Release Blitz, Excerpt & Giveaway: Virgin Flyer by Lucy Lennox
Ohhh...I really enjoyed Lucy Lennox's Virgin Flyer. This story has so many things I love and enjoy about romance.
One can't help but to feel for Tao, who's spent his life pining for his best friend, Chris. The same friend who's been stringing him along. But after losing his virginity to a handsome stranger, Tao suddenly finds himself thinking about his mysterious man, and facing reality.
Tao's emotions are front and center, drawing the reader fully into his frustration, longing, and conflicted thoughts throughout. Jack is one of the most patient characters ever, making me fall for him immediately.
Their story is full of tender moments and a crazy hot connection. It's one of first times, lots of frustration, and a fake boyfriend plan.
It's wonderfully written, which is no surprise as the author is one of the best in the genre. With the reader getting alternating povs from both Tao and Jack, this story is non-stop emotions. I love it.
As for my favorite quote, well this one just hit all my buttons. It's so true.
"It was a reminder that you can love someone but not be able to be with them."
Every single minute of Virgin Flyer is perfectly delicious. I can't recommend this Lucy Lennox story enough. It is truly sweet from start to finish. Just read it now; you won't regret it.
ExcerptI was terrified.
My hands wouldn’t stop shaking, and I worried I was sweating enough to stink. Also, how long was a douche supposed to last before nerves negated the effects?
I shook my hands out and paced back and forth in the hotel room. I’d splurged on a nice room on a high floor with a gorgeous view of the river. Not that I could see much of it now that it was dark, but it had been pretty before the sun had gone down. Now it was mostly city lights.
I stopped pacing and pulled the curtains closed. No one needed to watch what was surely going to be an utter disaster. Another good reason I’d laid out the no-talking rule. It would hopefully prevent the man from asking what the hell my problem was. Also, I didn’t want him to ask about my experience or lack thereof. My hope was to… somehow cover up my virgin status by acting like I knew what I was doing.
I did not know what I was doing.
Thank goodness for Google. Thank goodness for porn. Hell, thank goodness for Grindr if I was being honest. No matter how much of a fool I made of myself tonight, I wouldn’t have to ever see the guy again and he’d never know my real name. I’d even locked my wallet and other personally identifying items in the hotel safe just in case.
Embarrassingly, I’d also texted Jay and told him where I was in case I was murdered and/or kidnapped. He’d asked me why I’d never used him as a wingman before, and I’d piled on more lies, saying I’d never needed backup until a bad experience the month before. Then, of course, he’d wanted to ask me all about my close call. I’d mumbled something about bad poppers and hung up.
I didn’t even know if guys used poppers anymore, and I sure as hell knew I was too much of a dork to be a popper user. Jay had probably immediately called Chris to ask him about my bad popper experience. Even now Chris could have been trying to get ahold of me to make sure I was all right.
I raced toward the closet to get my phone out of the safe, but tripped over my own foot on the way there and sideswiped the TV table with my hip, hard.
“Fuck,” I hissed, looking down at the offending piece of furniture. And that’s when there was a knock on the door.
I slapped a hand over my mouth to keep from yelping. Was it too late to cancel? What if I was so nervous I couldn’t get a hard-on? What if…
He knocked again.
Oh god. It’s happening.
I took a deep breath and strode toward the door as confidently as I could fake being. After shooting one last warning look over my shoulder at the TV table, I reached for the handle and pulled the door open.
My eyes had never before been gifted with such a sight.
I blinked and was surprised to see him still standing there. Tall, broad, handsome as hell. He had dirty-blond windblown hair and was dressed in a dark wool coat over a white button-down shirt open at the collar. I could see darker blond chest hair in the vee of his shirt and a prominent Adam’s apple under dark evening stubble. I wanted to lick it. I wanted to sniff it. I wanted to climb up his large body and beg for him to touch me. My stomach dropped. This was unexpected.
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