AMARA LEBEL
DENIAL
(The
Unrequited Trilogy #1)
Tristan
Bailey is a man who never takes no for an answer in anything he does or wants.
Life treats him good as the CEO of his own airline, and one of New York's
finest bachelors. Men and women alike fall at his feet, the world opens to him
without complaint. There isn't much he desires. Until he lays eyes on Joshua,
that is.
Death
has become a living nightmare for Joshua Malone. No matter what he does, a past
riveted with pain and destruction follows him and forces him to make life
decisions he would rather not. Josh never wanted to be reminded of the
heartache that loving someone could bring, but he finds himself struggling to
deny Tristan's advances.
Two
different worlds collide in a heated meeting of longing and lust. Can the inner
fears of one be laid to rest by the newfound love for the other, or will they
both be denied?
Story Excerpt:
Tristan hated these goddamn fucking social
events. So much so that he hadn't even bothered to ask what this one was in aid
of. It was bad enough that he had to organize the damn thing never mind attend
it. Why he even had to was beyond him. He was only the CEO of Bailey Airline
after all, no one of great importance. Taking a deep breath he put on his happy
facade, huge shit-eating grin in place, and finally allowed his introduction to
be made. Head held high, Tristan Bailey descended the grand staircase into the
ballroom below, every pair of eyes in the room on him. All he had to do was
welcome everyone and praise the charity. Then he could leave.
As he stepped up onto the podium the crowd
cheered. Lights flashed wildly as the photographers called out his name, vying
for attention. Giving them what they wanted, Tristan kept the fake smile
securely in place. He preened some for their enjoyment and winked at the
cougars in attendance in order to curry their favors. Fuck, he hated that
whorish behavior, yet it was expected of him. Finally getting serious, he
addressed the room. "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. It is an honor to
have you all here tonight on this special occasion. I do so hope you are ready
to spend a ridiculous amount of money. After all, it is for a good cause."
Tristan grinned wider as everyone clapped.
As the sound of his assistants sweet voice
came over his earpiece Tristan smiled fondly. "Okay, Mr. Bailey, repeat
after me." The girl was a life-saver. His rock.
"When I was asked to host this
fundraising event tonight I jumped at the chance. I mean, who wouldn't want to
participate and help out such an amazing cause?" As the crowd erupted in
another round of cheers, Tristan gripped the ledge on the podium stand.
"The AWAN Project was founded in order to raise awareness and empower
wounded warriors. Veterans of wars past. Men and women who have risked their
lives in order to save millions. Without their aid we may very well be living
in a different world right now." Tristan straightened his spine before
inclining his head in the direction of Mr. Thompson, a veteran of the Vietnam
war. "I think it is about time we recognized this, and in turn do whatever
we can in order to repay their kindness. Their sacrifices. No matter how
small." Somewhere toward the back of the room someone whistled and
clapped. "Hopefully tonight's auction will raise enough money to help
those men and women who need it. Don't be shy now, ladies and gentlemen. It is
for a great cause after all."
With another of his world-famous grins
Tristan winked at one of the female reporters before stepping down from the
podium. Such fickle people, fawning and swooning over his money. None of them
were truly interested in the man he was, or the real reasons for this function in the first place.
It was all about the size of a person's bank account, nothing more, and it was
the main reason he hated doing these damn events. With a sigh, Tristan tucked
his left hand into his pants pocket and made his way across the room to the
bar, avoiding all conversation. He only needed to spend a half hour at the most
pretending to be interested, then he could leave.
Rapping the top of the bar, he called for
the barman's attention. "JD and coke please, and make it a double."
Nodding once the barman went to retrieve the drink, returning quickly with the
amber liquid and cold coke from the fridge. Thanking the younger man, Tristan walked away from the bar and found a
quiet table to sit down at. Thirty minutes and then he could leave again. That
was it, thirty minutes, his support would be given and witnessed by all.
Glancing around the room his eyes began to roam the crowd of people in
attendance. He smiled and nodded when appropriate, praying that no-one would
come to speak to him. He hated this. Still lacking interest he surveyed the
main entrance of the room, and when Tristan's eyes landed on the tall blond
standing by the staircase his heart stopped. One word came to mind. Mine. A
sudden unfamiliar surge of possession wrecked his body, leaving him shaken. He
had to introduce himself. He needed to know who that was. Rising from his seat,
he quickly made his way toward the beautiful blond.
"Yo, Bailey! How goes it, my
man?"
At the sound of his cousin's voice Tristan
stilled momentarily. He loved his cousin, he truly did, but the guy had a habit
of getting him into trouble. The one and only reason he tended to avoid him.
"Callum, how are you, cousin? It's been a while."
With a snort the slightly shorter,
dark-haired man replied. "You're telling me. Two fucking years now. If I
didn't know how much of a damn weirdo you are I would think you were avoiding
my ass." Walking over, Callum grabbed him up in a big bear hug. The guy
was huge, and freakishly strong, always had been. With a laugh, Tristan smacked
him on the arm, growling to be released as the hired photographers for the
nights fundraising event started snapping pictures. It wasn't as if people
didn't know who the man embracing him was. They knew every goddamn detail of
Tristan's life. He just preferred to keep some things private.
"Let me go, asshat. This will be all
over the damn internet tomorrow." Smirking, Tristan nudged his cousin in
the back. Callum dropped him with a laugh, causing Tristan to lose his footing.
The grin on the other man's face said he'd done it on purpose. The fucker.
Tristan glared as he smoothed his jacket back into place before turning in the
direction of the staircase, cursing at the realization that he had lost the
blond.
©Amara
Lebel. Siren Publishing, Ltd. 2014.
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BETRAYAL
(The
Unrequited Trilogy #2)
Following
the difficult trials leading to their newfound relationship, Tristan and Joshua
thought things would get easier. They had fought their dark pasts together, and
made a vow to never allow them to control their lives again.
Now
a whole new kind of complication has arrived to test their loyalty and trust. A
sexy complication in the form of Logan Mclean.
Lust,
lies and emotions run rampant as the Scottish businessman wedges himself
between the lovers. Have Tristan and Joshua truly laid the ghosts of their
pasts to rest, or will they allow another’s desires to ruin everything? For in
this ever growing world of emotion, one step can lead to either complete
happiness, or an ultimate betrayal.
Story Excerpt
It
had been over two weeks since Tristan Bailey had flown down to Ohio to retrieve
his man. A fortnight spent in his arms, naked and sweating. Joshua was
insatiable. He left Tristan weak and breathless each and every time they had
sex. The man knew how to make him beg, groan and cry out in pleasure. Joshua
Malone was a demon, his wicked mouth, talented hands, and beautiful cock all
used to fry Tristan’s brain cells and turn him into a needy puddle of lust.
Damn, the things that man had done to him. Half of it should be illegal, yet
Tristan could not get enough! Joshua was an addiction.
Why, just this morning the sexy bastard
had introduced him to his brand-new favorite game, “Dirty Would-You-Rather.”
Who knew that depraving a childhood game could be so much fun? Each question
asked had led to some serious admissions of dark fantasies, which led to hot
and heavy fondling, which eventually led to a few rounds of
who-can-fuck-the-hardest! Tristan groaned internally at the memory of Joshua
bent over the edge of the bed, pert ass in the air as he fisted the lush rug,
desperately trying to keep himself steady as Tristan fucked that gorgeously
tight ass of his.
“Mr. Bailey?” Skye’s sugary voice pulled
him from his sordid thoughts. The expression on her beautiful face telling him
she was not amused. “What do you think about Mr. Mclean’s proposal?” She
motioned across the table with her eyes, the threat of a slow death in them
obvious. What was she so annoyed about?
With a frown, Tristan turned back toward
the man in question. He was staring at him with an amused glint in his eyes.
“Are ye back with us, Tristan?” The rough Scottish brogue went straight to his
groin, stirring emotions in him that Tristan easily ignored. The guy was
good-looking. Tall, dark and mysterious with wavy chestnut hair and green eyes.
He had broad shoulders and a tight body which was emphasized by the cut of his
grey suit, the wry smirk on his luscious lips alluring. Normally Tristan would
have been all about seducing the gorgeous Scot, but now that he had Joshua, all
else paled in comparison. Joshua owned him, body and soul, and Tristan would
never do anything to jeopardize that, so Logan’s sex appeal dropped from a ten
to non-existent.
“Forgive me. I think I returned to work
too soon following my accident.” Rubbing the nape of his neck Tristan glanced
from Logan to Skye, offering the latter an apologetic smile. Damn, he really
needed to get his head in the game. How many more times today did he have to
space out before his lovely assistant slapped him, hard? Glancing at Mclean, he
smirked arrogantly. “Do you mind if we reschedule?” Skye rolled her eyes
knowingly, but nodded as she began to pack away her notes.
Logan, however, looked less pleased. “Ye
know I’ve tae be back home in two days’ time. After that, you’d be coming tae
Arran tae see me.” He arched one dark brow, his thickly-lashed eyes never
leaving Tristan’s face as he waited on a reply.
Fucking hell, he forgot all about Logan’s
time restraint on this business trip. The man told them repeatedly that the
deal would need to be carried out quickly, as he needed to return home as soon
as possible. Asking him to remain another day was rude, but Tristan couldn’t
seem to make himself care. He was selfish where Joshua was concerned, and as a
businessman, Logan should be used to these kinds of delays.
“How about the same time tomorrow? I
promise to have you at the airport on time.” Tristan prayed the Scot would
agree, for there was no way in hell he was going to leave Joshua’s side for any
length of time to go to Arran. Just being at the fucking office was murder.
Logan eyed him for a long, uncomfortable
minute, those murky green eyes scanned his face for something, but Tristan
didn’t know what. “Will the celebratory meal continue as planned tonight?”
Tristan nodded once. He had totally
forgotten about that damn meal. There would be no delaying that, so hopefully
Joshua would be free to attend with him.
“Okay, same time tomorrow, then. You’d
better be here and ready tae do this, Bailey. See you later tonight.” Without
another word, he stood and walked from the room, his silent assistant tight on
his heels.
Heaving a sigh, Tristan sank back into his
chair, pinching the bridge of his nose. What was wrong with him? There was
nothing stopping them from signing the contracts now. Except his libido, that
is.
“Logan, wait!”
But it was too late, the doors had closed
and the two men were boarding the elevator. “Fuck’s sake! What is wrong with
me?” Groaning, Tristan collapsed back into his chair. He was just waiting on
Skye to give him an earful, but it didn’t come. Prying one eye open cautiously,
he chanced her wrath. Yet, instead of the harpy he feared seeing, he found
himself frowning at the smile curving her black-painted lips. “Ah, to be in
love. How does it feel, boss man?”
Tristan closed his eyes again, ignoring
her and earning a smack to the forehead. “Hey! That’s classed as abuse in the
workplace. A sackable offense, I may add, Miss Thompson,” he drawled as he
fixed his eyes on his assistant. It didn’t faze her in the slightest, however.
“What-to-the-ever, old man, now spill.
Tell me all about your sexy soldier.” Tristan chuckled at her outburst as he
sat up straighter, a fond smile curving his lips as thoughts of his Joshua
drifted through his mind. “Where to start?”
©Amara
Lebel. Siren Publishing, Ltd. 2014.
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Author
Bio:
"I
am not Perverted. I am a Depraved Sensualist. There is a difference!"
I
am an Erotic Romance and ManLove author. A huge fan of all things male; I
watch, read and drool over everything to do with them. Yes, I am a little
perverted, yet in a good way. I have a vast Yaoi collection, and spend my time
fantasizing about steamy scenes of male love, sensual encounters, and so much
more.
With
a little encouragement I eventually put pen to paper and wrote my first ever MM
romance, Denial (The Unrequited Trilogy #1), which was published in Sept 2014
by Siren Publishing Inc. Now I take great pride in sharing my erotic stories of
forbidden lust and enchanted romance with all of you, my fellow depraved
sensualists.
A
true Irish lass born and raised I come from a small town in Northern Ireland
called Derry, where I now live with my handsome (French) hubby and gorgeous
family. I'm a full time mum of three, and believe me when I say they keep me
busy. I spend my days chasing after my lil darlings, my nights lost in Yaoi,
and thanks to my amazing husband I spend my weekends writing up a storm.
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