Falling Bundle

The complete Falling series now bundled!


At thirty-five, the charming Max is finally getting bored with picking up a different man every night. He’s looking for something a little more challenging when he meets Arjen—smart, successful and stubbornly in denial about his sexuality. It’s a fight just to make Arjen admit that he wants Max; every kiss risks scaring him away. Max enjoys pursuing him, but if he finally gets Arjen into his bed, he may no longer want to walk away. When you’ve never been in love before, it’s a terrifyingly long way to fall…


Eleven MM erotic romances adding up to 57,500 words. Contains:


#1—LOSS OF CONTROL (now free!)

#2—EDGE OF DANGER

#3—FEAR OF FALLING

#4—MOMENT OF TRUTH

#5—LEAP OF FAITH

#6—LIGHT OF DAWN

#7—DEPTH OF FEELING

#8—PROOF OF POSSESSION

#9—BATTLE OF WILLS

#10—DAY OF REST

#11—TEST OF FAITH


Excerpt from #4—MOMENT OF TRUTH:


Arjen stopped when he was still a dozen feet away. “No,” he said. “Absolutely not.”


Max stretched out on the park bench, his fingers laced behind his head, and ran his eyes lazily up and down Arjen’s lean frame. “You look good.” Good enough to eat. Arjen glowed in the sunshine, with his sharply chiselled features, his dark hair ruffled by the breeze, a leaf or two catching in the collar of his coat. The chill had brought out the colour in his face.


“Why the hell did you want me to meet you in a park?”


“It’s sunny.” Max pointed out the obvious. Autumn was truly setting in now, a crisp bite in the air, the leaves starting to turn colours. Families strolled through the huge sweep of the park with their puppies and children scampering around them. Away down the tumbling slope, woodland gathered in a hollow, filling it with shadow.


Max crooked a finger. “Come here.”


Arjen folded his arms, staying right where he was. He was particularly handsome when he was smouldering like this, his dark eyes narrow. “I don’t think so, Max. This is just sex, nothing more. So I don’t see the need to hold hands in a park like we’re teenage sweethearts.”


Max’s jaw set. One day he was going to get through a conversation without Arjen coldly reminding him that Arjen had no interest in him whatsoever outside of bed. “You’re trying my patience, Arjen.”


“Your patience?” Arjen was getting steadily louder. Heads turned. “You wanted it like this. You kicked me out of bed the first time we slept together. You told me that this was nothing, it was meaningless to you. So we’re meeting to f**k. That’s all.”


That was it. Max jumped to his feet and stalked toward him.


Arjen held his ground, his chin coming up; he was four inches shorter than Max but rarely shrank like most people did when Max was looming over them. “You’re not going to—”


Max caught his face in both hands and kissed him. Hard. The fire of that first touch ignited in him, filling him with heat; he kissed him like there was no oxygen and only Arjen could save him from suffocating. Arjen melted into him like he always did, hands coming up to grip Max’s lapels, and Max slid a hand down his spine to yank him against him so tight Arjen gasped. He kissed Arjen into breathless silence before finally taking his mouth away. “No more talking,” Max said.