Book Title: BREATHE (London Love book 1)
Cover Artist: Christina
Release Date: May 15,
Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance
Themes: Adult entertainment industry, Heartbreak, Found
Heat Rating: 4
Length: 108 758 words/
It is a standalone
It is Book 1 in the London
A companion novella,
EXHALE, will be released in May as part of the Love is All 4 anthology.
Trigger warning/Author note: This book contains an off-page description of a sexual
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Meet Ryan, aka, Joey Hole, disgraced former adult
entertainer with more issues than he can keep track of. His boyfriend left him for an
Instagram twink with 150K followers, his Mum wants him out of her spare room and then
there’s that idiot at college who just won’t take no for an answer.
Meet Luke. He was once the rich kid who’d just been gifted
his first car, and now he doesn’t even own a bike. He’s also slumming it in a house full of
ungrateful siblings and his first trip to the Food-bank gave him some goddamn emotional
scars. Life is getting better though, and he’s acing it at college, as well as making some
brilliant new friends. Well except for that stuck up twatwaffle Ryan who won’t talk to him
and refuses to like his brilliant social media posts….
The first book in the new London Series. This series
will follow the ups and downs of three couples living extraordinary ordinary London
My headphones blasted music as I walked down the college
corridors towards the on-site gym, where our first session today would cover gentle
workouts for the older generation, a topic I found intriguing. I liked the idea of giving
something back. Not that I had any contact with any of my grandparents. All except for my
maternal grandfather had long departed, and I wasn’t even sure he still lived in the country.
Family could be an unwelcome obligation, but if there was one thing I would fight for to the
death, it was that Olive would never be sent to some goddamn boarding school and would
never, fucking ever be looked after by our parents again. That was like…fuck. I was sweating
just imagining the horror my little sister would go through. In any circumstance, it would
never happen. She had us in her corner now, and we would bloody protect her to the end of
The gym was busy as always, a few people huddled over by
the water dispenser, and there was muffled giggling coming through from the weights room,
where I could see all the girls in our class bent over staring at the phone in Danielle’s hand.
Well, all except Bridget, who stormed out and barged past me without saying hello.
“What did you do to Bridget?” I asked, squeezing down on
the last remaining place on the bench and huffing in disappointment when Danielle pressed
the screen against her chest and glared at me like I’d interrupted something private. I
probably had, but as always, I didn’t have the sense to care.
“You don’t want to see this,” she said, an odd mix of
excited and horrified.
“Why? Is it porn or something?” I didn’t know why I said
these things, but Inez looked like she was about to cry.
The other girl, whose name I momentarily couldn’t
remember, whispered, “Go on, show him.”
It was a shitty thing to do. A shitty thing to show any
human being. Danielle shoved her phone in my face, and right there, filling the entire
screen, someone’s arse was being pounded by one of the thickest dicks I’d ever seen. The
sound was off, but from the way the owner of the arse was shaking, it must have bloody
hurt. Not that the guy attached to the dick seemed to care, letting his thing slide in and out
of the slick hole, which gaped and then clenched before the guy brutally shoved his dick
They were two guys, that was clear. A sculpted stomach
came into view as the bloke on the bottom was flipped over, and a curved dick bounced
against his stomach.
I realised I was blushing, my face flaming in
embarrassment. Not for me, because…it was porn. Gay porn, admittedly, but still porn. I
really wasn’t into this kind of stuff in public, and anyway, who watched porn with a bunch of
“Put that shit away before Mr Greenwood comes in and
has you thrown out. For fuck’s sake, Danielle!”
“You need to watch it to the end,” she insisted, thrusting
the phone back in my face.
“I really don’t want to.” I got up to leave, but Inez grabbed
my arm and pushed me back down.
“You should know,” she said, turning even paler. “I don’t
agree with Danielle showing it, but someone needs to tell him.”
“Tell me what?”
“No, not you. Someone needs to talk to Ryan.”
“For fuck’s sake.” I was in no way a worldly guy, but
“Ladies, I’m sure as a gay man, Ryan knows where to find
gay porn if he feels the need. I’m not going to go tell him that you girls found gay porn on
the big ugly web and feel the need to warn him there are men out there who want to stick
their dick up his arse.”
“Who wants to stick their dick up my arse?”
That was Ryan, thank God, because I didn’t want to explain
this shit on my own.
“The girls found porn on the web, and it’s done something
to their brains.”
I was expecting him to laugh, but instead, he turned around
and left the room.
“What’s going on?” I called after him as Danielle once again
thrust the phone back in my face.
And on the screen was none other than Ryan, sticking his
tongue out with a cheeky wink before swallowing some guy’s dick down his throat.
About the Author
Sophia Soames should be old
enough to know better but has barely grown up. She has been known to fangirl over TV
shows, has fallen in and out of love with more popstars than she dares to remember, and
has a ridiculously high-flying (un-)glamourous real-life job.
Her long-suffering husband
just laughs at her antics. Their children are feral. The Au Pair just sighs.
She lives in a creaky old
house in rural London, although her heart is still in Scandinavia.
Discovering that the stories in
her head make sense when written down has been part of the most hilarious midlife crisis
ever, and she hopes it may long continue.
Find me on social media
@sophiasoames on all platforms
Christina Stern is a
Russian based artist. Quick sketches and portraits drawn in pencil are what she likes to do
the most. Her work can be found on @christinastern on Instagram
Aurelia Morris is a
cover artist, photographer, Photoshop wiz and eternal fangirl. She works in many mediums
under more aliases that she can keep track of.
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