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Like a Lover by Jay Northcote
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Josh has a plan: get through uni
with a good degree and no debts. Focused on his goals, he’s working as an
escort to pay his way. He enjoys the no-strings sex and doesn’t have the time
or inclination for a relationship. Falling in love definitely isn’t part of the
deal—especially not with a client.
with a good degree and no debts. Focused on his goals, he’s working as an
escort to pay his way. He enjoys the no-strings sex and doesn’t have the time
or inclination for a relationship. Falling in love definitely isn’t part of the
deal—especially not with a client.
When Rupert meets Josh in a bar,
he’s smitten on sight. He’s never paid for sex before, but when Josh
propositions him, he can’t resist. He should have known one night would never
be enough. Luckily for him, he has an inheritance to support his addiction to
Josh, because his job in IT wouldn’t cover the cost.
he’s smitten on sight. He’s never paid for sex before, but when Josh
propositions him, he can’t resist. He should have known one night would never
be enough. Luckily for him, he has an inheritance to support his addiction to
Josh, because his job in IT wouldn’t cover the cost.
With each appointment the lines
get increasingly blurred. Something is developing between them that feels more
like a relationship than a business transaction, but they come from different
worlds and to go from client-and-escort to lovers seems impossible. If they
want a future together, Josh and Rupert have a lot to overcome.
get increasingly blurred. Something is developing between them that feels more
like a relationship than a business transaction, but they come from different
worlds and to go from client-and-escort to lovers seems impossible. If they
want a future together, Josh and Rupert have a lot to overcome.
Review: A really sexy follow-up to book one, Helping Hand. I loved the characters and the sex scenes were hot:) an awesome book for a lazy afternoon with a cup of tea and some Cookies.
Excerpt:
“I like your lip ring,” Rupert said. His gaze dropped lower
to Josh’s collarbones. “What are your tattoos of?”
to Josh’s collarbones. “What are your tattoos of?”
“Swallows.” Rupert would just be able to see the wing tips
that showed in this low-necked T-shirt. “Two of them.”
that showed in this low-necked T-shirt. “Two of them.”
“Have you got any other tattoos?”
Josh gave a slow, teasing smile. “Maybe. Do you want me to
show you?”
show you?”
Rupert met his eyes again. There was a flicker of
uncertainty before he answered. “Yes. I’d like that.”
uncertainty before he answered. “Yes. I’d like that.”
Josh turned over the possibilities in his mind. It had been
a long time since he’d had sex for anything other than for money. He usually
saw clients at least three nights a week. They scratched the itch for him, and
he didn’t have the time or inclination to hook up with other guys. He hadn’t
dated since he’d started working as an escort. Josh didn’t like lying about his
job, but most guys didn’t want to date escorts.
a long time since he’d had sex for anything other than for money. He usually
saw clients at least three nights a week. They scratched the itch for him, and
he didn’t have the time or inclination to hook up with other guys. He hadn’t
dated since he’d started working as an escort. Josh didn’t like lying about his
job, but most guys didn’t want to date escorts.
It would be easy to pick Rupert up tonight, though, and have
no-strings sex with him for fun rather than cash. But Josh’s rent was due.
no-strings sex with him for fun rather than cash. But Josh’s rent was due.
“Me too. But it’ll cost you,” he finally said.
Rupert frowned, obvious confusion crossing his features as
he tried to make sense of Josh’s words. “What? I don’t—”
he tried to make sense of Josh’s words. “What? I don’t—”
“You’re hot, and I wish I could do this without asking you
for money. But a client let me down this evening. I have a hotel room booked
and paid for next door, and I need someone to cover the cost for me.” The lie
came smoothly. “I can’t afford to have sex for free tonight.”
for money. But a client let me down this evening. I have a hotel room booked
and paid for next door, and I need someone to cover the cost for me.” The lie
came smoothly. “I can’t afford to have sex for free tonight.”
Rupert’s mouth dropped open. Shock was evident on his face,
but there was something else that was harder to read. His cheeks flooded pink
again and his eyes went dark. “You’re….” His voice came out husky, and he
cleared his throat. “You’re a….”
but there was something else that was harder to read. His cheeks flooded pink
again and his eyes went dark. “You’re….” His voice came out husky, and he
cleared his throat. “You’re a….”
“A sex worker. An escort, to be precise. Hooker, rent boy,
you get the gist. I’m an expensive one too. But my clients think I’m worth the
money.” Josh waited, tension making a muscle tick in his jaw as he forced
himself to stay still and hold Rupert’s gaze. On the occasions he’d tried
picking up clients face-to-face, their reactions had varied. Interest, anger,
excitement, disgust… he’d seen them all. He steeled himself, ready for
rejection.
you get the gist. I’m an expensive one too. But my clients think I’m worth the
money.” Josh waited, tension making a muscle tick in his jaw as he forced
himself to stay still and hold Rupert’s gaze. On the occasions he’d tried
picking up clients face-to-face, their reactions had varied. Interest, anger,
excitement, disgust… he’d seen them all. He steeled himself, ready for
rejection.
Rupert licked his lips. “How much?” he finally asked.
Author
Bio:
Bio:
Jay lives
just outside Bristol in the West of England, with her husband, two children,
and two cats.
just outside Bristol in the West of England, with her husband, two children,
and two cats.
She comes
from a family of writers, but she always used to believe that the gene for
fiction writing had passed her by. She spent years only ever writing emails,
articles, or website content. One day, she decided to try and write a short
story–just to see if she could–and found it rather addictive. She hasn’t
stopped writing since.
from a family of writers, but she always used to believe that the gene for
fiction writing had passed her by. She spent years only ever writing emails,
articles, or website content. One day, she decided to try and write a short
story–just to see if she could–and found it rather addictive. She hasn’t
stopped writing since.
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