looks on their faces when they learn what she's actually up to. When
not writing, Silvia enjoys baking sinfully d[elicious treats, exploring new
styles of cooking, and reading to her incorrigible offspring.
Where to find the author:
Publisher: Self-published
Cover Artist: Photo by Dan Skinner,
Cover by Meredith Russell
Blurb(s):
Categories: BDSM, Contemporary,
Menage/Poly, M/M Romance, Firefighters, Romance
Excerpt:
“They’re
watching you again,” Mason spoke in a low voice as he whizzed past Bryce,
carrying drinks to the opposite end of the bar.
“You’re imagining things again.” Ever since
Mason swore that Toby and Matt, who’d become regulars at the bar after Bryce
started working there, were gay and interested in Bryce, he’d been teasing
Bryce about their interest.
Bryce told himself not to look, but he couldn’t
help glancing toward the corner booth where they always preferred to sit before
going back to wiping down the bar. Did they sit there because it gave them a
good view of the bar? Bryce scowled. No way in hell were his hands shaking. No
way in hell was he letting himself get his hopes up. Even if they were gay,
even if they were interested in him, starting something with two guys from work
would be the pinnacle of idiocy. Hell, getting involved with more than one guy
was insane from the start. Just because Mason and his boyfriends had made a
threesome work didn’t make it realistic for Bryce. There was an exception to
every rule.
“You’re wrong,” Bryce said as he passed Mason
on his way to take a customer’s order.
Mason snorted in reply.
Bryce was glad to see the bar was filling up.
He did not need to spend the next hour telling himself not to look at Toby and
Matt. He did plenty of that at the firehouse. Toby’s smile could heat up and
entire room and Bryce never wanted to look away from it, unless it was to
contemplate running his hands through Matt’s wavy brown hair while staring into
his dark eyes.
But if Mason was right and they were gay, maybe
they really were lovers. If so, he had no business approaching them, whether
they were watching him or not. Just because they liked to look didn’t mean they
wanted to play. They didn’t need him fucking up whatever they had going.
Plus, they worked together. They were a team,
with people's lives on the line.
The line at the bar grew long, and Bryce got
busy taking orders, making drinks, and ringing people up at the register. When
things finally slowed down, he needed a bathroom break. As he headed to the
back, he noticed Matt and Toby playing pool with a couple of guys he recognized
as regulars. Toby waved and he waved back, hating the way his pulse
accelerated. What the hell was wrong with him?
He pushed open the door of the restroom but
failed to check his instinct to glance back over his shoulder. Toby’s eyes were
glued to his ass. There was no doubt about it this time. He whirled back around
before their gazes had a chance to meet.
So Toby wasn’t straight. Bryce had to admit
that now. He was gay or at least bi, but he was just appreciating the scenery.
That didn’t mean anything. Bryce appreciated guys’ asses all the time.
When Bryce left the bathroom, Toby and Matt
were leaning in close, talking, arguing actually based on the angry expressions
on their faces. Bryce hurried back to work, glad he didn’t have to decide
whether to speak to them or not. Several minutes later, Toby appeared at the
bar. Mason, the little bastard, wasn’t busy, but he made no move to take Toby’s
order.
“What can I get you?” Bryce asked.
“Just cashing out our tab.” Our? Maybe Toby was
just buying that night.
“Sure.” Bryce looked Toby’s name up in the
register, ran his card, and handed him the receipt to sign.
“Thanks,” Toby said, flashing a smile that made
his eyes twinkle. How was it that he made that single word sound flirtatious?
Bryce was supposed to be the one who flirted, the one in control of a
situation, but despite Toby being so much younger, Bryce ended up flustered
every time they spoke.
Pages or Words: 45,000 Words
Tour Dates/Stops:
23-Feb
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Sales Links:
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/517111
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