Bringing the Books Together
I’m a huge fan of reading series books. I almost like it more when I’m late to the game discovering a new series and I don’t have to wait around, asking what happened with my favorite characters. I just pick up the next book! There are so many authors in the male/male genre who write amazing series that revisit one or two characters, or a whole slew of them. It creates a certain kind of magic to finish reading one book and pick up the next in a series to see old friends you weren’t sure you’d get to see again.
With a soft spot in my heart for the men of the Liaisons Series, I am always curious about what happened after “The End.” Those two words made me sad, thinking of never writing about the lives of particular characters again. That’s the main reason I decided to keep the Liaisons Series connected.
For those that haven’t read Private Eye, Question Mark, Lost Won, and the new release, Fall Apart, I try to offer a quick glimpse of old friends from earlier books. This was more difficult with Fall Apart because the end of Lost Won left the direction of the series rather ambiguous. Rafe and Jeremy of Private Eye naturally led to Mark and Zane of Question Mark. Christian and Kevin of Lost Won were an easy follow-on choice, but who would be next?
I really hope that readers enjoy meeting Damon and Alarik in Fall Apart. They are new to the men of the Liaisons world, but they won’t be strangers for long. And, of course, we get a peek into the wedded bliss of series favorites Mark and Zane!
Title: Fall Apart by S.E. Culpepper
Liaisons Series Book 4
Genre: Contemporary, M/M, Erotic, Romance
Length: 482 pages
Dodging his ex, giving the Best Man speech, and smuggling home extra slices of wedding cake are Damon Wright’s only plans on his buddy’s wedding day. Capturing the attention of a renowned photographer with twice the sexual magnetism of James Bond doesn’t even make the list. Accustomed to a life spent keeping his head down, managing family obligations, Damon is unprepared for even a lukewarm pursuit, much less the hot, focused advances of a man like Alarik whose sophistication leaves Damon reeling.
Tired of the vapid, morally bankrupt and grasping fellows so common in his line of work, Alarik is through serving as just another step for mercenary men on the ladder to success. Damon’s kindhearted reserve excites a profound response within him, enticing him with the idea of an honest future. Compelled to dig beneath the surface in search of something lasting, Alarik can’t help but wonder if falling in love can be as easy as breathing.
Yet, fairytales don’t exist in the pace of real life; they disappear in shadow. Absorbed by the happiness of finding one another, Damon and Alarik never see the darkness coming…
“There you go again, giving me that look,” Alarik whispered and Damon saw the heat in the other man’s eyes in the quick moment before Alarik slipped a pair of sunglasses on that he’d pulled from his pocket.
Desire…and Alarik was trying to hide it.
Where was that crash cart? Charge! Clear! Kaa-chooog!… We have a heartbeat.
“What look?” Damon answered huskily, his voice hitching as he immediately forgot about maintaining his composure. What if his mother walked out and witnessed this fraught moment?
Alarik gave a low groan and glanced away, his fingers combing through his hair again. He wasn’t going to answer. He removed his jacket roughly and then grunted in embarrassment as he folded it over his arm. “Forgive me, but if you could see your face, you’d know what I was up against.”
“Is this you leaving? I thought you were taking me to lunch.”
“Am I?” Alarik gave him a sideways glance.
“I’m begging you.”
Damon was vaguely aware of the folks seated at the tables in front of the coffee shop, but they turned into mist as Alarik slowly and purposefully closed the distance between them, his hand reaching up to grasp Damon’s chin. He could see his reflection in the other man’s sunglasses. He looked weak-kneed and turned on, and his fucking fifteen freckles were standing out at high alert. Alarik still hadn’t spoken, but his breathing was quick, his sensuous mouth tight.
“Look at you,” he finally whispered, then seemed to realize what he’d said and done and stepped away. “Mr. Wright,” he tut-tutted. “You make it easy to forget how to be a gentleman.”
S.E. Culpepper lives and works in Oregon. After graduating college in New Mexico, she served as an officer in the U.S. Coast Guard for four and a half years before deciding to strike out on her own as a writer. S.E. is addicted to YouTube, reading, and chocolate, not necessarily in that order. In her free time, she visits parks with her son, studies for her Masters, and bakes. S.E. loves hearing from readers and she makes it a point to get back to them. Contact her through her website: seculpepper.com.
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