Hi! Please welcome my friend and wonderful author, Lex Valentine, to the blog. You may know Lex as a fabulous gay romance author, which is true, but she also writes equally engaging M/F romance. Today, Lex is introducing her re-release, The Pixie Prince, and you can win an e- copy if you have the winning comment. So leave a comment below and a winner will be chosen at random. Lex Valentine’s The Pixie Prince.
Max LeFevre, known to his fans as Max Fever, is on the hunt for a new mattress. Becoming the Pixie Prince means Max has inherited big gold wings that he must keep hidden. But the wings, and his sudden, unexpected sensitivities, have made it impossible for Max to sleep. His mattress leaves him bruised and that’s a bad thing for a guy who makes his living modeling designer underwear. So when the waiter at Max’s favorite restaurant tells him he knows about a special mattress, Max can’t resist trying it.
Bliss Wilde never expected to meet Max in her own club. The fact that he’s there to try out her mattress doesn’t matter. Watching the big golden pixie roll around on her bed sets her libido on fire. When Max turns up later that night, unable to sleep, Bliss invites him to her bed. During the sexual romp that ensues, Bliss and Max discover they are mates. But they both know people for whom bonding has gone wrong, making them cautious about the process. Still, their desire for each other rages high and with Max getting a new mattress, he figures maybe he should break it in with a bonding.
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The limo pulled up at Butcher’s Block, and Max jumped out, holding out his hand for Alexa, who hid behind her sunglasses again. Inside, the hostess led them to their usual table in the corner. A waiter came toward them and set a Manhattan in front of Max and a Pear Martini in front of Alexa.
They both gazed up at him. Young and handsome in a brash sort of way, his eyes twinkled at them with good humor.
Alexa smiled. “Hi, Marty! How are you?”
“I’m still breathing and still not interested in being the undead,” he replied with a grin.
“Good. It’s always better to be a living, breathing being. Trust me on this.” Alexa’s dark head dipped in an emphatic nod.
“She’s like a broken record on that topic today. Good to see ya, Marty.” Max grinned at the waiter.
“Good to see you too, Max. How’s your ass?” Marty’s emerald eyes danced with laughter.
“Worth a couple mil according to the insurance company,” Max quipped. He waved off the menus Marty started to hand him. “Just the usual for us. No surprises. It’s been a long day of shopping.”
Marty started scribbling on a pad. “What did you buy?”
Alexa growled a little, rolling her eyes in true snark fashion. “Nothing. The Prince here couldn’t find a mattress to suit him.”
Marty looked at Max in surprise. “You were shopping for a mattress? Aren’t they all kinda the same?”
Max sighed. No one understood his dilemma. “No. They aren’t all the same. I need something softer than the usual mattress. I just can’t seem to find anything that will work.”
Marty looked thoughtful for a moment; then he said, “Lemme think about that while I turn in your order.”
Alexa blinked, the expression on her face priceless. Max’s lips quirked. Once Marty strode out of earshot they both started laughing.
“That would be the weirdest thing ever, Maxie. Our waiter solving your sleep issue.” Alexa wheezed as she tried to stop laughing.
Taking a deep breath to push the laughter down, Max shook his head and reached for his drink. “I don’t care who solves it, as long as it gets solved.”
“I just don’t get why it’s so important.” Alexa rubbed her finger down the stem of the glass.
Max couldn’t explain it to her in a public place so he made light of the situation. “It’s important because I never get to be on the bottom.”
Alexa choked on her drink. “Max, you’re not even seeing anyone.”
He gave her an arch look. “If I meet someone today, I don’t get to be on the bottom.”
She rolled her eyes and groaned. “You’re incorrigible,” she muttered.
Marty returned with fresh drinks for them. “You know, Max, I may have something different for you to try. I’ll make a phone call and let you know.”
They stared at Marty’s departing back, then stared at each other blankly.
“Now, that’s just weird,” Max said, as he reached for his new Manhattan.
Alex gazed at him thoughtfully, still fiddling with the stem of her martini glass. “This whole thing is weird. I’ve known you five years, Max. You’ve never had an issue with a mattress or sleep in all the time I’ve known you. Why now?”
Max looked around at the crowded restaurant. He couldn’t tell her here. Someone might overhear. “Let’s just say I inherited something that’s causing a problem.”
Alexa’s dark violet eyes narrowed. “Inherited?” she asked softly.
He fidgeted in his seat, which caused her to gaze at him even more suspiciously. “Um, you know that little minivacation I just got back from?”
She gave him a clipped nod.
“Well, I… uh, had to go home. My dad decided to retire.”
Alexa’s perfectly arched brows shot up. “Pixies retire?”
Max fidgeted some more. Ever since he’d gotten the call to come home, he’d wanted to tell Alexa the truth. However, the subject of his heritage made him nervous. He constantly feared blurting out something he shouldn’t in public, only to find it splashed across the tabloids the next day.
“Well, you could call it retiring,” he said in a low voice. “I think the spirits play golf in the Afterworld.”
His best friend’s beautiful eyes widened until her whole face seemed to be all eyes. “Holy shit! Your dad died?” she whispered in shock.
He nodded, looking around the room casually, trying to see if anyone was listening in on their conversation. “Yeah. So I kinda inherited the title and…other crap,” he muttered.
Alexa started to grin. Then she began to chuckle. Finally, she muffled her laughter behind her slender fingers. “Oh my God. You’re the Pixie Prince now!”
“Shh!” Max frowned at her. “I get enough attention as it is without this getting out and making it worse!”
Above her fingers, Alex’s eyes danced with delighted laughter. “Does this mean you have the big golden…?”
He nodded, grimacing. “Yesssss,” he hissed. “And worse than that, now I’ve got a sensitivity to things that never bothered me before.”
“Stuff that didn’t bother you before? Like what?” she asked, setting her glass down. “Mattresses?”
Max knew Alexa well, so he understood she was well aware of the men in the room staring at her nipples. In a very Alexa-like way she pointedly—he chuckled to himself over the pun—ignored them. He shook his head.
“I don’t have a sensitivity to mattresses per se,” he replied guardedly. “Don’t you remember your fairy tales?”
“Which one?” She arched a brow at him, then suddenly must have remembered their conversation in the mattress store. Her eyes widened. “Well, shit. If you’re the Prince and the Pea, how the hell are you ever gonna have sex again?”
He shrugged, resisting the urge to squirm in his seat again. “Why do you think I’m mattress hunting? Nothing is comfortable anymore. I feel everything,” he grumbled, finishing his second Manhattan. “I’m told that the sensitivity wears off. It’s just because the inheritance is new. Eventually, I’ll get used to the big golden…you know…and to feeling like everything is bigger, louder, harder, brighter.”
Alexa sat back in her chair, apparently stunned by his revelation. “So all of your senses are more acute now?”
He nodded, and she smiled slyly at him. “Well, bigger and harder aren’t necessarily a bad thing,” she murmured, smothering laughter.
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