Hi everyone, and welcome to the virtual book tour for City Mouse, our brand new sequel to Country Mouse! Amy Lane and Aleksandr Voinov here, and we’re thrilled to celebrate this new release with you. Co-writing from two different continents isn’t always easy, but with characters like Owen and Malcolm, we couldn’t help ourselves! We’ll be sharing exclusive excerpts & guest posts all week long, and we hope you enjoy reconnecting with these two as much as we did.
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Owen disregarded the imaginary ropes he’d allowed Malcolm to bind him with and reached up, rubbing Malcolm’s chest through the trimmed thatch of fur on it and tweaking his nipples hard, just like Malcolm needed it in this mood. Malcolm didn’t like to admit he needed, but he did, and when he gave in and needed Owen, Owen was all about giving this man what he could.
Malcolm gritted his teeth—against the cold, or possibly something more, and there was no art in this, no refinement, just a heartfelt animal fuck, and Owen knew he was doing it fast before it got too uncomfortable for Owen.
“The things you do to me,” Malcolm whispered, his breathing almost louder than the words. “What you . . . make me feel. Damn.”
“Ah . . . oh Jesus! Malcolm, do you think it’s different for me?”
Malcolm’s eyes opened wide, surprised and bulging, and then his hips jerked spasmodically. “No! Not yet . . .” But it was too late, and obviously even out of Malcolm’s control, because he let loose an inarticulate sound and fell forward into Owen’s arms and came, his semen pumping hotly into Owen’s cold bowels because, once again, they’d forgotten the fucking condom.
Malcolm’s sweaty, stubbly face rubbed against Owen’s cheek. “I fucking love you, you know that?”
Owen laughed helplessly, and felt something burning behind his eyes. “God, I hope so, Malcolm. I stayed here because I love you too.”
Malcolm laughed into the hollow of Owen’s shoulder, the spasms making him jerk inside Owen, even as his cock was shrinking in aftermath. His laughter wasn’t as happy, though. Owen could hear the keen of hysteria in it.
“Good,” Malcolm breathed, obviously trying to still the laughter. “Good. I’m glad you feel that way. Do you think maybe we want to get tested, since we apparently love each other enough to forget the fucking condom?”
Owen heard that for what it was. Self-recrimination. Yes, Malcolm, you forgot the condom because you’re not used to being human yet. It’s okay. I forgive you.
With one hand he stroked Malcolm’s sweaty black curls back from his brow, and with the other, he gentled the hair down the back of his neck.
“Yeah, sure,” he said, kissing Malcolm on the temple. “That’s probably a good idea. But it doesn’t change the fact that I love you back, right? Forgetting the condom isn’t going to kill that.” Malcolm’s shoulders shook. “Just so you know,” he whispered, feeling unaccountably young, when he’d never felt young or out of his league in his life.
“Won’t kill a thing.” Malcolm pulled away just a little, sliding out of him and then rolling over, offering Owen the place on his shoulder. “We just have to work on it. We’ll make it work.”
He’d likely almost said “I’ll make it work,” because even Malcolm had to be aware that the biggest obstacles were in his thick head, but this sounded like he’d work on it, and that was plenty enough for Owen.
A magical weekend, a breathless declaration, a happy ever after . . . Right?
When Malcolm Kavanagh took his first step toward emotional maturity by declaring his love to Owen Watson, that was just the first chapter in their story. Anyone who’s ever been in love knows that happy endings take a lot more work than that.
One problem: Malcolm has never been in love. He doesn’t know the rules of a relationship and isn’t confident enough to trust that his is real. He learns the ropes by sharing his life and his flat with Owen, but relationship boot camp proves a challenge. Everything is a struggle, from accepting Owen’s low-status job to putting his boyfriend above his personal trainer.
Luckily, Owen knows a little more about relationships, and labors patiently to survive the first six weeks of their life together. From the art galleries of Cambridge to the tawdry majesty of the Dominion theatre, Owen adapts to England while Malcolm adapts to the whole human race. Maybe, if Owen is patient enough and Malcolm learns to give, the two of them can make it past Relationship Armageddon to a real happy ending.
Amy Lane exists happily with her noisy family in a crumbling suburban crapmansion, and equally happily with the surprisingly demanding voices who live in her head. She loves cats, movies, yarn, pretty colors, pretty men, shiny things, and Twu Wuv, and despises house cleaning, low fat granola bars, and vainglorious prickweenies. She can be found at her computer, dodging housework, or simultaneously reading, watching television, and knitting, because she likes to freak people out by proving it can be done.
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Aleksandr Voinov has been published for twenty years, both in print and ebook. He has ten years’ experience as a writing coach, book doctor, and writing teacher, and he works as a financial editor in the research department of a pan-European investment bank.
After co-authoring the M/M military cult classic Special Forces, Aleksandr embarked on a quest to write edgy, dark, sometimes literary M/M and gay fiction (much of which is romance/erotica)—the only way he can use his American Literature degree these days. He’s been published with Heyne/Random House, Carina Press, Samhain Publishing, Loose Id, Dreamspinner, Storm Moon Press, and others.
You can find Aleks at http://aleksandrvoinov.com.