Today I am so pleased to welcome back Keira Andrews to the blog. Keira has come to talk to us about her latest release, Valor on the Move. She has also brought along a wonderfully dirty excerpt from the book! Please join me in giving Keira big welcome!

 

Thanks so much to Joyfully Jay for having me today to talk about my new m/m contemporary romance: Valor on the Move, a tale of forbidden love between a Secret Service agent and the president’s son.

At 39, the last thing on Shane Kendrick’s mind is developing feelings for his “protectee”: Rafa Castillo, aged 21. But as they spend more and more time together, the two men discover shared interests and a connection that surprises them both.

Today I want to talk about something near and dear to all of our…hearts. Or perhaps somewhere a bit lower. That’s right—masturbation. I’m a fan of the slow burn in romance, and with Rafa and Shane I really wanted to make sure their relationship developed organically. Shane’s a professional, and he wasn’t about to go sneaking off to the Lincoln Bedroom for secret trysts.

But poor Rafa is especially horny, and I wanted to have at least one masturbation scene. I know some readers don’t care for them, but I personally find these scenes really hot. Also revealing. So in this exclusive NSFW excerpt, you’ll get a peek into Rafa and the dirty boy he is beneath his clean cut, preppy exterior.

This takes place the night after Rafa has been very slightly injured during a security incident that turned out to be a false alarm. Hope you enjoy it! And I’d love to know what you think about masturbation scenes in romance in the comments below.


Excerpt

(NSWF, 18+)

With his hand down his boxers that night, Rafa gazed longingly at his laptop. His left hand was bandaged, even though he’d gotten worse scrapes a million times as a kid. At least my right hand wasn’t injured. I’d probably die of blue balls.

But his mother had called for the doctor. It was overkill, but it had still been nice to be worried about, he had to admit. Shane and Alan had apologized again, and Rafa had been relieved his mother wasn’t angry at them. She said she’d rather he got a hundred cuts and bruises than one bullet.

Flexing his left hand with a twinge, he smiled as he thought of Shane examining it. He bit his lip, staring at the computer. Maybe it would be okay, just this once. Maybe he could just watch some porn and jerk off like every other guy in America without having to worry that the White House monitoring staff would notice. Not that they cared, but porn was…well, it was personal. The fact that he was gay was personal. It was just better to keep it completely locked up until he had his freedom back. Besides, nowadays nothing online was safe.

When Adriana’s accounts had been hacked a few years before, along with posting her sexts and half-naked selfies, the gossip sites had gleefully screamed that she visited sites about big black dicks. And knowing his luck, some hacker douchebag would spread the news to TMZ that the president’s son liked to watch twinks get fucked in the ass by hairy daddies.

Because damn, did he like to watch that.

But he’d always been vigilant—it had to be on Ashleigh’s computer. She’d give him alone time when he needed it, and never judged (although sometimes she teased mercilessly). And most of the time he was happy to just jerk off to his fantasies, but tonight that wasn’t working. Well, it was working, but every time he closed his eyes and took his cock in hand, his mind was filled with Shane. The rumble of Shane’s voice, and the weight of him pressing Rafa down. A shiver rippled through him, and he cupped his balls.

He groaned in frustration and opened his eyes.

If he was going to be around Shane for months to come, he absolutely could not use the guy for his spank bank. Not because he had a moral or ethical dilemma—fantasies didn’t hurt anyone—but because he’d likely spontaneously come in his pants the next time Shane so much as brushed against him.

Despite himself, Rafa thought of how Shane’s callused hand had felt on his head as he’d flattened him to the sidewalk. How his breath had been hot against the back of Rafa’s neck, his big body covering him completely. Willing to die for him.

Rafa’s cock twitched, and he gripped it. He knew it was stupid—Shane was willing to die for any asshole he was assigned to protect. It didn’t mean Rafa was special. It didn’t mean Shane cared. It didn’t mean there was anything between them whatsoever. Rafa could have been a Labradoodle—it wouldn’t make a bit of difference to Shane. He needed to nip this crush right in the bud. Adrianna had mooned over one of her first agents so obviously that the poor guy had been reassigned. Rafa could hide it the way he hid everything else, but it would be better to just not crush on the guy at all.

He could still imagine the weight of Shane on top of him, and hear the rumble of his voice in the Suburban after the false alarm. “Did I hurt you?”

Kicking off his boxers, Rafa gave in and spread his legs, reaching for the lube he’d brought out from the bathroom (purchased by Ash, of course). Closing his eyes, he imagined Shane’s warm, comforting touch. In his mind, those rough hands were skimming all over his body now. Shane kissed him, his lips soft compared to the scratch of stubble on Rafa’s skin, and murmured that he’d go slow in that gravelly voice.

But as Rafa pinched his nipples, he wanted it harder. In his mind, he got on his hands and knees. His hair wasn’t tamed with pomade, and Shane ran his hands through it, pulling Rafa’s head back as he bit his shoulder. His stubble sent shivers over Rafa’s skin as he kissed down his spine, and Rafa shoved a slick finger inside himself, imagining it was Shane’s tongue.

Whimpering, he bit back a groan as he fucked himself with another finger. The first time he’d made himself come with just his fingers, it had felt like a miracle—somehow even more intense than when he jerked his dick.

In his mind, he held his cheeks open with Shane’s face buried there, and begged Shane to shove his cock inside. Of course there were no condoms in his fantasies, and when Shane rammed into him, the burn of flesh on flesh heated every pore. Panting, he jerked himself faster, his fingers pistoning in his ass. He imagined Shane heavy behind him, Shane’s hairy thighs and balls slapping against him, his cock like a hot poker.

Rolling over, Rafa went up on his knees, burying his face in his pillow to muffle his cries. It was awkward to get deep into his hole now, so he concentrated on his cock and balls with his other hand, imagining it was Shane touching him. He pulled down the foreskin, teasing the head of his cock. All the while in his mind, Shane pounded his ass, grunting and murmuring a litany of dirty talk about how tight Rafa was, and how he was a cum slut, and Shane was going to fill him up until it gushed out.

With a groan into his pillow, Rafa came, toes curling as his orgasm vibrated through him violently. After a few gasps, Rafa lifted his hand and licked it clean, imagining it was Shane feeding him his own spunk as he filled his body—cum in his ass and in his mouth, hot inside him and salty on his tongue.

Collapsing onto his belly, he swallowed the bitter drops, knowing he was probably a total freak for eating his own jizz. But until he could eat someone else’s, it was all he had. He moaned softly as he wondered what Shane’s would taste like.

I’d kneel at his feet and let him fuck my mouth. Suck him until he came down my throat, his hands pulling my hair. Maybe he’d smile…

As the glow faded, Rafa hurried to the bathroom and cleaned himself, thanking God that Shane wouldn’t be able to read his mind when he saw him again.


Blurb

Valor on the MoveHe’d give his life to protect the president’s son. But he never expected to risk his heart.

Growing up gay in the White House hasn’t been easy for Rafael Castillo. Codenamed “Valor” by the Secret Service, Rafa feels anything but brave as he hides in the closet and tries to stay below the radar in his last year of college. His father’s presidency is almost over, and he just needs to stick to his carefully crafted plan. Once his family’s out of the spotlight, he can be honest with his conservative parents about his sexuality and his dream of being a chef.

It’s definitely not part of Rafa’s plan to get a new Secret Service agent who’s a walking wet dream, but he’s made it this long keeping his desires to himself. Besides, it’s not like Shane Kendrick would even look at him twice if it wasn’t his job.

Shane’s worked his way up through the Secret Service ranks, and while protecting the president’s shy, boring son isn’t his dream White House assignment, it’s an easy enough task since no one pays Rafa much attention. He discovers there’s a vibrant young man beneath the timid public shell, and while he knows Rafa has a crush on him, he assures himself it’s harmless. Shane’s never had room for romance in his life, and he’d certainly never cross that line with a protectee. Keeping Rafa safe at any cost is Shane’s mission.

But as Rafa gets under his skin, will they both put their hearts on the line?


Bio

Keira AndrewsAfter 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, paranormal, and fantasy 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.”


Giveaway

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