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Lazy Sundays: Berengaria Brown

I prefer summer to winter, so my absolute favorite lazy Sunday would be spent on a beach, somewhere hot, with a long cold drink in one hand, a short hot erotic romance novel in the other, and lots of semi-naked, yummy-looking males walking past for me to watch.
In winter, the best I can do is curl up by the fire with a hot drink in one hand, a hot book in the other, and my imagination for the yummy, semi-naked men. Sigh.
Even if I can’t be at the beach in summer, thanks to the day job, at least there are usually shirtless men in the park running around throwing or kicking balls, or possibly shirtless construction workers not too far from my home.
Sadly, I haven’t noticed any men taking off their shirts to shovel the walk in winter, although I live in hope.

My newest MM story is about Enre and Kalman, two men who work at the Botanical Gardens. And one day Kalman does take his shirt off as they work in the sunshine.
“Paprika and Chives: Hotter than Hell” blurb:
Enre has fiery red hair and an attitude to match. The world is full of injustice and he wants everything to be fair and equitable right now. Kalman is older, calm and logical, but the two men, co-workers at the Botanical Gardens, are drawn to each other. They work alone together at the far end of the gardens all one day, getting to know each other and passion ignites between them. The garden bed is made, and sprayed with their seed as well as that of the plants.
Hot, sweaty half naked bodies, and outdoor sex, is so good they do it all again later that afternoon, before planning to spend the evening together — in a real bed.

WARNING! ADULT MM EXCERPT
Enre’s dick was harder than a spike and he’d gone from wanting to talk to Kalman to wanting to do a whole lot more, and the sooner the better. Yeah, sure, he’d always been attracted to Kalman. Who wouldn’t be? The man was tall, dark and handsome, with a gentle nature that really appealed to Enre. But now he desperately wanted to hold Kalman, to peel those tight jeans right off Kalman’s long, slim legs with their muscular thighs, and suck Kalman’s cock, a heavy ridge behind the zipper, into his mouth.
Oh, God, this was pure torture. Enre had to have Kalman. Had to have him right now. Or he’d die trying.
“Um, Kalman?”
“Yes?” Kalman turned and leaned on his hoe, smiling at Enre.
Enre’s dick nearly forced its way out of his pants. Kalman looked so good. Sweaty, his body glistening in the sunlight, just like a Greek God or something. “I want you. I’ve liked you forever, but today, I wanted to be with you, alone with you, and now…” Enre stopped, miserably aware he’d likely done what he did so often. Come on much too passionately and frightened everyone away. And the one thing he really, really, didn’t want to do was have Kalman retreat from him.
But Kalman smiled even more widely “I want you too, Enre. You’re a good man. I’ve been thinking about holding you in my arms for weeks.
“You have?”
“Yep.”
Enre took a couple quick steps forward and suddenly they were wrapped in each others’ arms, hugging tightly, grinding their hips together. Enre lifted his head the few inches necessary to look directly into Kalman’s gaze. The heat and lust he saw there almost made his dick burst on the spot. Everything he hoped for, wanted, was reflected back at him in those melting chocolate pools.
Then their lips were locked together. It was not a gentle kiss, but a harsh meshing of teeth, and noses, tongues diving into each other’s mouths.
Until Enre realized Kalman was deliberately slowing them down, savoring the taste of him, encouraging him to take a breath and sample, test, explore. Enre gentled his touch, unclenching his hands on Kalman’s shoulders, slowing his frantic tongue thrusts and relishing the scents and experience that was Kalman.
Oh, that was good: the salty tang from the sweat of hard work, the earthy scent from the dirt they’d been digging, the clean, fresh outdoor smell of the botanic garden itself.
Gently now Enre explored Kalman, sliding his tongue over the roof of Kalman’s mouth, along the insides of his cheeks, behind his teeth, noting the different textures that were all part of this man. A man he was intensely attracted to. A man he wanted to take right now, but who he was prepared to wait for — even if it killed him!

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This book is set in the same world as “Blooming Love” (http://www.torquerebooks.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=78_112&products_id=3212)

Berengaria Brown
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