I am absolutely delighted to take part in Bryan T. Clark’s blog tour for his new book, Far Away, a lush romance which I will review in my next post. My review will be in the very next post after this one.
Not only that, but scroll down for an EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT of Far Away, which ends with a delicious kiss…
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Bryan T. Clark has a new contemporary MM romance out: Far Away.
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First love can save you … and ruin you …
Eighteen-year-old Noah Rothenberg spent the perfect summer with his first love, the charming and seductive Spiro. He fell head over heels in love from what started as a clumsy crush.
But that was twelve years ago. His relationships since have been spectacular failures because of how things ended with Spiro. If he has any hope of moving forward, he needs to find Spiro and get some closure … even if he has to fly halfway around the world to do it. Too bad he instead finds himself falling—again—for the man who ruined him for all other men.
Love isn’t an emotion Spiro Papadopoulos entirely trusts anymore. He’s far too pragmatic for that. His focus these days has to be on his art and caring for his ailing mother. Being with Noah again is easy and feels so right … but is it love? Spiro isn’t sure. Besides, with his entire life being tied to Greece and Noah’s to New York, love might just be a luxury neither of them can afford.
Can Spiro and Noah overcome the oceans and years between them—or will their second chance at love end as badly as their first?
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Exclusive excerpt # 4
“You know, you are as handsome as you were years ago.” Spiro held up a finger. “I saw this before I drank the ouzo!” The corner of Spiro’s mouth curved into a slight smile as the gold flakes in his eyes danced in the light.
Noah winced at the thought of how gangly he was growing up. Perhaps Spiro only thought he was cute back then because he was drinking that ouzo stuff. Spiro was still as sweet and adorable as he was when they were kids… but now, that adorable and sweet Spiro was eye fucking him. He saw the same look in Spiro’s eyes earlier, when they were sitting on the pier. That same smile now, the deep stare: he was a hundred percent sure he was being eye fucked right now.
Noah’s arousing thoughts caused his cheeks to blush as a flutter ran from his chest to his head. The rush of oxygen caused him to feel lightheaded for a second. Without shame, Noah knew he would give himself to Spiro tonight without hesitation if that was what Spiro wanted. Perhaps one should always have a hesitation, but this was not the case.
Noah wanted nothing more than to be possessed by the person in front of him. He wanted to be naked, lying beside this man, on the beach, in the boathouse, in the barn, right here, if that was what Spiro wanted. Are there no limits tonight? Have I gone mad?
That hot summer day in the boathouse, the moment Spiro pushed deep inside him, their souls had connected forever. Noah knew little about the grown man in front of him, yet it was as if they’d been together forever. If Spiro asked, he would sleep with him tonight. All he had to do was ask.
Over the years, Noah had never been opposed to just having sex with someone if he was into them. He wasn’t a slut, and it was never ideal. But sometimes, a person needed to satisfy an itch. It was one of the perks of being a gay man… Anonymous, cheap sex was somehow acceptable.
But this wasn’t what he was feeling tonight. What was going through his heart was something deeper, a longing to be consumed by Spiro. It was the same as years ago, and again this afternoon when Spiro recognized him—and now. Years of therapy told him to slow down. Be careful. Don’t be stupid.
When their dinner was served, they continued talking as they ate. Noah was a master at appearing that he was eating, nibbling on bits of food. Keeping it light, he shared a little about his job, his friend Rodney, and the passing of his grandmother that led to the selling of the lake house. He held back his depressing track record with men.
It was approaching midnight when the two left the restaurant and emerged onto the dark narrow street. All the stores were closed for the night, and the street had been abandoned hours ago. It was only the two of them. Goosebumps rose on Noah’s arms as the chilled air attacked his skin through his shirt.
“Are you cold?” Spiro asked. Illuminated by a thin slice of the moon, his eyes revealed his concern for Noah’s comfort.
Noah tried to play it off. “I’m okay.”
“With the breeze coming off the ocean at night, the nights are cooler. We’ve been waiting all summer for this breeze. I’m sorry it’s not warmer for you.”
“Is it always like this, this time of year?”
“Yes.” Spiro stepped in a little closer. “The best time to be here if you like warm weather is around your birthday.”
Noah’s brows rose. “How do you know my birthday?” The warmth of Spiro’s breath caused him to inhale.
“It’s June tenth, right?”
“Yeah! How do you know that?”
“Really? I’ll never forget your birthday. It was the day you arrived at the house.” Spiro’s hand lightly touched Noah’s arm.
His touch made Noah draw a breath. “Oh! That’s right! Trust me, I remember.” Noah smiled at the thought of that day. It was the beginning of the best summer of his life.
There was a moment of silence as the two stood on the narrow sidewalk. Noah looked at the moon, trying to fill the space with something. As he looked down, Spiro came in and kissed him. Startled, it took a half a second for it to register and their mouths to sync.
Their kiss deepened as Spiro backed him against the building. Savagely, they kissed for several minutes before Spiro pulled back. “You are handsome. I’ve wanted to kiss you since this afternoon.” Spiro’s penetrating stare kept Noah pinned to the wall.
The cool nighttime temperature had vanished. Noah’s body was on fire, heat rising from his chest, extending all the way to the tips of his fingers and toes. He could feel heat on his cheeks as well. There were no words to come close to how Noah was feeling. Instead, he leaned in as their heads closed the gap between them.
Spiro gripped the back of Noah’s head and pulled him in, deepening their kiss again. The taste of ouzo engaged Noah’s taste buds as he recalled how magnificent Spiro was at kissing. This kiss was anything but gentle as Spiro’s warm tongue invaded Noah’s mouth.
Noah’s eyes drifted to Spiro’s bow-shaped lips before moving up to his eyes. Their eyes met, causing Noah’s heart to skip a beat. Noah had no idea what he saw in those cat eyes that were staring intensely back at him and caused his heart to flutter. It wasn’t disdain, dominance, or dismissal, the usual looks his peers gave him upon meeting him for the first time. It was… he’s really looking at me.
Everything about Spiro enthralled him. No longer wishing away the next two months before he could escape to Harvard, he was cautiously excited about the summer.
“Hi, I’m Noah.” He felt the heat of a blush on his cheeks as he extended his hand. Spiro looked directly at him; his deep stare instantly pinned Noah. His dark locks of hair, jet black, ran the length of his neck and curled at the nape of his neck. Noah tried to release a breath quietly. Adrenaline pumped through his veins like the multiple streams that fed into Lake Winnipesaukee. He’d never acted this boldly when it came to meeting someone. The way Spiro looked at him gave him the boost of confidence that he could actually stand here and talk to him. This was a first, and it surprised him.
Spiro shook Noah’s hand. “Um, my English is not so good. My name is Spiro.” A deep voice cast from his full lips. Spiro saying his own name sounded more exotic than when Noah’s grandmother said it.
Geeze Louise, his teeth are perfect, too. They’re so freaking white. Noah stumbled over his own words as he searched for something to say. Spiro’s gaze kept Noah from looking for more than a second before lowering his head.
Bryan T. Clark is a multi-published award-winning author of gay romance, and contemporary books.
In his early in life, Bryan learned that he was different from everyone else in his world. As a young African American boy, he was the second to the youngest of seven children. Long before hormones kicked in and the realization of same sex attraction, it was his light skin and blond hair that made him different from those around him. Teased within his own race for being lighter than everyone else, the kids on the playground called him “Cornbread”.
As a writer, Bryan has taken back the power once given up to those schoolyard bullies. He is committed to bringing his readers stories of real life, with multicultural characters, riveting plots, and where the underdog always wins. He is the founder of Cornbread Publishing: the name empowers him and is a constant reminder that life can have a Happily-Ever-After.
Born in Boston, Massachusetts, Bryan and his husband of thirty-six years have made their home and life in the Central Valley of California.
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