Title: There’s Always Something Collection

Author: Schuyler L’Roux

Publisher: NineStar Press

Release Date: June 17, 2019

Heat Level: 4 – Lots of Sex

Pairing: Male/Male

Length: 38200

Genre: Contemporary, LGBT, contemporary, gay, mild BDSM, romance, second chance

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Synopsis

There’s Something about a Kilt

It’s a hellaciously hot day in Minneapolis and all Thom wants to do is enjoy his ice cream and forget about the stacks of essays waiting for him back in his stifling apartment. Until he meets Gerry, a kilted, tattooed Welshman. The conversation is smooth and the attraction immediate, but Gerry is only in town for the night and isn’t down for anything quick and forgettable. When they meet again, hours later, Gerry knows there’s something in the air and all bets are off. Including his kilt.

There’s Something about Pain
Still devastated that Gerry never called him back after an epic night of passionate connection, Thom has been taken to Los Angeles by his best friends for a weekend of debauchery and forgetting. Yet when a drunken decision leads them to Gerry, Thom has a choice to make. Does he take Gerry’s invitation to reenter the world of BDSM, with a proper guide this time, and reclaim power he lost years ago? Or does Thom take his revenge?

There’s Something about Flying
After walking away from Gerry, Thom is back home in Minnesota living his best life. He’s flying through the air, embracing the sexual power he reclaimed in a lonely dungeon with Gerry. Yet when Gerry arrives unannounced and full of inexplicable hope, Thom has another choice to make. Does he let Gerry go and finally close the book on their tryst? Or does Thom open up his heart to the reality of their past and the potential of their future? The third and final chapter of the There’s Always Something trilogy stays true to form: there’s always an ending.

Excerpt

There’s Always Something
Schuyler L’Roux © 2019
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The redhead sat down with a fluid grace, sweeping the kilt under his ass and keeping his knees demurely together. The knees dropped apart when he scooted back in the chair, dropping the kilt between his legs. He licked his cone with a tongue even pinker than his lips, though his thick, flexing forearm distracted Thom. The left arm was covered from wrist to elbow in a splash of water, colored wings on fire, and streams of blue.

“I’m Gerry, by the way.”

Thom wrenched his eyes away to look at Gerry’s expectant expression. “Thom.”

“Short for Thomas?”

“Nope, just Thom.”

“Damn, I always had a thing for Thomases.”

Shit, Thom thought.

Gerry looked him up and down, a question sparking in his eyes. “Strange name for an Italian boy.”

Thom shook off the rust and pushed himself along for the ride. No expectations, he reminded himself. “It’s spelled even stranger.”

Gerry blinked in surprise. “With an ‘h’?”

“My mom loved the Scots.” Thom pointed down to Gerry’s kilt. “Must be genetic. You popped up like a fantasy from when I was thirteen.”

Gerry laughed, waggling his cone like a warning. “Oh, careful there boyo. I’m Welsh. We don’t take kindly to mistaken identity.”

“At least I didn’t call you English.”

Gerry grinned. “Fair enough.” He pointed at Thom’s forgotten ice cream as he took another lick. “Aren’t you worried about that melting?”

Thom shrugged and shot Gerry a sly smile. “I’m easily distracted.” He bit into a large chunk of ice cream and cone, shivering at the burst of cold. “What brings you here?”

“Just a little treat before I get to business.”

“Oh, what do you do?”

“Architecture.”

Jesus, Thom thought. This guy is a walking hard-on with my name written all over it. Thankfully, he managed to say something else. “Which firm?”

Gerry shook his head. “I’m from L.A. Just in for the day.”

Thom nodded, hiding his disappointment in another bite. “I don’t want to keep you,” he said before catching himself with a smile. “Sorry, that’s a lie. I do. What are you up to after work?”

“More work,” Gerry said after a lick. “I’ve got an overrun project and frayed nerves to placate. They’ve tied me up in meetings from now until midnight.”

Thom looked skeptical. “Now? You’ve got a strange definition of ‘now.’”

Gerry laughed. “Like I said, frayed nerves. I’m hoping that by the time I roll in, tragically indisposed by inexplicable summer traffic, everyone will be desperate for a solution.” He smiled again, and Thom’s stomach flipped. “Anyway, I never come into Minneapolis without stopping by Sebastian’s.

“Look who’s talking,” Gerry continued. “What’s your excuse for skipping work on a Friday afternoon?”

Thom arched a dark, plucked eyebrow. “Priority number one for a small business owner is the sanity of his employees.”

“Oh?”

“My air conditioning’s broke,” Thom said with a shrug. “My place is like a sauna. I had to get out of there.”

“So, ice cream instead of the library?”

“Like you said, who can come downtown without stopping by?”

Gerry swirled his ice cream. “What do you do?”

“I teach and write.”

Gerry considered Thom with a light smile. “So, I’m trying to think of a more interesting question than the obvious.”

“What’s the obvious?”

“Hmm…I’m guessing the popular choice is ‘have I read anything of yours?’”

“Basically. Want to guess the second?”

Gerry narrowed his eyes, rolling them up to think. He shook his head.

“I’ll give you a clue,” said Thom, leaning over his ice cream. “It was one of the first questions my mama asked me when I told her I landed a writing gig out here.”

Gerry barked a laugh. “‘Do you write for a gay magazine?’”

Thom cocked his finger like a gun and ‘shot’ Gerry. “Hers was more heavily inflected with disappointed sighs, but pretty much.”

They smiled at each other as their laughter faded. Gerry broke the spell, looking at his wristwatch. He looked up with apology evident in his suddenly knit eyebrows.

“Gotta go?” asked Thom.

“Sad to say,” said Gerry, standing up. “It was fun chatting.”

Thom’s heart stammered. He licked his suddenly dry lips. “I know you said you’re busy with work. But if you get out early, I’m going dancing with some friends.” Keeping his eyes on Gerry was near impossible with his heart hammering so hard, but he kept it up. “Can I give you my number?”

“I leave tomorrow, Thom.”

“Okay.”

“And I’m not looking for a fuck and run.”

“Who says I am?” Thom asked, more out of reflex than honesty.

Gerry placed a hand on his surprisingly slim waist. “You’re saying if I wasn’t down, you wouldn’t mind coming with me and then never again?”

Thom couldn’t help the smile that danced over his lips. He leaned back in his chair to look up at Gerry. “I wouldn’t mind coming, sure. But I may very well regret the never coming again part.”

Gerry grinned. “Clever boy.”

“I try.”

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Meet the Author

A Southern boy deeply proud of his Welsh heritage, Schuyler L’Roux is a writer who passionately believes in the power of sex—funny, world-changing, scratch-the-hell-out-of-my-back sex. He’s a new author and cannot wait to join the world of erotica with his own brand of thoughtful characters engaged in meaningful interactions and entertaining situations. With lots and lots of sex, of course. When he’s not traveling, Schuyler currently calls Germany home.