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Book Title: Sweet Thing
Author: Isobel Starling
Publisher: Self Published
Book Release Date: September 8
Cover Artist: Isobel Starling
Length: Words: 83k words/No. of Pages: 237 pages
Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance
Blurb
French male model Simeon Duchamp has a lot of explaining to do.
Two years after a breakdown Simeon is off drugs and booze and wants to stay that way.
On his road to reclaiming his life and modeling career, Sim first needs to apologize to the man he hurt the most -his ex-best friend and object of his unrequited affection Pieter Bayer. Pieter now has a long-term partner, artist Emily Raven, with whom he shares a baby son. Sim is amazed when Pieter accepts his apology, and invites him into his family.
Closeness to Pieter sees Simeon's longing for his friend is rekindled. But then, when Simeon meets an attractive older man, Bastian Roth at an Art Exhibition, he realizes that there is a soul more broken than his, and Simeon feels compelled to help. Simeon's connection with the troubled Bastian Roth turns his world upside down. He has to decide whether to allow himself to fall for the man who wants him or pine for the man he can never have.
***THIS BOOK CAN BE READ AS A STANDALONE***
Please note: This story contains graphic descriptions of gay sex.
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Excerpt (NSFW)
After three months as a patient at the Phoenix Clinic, the mask
Simeon had worn of hedonistic, outrageous model dissolved with the drugs and
alcohol that were purged from his system. His camp, party boy façade hid
a quieter, more introspective, sensitive young man—a man who felt everything
too keenly, loved too deeply and could not cope with the pain of loss and
rejection.
Sober for the first time since his late teens, Simeon was as fragile as a
fledgling, bewildered by the colors, scents, and sounds of the big wide
world. He was unsure who the man that returned his stare in the bathroom
mirror was. Who was Simeon Duchamp without his mask, without the crutches
of alcohol and drugs to give him the confidence to get through each day?
A gentle knock on the bedroom door startled Simeon from his
introspection. He looked away from the window toward the door to see his
favorite young male nurse, Karl poke his head in.
“Your last session with Dr. Schroeder is in twenty minutes”, he
informed. “One for the road?” Karl’s brows waggled
provocatively. Simeon’s lips slid to a salacious smile.
“Lock the door.” he directed, swiftly moving to the bed. Karl stepped
into the room and as instructed he locked the door. Simeon began by
removing his t-shirt and then unbuttoning and sliding out of his jeans.
Karl kicked his soft soled white Croc clogs off, and the thin nurse’s uniform
of white trousers and tunic shirt were discarded in seconds. Simeon
stood, his eyes appraising the slender, boyish form of the
twenty-eight-year-old nurse. Karl had offered a pleasing aside from the
trauma of therapy. He was Simeon’s type—blonde, blue-eyed, eager to
please, and deliciously well-hung. Karl approached and pulled Simeon into
a deep, messy kiss.
At six foot, Simeon was taller than Karl’s five-foot-six, but what Karl
lacked in height, he certainly made up for with his cock. Simeon longed
to devour all ten inches one last time before he left the clinic. He ran
his fingers through short-cropped blonde hair, his hard-on brushing urgently
against Karl’s. He then dragged the naked nurse to lie prone on the
hospital bed. Karl chuckled throatily. Simeon clambered onto the
bed, and long, willowy legs straddled his conquest so they were in the
sixty-nine position, the head of his own erection directed at Karl’s willing
mouth.
Sim took the man’s thickened, stout, uncut cock in hand and stroked,
retracting the sheath of gossamer foreskin over the engorged head, and marveling
at why Mother Nature had seen fit to bestow such a monster cock on such a
slight man. He smiled to himself and then directed the plump glans
between his parted wet lips. As much as Simeon would have loved to make a
meal out of it, there was no time to play. Simeon hummed with
satisfaction, taking Karl down into his throat, the cock filling him to near
gagging point. Sim drew off, relaxed his muscles, and went back for more,
working the cock between his lips like a porn star. His self-esteem may
have hit rock bottom, but with a dick in his mouth, there was at least one
thing Simeon was sure he was still good at!
Karl offered preparatory licks and kisses to Simeon’s shaft before opening
his warm, pliant mouth and swallowing him down. The two young men writhed
and rocked on the hospital bed, hands caressing desperately.
Simeon was enjoying the suction Karl’s mouth offered; his eyes rolled back
in his head with the pleasure of being sucked and sucking in syncopation.
Simeon paused and used some of the saliva dribbling from his mouth to moisten
his fingers. Slowly, Sim eased a wet finger into Karl’s asshole and
hooked up seeking his prostate. The young man beneath him bucked and
moaned, thrusting up into Simeon’s mouth, while nearly gagging on Sim’s cock.
When he had regained his faculties, Karl mirrored Sim’s action, giving
Simeon the same intimate attention with his probing fingers.
They both pressed into each other's holes, and their hips matched an
undulating rhythm. Fingers massaged deep inside, drawing mutual fevered
moans of pleasure. Simeon almost forgot he was still officially a patient
in a Rehab Clinic until minutes later, when he and Karl spilled in warm bitter
pulses down each other’s throats.
After a moment to catch their breaths, and final sensual kisses of thanks,
both men dressed hurriedly.
“I cannot not be absent for too long. I told the head nurse I was
going for a bathroom break.” Karl admitted. He made to leave the room,
pausing only to blow a kiss to the effette young man with long dark hair
sitting on the disheveled bed, licking the last of Karl’s spill from his
lips.
Ten minutes later Karl returned. “Dr. Schroeder is ready for you now
Mr. Duchamp, and your car has arrived.” He announced formally.
“Thank you, Karl; I’ll be out in a minute,” Simeon replied his soft camp
French timbre sounding a little breathless as he rushed around packing the last
of his belongings. Karl nodded.
“And thank you for all of your… assistance during my stay Karl”,
Sim added with a mischievous flash of his eyes and a grin.
“I wish you all the best with your continued recovery, Mr. Duchamp.”
Karl quirked a knowing smile and blew a kiss before closing the door.
©Isobel Starling 2017

About the Author
Born in Germany, Isobel Starling spent most of her twenty-year professional career making art in Ireland. She relocated to the UK and, faced with the dreaded artist’s creative block, Isobel started to write and found she loved writing more than making art.
Isobel is currently working on her fifteenth book. The Shatterproof Bond series is an Amazon Gay Romance bestseller and is being translated into French with Juno Publications, German with Deadsoft Verlag, and Italian with Quixote Edizioni. The series is also available as audiobooks, narrated by Gary Furlong.
“Sweet Thing” will be translated into French by Rienes-Beaux Publishing, and Italian by Quixote Edizioni.

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