Forsaken by J.R. Gray
Release Date (Print & Ebook): February 26, 2018
Length (Print & Ebook): 72,000 words
Subgenre: Contemp m/m romance
Titus has lived and breathed religion his entire life, tucked away from the rest of the world in a compound in northern Wyoming. He’s destined to be the next leader of the church, deemed so by the Prophet.
God spoke and with His word He created. But God made a mistake. Titus isn’t worthy. He was born sick and it’s solidified when he rescues the most beautiful man he’s ever seen.
Torn between fidelity to his faith or his soul, Titus must reconcile the two parts of himself before he’s discovered hiding among the chosen.
He slipped his fingers into the short strands of Titus’ hair and pulled. Titus moaned, and Angel shivered. He was such a deep baritone; the sound radiated through them both.
Titus, without breaking the kiss, got up on his knees and pressed into Angel, laying him back. He was shocked, and if it hadn’t been mid make out session, he would have been running at the mouth about Titus taking charge. It was hawt. Titus didn’t get on top of him, much to Angel’s disappointment, but they ended up on their sides facing each other, which gave them a helluva lot more body contact, so Angel was going to take it.
He moved his hand from Titus’ hair to his lower back so he could get some traction to grind into Titus. He scooted as close as he could get to Titus and then started rocking their hips together. This had Titus panting, and he returned the pressure, keeping a tight hold of Angel’s arm.
Angel was going to come in his pants just like a damn teenager if they kept this up. He hitched a leg over Titus’ hips trying to get more. More friction, more contact, more of Titus, just more.
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About J.R. Gray:
When not staying up all night writing, J.R. Gray can be found at the gym where it’s half assumed he is a permanent resident to fulfill his self-inflicted masochism. A dominant and a pilot, Gray finds it hard to be in the passenger seat of any car. He frequently interrupts real life, including normal sleep patterns and conversations, to jot down notes or plot bunnies. Commas are the bane of his existence even though it’s been fully acknowledged they are necessary, they continue to baffle and bewilder. If Gray wasn’t writing…well, that’s not possible. The buildup of untold stories would haunt Gray into an early grave, insanity or both. The idea of haunting has always appealed to him. J.R. Gray is genderqueer and prefers he/him pronouns.