Book One in Saving Liam Series
Contemporary M/M Romance
North Shore Press
Available HERE
You do
what you have to do to survive. For eighteen-year-old Liam Newman that means
living the life of a gay porn star, a job he loathes. He isn't a star. He's a
prisoner and his warden is the man who saved him from the cold Vancouver streets.
Justin
has been Liam's next-door neighbor for two years and has had a crush on him for
just as long. Oblivious to Liam's porn career, he's content to mind his own
business about Liam's turbulent relationship until the truth stumbles drunk
into his apartment one night and he realizes something must be done.
When
Liam's boyfriend turned producer decides rent boys make more money than porn
stars Liam's nightmare takes a horrible turn. Justin must find a way to rescue
him before it's too late.
He hated Tuesdays. Hated them beyond mere loathing, but he
didn’t have a word for what came after loathing. Despised seemed far too
civilized.
Liam stood in the bedroom with his back to the mirrored
closet doors so he wouldn’t have to look at himself and ignored the brush of
heavy terrycloth against his skin. That robe represented everything he hated
about his life. His stomach churned with resentment that made it tempting to
lock himself in the bathroom. Too bad that wouldn’t do any good.
He heard the dreaded knock at the front door on the far
side of the apartment and the knot in his stomach pulled tight. There had been
a time when that sound had made him want to hurl chunks. He supposed the lack
of terror was an improvement of sorts.
“You ready, Babe?” Cord called from the living room.
“Yeah,” he called back, “why the hell not,” he muttered to
himself.
He padded out of the room struggling to feel something
besides annoyance as Cord opened the front door to welcome the man he’d be
sharing a bed with for the next eight hours. He was compact and bulky with
short-cropped bottle-blonde hair, and a tan he obviously hadn’t gotten from the
Vancouver sun.
Liam flopped into a chair near the kitchen and pretended
to be engrossed in one of Cord’s trade magazines. He saw no reason to
acknowledge the rented cock of the day until absolutely necessary. Instead, he
flipped pages while Cord talked about positions and emotion in a lecture he
didn’t need to hear. He’d been doing this twice a week every week for years. He
knew the routine. It didn't matter that a hundred shoots a year wasn't the
industry standard. It was Cord's standard.
He ignored Bulky Blonde as the actor stripped out of his
clothes to give Cord a look at what he had to work with that afternoon. There
was nothing new on that body. They all looked the same: tan, toned, and
tattooed. He didn’t need to see it. He’d get a very good look over the course
of the day.
He stifled a sigh he knew would sound petulant and turned
another page without seeing anything on it. Cord hated it when he pouted. He
could be angry and resentful as long as he did what he was told. Pouting would
just get him a pep talk full of lies. Those weren’t new either.
DP Denman
writes character-driven gay romance about survivors. Her stories are real and
intense but always resolve in the type of ending that makes readers want to
start the book all over again. She is from the Pacific Northwest and bases all of her stories in Vancouver, British Columbia, a city that is dear to her
heart.
In her
spare time she is a dedicated gay rights activist fighting for those who have
been marginalized and abused. To that end, 25% of the royalties from every book
go to support LGBT charities.
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Thanks for having me on your blog, Dawn! =D
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