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Saturday Sips – Another day for Michael’s Special on TM2!

Posted on: November 24, 2012



Since Michael is having guests, I’m announcing his sale today for him.

At All Romance, Michael’s book is on sale for 1.99!

Go grab a copy of this fluffy mm erotic romance!



Over fifty doesn’t mean too old to find love


London Davies desires a man to take care of and despite the advances of his former lover and partner James, he pushes on to search for another to make him turn in his bachelor badge.


Brandon McFerry has been abused and scarred for the duration of his life. His only saving grace is his talent with the paintbrush. Although he hasn’t made his big break in the industry, he pushes on in hopes that one of his paintings will capture the attention of his obsession: London Davies


This is a romance. The kind that makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside with some hot smexy sex thrown in. An emotional story between two men of different backgrounds searching for the same happy ever after ending!

Chapter Four

Cool breezes hit Brandon’s face as London offered his hand to get out of London’s sports car. His eyes darted from left to right. A mixture of nerves and excitement overtook him.

Brandon nodded, getting up and immediately, his eyes fixated on the large white house with its perfectly manicured hedges and green grass surrounding it.

“Wow,” he mouthed, letting London take him by the hand, leading him to the mansion. “This is beautiful.”

“You like it?”

They travelled up the concrete stairs to the large set of double doors with a stained glass oval window overhead.

“I love it, it’s amazing.”

London opened the door and gestured him inside. “Thank you. It’s a little late so we’ll save the grand tour for after breakfast, hmm?”

Brandon allowed the words to settle in his brain. After breakfast? Was London asking him to stay all night? Of course! After all, it’s nearly one a.m. He couldn’t possibly be talking about taking Brandon home at this late hour.

“Are you okay with that?” London gave him a concerned look.

“Yes… oh, of course. I wasn’t expecting to go home.”

“I hoped not.” London flashed him a wicked grin. “I mean, we had such a good time at the club tonight. We shared a kiss which—” London made the space smaller in between them. He took Brandon’s face into his hands. “I hope we can continue.”

Brandon breaths quickened as well as his pulse. His cock began to strain against the zipper and the goose pimples started to develop on his flesh. “Yes, I hoped the same thing.” He chuckled nervously.

God, I want you.

Brandon wanted London so badly he could taste him. Earlier he’d tempted him, flirting with light kisses and subtle touches. Now, where’d that spunk he had run off to? He needed to continue that, especially now.

Oh yeah, liquid courage.

“Come on, love. Let’s go into my sitting room and have a drink. That’s where the painting I believe that’s yours is stationed. You can confirm whether you did it or not.” He planted a peck on top of Brandon’s head.

Brandon nodded. He lifted his nose slightly, taking in the scents of London, feeling a little dizzy. He would go anywhere with London Davies and not even think about turning him down. Brandon would do whatever it took to get closer to his desired man.

Once they staggered to the last door on the right, London clumsily opened it and led him inside. “Wow, this is—”

London turned on one of the lights. “You like?”

“Yes, I love it.” Despite Brandon’s aloofness, he noticed atop the French doors leading to the yard, sat a beautiful stained glass. “You’re a big fan of those?”

“Yes, I love them. I like how the light hits it and brings out all the vibrant colours. Have a seat.”

“Oh thank you.” He took the space on the couch and continued to take in his surroundings.

I could really get used to this.

Brandon appreciated the beautiful house and even more so the fact it belonged to his desired man. This totally impressed him. Brandon hoped London would want them to be closer.

Sure, it might’ve been slightly wrong to expect such things as London being his man and his provider, but Mr. McFerry had high hopes. He couldn’t deny that London’s fortune attracted him. Did that make him a gold digger? Nope. In his mind, it only made him ambitious. A man who had high standards. That was only part of the reason the artist had been alone for so long.

London plopped down next to him, another bottle of the expensive champagne Brandon had been sipping on in his hand.


The painter’s mind said no to the beverage but his body said yes. He hoped the liquor would only do what it had done earlier—make him slightly flirtatious and only a little dizzy. Brandon wanted to be alert for his talk with London, and if this drink did anything more, that wouldn’t occur.

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