Hello everyone! I am so pleased to welcome Keira Andrews to the blog today! Keira is here to talk to us about her new ice skating romance, Cold War, just in time for the Olympics!  I reviewed this one the other day and really enjoyed it! She has also brought a super hot excerpt, and a copy of the book to give away. So please join me in giving Keira a big welcome!


What is it about male figure skaters that makes them so attractive? Is it their:

a)     Tight pants

b)    Athleticism

c)     Artistry

d)    Did I mention the tight pants?

I’m going with all of the above! I’ve been a huge skating fan since the 1988 Olympics in Calgary. I was a kid then, and I loved the sparkly costumes and beautiful routines. But as I got older I discovered a whole new side of skating to love: the hot, hot men.

I’ve always had a soft spot for pairs skaters in particular, since these men tend to be taller and broader, what with having to throw and lift their partners in the air and make it look effortless. Female pairs skaters are teeny tiny, but it still takes a lot of muscle to get them overhead.

I attend skating competitions whenever I can, and two years ago at Skate Canada in Toronto I saw Russian Maxim Trankov in person for the first time. He was wearing tight black leather. Needless to say, it was an extremely enjoyable day! Maxim was the physical inspiration for Misha, one of the stars of my new sports romance Cold War. The physical inspiration for Dev was actor Sendhil Ramamurthy, who is obviously not a figure skater, but is also obviously smokin’ hot.

I can’t wait to watch all the hot men in tight pants take the ice in Sochi this month. While there will probably be less sweaty sex in the locker room than there is at my fictional Olympics in Cold War, a girl can dream, right?

Who’s your favorite hot skater? Can be anyone — past or present. I’d love to know!

An excerpt from Cold War

cold warAfter dinner in the buzzing dining hall, Dev left Bailey—still gossiping, and he had to admit he’d really enjoyed the story about the dressing room diva throwdown after one of the Canadian women cut the other off just before a jump in practice. He returned to the apartment block, and as he walked into the lobby, his heart skipped a beat.

Looking long and lean and utterly fuckable in jeans and a Henley, Misha leaned against the wall near a seating area, tapping at his phone. He glanced up as the door closed behind Dev with a soft thud. When he met Misha’s hungry gaze, Dev’s pulse rocketed. He stopped in his tracks. Should he go over? Should he run to the elevators? Should I slap myself because I’m acting like a teenage girl?

Without a word, Misha turned and headed for the two elevators on the far side of the lobby. He pressed the button.

Dev’s feet moved, and a moment later he stood next to Misha, watching the numbers tick down as one of the elevators neared. There was a foot between them, but Dev could feel an electric heat skittering over his skin. A few other people fell in behind them as they boarded the elevator.

When Dev moved to press the button for his floor, Misha caught his wrist before Dev could raise it. His touch burned, and Dev glanced at him, but his face was impassive. Keeping his gaze forward, Misha raised his other hand and slowly, with purpose, pressed the button for his floor.

Dev’s breath stuttered.

Get off on my floor. Press the button now before it’s too late. Press it. Press it!

Dev watched his floor go by without any regret. Anticipation roared through his body and his heart pounded as he followed Misha off the elevator and down the hall. He held his breath, hoping they wouldn’t run into anyone who knew them. Misha’s teammates were all likely housed nearby, and if they saw them—

But they didn’t, and a moment later they were inside Misha’s room with the door closed. It was identical to Dev’s, but on the opposite side of the building. Dev leaned back against the door. It was dark in the room, but the blind was up, and moonlight cast them in a silvery glow. Misha stood by the far bed near the window, watching Dev silently.

“Your roommate…”

“Gone to dinner with his girlfriend. Spending the night at her hotel.”

“Oh.” Dev was breathing shallowly. “Okay.”

Misha peeled off the Henley and popped the button on his jeans. “Okay,” he repeated.

Dev wanted to lick Misha’s dark nipples and run his hands across his broad chest, down to his cut abs and lower. There was nothing left to say. Pulse thundering, he closed the distance between them and took Misha’s head in his hands. He traced Misha’s lips with his thumb, and Misha opened his mouth and sucked it in slowly.

They kissed deliberately, exploring each other’s mouths, hands roaming until the need was too much and Dev had to be naked. Evidently Misha felt the same, and he tore at Dev’s shirt and ripped it over his head before rubbing their chests together.

Both moaning, they stripped off the rest of their clothes in a fevered rush, kissing and touching and grinding against each other like dogs in heat. Dev was going to get off soon just like that, standing there by the bed, but then Misha broke free and snatched a small bottle of lube off the bedside table. A box of condoms sat there as well, and Dev realized Misha had prepared for this—had waited in the lobby and enticed Dev back to his room.

Dev’s stomach clenched. He wasn’t sure how to feel. Angry? Flattered? Was this all a game? Was he being played? He searched Misha’s gaze and found only heat and longing there, open desire in his parted lips as Misha slicked his long fingers and climbed on the bed.

As Misha moved onto his hands and knees, Dev stared, mesmerized. The lean muscles in Misha’s back and arms gleamed in the moonlight, his thighs flexing as he reached back with his right hand to spread his round ass. His hole exposed, he started fucking himself, a breathy moan escaping his lips. He looked over his shoulder to where Dev stood, frozen.

If this was a game, Dev couldn’t do anything but play.

Copyright © Keira Andrews

Can Dev and Misha put their searing attraction on ice as they go for gold? Find out today in Cold War!


After writing for years yet never really finding the right inspiration, Keira discovered her voice in gay romance, which has become a passion. She writes contemporary, historical, fantasy and paranormal fiction, and—although she loves delicious angst along the way—Keira firmly believes in happy endings. For as Oscar Wilde once said, “The good ended happily, and the bad unhappily. That is what Fiction means.” You can find out more about Keira and her books online at her website, Facebook and Twitter.


Keira has brought a copy of Cold War to give away to one lucky reader. Just leave a comment at the end of the post to enter. The contest ends on Sunday, February 9th at 11:59 pm EST.

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