Release Blitz, Review and Giveaway! King Consort – J.R. Gray

 

 

Title: King Consort
Author: J.R. Gray
Genre: M/M Contemporary
Release Date: May 15, 2018
Blurb
Avoiding
sleeping with women was my specialty, an art form even. As the future King of
England I couldn’t be caught sleeping with men. My whole life played out in
front of the paparazzi, and they didn’t miss a thing.
I had a
carefully crafted womanizing persona to maintain. My life came with rules, all
of which I broke when I couldn’t resist a one night stand with the enemy: A
beautiful paparazzo with a heart of gold. He may be the only person who doesn’t
want me for my title, and he can never be anything more than my secret.
But secrets
have a way of coming out and not only will they scare him away, but they’ll
lose me the crown.

 

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REVIEW

If I’m being completely honest, I am almost at the threshold for Royal romances. But King Consort is a HUGE exception! This is not your average royals love story and I loved every single second of it.

Louis and Xavier were magic, I felt all of their feels while reading. Two people who never intended to be anything more than the first night they met, but are so drawn to each other they can’t stay away. restricted by royal family duty and conflicts of work it’s practically a disaster waiting to happen. But they are so perfect! I’ll never stop saying that.

I’m so happy the blurb drew me in and I read this book. I can’t recommend King Consort more. You have to check it out.

 

Excerpt
Don’t move,” he said in a whisper.
“What are
we doing?”
“I want
these for me. I’ll sign whatever you want so you know I’ll keep them to myself,
but I get a different you. One only I see, and I want it on film.”
It was the
most romantic thing someone had ever said to me.
“I want to
be able to look at them and remember this. You.”
“I want a
copy.”
“Sure.” He
brushed his fingers over the small of my back, sending a spark up my spine.
“Now stand still.”
I indulged
him and stayed in place. He unzipped the bag and slid out his DSLR. He changed
something and then held it up to his face and clicked the shutter. Taking a
look at the screen, he moved ever so slightly to the left and held it to his
face again.
“Look at the
fire.”
I did as I
was told. He came close and moved my arm with the drink a fraction and placed
my other arm over the back of the sofa.
Click.
Click. Click.
He set the
camera aside and took a seat on the edge of the chair next to me.
“Done with my repayment so soon?”
There was a
light in his eyes. “Not a chance.” He looked me over, his eye stopping on the
top two buttons of my shirt which remained undone. “But you’ll want that photo.
To release for something. You look too alluring and regal to not have it. It
was more for you than for me.”
I was
shocked. “Let me see.”
He picked
up the camera again and leaned closer to me to show me the screen. I looked
like something out of a novel. Mysterious and alluring. I liked it. And I
didn’t like many photos of myself.
“You’re
quite talented.”
He sat
back, keeping the camera in his lap. “How much liberty are you giving me?”
I mirrored
him and looked him over, taking my time with my answer. “Why are you asking?”
Lust
crossed through his gaze. “Take off the shirt.”
I obliged
him, slowly working my fingers down the buttons. I slid it off and set it
aside. He looked me over, hungry. My cock stirred at the look. I’d never felt
so desired by another person. He slid forward on the seat and brought the camera
back to his face. I stayed as I was until he told me to move.
“Sit on the
edge of the table,” he said breathless.
I was glad
this was getting to him as much as it was me. It was entirely foreign to give
someone such a thing over me. To allow someone to take these photos. It was
daring and exhilarating. I’d have to be careful or I’d get addicted to the
acting out like some bored teenager.
I sat on
the edge of the table closest to the fire, and he moved back to take a few
shots. I looked up when he hadn’t said anything in a few moments to find him
just watching me. The fire illuminated his scar, and I wanted to kiss the
length of it, from his brow to his lips. I licked my lip and my chest rose as I
inhaled fully, trying to calm myself. He snapped another photo.
“What do
you see?” I asked, unable to stand wondering a moment longer. I wanted to know
how he saw me.
“I see
hunger,” he said as he came closer. “The way you look at me.” The camera hung
at his side as he stalked closer.
Author Bio
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.
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