Title: Healing Him
Author: Laura N. Andrews
Series: Bromley Brothers, Book 2
Genre: Gay Romance
Release Date: February 16, 2019
Cover Designer: Claire Smith
Publisher: Hot Tree Publishing
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Henry Bromley wants to find not only the perfect submissive, but he’s also searching for love. When he meets Ryan Scott, a man who seems to take control, Henry is conflicted.
However, when passion and lust ignite a spark and their flame is lit, Henry discovers there’s no turning back. He wants Ryan.
Ryan Scott has fought hard to protect himself and his desires. With his wounds freshly opened, Ryan has to make a choice: submit to Henry and allow himself to heal or continue to live the lie he’s created for himself.
Will this Dom help his sub fly? And if trust is broken, can it truly ever be healed?
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“I’ve got apple and pear.”
I clear my throat. “Actually, I’ll have a Coroner.”
“Cool, me too.” Ryan collects two beers and unscrews the caps. “We can just put all the food on my coffee table and eat on the couch.” He leads the way into the spacious living area. The furniture looks comfortable. Between the couch and the large flat screen is the coffee table. “Wow,” I praise. “This is an awesome setup. Must be great for watching sports and movies.”
“Thanks. Yeah, it’s cool.” A shy smile teases his lips.
He’s cute when he’s nervous.
We sit next to each other, and I moan at how comfy the couch is. “Nice.” Figuring I’d start off with the easy questions, I ask, “So what movies are you into?”
Ryan rests one ankle on the opposite knee and moves his hand in a see-saw motion. “Pretty much anything. I like comedy, horror, thriller, drama, sci-fi, you name it.”
I pick up a slice of pizza. “Same. Do you like Marvel movies?”
“Of course! X-men, Avengers, Guardians of the Galaxy. I like DC too.”
“Well, we like the same movies then.” I give him a wink. “Favourite music?”
“Again, anything really.”
My eyes find his and I give him a flirty smile. “It sounds like you’re easy to please.”
Ryan smirks self-deprecatingly and it almost undoes me. “I think so.” The man puts on such a confident, intimidating front. He’s truly trying to hide his submissiveness in order to save himself from being hurt again.
When it becomes too much, I stop watching him eat. It’s too torturous. The way his mouth widens and how his teeth bite down, the tease of his tongue as it slides over his lips. All he has to do is eat pizza, actually probably anything, and it has me hot under the collar. His throat as he swallows is too enticing. The desire to lick his Adam’s apple is there again. We eat and drink as we watch the game, and the whole time, I’m fully aware of the man beside me. Ryan’s trying to seem calm and relaxed, but as time goes by and as close as we are, he’s giving off a lot of tension. Every time I move, he tenses and holds his breath. The physical awareness is distracting him. So much so, he jumps when I holler at the screen, “What the hell? That was a mark!”
He focuses on the game as they show a replay. Ryan moans in agreement. “Aw, shit! Now the other team’s gonna get a goal!” We watch as his assumption proves correct. With the game taking his attention, his passion is endearing and entertaining.
When he groans with a curse, I place my hand on his knee. “It’s all good. There’s only another ten minutes, and they’re thirty points behind. We’re going to win.”
Other than dropping his gaze to his knee, Ryan doesn’t react. Finally, he shakes his head seriously. “They could catch up. It’s unlikely, but they could.”
I frown. “They’d have to get at least five goals. It’s not going to happen.”
He grunts, and I can’t help but smile at him. “What?” he asks.
“Nothing.” I shrug and face the TV, pulling my hand back.
Ryan sighs and places his bottle down on the table. We’re on our third round of drinks. “You got something to say, Bromley, say it.”
The words make me grin. “It’s endearing how passionate you are, and you’re cute when you’re frustrated.”
His jaw drops before he mutters “cute” in a huff. It doesn’t seem like he’s going to say anything else, but he does. “Maybe I am frustrated.” We both know what he means, and it has nothing to do with the game. The way he said it and his body language. Sexual frustration. Since he brought it up, maybe I can acknowledge my interest again.
“I could help you with that, you know. All you’d have to do is ask.” Not wanting to make things uncomfortable, I finish my drink and place it on the table before leaning back into the couch. A few minutes go by with my eyes on the game, when I holler, “That’s it, Kennedy, yes!” I clap as our team gets another goal. I turn to Ryan with a grin, and he’s already looking at me. “See? Now they’d have to get six—”
Bromley Brothers, book 1
Trusting Him
Trusting Him
