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Renewing Bonds

Author: Ruby MacIntyre

Published: August 15th, 2015

Publisher: Encompass Ink

Genre: M/M erotic romance

Content Warning: Explicit sexual content

Recommended Age: 18+

Two hearts long separated find each other again.

Connor Locke has only given his heart away once, to a man who left him alone with only a note as an explanation. He has tried to move on, but no one compared to the one who left him brokenhearted and alone.

Harry grew up as a black sheep in his family, and when he met Connor he thought he finally found a place to call home. The strong, yet loving lawyer gave him things he never thought he’d find. But then he had to leave, and that decision ended up ruining his life.

After years apart, the couple is finally reunited, but not in a way either of them expects. A crime lord wants Harry badly, and he will do anything to get him. Will Connor be able to keep Harry safe and salvage their love, or will he lose Harry forever?

Excerpt from Renewing Bonds by Ruby MacIntyre:

Harry was amazed when Connor brought him to his condo and demanded he sleep in his bed. That wasn’t the surprising part, though—no, the true shock came once they snuggled down under the covers in nothing but sweatpants. Connor just held him close in his strong arms and fell asleep. No demanding, no talking, no touching. Just sleep.

It was the most precious gift that Connor could give him. Harry couldn’t recall the last time he had been in a man’s house, in his bed, and not be expected to do something. So, once Connor’s breathing had evened out in sleep, it was the easiest thing in the world for Harry to follow behind him. For the second night in a row, Harry had a peaceful sleep with no nightmares and no one waking him, demanding sex.

When the sun peeked in between the blinds and woke him up, Harry almost wanted to cry. He longed for the easy escape that the dark nothingness of sleep provided him. Being awake brought back all the evil and fears of the world, neither of which he could escape. When something tightened around his chest, pulling him against a hard body, Harry stiffened. Where was he? More importantly, who was he with? Would he demand to be serviced or just let him go in peace?

“Shh, baby. It’s just me.”

Harry choked on a sob at the familiar, comforting voice. He had forgotten he was at Connor’s house. He was safe there.

“Aw, baby, don’t cry. It’s okay. . . shh, you’re okay.” Connor turned him, so they faced each other, and pulled him close again.

Harry buried his face in Connor’s chest, letting the hot tears of relief flow. He moaned when strong fingers sank into his long hair and pressed himself into the contact. Out of the hundreds of men who had touched him in the past few years, only Connor brought him any measure of peace. His body only craved Connor’s touch.

He wanted to beg for the man to take him, to own his body in such a way that he would forget about the others, the faceless johns who had touched him when Connor should have been the only one. But he couldn’t. He wouldn’t find out until later that day if he was clean, and even if he ended up being pristine, that didn’t take away from the blackness covering his soul. He had been dirtied. Each nameless trick had left their blackened mark on him. How could Connor want him anymore when he was used and filthy?

Connor held him the entire time he cried without saying a word. He provided comforting noises and ran his hands up and down Harry’s back. When Harry’s tears dried up, and his hitched breathing finally returned to normal, he pulled back enough to look up at the man who held him and gave a shaky smile.

“I’m sorry about that.”

“Don’t be.” Connor shook his head, refusing to accept his apology. “You can always open up with me, baby. Even if that means bawling your eyes out on my shoulder.”

Ruby MacIntyre was born and raised in Kansas and has always been an avid reader. It’s beyond a mere hobby or escape from reality; it’s her passion. Because of her love for reading, writing her own stories—giving voices and happy endings to the people that live in her head—was only natural. She may be relatively new to the gay romance genre, but once Ruby found it, she never looked back. Now it’s all she reads (the hotter the better!), and she is quite content with the sexy men that dwell in her head, clamoring for her attention. When Ruby’s not reading, she’s writing, and vice-versa. Books have always been her life and likely always will be.

In the rare occasions Ruby isn’t working, reading, or writing, she loves to play or cuddle with her dog and cat, watch a movie, or hang with family. She loves books (duh), pretty notebooks, snowflakes, and the color yellow.