MAN UP SERIES, BOOK 2
RELEASE DATE: 04.17.18
COVER DESIGN: REESE DANTE
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Loneliness. The pain doesn’t simply go away with time. It’s been years, and they tell me I need to move on. But I can’t.
Blame and regret are my constant companions. Until I see him in the spotlight and everything changes. Night after night, I watch him dance. Thinking about him.
What he’d feel like.
What he’d taste like.
And now that I know, I want him even more.
And maybe…just maybe, he might want me too.
But not yet.
Not before he knows he’s more than a pretty face. Not before he knows what he means to me. I need him by my side.
The two of us.
Why can’t I forget him? His hands touching me. His mouth on mine. Kissing me.
Rendering me mindless.
Every night I lay awake burning for him. Dreaming. Thinking. Needing him.
No—I don’t. I don’t need anyone.
I want him.
I want more. I am more. He’s seen that, and now here I stand with my dream on the horizon. All I need to do is take that first step. Trust him.
I love a book that can frustrate you yet give you the warm and fuzzies in the span of seconds. That's what Rhoades and Austin's journey did to me and I loved every second of it. Page after page I kept getting more and more captivated by these amazing characters and their story.
Felice Stevens is that author for me where I know without fail I'm going to be feeling the emotions throughout the book. Her ability to convey her characters emotions and allows the reader to not only read it but FEEL it shows just how amazingly talented this author is.
Rhoades and Austin both had issues and insecurities to work through. And though, yes at times they were both stubborn and frustrating, I loved that they were both able to stay true to themselves while still allowing their vulnerability and their connection to each other help them overcome their internal battles. While trying to fight the inevitable, their attraction to each other was just so palpable it's like you could almost feel the sexual tension rolling off the pages.
These two guys were just absolutely adorable. I loved that the author didn't make Rhoades out to be this rich overbearing dominant. He was respectful, gentle, caring and yet still exuded that intense sexiness. And I just adored Austin with his strength and determination to make and be a better version of himself.
I loved this book and the secondary characters that capture your attention. This was a great read and I cannot wait for the next book in this series.
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Fuck. I could kill Marcus. But I couldn’t refuse, and he knew it. Rhoades held me, but not too close, and after some initial hesitancy, I allowed myself to feel the music.
Rhoades’s breath touched my cheek, and I smelled the heat of the scotch he drank. It was like the night we kissed all over again, and I swayed, desire clawing at my insides. Why did being in close proximity to this man make me light-headed and restless?
“How are you?”
“Fine,” I managed to speak. The club had taken on a sensuous glow, and the people beside us faded to black. All I could see was Rhoades.
“So you work in a dance studio? I should’ve guessed by your dancing at Man Up that you had formal training. You move beautifully.”
“I’ve worked there for a while. We teach kids four-to-nine years old. I love it.”
“And is that what you’d like to do? Teach dance? I know you can’t want to dance at Man Up for long.”
“All these questions.” I shifted nervously. I wasn’t about to reveal my dream to him. He’d no doubt find it foolish—maybe even as stupid as my father had. “I thought we were just going to dance.”
“Very well.” He said nothing more, and we danced, our bodies brushing. His effect on me was magnetic, his touch a force pulling me in close. I concentrated on his face: the small lines fanning out from his eyes, the dark brows like wings, his firm mouth. The taste of his lips lingered on my tongue, as bright and pure as if we were kissing now. I found it impossible to be near Rhoades and not crave his touch. Somehow I’d moved closer to him, and our cheeks touched.
“I wondered if I’d see you again after you didn’t show up this past week. I didn’t think you came to these types of clubs.”
“Do you think of me, then?” His hand slid up my back and splayed between my shoulder blades. I didn’t mind that possessive touch.…I wanted it.
“I think of you.” His whispered voice filled my ear with a roar. “After I left you last week, I stayed away like you asked, but I couldn’t sleep at night. Do you want to know why?”
I found myself nodding. We’d stopped dancing, though he continued to hold me, and we swayed together, caught up in our own world.
“I don’t know. Isn’t that crazy? You know I’ve watched you at James’s club. From the first, you caught me with your confidence—you owned the stage—but I also saw something yearning in you. That it wasn’t enough. You want more.”
His hands rested on my hips, and we stood chest-to-chest. The music played on, its sensuous beat rolling through me. I could smell desire in the air.
The tips of his fingers trailed over my cheek and jaw in a gesture so achingly intimate, I fought to keep standing. Finally he put his mouth on mine, and we kissed. No thrusting tongues and panting breaths. Only a gentle press of lips…and it shocked me that a man who radiated such strength could carry this tenderness inside him.
“Keep true to yourself. Follow your dreams. Only you can make them real.”
And with one last kiss, he walked away and disappeared into the crowd before I found time to take a breath. I thought about going after him but stopped myself. He was doing what I asked. Giving me the space I’d demanded. I had already told him I wouldn’t fuck him in a club, and he remembered and respected that. Another man might’ve tried to persuade me with drinks or force. Rhoades wasn’t the man I thought.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Felice Stevens has always been a romantic at heart. While life is tough, she believes there is a happy ending for everyone. She started reading traditional historical romances as a teenager, then life and law school got in the way. It wasn't until she picked up a copy of Bertrice Small and became swept away to Queen Elizabeth's court that her interest in romance novels was renewed.
But somewhere along the way, her reading shifted to stories of men falling in love. Once she picked up her first gay romance, she became so enamored of the character-driven stories and the overwhelming emotion there was no turning back.
Felice lives in New York City with her husband and two children. Her day begins with a lot of caffeine and ends with a glass or two of red wine. Although she practices law, she daydreams of a time when she can sit by a beach and write beautiful stories of men falling in love. Although there is bound to be some angst along the way, a Happily Ever After is always guaranteed.
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