Jem & Carlton (Bundle)

The complete Jem & Carlton series now bundled!

Jem suffers from intense anxiety—he can keep his fears under control as long as he stays on familiar territory. Then Carlton walks into the bookstore where Jem works. Carlton is dangerously handsome, irresistibly charming and hell-bent on getting Jem into bed. Best of all, he makes Jem feel safe. If Jem can take a risk on this unpredictable stranger, the rewards could be spectacular.

Seven MM erotic romances adding up to 33,600 words. Contains:

#1—THE STRANGER
#2—THE MORNING AFTER
#3—PLAYING NICELY
#4—PUBLIC INDECENCY
#5—WAIT FOR IT
#6—COMING HOME
#7—NEVER LEAVE


Excerpt from #1—THE STRANGER:

The stars were gorgeous, the glow of the city outlining the soft curves of the land around them. Climbing roses dipped their heads over the archway, shedding petals below.

“Carlton?” His voice came out tight. He was scared and excited both at once, a heat that shivered through him, as though he had been drinking too much.

Carlton turned toward him, one hand finding his side to pull him closer. Carlton dipped his head so that only a few inches separated them. His eyes were dark beneath lowered lashes. “Yes?”

“I—” Jem could barely hold back the urge to talk, to tell him how grateful he was for tonight, how much he liked him. The words piled up and he couldn’t speak.

Carlton lifted a hand, tipped up his face so that Jem caught his breath, fingertips against his cheek, his throat. Jem felt more alive than ever before. Every breath was catching in his throat. “May I?” Carlton murmured.

“Yes,” Jem whispered.

Carlton finally closed the gap. His mouth found his gently at first, a feather light brush of his lips, then again. That slight touch ignited a burst of heat and Jem stretched up to him without thinking, arms coming up around his neck, mouth opening under his. Carlton’s fingers curved over the back of his neck to keep him in place and Carlton kissed him again, still keeping it gentle, while Jem leaned into him helplessly, clinging even, breathless, his hands fisting in Carlton’s sweater. He was on fire, his heart skipping, his pulse fluttering, and as Carlton’s hand found the small of his back to drag him closer Jem heard himself whimper, a small sound of desperation. That seemed to be giving the right signal, because the kiss turned hungry, setting him ablaze. Carlton dragged harder, crushing him against his body, burning hot where they touched.

Jem was suddenly struck by the delicious strength of his body against his, the strength of his muscles. His hands were at the back of Carlton’s neck and Jem opened them, smoothing his palms over those strong shoulders, exploring the planes of the muscles beneath. He could feel Carlton’s rapid heartbeat against his, feel the catch in his breath when Jem pressed harder against him.

A car engine rumbled nearby. They broke apart, breathless, startled by the reminder that they were in public. Jem lifted a hand stupidly to touch his lips; they were tingling. He burned and smouldered with desire. All he could think of was dragging Carlton back and kissing him again.

Carlton was intent on him, his eyes such a dark grey now. He didn’t ask permission this time. He took Jem hard by the front of his shirt and dragged him further into the shadows of the garden. In one dark corner he pushed Jem up against a trellis. Jem hit the wooden frame and gasped, petals and leaves falling around him, catching in his hair. The second he was against the trellis Carlton was on him, pinning him with the weight of his body, a hand in his hair to keep him at the exact right angle as Carlton kissed him. Jem couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, Carlton was so hot against him, so hard and demanding. Jem couldn’t survive a single moment longer without getting his hands on him. He fumbled with Carlton’s sweater, his shirt, finally managing to get underneath it. Carlton drew a sharp breath as Jem discovered the heat of his bare skin. His muscles contracted deliciously beneath Jem’s exploring fingers.

“Careful,” Carlton growled against his mouth, threatening and sensual at the same time. He bit down gently on Jem’s lower lip; the sting of his teeth, followed by the pleasant shiver of his kiss, brought Jem even closer to the edge. Jem clutched him, dizzy, rocked by so much sensation, so much temptation.

Excerpt from #7—NEVER LEAVE:

At last the lift slowed to a halt and they stepped out onto the top floor. It was a world of huge glass windows and elegant furnishings, simple but expensive. Jem was delighted; he liked to imagine Carlton here thinking about him.

Carlton put a hand at the small of his back and guided him into his corner office. Jem’s attention and his breath immediately caught. The view from the floor-to-ceiling windows was spectacular, the whole city laid out glittering beneath them, fresh and sparkling from last night’s rain. Everything looked so tiny it was like standing over a model village; Jem could see tiny cars winding their way through tiny streets. He leaned into the glass, pleased beyond words.

“Nice, isn’t it?” Carlton smiled at his side.

“We’re so high.” It was like being an eagle, ready to soar. He spotted another tall glass building opposite, also with these stunning windows. “Can they see us?”

The hand at his back pressed him tighter against the glass. Carlton nipped at his throat, making him shiver. “What do you think?”

“Well…” Jem shifted, losing his train of thought. It was hard to think with Carlton doing this to him, keeping him pinned against the glass.

“Would you like it if they could see you here?” Carlton nuzzled into his throat, making Jem groan, his head falling back against Carlton’s broad shoulder. “I think you would.” He slid a hand down to cup Jem through the front of his trousers, squeezing gently.

“Ah.” Jem was completely unable to concentrate now. It was hard to think of anything but Carlton kissing his throat, stroking his cock. “How… how do you always know?”

“Know what?” Carlton applied a gentle pressure that was driving him crazy.

“What I’m thinking.”

“Oh.” Carlton smiled against his throat. “You’re consistent that way. You always like the thought of getting caught.” He pulled Jem’s hands up and out, pushed his feet apart, making him stand spreadeagled against the glass. “You’d like it if somebody could see you right now. Getting teased against a window.” He pushed hard against Jem’s ass, and Jem moaned, a steady throb of heat in his belly.

“I want…” Jem couldn’t think enough to get out words. He rested his forehead against the cool glass, staying obediently in place while those wicked hands wandered.

“Yes?” Carlton murmured, holding him lightly to grind against his ass.

“Desk.”

He could feel Carlton catch his breath against him. This was an intense shared fantasy. From the moment Carlton had first called him at work to tell him he was fantasising about fucking him over his desk, Jem had been picturing it in dozens of ways. How hard Carlton would take him, how good it would feel. He had hardly dared hope that some day it would actually happen. He shivered in anticipation.

They approached the desk together. It was a huge expanse of polished, shining dark wood, simply laid out with a laptop and papers. The wood gleamed a rich mahogany colour just like it had in the photo. Plenty of room to be spread open on it. Even looking at it made Jem’s stomach contract with a sudden surge of hunger. Carlton would pin him so hard as he pounded him.

Carlton sounded slightly hoarse. “I think about you here all the time. Getting you open and fucking you. Hard to focus on work.”

“I can imagine.” Jem couldn’t seem to catch his breath, the promise of this ultimate fantasy so near. “I want…” Carlton’s arm slipped around him and he squirmed, unable to help it, transfixed by the thought. “I want…”

“I’m going to finally fuck you on that damn desk.” It was a primal growl of hunger, thrilling him down to his toes.

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