Review / Blog Tour: Loverman (Sydney Stories #1) by BD Roca

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Loverman by B.D. Roca

Sydney Stories, Book 1
A rock star hiding a vicious crime.

A billionaire’s son fighting for his own identity.

Kemp Lansey and Charles Durant, once stepbrothers. One, now a famous singer. The other, a renowned photographer.

Reunited after eight years, Kemp tells himself that it’s just sex—fierce, damned near bloodletting sex.

Sex and a mutual understanding.

Kemp doesn’t want Charles’ millions.

Charles doesn’t want Kemp’s fame and glory.

Kemp tells himself he can have their new relationship, as long as Charles never finds out Kemp is guarding someone else’s secrets—secrets that drove them apart all those years ago. Secrets that could tear apart the life of someone Kemp loves. Secrets that could end their relationship.

Kemp walked away once. He should walk away again.

All he has to do is hide the truth from Charles.

Because Charles can’t know. Can he?

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MY REVIEW

Kemp, his sister, and Charles have history, especially Kemp and Charles. They were once stepbrothers. But something tore them apart. Kemp is now a rockstar, Charles is a billionaire and a photographer, and there's tension, lots of tension among the fierce chemistry that is always present among them.

I don't know how to do a review about this book without giving spoilers, so I'll just say it's very erotic, it's gritty, and nothing is pretty about this story. It's not romantic, it's not particularly loving, but it is very intense and intriguing and beyond steamy. I was immensely entertained by Charles and Kemp and I loved their journey.

Special Blog Tour Excerpt

As Charles had unlocked the door, his hands had been shaking. Kemp watched him, a knife blade of a line drawn between his brows.

This was not the man he knew.

Controlled, cool as ice outside the sack. Focused. Confident. Yeah, a rich man’s son—a very, very rich man’s son, and bred to the automatic privilege and power that gave him and not afraid to abuse it.

No, this man was letting masks slip he’d locked in place so well Kemp hadn’t even known they were there.

“You’ve a good imagination, Kemp,” Charles said, glancing about them. He went over to the deco sideboard and reached for the bottle of vodka on the drinks tray, poured himself a shot. He threw it back, wincing, then lifting the bottle, said, “You want one?”

“No. You’re having another?” More and more interesting. Kemp unpeeled himself from the wall and stalked over to him, drew that silky blond hair aside to press his lips to Charles’ throat. The man shivered, some of the tension going out of him. But still, he threw back that second shot, and that, that was so very unlike him that Kemp’s frown deepened and his fingers reached around to slide underneath Charles’ shirt, pushing up the fabric to smooth over the taut, hard muscle armouring his body. Muscle that he knew, for a certainty, Charles spent hours in the gym every week honing.

Mouth sucking at Charles’ neck, he reached up, rough fingertips sliding over a nipple, and Charles gasped.

“Kemp—” he groaned, shuddered as Kemp’s other hand cupped his cock through his jeans, strong fingers massaging him with increasing pressure until he was grinding helplessly into that masterful grip. “God, don’t, don’t stop—”

“Never going to,” Kemp bit back.

Taste of Charles’ skin on his tongue. Hermès cologne, but more, the sheer taste of Charles himself… Christ, yes. His teeth grazed vulnerable flesh. He squeezed Charles’ nipple between his fingers and smiled against Charles’ neck as he gasped, thrust his shielded cock harder into Kemp’s grip.

“I think you should pierce these nipples, Charles,” he drawled. “And you should do it tomorrow. The pain will take your mind off your other troubles.”

“What other—”

“Trust me. There’ll be shit to deal with. Besides, you’ve got the guiche piercings. Just add to the collection,” he added, gravel voice wickedly seductive against Charles’ ear. “A ring through each nipple. I’d like that. I’d like it very much.”

Charles swallowed, torn, Kemp sensed, between arousal and denial. “I—I can’t.”

“Because you think the outlines will show through your clothes, right?”

Charles nodded, grunted as Kemp released his nipple to unfasten his jeans.

Kemp laughed gently. “Charles, babe, that ship has sailed.” He spun Charles around to face him, unbuttoned his shirt until it hung half-open. “Those pictures downstairs made it quite clear exactly what a kinky little fucker you really are. So embrace it.”

Something hardened in that beautiful face. “You really are a shit.”
Kemp’s brows rose. “I see that my extensive vocabulary is contagious.”
“Fuck you—”

“Just get your clothes off, Charles. Leave the shirt on, though. You might thank me later.”

Charles scowled but did what he said. And Kemp glanced towards the closed doors leading to that rooftop garden. Fun. This could well be a memorable end to the evening.

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About the Author

BD Roca grew up in Brisbane, Australia and still misses the scent of frangipani and living in funky old Queensland houses. When not writing, she enjoys yoga, and the occasional glass of pinot, although not in combination. She can be reached at bdroca.author@gmail.com

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