Many thanks to Annabeth Albert and Harper Collins for sharing the beautiful cover of the upcoming book Connection Error (#gaymers #3) with us! Connection Error will be released on September 5, 2016 by Carina Press.
It’s typical of video game programmer Josiah Simmons to be the last one on the plane on the way to the biggest meeting of his career. Though he’s (mostly) coping with his ADHD, he can’t handle another distraction. But he also can’t ignore his rugged seatmate—especially once he learns the military man’s a fan of his game.
Ryan Orson refuses to let his severe injuries pause his career as a navy SEAL. He’s got hours of grueling physical therapy ahead of him, and no time for anything that might get in the way of his return to active duty. But that doesn’t mean he’s above a little first-class flirtation with geeky-cute Josiah.
When a delay strands the pair in St. Louis, they agree to share a hotel room and a night of gaming. Neither expects their new connection to move to the next level in the light of day. Opposites may attract, but is this game over before it’s even begun?
Book Three of the #gaymers series.
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Warm. Soft. Necessary. Wanted. Ryan seldom remembered his dreams, but in the haze between sleepiness and alertness, his body hummed with arousal. It must have been good one, not one of those bittersweet sex dreams where Chad made an unwanted appearance, because Ryan was hard as a rifle barrel and almost as ready to shoot, hips rocking into the bed. No. Not the bed. A cloth-covered ass, plump and snuggled up against his dick. Perfect. Gotta wake up to enjoy this right. He breathed deep, trying to shake himself awake but got a mouthful of hair for his efforts. And skin. Delicious hidden neck skin, ideal to press his lips against as his hips rocked into…
And for all Josiah had worried about being the one to accost Ryan in his sleep, it was Ryan’s body that had apparently become a heat-seeking missile in the small hours of the morning. Josiah was still cuddled up against his pillow on his own side of the bed, a perfectly polite sleeping partner—and an unwitting target for Ryan’s inner horndog.
Or rather, don’t fuck. He tried to still the motion of his hips, remind himself that this was a bad idea, but his body was having none of it, hips continuing to thrust against an ass that was none too subtly pushing back against him.
Wait. Josiah was awake? Or having a similar dream?
“Sorry,” he mumbled into that tasty patch of flesh, barely resisting the urge to tongue and suck at Josiah’s neck.
“Don’t be.” Josiah’s voice was muffled by sleep and by the pillow. “Just don’t stop. Please.”
“Bad. Idea,” Ryan ground out, but his hips started moving again. Ignoring his explicit orders, his tongue traced the vertebrae at the base of Josiah’s neck.
“The worst.” Josiah sighed. He reached back, grabbed Ryan’s arm and pulled him closer, snuggling into the embrace he’d crafted. “The alarm hasn’t gone off yet. Pretend we’re sleeping if that helps.” He sounded more than half-asleep actually, sleep making his voice rough and sexy as hell. That voice, that warm ass pushing back at him, that salty skin under his lips—it was darn near impossible to remember that Josiah wasn’t his type.
Their legs tangled—
No. That wasn’t right. Their legs should have tangled, but instead Ryan’s stumps were pressed up against Josiah’s surprisingly meaty thighs.
“Fuck.” Ryan came the rest of the way awake with a rush, suddenly intimately aware of every square centimeter of his body, and the awkwardness of their position.
“Yeah. I know.” Josiah sighed happily, tugging Ryan’s hand lower so that it brushed the waistband of Josiah’s sleep pants. Ryan should have been focused on the erection tenting the fabric, demanding attention he ordinarily would be only too happy to give, but instead he was distracted by Josiah’s fingers resting against his knuckles, covering the place his pinkie finger had been.
It was…weird. And Ryan wasn’t someone who got weirded out—not at his buddy Dempsey’s Cajun ghost stories, not at unexpected events on a mission, like the time they nearly got thwarted by a bloody goat, and certainly not at bodily crap. But this, this was definitely weird, no two ways about it. Foggy with sleep, at first he hadn’t really thought about his body, but now that he’d started down that path, he was acutely aware of his movements, at the clumsy motions of his hips, at the purchase he couldn’t get.
“Sorry,” he mumbled, not sure exactly what he was apologizing for, but this had to be weird for Josiah too, fumbling around with a guy missing some key parts.
“Not sorry.” Josiah sounded a bit more awake now. “I want this. Want you. Whatever you’re up for.”
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Annabeth Albert grew up sneaking romance novels under the bed covers. Now, she devours all subgenres of romance out in the open—no flashlights required! When she’s not adding to her keeper shelf, she’s a multi-published Pacific Northwest romance writer.
Emotionally complex, sexy, and funny stories are her favorites both to read and to write. Annabeth loves finding happy endings for a variety of pairings and is a passionate gay rights supporter. In between searching out dark heroes to redeem, she works a rewarding day job and wrangles two toddlers.