A Contemporary MM Fantasy from Amber Allure
Sinders and Ash
Work hard, stay anonymous and don’t expect much. That’s resort housekeeper Mark Sintorella’s philosophy of life. After being kicked out of his family home at sixteen for being gay, Mark knows what it takes to survive. But how is he going to stay anonymous when he wants to be recognized as a great fashion designer? And how can he control his expectations when he’s desperately attracted to Ashton Armitage, the son of the fifth richest man in America? If Ash doesn’t find a woman to marry he’s going to lose his inheritance, but he can’t seem to resist the beautiful kid who cleans fireplaces while hiding behind a black cap and heavy glasses. And then this crazy elf of a man, Carstairs Pennymaker, has Mark running around looking like a fashion model wearing gorgeous women’s clothes. The clock strikes twelve and the wedding follows the ball. Two beautiful princesses line up for attention. But one isn’t interested and one isn’t a woman. Who will be the bride? Will the shoe fit? Only his fairy godmother knows for sure.
Sinders and Ash--
A Whole New Take on a Fairy Tale Romance
A Whole New Take on a Fairy Tale Romance
Inspiration for hero, Mark Sintorella "Sinders"
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Excerpt: Sinders and Ash by Tara Lain; MM Contemporary Fantasy
Amber Allure
The hall beyond the door was dim, with only two yellow service lights. Shoot. Ash looked down. He wished he didn’t have on flip-flops. They made a little flapping noise, but he wasn’t brave enough to try this dank corridor barefoot. Still, he felt the need to hurry. Stepping softly, he raced down the hall to where it turned. Sounds. He stopped.
“Ummmph. Get the fuck off. Get away. Quit.”
Ash tore around the corner and saw just what he expected. The big asshole had the kid pushed face first into the wall. He had Sinder’s jeans halfway down his ass and his big, disgusting cock pointed right at it. The bastard. Okay, so fighting didn’t come up that often in the day-to-day life of a billionaire’s son. A couple of paparazzi had gotten a push, but not much more. Still…ten years of off and on martial arts had to be worth something. Don’t warn the asshole.
Step. Thud. Wap. His fist connected with the guy’s jaw. Shit! He forgot how much hitting hurt! But it satisfied his soul to punch that asshole with all his force.
“Ow.” Scary’s head snapped back and he reeled a couple steps away from Sinders. Not down. Damn. Have to hit him again. Ash took a breath and pulled back to strike. The guy raised his fists to block.
Ash saw the moment the ugly dude finally realized whom he was about to hit. His face froze.
You should be afraid.
Scary glanced at his own fists, stepped back farther and, without even tucking his cock in his drawers, turned and ran back up the hall toward the door he had come in. Ash stepped after him. “Keep running, asshole.”
Ash rested his hands on his knees. Hitting a guy for real was different than karate make-believe. It looked so easy in the movies. His hand hurt like hell and the adrenaline made it hard to breathe.
Too quiet. He looked up. Sinders huddled against the wall, one hand holding his pants up at his hip, the other covering his eyes. From a few feet away, Ash could see him shaking.
“Are you okay, kid?”
The head nodded in some roundabout direction that could mean yes or no.
“Hey, you’re okay now.” Ash walked closer to the guy. “He won’t be back and when I’m done with the owner of the hotel, you won’t have to worry about him ever again.”
The boy’s head shook again, but he still huddled by the wall barely dressed. He was terrified. Hell, Ash would have sworn nothing could get that young man down. He stepped closer and put his hand on Sinder’s arm. The boy tensed and started to pull away, stopped and just crumpled like a wet sock. Shit. Ash caught him before he hit the floor and pulled him up into his arms. “Whoa. You don’t want to be on that floor, kid. You don’t know where it’s been.”
Sinders smiled. Just a slight turn of the lips, but it counted. Didn’t stop shaking, though. “It’s okay. I got you.”
“S-sorry.”
“Nothing to be sorry for. That guy was big and ugly. Don’t be afraid anymore.”
“N-not him. Before him. Can’t talk about it.” Sinders kind of burrowed into Ash’s arms, making little hiccupping sounds, his body shaking like the proverbial leaf. Okay, that felt interesting. Ash tightened his arms. The kid was tall, but Ash was taller, so Sinders could push his face into the crook of Ash’s neck like he was hiding from the bogeyman.
Not too experienced at the comfort thing, Ash rubbed a hand up the man’s back. God, he was lean, hard and supple. Really different from any feel he’d ever had under his hands before.
The shaking seemed to slow a little. The sounds softened. Ash just kept stroking.
Good. Seemed to be working. The boy’s breath misted warm on his neck. Quieter. Quiet. Still.
Sinder’s head pulled out from Ash’s neck. Ash gazed down at that silly cap, then the kid slowly looked up at him. Somewhere, those ugly glasses had been knocked askew and all Ash saw were eyes so deep they’d swallow mastodons and preserve them for a thousand years. Hold. Gaze.
He felt the kid’s chest expand against his own. Sinder’s arm twitched, then slowly his hand snaked up behind Ash’s neck. The fingers were rough, calloused and they circled gently on Ash’s skin. More goose bumps. Nice this time. For an instant, Sinders froze, hand pressed, but not decided. He made this little noise. Ohhh. The fingers slipped into Ash’s hair and tightened. Slow motion. It probably took a half second, but Ash felt like he saw every detail of the boy’s pretty mouth— pink, pouting, trembling—getting closer until his face blocked out Ash’s sight and wild heat attacked his lips. Crap. Hot. Soft. How did this happen?
The kid’s fingers dug into his hair and his soft tongue pressed against Ash’s startled lips. Oh God, open. Ash’s lips parted on their own. Invasion of sweetness. Like his birthday.
Sinder’s tongue pressed its advantage and took possession of the field. Did that moan he heard came from his own throat?
His hands gripped Sinder’s lean hips, where the unfastened jeans were nearly falling down again. Closer. Come closer. Ash dragged him tight against his own straining erection. What was he doing? He didn’t know. Too sweet, too hot to think. Sinders ate at his mouth, like a starving man, making soft, mewling noises. Ash pressed his body against the boy, pushing him back against the wall.
It was like an alarm went off. When Sinders hit that wall, his head flipped up, and Ash looked into wide, startled dark eyes.
“Shit, no. What am I… I’m so sorry. Oh God, please forgive me. I’m so sorry.”
The kid grabbed his sagging jeans, made a wailing sound and ran down the hall.
Ash gasped for breath. His cock strained against his shorts like a pole in a circus tent. What the fuck had just happened?
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The hall beyond the door was dim, with only two yellow service lights. Shoot. Ash looked down. He wished he didn’t have on flip-flops. They made a little flapping noise, but he wasn’t brave enough to try this dank corridor barefoot. Still, he felt the need to hurry. Stepping softly, he raced down the hall to where it turned. Sounds. He stopped.
“Ummmph. Get the fuck off. Get away. Quit.”
Ash tore around the corner and saw just what he expected. The big asshole had the kid pushed face first into the wall. He had Sinder’s jeans halfway down his ass and his big, disgusting cock pointed right at it. The bastard. Okay, so fighting didn’t come up that often in the day-to-day life of a billionaire’s son. A couple of paparazzi had gotten a push, but not much more. Still…ten years of off and on martial arts had to be worth something. Don’t warn the asshole.
Step. Thud. Wap. His fist connected with the guy’s jaw. Shit! He forgot how much hitting hurt! But it satisfied his soul to punch that asshole with all his force.
“Ow.” Scary’s head snapped back and he reeled a couple steps away from Sinders. Not down. Damn. Have to hit him again. Ash took a breath and pulled back to strike. The guy raised his fists to block.
Ash saw the moment the ugly dude finally realized whom he was about to hit. His face froze.
You should be afraid.
Scary glanced at his own fists, stepped back farther and, without even tucking his cock in his drawers, turned and ran back up the hall toward the door he had come in. Ash stepped after him. “Keep running, asshole.”
Ash rested his hands on his knees. Hitting a guy for real was different than karate make-believe. It looked so easy in the movies. His hand hurt like hell and the adrenaline made it hard to breathe.
Too quiet. He looked up. Sinders huddled against the wall, one hand holding his pants up at his hip, the other covering his eyes. From a few feet away, Ash could see him shaking.
“Are you okay, kid?”
The head nodded in some roundabout direction that could mean yes or no.
“Hey, you’re okay now.” Ash walked closer to the guy. “He won’t be back and when I’m done with the owner of the hotel, you won’t have to worry about him ever again.”
The boy’s head shook again, but he still huddled by the wall barely dressed. He was terrified. Hell, Ash would have sworn nothing could get that young man down. He stepped closer and put his hand on Sinder’s arm. The boy tensed and started to pull away, stopped and just crumpled like a wet sock. Shit. Ash caught him before he hit the floor and pulled him up into his arms. “Whoa. You don’t want to be on that floor, kid. You don’t know where it’s been.”
Sinders smiled. Just a slight turn of the lips, but it counted. Didn’t stop shaking, though. “It’s okay. I got you.”
“S-sorry.”
“Nothing to be sorry for. That guy was big and ugly. Don’t be afraid anymore.”
“N-not him. Before him. Can’t talk about it.” Sinders kind of burrowed into Ash’s arms, making little hiccupping sounds, his body shaking like the proverbial leaf. Okay, that felt interesting. Ash tightened his arms. The kid was tall, but Ash was taller, so Sinders could push his face into the crook of Ash’s neck like he was hiding from the bogeyman.
Not too experienced at the comfort thing, Ash rubbed a hand up the man’s back. God, he was lean, hard and supple. Really different from any feel he’d ever had under his hands before.
The shaking seemed to slow a little. The sounds softened. Ash just kept stroking.
Good. Seemed to be working. The boy’s breath misted warm on his neck. Quieter. Quiet. Still.
Sinder’s head pulled out from Ash’s neck. Ash gazed down at that silly cap, then the kid slowly looked up at him. Somewhere, those ugly glasses had been knocked askew and all Ash saw were eyes so deep they’d swallow mastodons and preserve them for a thousand years. Hold. Gaze.
He felt the kid’s chest expand against his own. Sinder’s arm twitched, then slowly his hand snaked up behind Ash’s neck. The fingers were rough, calloused and they circled gently on Ash’s skin. More goose bumps. Nice this time. For an instant, Sinders froze, hand pressed, but not decided. He made this little noise. Ohhh. The fingers slipped into Ash’s hair and tightened. Slow motion. It probably took a half second, but Ash felt like he saw every detail of the boy’s pretty mouth— pink, pouting, trembling—getting closer until his face blocked out Ash’s sight and wild heat attacked his lips. Crap. Hot. Soft. How did this happen?
The kid’s fingers dug into his hair and his soft tongue pressed against Ash’s startled lips. Oh God, open. Ash’s lips parted on their own. Invasion of sweetness. Like his birthday.
Sinder’s tongue pressed its advantage and took possession of the field. Did that moan he heard came from his own throat?
His hands gripped Sinder’s lean hips, where the unfastened jeans were nearly falling down again. Closer. Come closer. Ash dragged him tight against his own straining erection. What was he doing? He didn’t know. Too sweet, too hot to think. Sinders ate at his mouth, like a starving man, making soft, mewling noises. Ash pressed his body against the boy, pushing him back against the wall.
It was like an alarm went off. When Sinders hit that wall, his head flipped up, and Ash looked into wide, startled dark eyes.
“Shit, no. What am I… I’m so sorry. Oh God, please forgive me. I’m so sorry.”
The kid grabbed his sagging jeans, made a wailing sound and ran down the hall.
Ash gasped for breath. His cock strained against his shorts like a pole in a circus tent. What the fuck had just happened?
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The Romance Studio reviewer Teresa T says:
"I don't know who I was more in love with at the end, Mark and Ash were so good, that I could feel nothing but joy when they got it together! I was already a fan of Ms. Lain and her books, but now I am a HUGE fan! There is only one of her books I don't have yet, but I'll be going to get it now!"
"I don't know who I was more in love with at the end, Mark and Ash were so good, that I could feel nothing but joy when they got it together! I was already a fan of Ms. Lain and her books, but now I am a HUGE fan! There is only one of her books I don't have yet, but I'll be going to get it now!"
Literary Nymphs reviewer Chocolate Minx says:
5 Nymphs!
Tara Lain has created a splendid heartwarming saga with sizzling lovemaking. Sinders And Ash is an extremely enjoyable happy-ever-after modern day fairytale.
5 Nymphs!
Tara Lain has created a splendid heartwarming saga with sizzling lovemaking. Sinders And Ash is an extremely enjoyable happy-ever-after modern day fairytale.
QMO Books reviewer Lena Grey says:
5 Stars!
"I'd recommend this book to anyone who wants to read an enjoyable, sensual story full of charm, wit, age-old wisdom, and of course, as with all fairy tales, a happily ever after ending."
5 Stars!
"I'd recommend this book to anyone who wants to read an enjoyable, sensual story full of charm, wit, age-old wisdom, and of course, as with all fairy tales, a happily ever after ending."
MM Good Book Reviews reviewer Portia says:
5 Hearts!
Tara Lain is brilliant. She writes love stories that feed my romantic soul. Sinders and Ash is sweet and sexy and I highly recommend it. I hope she is somewhere thinking of other poor charges that Mr. Pennymaker can work a little magic for.
5 Hearts!
Tara Lain is brilliant. She writes love stories that feed my romantic soul. Sinders and Ash is sweet and sexy and I highly recommend it. I hope she is somewhere thinking of other poor charges that Mr. Pennymaker can work a little magic for.
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