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Do you like
college boys? It’s a time of experimentation. Erotic romance author Daisy
Harris takes readers on new excursions, whether it’s with her wet and wild
Urban Merman, the Love-Bots or her retelling of M/M mythology. Now, it’s time
to go back to school with College Boys, Men of Holsum College
1.
In the opening
chapter, Harris writes the syllabus for a misaligned romance: Wanting a bit
more privacy after the death of his mom, Chris moves into a single dorm in a
new residency. He ends up neighbors with Peter, who is gay and the guy Chris woke
cuddled against in a tent.
While Peter
obviously sports a “straight-man crush” on Chris, the straight-man fights his
own attraction:
“In clothes,
Peter seemed skinny. But topless, he was strapped with ropey muscle that ridged
along his sides. Maybe it was because he was mostly naked, but his walk was
sort of a strut. And—was that a nipple piercing?”
Although Holsum
is known as a small, liberal college, unfortunately, homophobia exists. Chris
fights against it in the opening chapters and tackles it head-on later. Along
the way, he questions his own sexuality but doesn’t dishonor Peter.
The minute Harris
explains the thin, makeshift wall separating the two dorm rooms, I immediately
waited for the scene when the wall comes down. She not quite that overt, but
the story definitely pays out – in a subtle, growing romance to full-on physical
contact. Harris delicately and artfully captures the intricacies within life
and the hearts of readers with these college boys.
Blurb:
College
Boys
[Men of Holsum College 1]
[Men of Holsum College 1]
by Daisy Harris
When soccer star
Chris moves next door to an openly-gay classmate, he doesn’t realize the wall
between their rooms will be so thin he’ll hear his neighbor’s every move. But
soon he and Peter become friends, and Chris is intrigued—imagining what happens
on the other side of the wall.
Active on the Queer Student Council, Peter wishes he wasn’t so damn hot for his straight neighbor. He can’t tell if Chris is flirting or in denial or what, but Chris’ innocent overtures lure Peter into flirtation that throws his world into chaos. Peter doesn’t want to date a closet case, but he desperately, passionately wants Chris.
Soon Chris must choose whether to run away from his new feelings or embrace a relationship with the guy he loves. And Peter must decide if he can give his heart to a guy who hasn’t yet figured it all out.
Active on the Queer Student Council, Peter wishes he wasn’t so damn hot for his straight neighbor. He can’t tell if Chris is flirting or in denial or what, but Chris’ innocent overtures lure Peter into flirtation that throws his world into chaos. Peter doesn’t want to date a closet case, but he desperately, passionately wants Chris.
Soon Chris must choose whether to run away from his new feelings or embrace a relationship with the guy he loves. And Peter must decide if he can give his heart to a guy who hasn’t yet figured it all out.
Excerpt:
Peter listened to the sound of Chris stomping around next door but
couldn’t figure out if Chris was trying to be loud for some reason or if he was
drunk. “Hey, Chris.” Peter had been going out of his way to be extra friendly
ever since their unfortunate date. Of course it hadn’t really been a date—Peter
had been completely delusional thinking that it was. But regardless, their
first attempt to interact outside of their connected room had been a disaster,
and Peter had been trying ever since to feel back on his footing.
“Heya Pete!” The volume and cadence of Chris’s voice told Peter that he
indeed was drunk. “Have a good night?”
Peter looked down at his chemistry textbook, open on his bed. He cursed
the professor who had set the midterm for Friday. Most classes’ midterms had
been earlier in the week, and the entire campus seemed to have started their
post-test celebrations early. “Just cramming for the test tomorrow.”
“Aw, man. Forgot about that. Sucks you still have one left.”
“Yeah.” Peter closed the book and set it aside. His vision had gone
blurry from hours of staring at diagrams.
“You should blow off some steam,” Chris said through the wall. His voice
was different—quieter and more tentative.
Peter wasn’t sure what he meant, so he just answered, “Yeah, I’ve got a
couple parties lined up for tomorrow night.”
From next door, Peter heard some moving around and then the sound of
Chris’s door opening. Still, Chris’s knock startled him and Peter looked up.
“Yeah? Come on in.”
He knew it was Chris, but that didn’t stop Peter from feeling
lightheaded when he saw the other boy in his doorway. A red blush striped
Chris’s cheeks, but Peter couldn’t tell if it was from the cold outside or if
he was embarrassed. His blond hair seemed to sparkle under the hallway lights.
“Can I come in?”
Peter blinked. “Uh, sure.” He piled his books and papers onto the floor
and shuffled to the far end of the bed. The only other place to sit was a
chair, and Peter’s pulse raced as he wondered whether Chris would chose the
seat or flop down on his mattress.
He almost swallowed his tongue when Chris did the latter, bouncing like
a happy Labrador onto Peter’s bed. Peter could smell the beer and sweat on him
and under that the rich masculine scent Chris always left behind in the
showers.
“So, you wanna watch porn tonight?” Chris gestured over to Peter’s
laptop sitting on his shelf. He stretched out, leaning back on Peter’s throw
pillows as if he hadn’t just suggested something insane.
“Um…” Peter wasn’t sure how to respond. He didn’t want to embarrass
himself in case he was somehow misinterpreting Chris’s suggestion. “Really?”
“Man, you should see your face.” Chris slapped his arm in that
mock-fighting way he had in the car. He looked at Peter with his big, blue
eyes—all innocence and temptation. “C’mon, it’s no big deal.”
Peter tried to cover his panic with a snicker. “It’s not every day
someone asks me on a porn date.” He hoped Chris was too wasted to hear his
voice tremble. Ever since Chris’ birthday a couple weeks back, his soccer
buddies had been pushing him to drink past his limit. Normally, it pissed Peter
off, but that night he was grateful Chris probably wouldn’t remember. “I should
have bought you a corsage.”
“Dumbass.” Chris socked him in the arm again, though this time it was
less of a slap and more of a stroke. He smiled in that good-natured,
country-boy way of his. “I used to watch it with my old roommates all the
time.”
Peter smirked. “How very heterosexual of you.”
Chris ignored his snide remark and used his bare foot to point at the
laptop, as if he was too lazy to get out of Peter’s bed. “Load it up, man. I
want to be shocked and awed.”
“Fine.” Peter stood just far enough to reach for his computer. He tried
to distance himself emotionally from what was going on, even though his cock
was already hard and his skin felt so tingly he worried he’d climb onto Chris’s
lap.
“So, do you have a favorite site or something?” Chris curled up to
cross-legged, his eyes intent on the screen. He bit his nail, looking sexy as
hell—excited and curious.
God. Peter thought
he was going to burst into flames. He wished he were drunk, too. Then he’d have
an excuse to lean in and kiss Chris’s damp, pink lips. Peter could touch him,
maybe fondle him or offer a blow job. And if Chris turned him down, he could
blame it on the alcohol the next day. But unfortunately, Peter was stone-cold
sober and too much of a chicken anyway. “Yeah, there are a few I like.” He
tried to sound nonchalant, though his hand shook as he struggled to use the
touch screen. “Some can be pretty gross.”
He opened a site that he thought wouldn’t freak Chris out too badly. The
guys were clean-cut and young. The lighting was good. Everyone used condoms.
“So, um…What do you wanna watch?”
Peter couldn’t look at Chris as he waited for the answer. He kept his
eyes glued to the screen as if the thumbnail pictures were the most fascinating
things he’d ever seen. But he listened with every fiber of his being for what
Chris would reply.
“Uh…what do you mean?”
Confused, Peter turned his head to find Chris only inches from his face.
Chris was looking at the computer, his body lined up with Peter’s but not
touching. And unlike Peter, who had only pretended to be riveted to the screen,
Chris was staring at the images with wide eyes, like he was terrified and
fascinated all at once.
About Daisy Harris
Birkenstock-wearing glamour girl and mother of two by immaculate
conception, Daisy Harris still isn’t sure if she writes erotica. Her paranormal
romances start out innocently enough. However, her characters behave like
complete sluts. Much to Miss Harris’s dismay, the sex tends to get completely
out of hand.
If you like science-y
subplots, fantastical creatures, and red-hot chemistry, you’ll love Daisy
Harris.
website: www.thedaisyharris.com
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