Book Title: This or That
Cover Artist: Simon
Release Date: June 3,
Genres: Contemporary M/M
Romance; Bi Romance
gay for you, bi-awakening
Themes: Coming out,
forgiveness, acceptance (self, family, friends), trust, friendship
Heat Rating: 3 – 3.5
Length: 54 000 words / 200
It is a standalone story.
The main characters are secondary characters from
another one of my books, Omega Artist (A Cocky Hero Club novel) that takes place later.
Omega Artist is a contemporary M/F romance. Both can be read as standalone
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Sometimes, a kiss can
knock you out faster than a blow to the head, rendering you unable to think
Sometimes, a kiss can knock you out faster than a blow to
the head, rendering you unable to think straight.
When drunken Michael Clayton stole a sloppy kiss in a
Parisian club, he didn’t know that this would mean war. War, as in being taught a lesson by a
shameless cowboy. War, as in being given a taste of his own medicine. War, as in being left
dumbfounded and yearning for more. Blame it on the alcohol, right? Damn, Mike hated the
guy for muddling his assumed straight orientation and raising unwelcome questions.
When noble Troy Hunter stole a revenge kiss from a
despicable hot playboy, he didn’t know that it would be all but forgotten months later.
Landing a gig on a Rio-bound cruise ship, the rising DJ is dazed when Mike strikes back with
a vengeance during their second encounter, fueling his appetite for dominance. Blame it on
the blazing sun, right? Damn, Troy hates the guy for pushing all of his buttons and rubbing
salt in old wounds.
It shouldn’t have happened, but now all bets are off. Their
feelings quickly escalate into something that they aren’t willing to label. It’s easier this way,
until it isn’t… because life’s no cruise and some experiences are life-altering. Between Troy’s
painful past and Mike’s unsettling present, their future together might be short-lived, unless
their insane chemistry compels them to push their limits and each other. So, which is it? This
This or That was previously part of a charity anthology entitled Anyone But You; it was
originally published in early 2021. Since then, I’ve added new content, including a bonus
epilogue! Same enemies-to-lovers storyline. Same hot and sweet characters. More focus on
certain scenes. Discover or rediscover Mike and Troy’s story…
If you’ve read Omega Artist (A Cocky Hero Club novel), this is your chance to see how
it all started for two familiar faces that you only briefly met since This or That is a standalone
It’s impossible to think straight when he’s this close. As
annoying as he is, I can’t let him escape my clutches.
Out of reflex, my palms land on his taut chest and shove
him out of my personal space. I need oxygen, and his presence isn’t helping. Too bad he
doesn’t budge, his daring eyes capturing mine. “You and your…” I stutter and, before he says
something inappropriate, quickly add, “big mouth.”
A moan leaves his smart mouth. Seriously? “You know
what they say…” He shrugs, an amused expression on his conceited face. “Big mouth,
Narrowing my eyes, I can’t help but want to muzzle his
smart mouth and put it to better use. He’s impossible! Who says things like that?
The fucker unsettles me yet again by shooting me a
raunchy once-over, licking his sinful lips. “Stop looking at me like that,” I hiss.
What the hell does he want from me? We’re not quite
touching. His pupils are so dilated that it’s clear, even in the waning sunlight. “Or
Cutting off any chance of response, his commanding lips
mold against mine and his arms circle my waist. I can’t move. Once again, his lips on mine
feel so wrong and, at the same time, so right. The friction of his stubble on my clean-shaven
skin and the dance of his frenzied tongue with my greedy one send me into
Whimpering, I wiggle as if possessed. Going a mile a
minute, my brain is at war with my body, which craves more unprecedented sensations.
The sloppy Parisian kiss the cowboy stole months
ago enticed a hidden desire that has no place in my well-planned life. Worse, our encounter
elicited sensations that I’ve been desperate to recreate in a flurry of one-night stands, but
nothing’s worked so far.
What’s left of my willpower eventually propels me to stop
the mind-boggling tongue action. He needs to accept that I run the show.
The air thickens between us as we huff and puff.
His half-mast eyes are so much darker than they were a
minute ago. Should I keep playing with him? “What’d you do that for?”
“You’re not gonna win at this game, cowboy,” I sneer in a
rushed voice; an expression of my false bravado. “So you think.” Acutely attuned to my
hungry body, one of Hunter’s legs subtly treads closer and he leans into me.
Within seconds, his tongue fills my mouth again.
Shuddering under his touch, my resolve crumbles as the asshat deepens the kiss.
I stiffen when it evolves from bruising to tender,
although our encounter is anything but. My body temperature skyrockets, along with my libido.
Unaware of the all-consuming passion that this kiss
provokes in me, he thrusts his hip against mine, banging my back into the wall. His jean-clad
semi rubs, grazes, and expands against mine that’s desperate for release. I try to pace
myself, but it’s a lost cause.
Overwhelmed by a myriad of toe-curling sensations, my
brain shuts down and allows my ravenous body to do the talking; maybe that’s the kind of
talking Hunter was referring to earlier!
Talk, my ass! No, no, no, keep my ass out of
With that thought in mind, my tempted body is given the
green light to act.
Without warning, I close the gap between us and my
knuckles trace his sculpted abs. At once, his intoxicating scent numbs my consciousness, and
I act on the unthinkable the second his hands snake around my body. And just when I think
the fever has reached its peak, the conniving man betrays me, ditching my waist in favor of
Why can’t you stop? Get a hold of yourself. This is your
game, not his…
Then why does the simple act of his fingers running
through my short hair increase the unbearable pressure building between my legs? I don’t
even give a flying fuck if I come in my pants.
Damn, it’s hot in here!
His urgent mouth devours my expletives and beads of
sweat run down the side of my face, but I’m too far gone to swipe them away. I’m too
blissed out to care. I’m too needy to break the spell quite yet. My senses are on alert. I want
to hate him. I hate to want him. So much…
About the Author
Hope Irving lives in Paris,
France, with her supportive husband and creative teenage daughter. The French indie
author spent a couple of years in Texas, where she earned her MBA. With many friends,
relatives, and readers in the States, the US has a big place in her heart. Although French is
her mother tongue, she chose to write her novels in English because it simply feels right for
her characters. Hope’s suspenseful and complex love stories are modern fairytales that
feature an unconventional Prince Charming and a headstrong heroine. A natural introvert,
she enjoys tormenting her flawed characters with a
hint of darkness and sometimes magical elements. Still, her heart melts when love conquers
all. Her work has been described as
“genre-defying,” “refreshingly unique,” and “an emotional rollercoaster read.”
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