The high-powered world of fashion modeling and a heavy dose of food porn, this is Genetic Celebrity, the fourth book in the award-winning Genetic Attraction Series. Although the book stands alone, fans of the series will get to revisit Roan, Jake and Em, as well as Tommy “Tick Tock” Riley and Angie “Booky” Edelson, Roan’s assistant and agent, who star in this novel.
Tommy Riley loves cooking and the simple life. But his passion for Angie “Booky” Edelson is anything but simple. Beautiful, ambitious, hard-driving and 10 years older than Tommy, Booky represents all the things Tommy has tried to leave behind. Besides, she only seems to love him for his food! Then Tommy’s boss brings home Shay Shaleen, a pierced, tattooed, androgynous street kid for Booky to turn into a top male model. Tommy sizzles for the beautiful guy but Shay gets caught up in the flattery of a famous fashion designer. Why does Tommy have to fall for two people who can’t love him back? Is there a recipe for blending with genetic celebrities?
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Genetic Celebrity was a CAPA Nomineee in 2012 for Best LGBT Romance
Ms. Lain has totally given us a well thought out and well written novel. I enjoyed the mistakes and the successes of the characters. We meet Booky’s family, which was hysterical, and then we meet Tommy’s family, which was a little intense. We do eventually get to see Roan, Jake and Em from the second book. You probably couldn’t tell but I am a huge fan of Ms. Lain. This is a wonderful series, and I loved all of her twists and turns. I’m only missing two of her books, but every time I read a Tara Lain story I feel I have been given a gift! This story is worth the read with foodgasms and other –gasms.The Romance Studio
Once again Tara Lain has drawn me into a story that I couldn’t put down. The emotional pull grabs you, the hot guys entice you, and the story line keeps you. When hidden desires are disclosed, a relationship starts but this change may close off another budding romance. There is nothing traditional about the relationships that have developed except lots of love which is something Shay has never had and not sure if he trusts it. From start to finish, I had my heart strings tugged as Shay tries to find his way while Tommy and Booky try to figure out how to express the love they have for each other and for Shay.Night Owl Reviews
What an embarrassing few hours. All the kid had to do was raise an eyebrow, and Tommy’s cock stood up and said howdy. He’d spent three hours with Booky and two hours with Shay, and he felt like his damned penis had been doing jumping jacks, warming up, but it never got to play in the big game. It was bouncing around, yelling, “Put me in, coach.” He chuckled. Maybe the problem was his biggest athletic achievement had been in chess. And right now he needed an attack on his queen. He rolled over to the nightstand and pulled out his lube.
A quick squirt. He reached down and pulled the pajama bottoms below his half-hard cock. Just thinking about that guy lying across the hall in the guest bed was turning him on. He sighed, rubbed the lube on his hands, then stopped. What did this all mean? As a young kid he’d shown all the usual interest in little girls, talking them into pulling down their panties and all that. Then in high school he’d discovered guys, but the girl thing never really went away. Which had been good because he could date girls and have sex even while he was lusting after the only guy in the tournament who could beat him in chess.
He’d had the biggest hard-on for Damien. Then on the day that Tommy had finally beaten him with a kingside strategy, Damien had pulled him into a stall in the men’s room and kissed him. Je-sus. Tommy ripped the guy’s pants off and had his big cock in Damien’s ass before he could cry surrender. They’d fucked desperately for fear somebody was going to come into the bathroom. At one point someone had come through the door, and Damien had jumped up on the toilet so no one could see his feet. Tommy stood there sucking Damien’s cock quietly while the visitor peed outside in the urinal. Jeez, that had been fun. Of course, later they’d been discovered by his father while making out in Tommy’s bedroom. Talk about shit hitting fans.
This was the wrong time to think about that. He reached for his cock and paused. Damn, he should call Booky before it got any later and get her over here tomorrow. He looked at his lube-covered hand, then reached for the phone with his dry one. No reason to waste time or lube. He hit the speed dial with his thumb.
He heard the ringing. “Hey, Tommy. What’s up, baby?”
That husky voice vibrated through his ear and dived straight to his cock. He grabbed the dick as it stretched. “Hi, Book. Uh, can you come over tomorrow?” Oh yes, just one little squeeze.
“Sure, what’s going on?”
“Ummm, Roan has a special project for you.” He clicked on to speaker so he could use both hands.
One hand after the other with a twist at the top the way he liked.
“Oh, that’s great.” She sounded happy. His balls liked that. “What’s the project?”
“It’s, uh, uh, kind of a surprise.” Stroke, stroke.
“I love surprises.” He’d like to surprise her. “But come on, bubala, give me a hint.”
“No hints.” Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.
“Tommy Riley, don’t be mean. Tell me.” Oh God, that voice. He pictured the lips the voice was coming from. Had to control his panting.
“No, no, can’t tell. Sorry, Book, have to go. I…uh, have something in the oven.”
“At this hour?”
“Yeah, and it’s getting too hot.”
“Okay, what time shall I come?”
“Come? Oh yes, come. Come at nine thirty for breakfast. Come. Okay?”
“Okay.” She sounded suspicious.
“See you tomorrow.” Stroke, stroke. He clicked off, threw the phone on the bed, rose up on his knees, and got serious. While he was at it, he might as well get off on some more fantasies.
Imagine fucking Shay Shaleen. Those long legs stretched over his pretty head, Tommy hammering his ass. Yesss. And shoving his big, thick dick into Booky. Making her scream his name over and over. Oh, that was so good. Into Shay. Into Booky. Shay. Booky. Fucking them both. Wow. Stroke, stroke, stroke. She-it! Spunk shot out of his dick and landed on the top of the sheets while flashes of heat seared through his balls and into his head.
“Jeez. Yes!” He gasped and took deep breaths. His muscles relaxed. He’d clean the sheets tomorrow. Sleep now. Shay and Booky. I wish.
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