Rhea Regale

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Update on Casanova Cowboys

Hello everyone!

Just a reminder, if you haven’t popped over to my Leah Blake website, be sure to visit (www.leahblake.com).  I’ve been working on my Alternative Romance series for the moment, and there’s always something new and exciting happening.  I’ve updated the Boys of Sinn Island page on this site, so keep up to date with all the upcoming releases.  🙂

I still have two Casanova Cowboys books to write.  Landon and Colton will have their stories told.  I apologize for the delay.  I have not forgotten about my Ryders and they will make a reappearance soon.  I’m aiming for 2015, but I have to see what Leah Blake has in store for everyone 😉

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On another note, the fifth book in the Boys of Sinn Island series is coming out this Saturday, October 11th.  Here’s a small preview of what’s in store for everyone.

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Jeremy Cortez and Dylan Hughes have been best friends for six years. Add in one week of intense intimacy when Jeremy finally gave into his desires for men, and there is nothing they haven’t done together.

All of that’s about to change when Jeremy hooks his hopes on creating a future with his current lover, who is also a regular guest on Sinn. As much as Jeremy wants something permanent, he can’t get over the guilt of leaving Dylan, or wash away the attraction he feels toward his best friend.

Dylan fell in love with Jeremy years ago, but has always kept his fierce emotions under wraps. When he catches Jeremy’s lover in the hands of two women at Breakers, his first and only instinct is to protect Jeremy’s heart, whatever cost to his own.

The cost is crushing, as Dylan and Jeremy find themselves fighting to save their friendship, and the unspoken love they hold for each other.

Excerpt:

Jeremy started to step into the apartment, but Dylan shoved him back onto the stoop, following him out and pulling the door closed behind him.

“Are you fucking mad?” Dylan raked a hand through his tousled hair and hitched a thumb over his shoulder. “You’re gonna wake my sister and her kids. You do that, and there’ll be hell to pay.”

“I’ve already paid those dues. I paid this weekend. The whole fucking weekend having to live with what I did, or what I didn’t do.” He rushed his words, desperate for Dylan to hear everything he had to say before he lost the chance to explain himself. Jeremy shifted, suddenly uncomfortable under Dylan’s closed glower. The man stood before him in a pair of gym shorts and T-shirt, looking appealing and sexy to a degree that simply shouldn’t be legal. “I got home and you weren’t there.”

Dylan lifted a brow and crossed his arms over his chest. “And you thought it was a good idea to track me down in the middle of the night?”

“Yes!” Jeremy reached for his shoulders. Ice crackled along his spine when Dylan leaned away from him. “Dylan, I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry. I was a dick. I know it—“

“Hey, wait.” Dylan lifted a hand. “We’re not going to talk about this now. It’s almost two in the morning.”

Jeremy grabbed his wrist when he reached back for the doorknob. “No. We are going to talk now because I don’t want to go back to our apartment without you.” Jeremy wedged himself between Dylan and the door, forcing his friend to look him in the eye. The nearness to Dylan lit him on fire, a fire he no longer cared to fight. “I want you. I want you to come back home with me. I don’t want to be without you. I’m a fool for not seeing it sooner, but I’m seeing it now.”

Dylan licked his lips and looked away, his forehead creased. His mouth set in a firm line. His jaw ticked as he ground his teeth.

Good signs. All good signs.

Jeremy cupped the side of his face. Dylan twisted his head, pulling out of the tender touch.

“Please. Let’s go get a hotel room somewhere nearby so we don’t disturb your sister, and I’ll help you get everything out of here tomorrow morning.”

Dylan shook his head. “No.”

The hopeful grin that had been plastered to Jeremy’s face waned. Dylan looked at him, torment and stubbornness stirring in his eyes.

“No.”

“No?” Jeremy repeated.

“You heard me, Jeremy.” Dylan sighed. “I’ve tried to be everything you could want, but even someone like me comes to a breaking point. That breaking point was when I saw how easily manipulated you were by that asshole. Six years of friendship. Six years of secrets. Six years, Jeremy, for a man you’ve known barely two months.” He gave Jeremy’s hand on Dylan’s wrists a pointed look. “When you won’t listen to reason, I’ve got to wonder about logic. I won’t leave myself vulnerable to be hurt like that again. Not by you.”

Jeremy’s soul wept, but he refused to walk away. “Dylan, don’t do this.”

“I didn’t do it.” The look Dylan pinned him with was as lethal as a spear in skilled hands. “You did.”

Dylan grabbed the doorknob and opened the door. Jeremy reached back and pulled it shut, fighting against Dylan’s resistance.

“No. We’re not ending six years like this.” The door slammed, rattling in the frame. He forced Dylan away from the building, down the handful of stairs to the landing. “I won’t let us end like this. Whatever it takes, I’ll earn your forgiveness.”

Jeremy dropped to his knees, hitting the concrete with a force he’d regret come the morning. He wrapped his arms around Dylan’s waist, fisting his fingers in the man’s T-shirt. Despite the moisture hanging in the air, he could smell a hint of Dylan’s arousal and tried desperately not to notice the bulge in the shorts.

A very difficult feat by the size of the bulge and the nearness to his face.

“I know you want me. I know it, Dylan. I want you, too. Only you. No one else anymore. I’m done. I’ve had my fun. I’m over it, and I want to be where I belong.” Jeremy pressed his cheek to Dylan’s lower stomach. A thrumming energy filtered through his nerves at the intimate contact. “Right here.”

“Jer, let go.”

“I can’t. I won’t.”

Dylan’s hands tangled with his as he tried to pry his fingers away from the T-shirt. “Jeremy. Seriously.”

“No.”

Somehow, Dylan broke free of him, sidestepped his attempt to grab him again, and stormed up to the apartment. He disappeared inside the dark hallway. By the time Jeremy stumbled to his feet, his eyes stinging with tears, and reached the door, it was locked. He twisted at the knob and banged on the door.

“Dylan, please don’t.”

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