Promoted by the Billionaire - Day #3 Flowers for Him

 

It's my pleasure this week to host the new Total-E-Bound M/M Anthology, Promoted by the Billionaire.

Each day throughout the week I will be introducing you to steamy M/M romances, share excerpts and introduce you to the talented authors who created these erotic tales.

 

***Goodie Alert***

The Promoted by the Billionaire gang is also throwing a little giveaway this week.

Your job is to leave a comment for any or better yet… all the Promoted by the Billionaire authors.

At the end of the week Saturday, April 6,2013 the PBTB crew will chose one lucky commenter.

 

 So don't forget to leave those comments!

 

The lucky winner will receive three eBooks :

1) choice of a back list book from SL Majors,
2) a copy of Marie Sexton's short fairy tale story, Cinder,
3) a copy of The Florentine Treasure, by Rowan Speedwell.

 

Today...

Flowers for Him
by Marie Sexton & Rowan Speedwell

Billionaire Chandler Harrison’s third marriage is now history, and he’s left with his ex-wife’s parting barb, “You have no appreciation of beauty.” Determined to prove her wrong, Chandler hires artist Neil Sweeney to add a mural to his office wall. He doesn’t even care what the picture is, as long as it’s beautiful.
 

Neil Sweeney is an ex-tagger, a free spirit, and a bit of a hippie. He’s never met anybody as uptight as Chandler, but when it comes to warming up Chandler’s cold, stark office, Neil has plans involving more than art.

 Chandler begins to find himself strangely moved by the mural developing on his office wall. He’s especially moved by the artist himself. Chandler has denied his homosexual urges for most of his life, but it isn’t long before Neil begins introducing Chandler to all kinds of new things. As Neil’s masterpiece comes to life, so does Chandler’s appreciation for art, color, and the best kind of beauty of all -- love.

 

 

Excerpt from Flowers for Him

 

I had no explanation for the way it made me feel, watching Neil work. Watching those shapes emerge on the wall. If it was a picture, it was nothing I could identify. Long, strangely curving lines, and yet they called to me. Much as the artist himself called to me. He’d roused something deep in my psyche—a remembrance of things past, gone but never forgotten.

 

The day after that peculiar conversation—why had I let myself talk that much?—I worked all morning as usual, trying to ignore Neil, but by mid-afternoon, I’d grown restless and curious as to what those odd, compelling charcoal shapes were supposed to be. I left my desk to get a better view, crossing the room to stand at the end of the boardroom table.

 

Being closer didn’t help. Not only were the shapes still unidentifiable, but the effect was more pronounced.

 

I watched him sketch the lines on the wall, his hands creating something out of nothing, caressing the coloured blankness into form. His movements were captivating. Almost amorous. I began to notice other things, too. The way his threadbare T-shirt stretched across his shoulders as he reached higher. The way his pants accentuated his backside when he bent forward. The way the tip of his tongue sometimes moistened his lower lip as he focused on his art. Watching him was intoxicating.

 

“Is something wrong?” he asked, suddenly turning to face me.

 

Heat rose quickly in my cheeks. I became aware of the way my heart seemed to be beating too soft and too fast. Of the surprising warmth in my groin.

 

“N-no,” I stumbled. “Nothing’s wrong.”

 

And yet, as he looked at me, I had a feeling he knew what was happening to me. He somehow knew that my palms were beginning to sweat, and that my mouth was going dry. “It’s sensual, isn’t it?”

 

My pulse raced faster, and I had to clear my throat to ask, “Sensual?” My voice caught on the word. Images flashed through my mind—bare skin and bodies entwined. The feeling of flesh against flesh. The way he held his charcoal pencil.

 

He took a step towards me.

 

Then another.

 

“Yeah. Art is a lot like sex. It’s intimate and personal. It’s about being laid bare. About pushing boundaries. It’s about making our senses come alive.” Another step, and I backed up and ran into the boardroom table. “Sensual,” he went on, smiling at me in a way that made me feel like he was a cat and I was a mouse. “In fact, painting always turns me on a bit, you know? Leaves me feeling…” One more step, and he was right in front of me, so close I could see the paint specks on his glasses. I could see that his eyes were green, and even I couldn’t deny what they were telling me.

 

“Feeling how?” My voice was hoarse and husky, and his smile became almost predatory.

 

“Horny as hell, to be honest.” He took the last step, leaving us chest to chest. “Like you.”

 

“No—” I tried to say.

 

But then he kissed me.

 

 

 

 Oh! Now that was juicy.

 

 

 

 

 

Author Marie Sexton

 

 

Marie Sexton lives in Colorado. She’s a fan of just about anything that involves muscular young men piling on top of each other. In particular, she loves the Denver Broncos and enjoys going to the games with her husband. Her imaginary friends often tag along. Marie has one daughter, two cats, and one dog, all of whom seem bent on destroying what remains of her sanity. She loves them anyway.

You can find Marie at

Website: http://mariesexton.net/

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Author Rowan Speedwell

 

Rowan Speedwell avoids dealing with reality as much as possible, but sometimes it finds her no matter how far or fast she runs. She likes angst and drama in books, where they belong, and prefers sunshine, rainbows, and lollipops.

She has not listened to pop music since 1984, when she saw the movie The Terminator and was frightened back into her shell.

Rowan lives east of the sun and west of the moon, with her Cat, Kimball O’Hara ('Supreme Overlord of the Wasted Lands'). She doesn’t believe in telephones or television, although people assure her frequently that they do exist.

  

 

 You can find Rowan at

 

Website:  www.rowanspeedwell.com

Email:      rowan.speedwell@gmail.com



 

Flowers for Him and the rest of the Promoted by the Billionaire Anthology is Available NOW for Pre-order from Total-E-Bound with a release date of April 1,2013.

The general release date to other book retailers for this little gem, is April 29th, 2013.

 

However...if you need your fix now just click on the link to get your copy.

 

 

 

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A big THANKS to Marie and Rowan for sharing Flowers for Him with us today.

Up tomorrow J.P. Bowie.



Cheers,

Nancy