Hi! I’m so excited that Hearts and Flour is now in Audiobook and getting great reviews. If you’re not familiar with this story, it’s a standalone romance between a guy who just caught his boyfriend cheating on him and is very disillusioned with love who falls for a beautiful cross-dresser. It’s a sexy little book and lots of fun that asks the question can a raw food fanatic find love with a cupcake baker? You can find it in Audio HERE.
Here’s an excerpt —
Micah stashed his bike in the shed behind the house. He couldn’t stop chuckling. Dharmaram would be so happy. Micah fingered the wrapped box in his pocket. The bracelet that rested inside was pure gold and engraved with abstract shapes the salesman had told Micah were dolphins. That sold him, of course. It cost a bundle, but he didn’t care. He loved it. The look on Dharmaram’s face when Micah gave it to him tomorrow would be worth twice the price. He knew it.
At least he was home early tonight, so maybe they could watch a little TV and snuggle. Tomorrow Micah would start prep on the meal in the early afternoon. He wanted to blow it out. Candles and flowers. Good china and silver. Well, he didn’t really have good stuff, but he’d bought a new deep pink tablecloth that would set off his plain white plates and make them special.
He fit his key in the lock and stepped into the kitchen. Funny, the lights were off. Dharmaram usually turned on every light in the house when he got home. Maybe he’d had an extra class to teach this afternoon and hadn’t thought to mention it.
“Merwaor.”
Micah paused and let Furtwangler step onto his shoulder from the top of the refrigerator. He scratched the cat’s chin. “Hi, guy. How you feeling?” Like the glacier for which he was named, at seventeen Furtwangler was slowly disappearing. One of the only good things to come out of Micah’s time with his mother, Furtwangler was still a great cat.
Micah turned on the light and slipped his shoes onto the shoe rack. He pulled the package from his pocket. “Where shall I put this so that our nosy roommate won’t find it, guy? What do you think?”
“Merwaor.”
Micah glanced up at the high glass-front cabinets in the kitchen. Good thought. Dharmaram hated to cook, so if he was left alone he’d never open a cabinet. Just graze in the refrigerator on whatever Micah had left for him.
Holding on to Furtwangler with one hand, Micah stood on tiptoe and opened the top door. He slid the present behind the teapot he used for herb infusions. He really wanted to give the bracelet to Dharmaram tonight, but he’d force himself to wait. It would be more special tomorrow.
He walked through the dark dining room into the living room. No lights. He turned on a low TV-viewing light. “Stay here, guy. We’ll watch some TV, okay?”
The cat slithered off his shoulder to the comfortable, cotton-velour-covered couch, and Micah headed down the hall to the bedroom.
“Umpf.” Micah stopped. “Ohhhhh.” Shit, was that Dharmaram? Had he hurt himself doing his damned backward-bending pose again? He took two more steps.
“Oh, oh, oh!”
What was wrong? Micah ran the last seven steps and threw open the bedroom door in time to see a large bare ass in the air and a very big dick shoving its way into the pink butthole of the guy Micah had just spent five hundred dollars on.
