Polished - Handled Book 3

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Handled has been the most interesting series to write, not least because it involved being inside Gray’s head for a large part of the last few months.  It’s interesting in there, kinda shadowy and bleak, like a cathedral at night.

This was my first foray into writing dark romance. It won't be my last - I have a book coming out next summer that is so dark even I am horrified, and fair warning, no happy ever after in that one!

This is the end of Nathan and Gray’s road.  It took them a long way, from Washington to Utah to Crete and Turkey and then back the States.  I hope you enjoyed the journey.  I’m incredibly grateful to all my ARC readers and the wonderful reviewers and bloggers that keep being enthusiastic for new books and new stories even in the midst of a pandemic and the world crashing around us.

Meeting all the readers and reviewers this year has been amazing.  Highlight of my decade.

Here's a little peek at the start of the Polished, where Gray is making the most of getting his hands on Nathan again.



Chapter One

​Gray

Nathan is fitter than he was. He still has the long muscles of a swimmer but I can see he works out more now.  I guess he has the time, and he needs to get rid of the energy.  

As a result he is more ripped, more defined, more delicious to play with. As he walks naked towards the bed I note his ass is fuller, rounder, the muscles smooth, and his body is pale from a Washington winter.  That will change soon, now I have him in the sunshine. 

He turns and looks questioningly at me. 

“Up against the headboard,” I say. 

He climbs onto the dark blue coverlet and his paleness glows against the night sky colour.  The window above the bed is covered with a thin curtain, dimming the striking afternoon sunlight, and the room is hot with the scent of warm flesh.  Already Nathan’s body has a thin sheen of sweat. 

That’s going to taste delicious. 

He arranges himself in the centre of the bed, his back against the antique wooden headboard. “Is this okay?” 

“No talking, please.” 

His breath hitches and his eyes never leave mine.  I see the uncertainty in them and it’s so pretty. 

​Gonna push you sweetheart, gonna help you find your headspace. 

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