Book Title: Keep Me On Edge (My Kinky Housemate Book 4)
Author and Publisher: Colette Davison
Cover Artist: Covers by Jo
Release Date: August 30, 2022
Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance
Tropes: Housemates to lovers, found family, hurt/comfort, BDSM
Heat Rating: 4 flames
Length: 75 000 words
It could read as a standalone but it’s best read as part of the series. At the very least, it’s best to read Plaything (book 2) first.
It does not end on a cliffhanger.
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Stefan’s unique skills make him perfect for me, but can they lead to a lasting relationship?
A sleeping disorder means I keep odd hours. During a late-night conversation, Stefan and I discover we’ve got more in common than we thought: a love of chess, family members who have cast us aside, and a mutual attraction.
For the first time in my life, I’m with someone who sees me. I know I could help Stefan let go of the emotional hurt he’s kept trapped inside for years. At the same time, I need him to empower me through pain.
Stefan is used to being strong for everyone. Will he let me in so I can help him navigate a long-awaited reunion, or will he keep his hurt locked inside?
Keep Me On Edge is an mm romance with housemates who become lovers, edging, pain-play, opinionated housemates, absent family members, and dates as eccentric as Stefan’s clothing. It’s the fourth book in the My Kinky Housemate Series, and while it can be enjoyed as a standalone, it’s better to read it as part of the series.
Trigger warnings: mentions of alcoholism and drug use by minor characters, absent parents, and the loss of a parent in the past.
I curse as I step into a deep puddle. Water splashes up my leg. Walking in a park in the dark after heavy rain is a bad idea. I look around as Quinn tugs me to a halt. He lets go of my hand and picks up a sturdy twig from the path’s edge. I realise we’re standing next to a patch of mud beneath the branches of an oak tree. It explains why there’s no grass. Quinn crouches and uses the twig to make marks in the mud. I watch, captivated, as a picture takes shape before my eyes. The moonlight illuminates the peaks and troughs Quinn is creating in the mud. When he eventually stands and steps back, I forget how to breathe.
It’s a simple drawing yet unmistakably of me.
He grins. “When life gives you mud, create art.”
I pull my phone out of my pocket and take two photos, with and without flash. Neither truly conveys how beautiful the drawing is. The one without the flash is too dark to see the entire picture. The one with the flash flattens the mud out and adds streaks of light.
Quinn looks over my shoulder as I flick between the two photos, satisfied with neither.
“It’s supposed to be transient,” he says quietly. “Not everything can be captured. You have to appreciate some things in the moment and then let go.” He nudges my elbow. “Like sex.”
About the Author
Colette’s personal love story began at university, where she met her future husband. An evening of flirting, in the shadow of Lancaster castle, eventually led to a fairytale wedding. She’s enjoying her own ‘happy ever after’ in the north of England with her husband, two beautiful children and her writing.
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