About Drawing Closer
Written by Jane Davitt
162 pages / 57500 words
ISBN: 1-934166-06-5, 978-1-934166-06-2
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Charles is a professor, am expatriate Brit, and a man with a past. He's put that aside, living the peaceful life he thinks he needs. He figures he's happy.
Until he meets Gray Collins, that is. He's a student, and even though Gray waits until after his class with Charles ends to make his move, Charles decides he's not about to get involved. Gray is stubborn, persisting until Charles can't resist, which is when Charles' past comes to light. Will Gray be able to accept all that he learns, and convince Charles to let him get as close as he wants to?
Review
Julia Talbot, best-selling Torquere Press author, writes:
Dr. Charles Stanway has all he thinks he needs. He's carved out a life for himself, putting aside a checkered past and taking a job in the States as a professor at a Junior College. When student Gray Collins approaches him, Charles puts the kid off, knowing that forbidden fruit is just that. Off limits.
Gray is more than persuasive, though, and suddenly he and Charles are involved in a relationship that might ruin everything for both of them. When Gray uncovers Charles' secrets, they learn more about themselves, and each other, than they ever thought possible.
The characters are what makes Drawing Closer. They're drawn with a great deal of care, a great deal of love, and that's obvious by the end of the first few chapters. What's not obvious is how involved and complex this relationship gets, with elements of domination and submission coming to the fore in a very sexy and believable way. Don't just say that's not your cup of tea, give this one a chance, because the romance is really at the heart of this story, making it one I'll remember for a good, long while. Sensual, appealing, and all about the relationship, Drawing Close will draw you right in.
Sample
Charles walked down the stairs slowly, resisting the urge to go back. He was expecting to hear Gray call to him soon to be released; expecting Gray to leave. Turning his back on him with that thought in place was difficult. The shimmy and stifled moan of panic Gray had given, looking stunningly erotic as he pulled at the lengths of twisted silk holding him -- Charles was never going to be able to wear those ties again, not that he cared -- had almost given him what he wanted.
Almost.
Replaying the memory of Gray's fingers unconsciously caressing the silk even as he tugged and fought their hold on him, Charles poured himself a glass of water and sat down, sipping at it slowly, his eyes staring unseeingly at the living room.
The purr and nudge as his cat made his presence known woke him from his thoughts. Placating him with a serving of cat treats, he shut Rudegar into the kitchen and glanced at his watch. Thirteen minutes. It would have felt like thirty to Gray but Charles didn't even consider cutting the time short. You gave a number -- minutes to wait, strokes from a cane – and you stuck to it. Had to.
He couldn't believe how easy it was to fall back into this; how natural it felt. Forcing himself to remember that Gray didn't have the faintest idea of what to do, and wouldn't want to if he did, he tried to plan out something mild enough not to leave Gray running out screaming and yet sufficient to get his message over.
Fifteen minutes.
He turned and walked up the stairs as slowly as he'd come down them, his cock full and hard, his hands curled loosely, shaking slightly.
That would stop as soon as he saw Gray. His breathing would even out, his voice would be calm, inflexible. He knew that and it still didn't stop them from trembling now, excitement and apprehension forcing his body to react.
He pushed open the door and met Gray's eyes.
God.