BLOG TOUR, EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT & GIVEAWAY: 'Dirty Talk' by Joey Jameson
Title: Dirty Talk
Author: Joey Jameson
Published: August 1, 2016
Publisher: NineStar Press
Cover Artist: Natasha Snow
Genre: Contemporary Romance; Erotic Romance
Length: 180 Pages
Tags: Gay; M/M; Cisgender
BLURB:
Vegas is a hot phone sex operator who knows just how to make your deepest, darkest fantasies come true either with a gentle whisper in your ear or with a rough growling command. When he’s in control, you know you’re in good hands. Vegas can tickle or scratch whatever itch or fetish a caller can throw at him.
But his job at the exclusive ‘Black Vanilla’ has its dark side, which becomes all too clear when Vegas receives a call one night that hits a little too close to home.
Somewhere out there, someone’s watching him. Someone who’s taken their fantasy one step too far. It isn’t long before Vegas finds himself entangled in a web of dark and dangerous obsession. An obsession that can only end one way.
“Dirty Talk” will take you deep into the world of stimulating oral desire and blur the lines that exist between our ultimate fantasies and harsh reality.
EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT:
Bronx seemed like he had literally dropped from heaven. With the face of an angel and a shiny platinum credit card to boot, he couldn’t have come into Vegas’ life at a better time. Or so Vegas thought.
They met at the coffee shop where Vegas was waiting tables. It was pouring that afternoon and Bronx only ventured into the shop to find a temporary respite from the weather. But when he laid his eyes on Vegas, he was certainly glad he had. The instant attraction between Vegas and Bronx was undeniable, despite Bronx’s rain-soaked three-piece suit and Vegas’ less-than-desirable bright yellow apron. Regardless, both felt the shift in the air as if the person whose eyes they were looking into would soon play a big part in their life.
As Bronx approached his counter, Vegas’ heart began to pound and his hands couldn’t hide their trembling. He was so preoccupied with staring at the beautiful stranger that it took him a moment to realise the steaming latte he had been carrying had slipped out of his hand and splattered all over the floor.
“Uh-oh. I hope that doesn’t come out of your hourly wage?” Bronx teased through a million-dollar smile as his eyes gleamed in Vegas’ direction.
All Vegas could do was gaze awkwardly at the mysterious stranger who stood before him, eyes hypnotised and mouth hanging open at an unattractive angle.
“Umm, excuse me? My latte?” came a lady’s voice off to the side, her tone tinged with aggravation.
“Oh, God…sorry. Let me—umm—one sec.” Vegas stumbled over himself.
He quickly bent and reached for a towel to wipe up the mess at his feet. Bronx could only smile at the clumsy but beautiful barista before him. The sight of his youthful face and taut, muscular frame was causing a stirring in his pants. Shoving a hand into his pocket, he adjusted himself as inconspicuously as possible. When Vegas stood again, his eyes remained cast downward to avoid having to face the gorgeous, slightly older gentleman before him.
He opened his mouth to speak, but was quickly interrupted by a colleague.
“Here, let me. Go clean yourself up,” sighed a short, slightly paunchy girl who must have been his supervisor.
Vegas relaxed, knowing that he no longer had to deal with the disaster at his feet. Taking a deep breath, he finally drew his eyes up to meet Bronx’s for the second time since he’d sauntered into the shop. Both allowed the other a moment to swim in their stare before Bronx held out a tanned and very masculine-looking hand.
“Hi, I’m Bronx.”
Vegas took it shyly, surprised by the strength behind his grasp. He let his own eyes sweep over Bronx’s wide physique, noticing how the material of his crisp white shirt strained over his well-defined torso.
“Vegas,” he mumbled under his breath before clearing his throat and trying again. “Sorry, I’m Vegas.”
A look of disbelief flashed across his deep green eyes. A further silence stretched out between them while they assessed each other.
Vegas guessed Bronx was in his early thirties, and judging by the look of his well-tailored grey suit, he was well-off. His brown hair was closely cropped and slicked back into a side part. He reminded Vegas of a businessman from a porn movie he had once watched. As he studied Bronx’s narrow waist and tight trousers, he felt a twitch begin inside his own pants and straightened up quickly in an attempt to distract himself from his wayward thoughts.
“Well, I should probably…” He motioned around him to the store in general.
Bronx just nodded, his penetrating stare becoming more powerful by the second.
“It was nice to—uh, meet you,” he fumbled again. Taking a step back, he bumped into the counter, nearly knocking down a tray of already prepared hot drinks. “Oops, shit… Sorry, right… I should…”
But Bronx didn’t take the hint. He kept his eyes firmly locked on the man before him.
“Do you have a break coming up?” he asked.
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Joey Jameson lives in Brighton, UK; a world of decadence, glamour and intrigue. He believes life is better when drizzled with naughtiness and drenched in layer upon layer of sparkling glitter. His work is best appreciated with a hard drink and the lights down low and will leave you wondering just what goes on in that twisted little mind of his.
He is the author of Candy from Strangers, Blackout, Twisted and Interview with the Porn Star.
Stay tuned for more scintillating work to come your way soon…
Email: misterjoeyjameson@gmail.com
