Sinders and Ash
The Pennymaker Tales Series
by Tara Lain
an MM Fairy Tale Romance
an MM Fairy Tale Romance
Blurb:
Housekeeper Mark Sintorella (Sinders) works diligently at a resort hotel while designing clothes anonymously, hoping to get into fashion school. Then his carefully planned life is upended with the arrival of Ashford Armitage, son of the fifth richest man in America—and the most beautiful guy Mark has ever seen. Ash must find a wife or he’ll lose his grandfather’s inheritance, and he settles on Bitsy Fanderel. But secretly Ash is gay, and the guy who cleans the fireplaces sets his heart ablaze.
Further stirring the pot is the little elf of a man, Carstairs Pennymaker, who has Mark wearing his own designs and masquerading as a girl to impress the fashion investors in the hotel. When the clock strikes twelve, two beautiful princesses line up for the wedding—but one isn’t a woman. Will the slipper fit? Only Mr. Pennymaker knows for sure.
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Excerpt
R-Rated Kitchen Scene
His heart hammered. He cradled Mark’s face, his fingers overlapping the knit of
the cap. Mark’s breath smelled like coconut, and his lips looked more delicious than the
crème brûlée. Okay, be gentle. Don’t scare him. Gently he laid his lips against Mark’s.
One second. Sweet. Two seconds. Exploration. Three seconds. Hot! Oh God, heat crept
from that soft contact up to Ash’s head and straight down to his cock. Whoa. Down, boy.
He pulled back. Needed more control.
Before he got an inch away, Mark grabbed his head and pulled him back until his
tongue pressed like a hot intruder into Ash’s mouth. Oh yeah. Ash slid his hands down
Mark’s round butt and tugged him close. Hmmm. Got a nice moan on that one. Mark ate
at Ash’s mouth, sucking in his lips. His tongue pressed deep. Wow. This guy was not
kidding. Had Ash just thought he should go easy?
Mark pulled back a little and sipped at Ash’s lips, then ran his tongue over the
bottom one. First outside and then… oh God, he slipped his tongue inside Ash’s lip and
caressed that soft, sensitive skin.
Sweet Jesus, he couldn’t stand up. Ash leaned back hard against the counter, but
he knew his knees were crumpling. Strong hands reached around and smoothed over his
ass, and then a finger pressed against the crack of his butt like Mark was tracing the seam
of the denim—up and down. Jesus, Ash’s cock throbbed. Too much blood in there. Too
long since that cock had any exercise. He wanted to rip his pants down and let that finger
do its business where it belonged.
Like Mark had read his mind, one hand moved to the front and began to unfasten
the buttons on Ash’s fly. Shit, he couldn’t help it. His hips pushed forward, forcing his
cock against that hand like a puppy looking for milk.
Mark murmured, “Yessss.” He undid the last button, slipped his hand into the top
of Ash’s boxer briefs, and found the promised land. Hand met cock. Why had Ash ever
thought this guy was shy and virginal? Dear God, he was hot!
Mark’s fingers were callused, a little scratchy, but so nice. The slight abrasion on
his sensitive cockhead about sent Ash into the sink in a good way. “Oh God.”
There was a smile in Mark’s voice. Ash couldn’t quite open his eyes to see it.
“You want more?”
Ash nodded. Nothing happened. “Yes. Yes, I want more.” That gasping was not
cool. He didn’t care. This was too good.
His jeans began to move down his hips, to his thighs, and then they fell to his
knees. The boxers got ripped down after.
“Hmmmm.” The sound came from around his knees. Shit, what did that mean?
Hmmmm bad or hmmmm good?
“Is it okay to suck without latex? Am I safe?”
Suck. God, he was going to get sucked. “Oh, uh, yes. I’ve been ridiculously
careful. Part of my paranoia, and actually I haven’t had very many partners.”
“Good.”
Ohhhhh God! No prelim. Just cock into hot mouth in one delicious, fantastic,
mind-bending swallow. Every nerve flashed hot. He giggled. “I almost came.”
Mark popped the cock from his mouth. “Wanted to be sure you were awake.”
the cap. Mark’s breath smelled like coconut, and his lips looked more delicious than the
crème brûlée. Okay, be gentle. Don’t scare him. Gently he laid his lips against Mark’s.
One second. Sweet. Two seconds. Exploration. Three seconds. Hot! Oh God, heat crept
from that soft contact up to Ash’s head and straight down to his cock. Whoa. Down, boy.
He pulled back. Needed more control.
Before he got an inch away, Mark grabbed his head and pulled him back until his
tongue pressed like a hot intruder into Ash’s mouth. Oh yeah. Ash slid his hands down
Mark’s round butt and tugged him close. Hmmm. Got a nice moan on that one. Mark ate
at Ash’s mouth, sucking in his lips. His tongue pressed deep. Wow. This guy was not
kidding. Had Ash just thought he should go easy?
Mark pulled back a little and sipped at Ash’s lips, then ran his tongue over the
bottom one. First outside and then… oh God, he slipped his tongue inside Ash’s lip and
caressed that soft, sensitive skin.
Sweet Jesus, he couldn’t stand up. Ash leaned back hard against the counter, but
he knew his knees were crumpling. Strong hands reached around and smoothed over his
ass, and then a finger pressed against the crack of his butt like Mark was tracing the seam
of the denim—up and down. Jesus, Ash’s cock throbbed. Too much blood in there. Too
long since that cock had any exercise. He wanted to rip his pants down and let that finger
do its business where it belonged.
Like Mark had read his mind, one hand moved to the front and began to unfasten
the buttons on Ash’s fly. Shit, he couldn’t help it. His hips pushed forward, forcing his
cock against that hand like a puppy looking for milk.
Mark murmured, “Yessss.” He undid the last button, slipped his hand into the top
of Ash’s boxer briefs, and found the promised land. Hand met cock. Why had Ash ever
thought this guy was shy and virginal? Dear God, he was hot!
Mark’s fingers were callused, a little scratchy, but so nice. The slight abrasion on
his sensitive cockhead about sent Ash into the sink in a good way. “Oh God.”
There was a smile in Mark’s voice. Ash couldn’t quite open his eyes to see it.
“You want more?”
Ash nodded. Nothing happened. “Yes. Yes, I want more.” That gasping was not
cool. He didn’t care. This was too good.
His jeans began to move down his hips, to his thighs, and then they fell to his
knees. The boxers got ripped down after.
“Hmmmm.” The sound came from around his knees. Shit, what did that mean?
Hmmmm bad or hmmmm good?
“Is it okay to suck without latex? Am I safe?”
Suck. God, he was going to get sucked. “Oh, uh, yes. I’ve been ridiculously
careful. Part of my paranoia, and actually I haven’t had very many partners.”
“Good.”
Ohhhhh God! No prelim. Just cock into hot mouth in one delicious, fantastic,
mind-bending swallow. Every nerve flashed hot. He giggled. “I almost came.”
Mark popped the cock from his mouth. “Wanted to be sure you were awake.”
About the Author
Tara Lain writes the Beautiful Boys of Romance in LGBT erotic romance novels that star her unique, charismatic heroes. Her first novel was published in January of 2011 and she’s now somewhere around book 23. Her bestselling novels have garnered awards for Best Series, Best Contemporary Romance, Best Ménage, Best LGBT Romance, Best Gay Characters, and Tara has been named Best Writer of the Year in the LRC Awards. In her other job, Tara owns an advertising and public relations firm. She often does workshops on both author promotion and writing craft.
She lives with her soulmate husband and her soulmate dog in Laguna Beach, California, a pretty seaside town where she sets a lot of her books. Passionate about diversity, justice, and new experiences, Tara says on her tombstone it will say “Yes”!
You can find Tara at
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