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Book Info

Title: Hurricane Dreams

Series: Southern Seduction

Author: Julia McBryant

Publisher: Self Published

Published: 26 August 2019

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Length: 15,285 words

Keywords : erotic romance, contemporary, new adult, erotica, gaylit, m/m, abuse recovery, in the closet, secret boyfriends, hook-up to boyfriends, healing power of sex, first time, instalove, love can heal, true love, uncommunicative masculinity, millionaire boyfriends, Southern, high society, rich kids, abuse recovery, hurt/comfort, angst, summer, beach

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Authors Notes: Warnings: depictions of previous child abuse, use of the word f****t once

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SERIES BLURB

The Southern Seduction series chronicles the interconnected lives of a group of well-off, high society young adults in Savannah, Georgia, most of whom have known each other since kindergarten. Their complicated relationships (and unconventional sexcapades) form the meat of the series, along with a careful attention to chronology, character, and prose. More than romantic erotica, the Southern Seduction series details a fully realized world of drama, theme, and most of all, memorable characters. 

Hurricane Dreams by Julia McBryant :: New Release :: Exclusive excerpt ::

BLURB

Audie Currell, the only son of one of the richest families in Charleston, runs off from his parent’s wine tasting with his father’s business associate’s son, Calhoun Chatterton, another well-off teenager from Savannah. They start dating in secret. But Audie’s abusive childhood stands in the way of an authentic relationship — as does their family’s homophobia. They have to hide their relationship while coping with Audie’s trauma. Can two naive teenagers manage such a difficult task?

Hurricane Dreams by Julia McBryant :: New Release :: Exclusive excerpt ::

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Audie wakes in a tangle of limbs. He’s never
slept with anyone before and didn’t know what to expect, so he lent Calhoun
boxers and a T-shirt, just to be safe. Safe from what, he isn’t sure, but the
point seems moot because his boyfriend — ohmygod his boyfriend, what the
fuck  — has buried his head in Audie’s
neck, wrapped around him completely, and twisted his legs through Audie’s own.
Calhoun couldn’t get closer if he actively tried. He snores delicately,
adorable little snuffles, and his hair tickles Audie’s nose. But Audie’s
cuddled up to him too, twined his arms around him and hugged him close.
Ohmygod. How the fuck did they manage
to sleep like this? When Audie brushes some hair from his face, Calhoun stirs.

            Audie
becomes very aware of his usual morning
hard-on pressing against Calhoun’s belly. And Calhoun’s on his thigh. Feeling
Calhoun sends his just-woke-up-and-my-dick’s-hard feeling into another country
altogether.

`           Calhoun
pulls back from his neck. “Hi,” he says, and touches Audie’s face. Those big
blue eyes look blinky with sleep, and Calhoun rubs them like a little boy, but
one then other, like he doesn’t want to untangle. “Mmm, you feel good. It’s nice to wake up with someone
else.” He somehow manages to press closer to Audie.

            “Yeah,”
Audie says, because he can’t really think of anything else. It is nice to wake up in a pile like this.
It’s terrifying to have your morning wood wedged on someone.

            “And
you’re hard and I’m hard and that’s nice,” Calhoun says dreamily.

            Well,
that’s good at least.

            Calhoun
moves up to the pillow. His cock slides up Audie’s leg and comes to rest ohfuck against his own. “Do you play
with yours in the morning?” he asks. “I usually get up really quick to pee and
then I do.” He blushes. “Sometimes before school, I set my alarm early.”

Unbearably.
Fucking. Hot.

“You do?” Audie
asks. This has really never occurred to him. It’s more an annoyance, just
something to deal with before he gets dressed. He kisses Calhoun’s neck, which
Calhoun seemed to like yesterday. “When else do you do it?”

“Before I go to
bed.”

“So twice a day,
huh?”

“Oh god, is that a
lot or something?”

“Mmm-mmm. Just
right. What do you think about?” Audie carefully keeps Calhoun wrapped up and
cuddled. He nibbles and kisses on him. He knows instinctively that Calhoun will
answer him if he plays with him very, very gently while he asks questions whose
answer are making him making him stiff enough to jerk off himself.

Calhoun buries his
head in Audie’s shoulder. “You swear you won’t laugh?”

“I’d never laugh at
you.”

“Someone saying the
same stuff you said to me yesterday. And even more. And me saying even more
back.”

Audie begins slowly
rocking his hips against Calhoun’s cock. “You liked that?”

Calhoun still has
his head buried in Audie’s shoulder, clearly embarrassed to look at his face.
“Yeah. I liked it a lot.”

Audie kisses just
behind his ear. He always heard people liked that, and Calhoun’s skin feels so
soft there, so thin and breakable but beautiful. “I liked it too,” he whispers.
“I liked it a lot.”

“I liked when you
talked to me and when you fucked me and when I came really really hard all over
both of us,” Calhoun says in a rush, and nuzzles deeper.

“I liked when you
begged for things,” Audie says into his hair. God, that had helped a hell of a
lot. “I liked talking to you and oh my sweet Jesus I liked fucking you.” He
pauses. “It was really, really good when you came too,” he adds. All that
sticky come between them. Calhoun had come a lot.

“You think — you
think maybe we could try it again this morning?” Calhoun asks.

“I’d like that,”
Audie says, right in his ear. “I wanna fuck you again. My cock’s so hard for
you. You wanna feel it? I think you should feel it, Calhoun.”

Obediently,
Calhoun’s hand slips down between them and god it’s so fucking good, Audie cock
slipped through the fly of his pants. They’re going to have to stop in a minute
or so, run to the bathroom, brush their teeth and pee, but goddamn right now,
the early yellow sun slanting over the blue, blue Atlantic, the seabirds tuning
up, they have all the time the morning will give them. They will make it
last.    

 

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“God, I fucking love your car. You’re super hot and you come with a Porsche Carrerra. Jesus, Audie. Are you seriously real?”

“Are you?” Audie laughs and tucks Calhoun’s hair behind his ears. He still can’t believe the things he says to Calhoun every goddamn day. Audie never imagined using words like these with another person. You don’t hand your heart to someone else. As soon as you do, you know it’s going to shatter one day. It reminds him of a hurricane slamming down the Carolina low country, Hugo or another big one: you can’t stop the storm from coming. You can only close the shutters and pray the seawall holds. 

Audie tries to catch Calhoun’s hand when they get to the restaurant, but his boyfriend shakes his head. “We can’t.”

“Not at all?” Audie asks.

“No. But we can go out to Tybee.”

Calhoun seems to relax with the change of scenery. Audie thinks some alcohol helps too. It helps Audie. Always has, since he was fifteen years old. He doesn’t share that with Calhoun. Some things you just don’t tell anyone. Like, my daddy belted me bloody. Or, his business partner’s daughter Easter stood there terrified while it happened. And that’s why I bought bourbon the first time.

You don’t say it. The same way you don’t talk about high school.

The Savannah heat slams them when they come out of the restaurant. “Been hitting like, a hundred this week,” Calhoun says. “At least Tybee has the sea breeze. You really don’t swim at all?”

“No,” Audie says. “But I’ll wade.” Another thing you don’t say: why you don’t swim. My daddy marooned me in a pontoon boat when I was eleven because he said I had to get over my fear of bull sharks. Told me to swim over to his boat and we could go home. It took me four goddamn hours to get the courage to do it and it was the worst thing in the world and I will never get in the ocean again ever. You say: I have this shark phobia. Can’t shake it, sorry. You can tell the truth without telling it. You can come close to a thing without touching it at all.

Calhoun directs him down East Bay Street onto the highway. They leave the windows down and let the wind whip their hair, Audie’s into a curly froth, Calhoun’s into mermaid tangles. Audie blasts the Charleston band Jump, Little Children, who Calhoun’s never heard and Audie’s seen a million times. “They’re really good,” Calhoun yells over the wind and the music, between bites of the black licorice he dug out of his bag. Audie had laughed when he unearthed it. “We should go see them sometime.”

Audie snorts. “Maybe if they play Columbia,” he shouts. “Not seeing you in Charleston again. Stupid. Just have to act like friends.”

“Same in Savannah.”

“Should say we chartered a boat in Pauley’s Island or Georgetown next time with some friends. Maybe the Outer Banks. I could even summon up some friends if we needed.”

“Me too.”

“Say we went fishing and picked up girls. Send pictures of fish and girls to our daddies.” Audie laughs even though it’s not funny and he’s not joking and Calhoun nods.

Calhoun’s Tybee house sits on the water, huge and modern, all sleek lines. “I love this house,” Calhoun says as they park underneath it.

“Hate that hurricanes’ll always take a beach house,” Audie says. “Hate it for our Folly house.”

Calhoun looks at him kind of strange. “I guess.”

They walk hand-in-hand, bags slung over their shoulders, up the stairs. Calhoun shuts the door behind them and Audie has him against the wall. “This okay now that we’re at the beach?” he says, intentionally talking right into Calhoun’s ear.

“Yeah,” Calhoun breathes. “Doesn’t matter in this house.”

Audie moves his leg between his boyfriend’s thighs. “Because I want you real bad.” He knows Calhoun likes it when he talks to him.

“Want you too.” Audie feels him stiffening.

Audie kisses him hard, like before, but his time braces himself against the wall and pins Calhoun against it completely. His boyfriend thrusts against him. God, Audie loves this. He loves that Calhoun loves this. He moves slightly so their cocks rub against each other through their thin shorts. Their belts clink and it’s somehow one of the hottest sounds Audie’s ever heard. He breaks off the kiss and moves to Calhoun’s ear again. “Go into the bedroom,” he says, “And get your fucking clothes off. I missed you and I want you.” Audie’s pretty sure Calhoun wants him to talk like this, and he wants to talk to Calhoun like this, and he thinks he can get away with it.

He knows he can when Calhoun sort of sucks in a breath and moves on him. “Okay,” he says. “Okay, Audie.”

Calhoun leads him into a big room with a king-sized bed. He strips. Audie rummages in his bag and takes out what they need, then takes his own clothes off. Calhoun watches. Audie knows his boyfriend’s watching, but when he looks up, Calhoun drops his eyes. Audie hopes he doesn’t fuck this up. They’ve only done it twice, once the afternoon in his beach house and once the next morning, which makes a total of two times Audie’s ever had sex in his entire life. Calhoun doesn’t know that and Audie isn’t telling.

“Get on the bed,” Audie orders. God, he’s wanted to say things like this his whole life. Every time, he gets bossier and bossier and Calhoun loves it more and more. Obediently, his boyfriend pulls down the bedspread and sheets, climbs into bed and waits for Audie. Who takes his goddamn time getting over there. Calhoun looks too good lying on his side, watching Audie with those big eyes and a hard cock. He messes with it a little, which makes everything better.

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Author’s Bio

 Julia McBryant is, as the saying goes, Southern born, Southern bred, and when she dies, she’ll be Southern dead. When she’s not riding her horse or writing, Julia likes to play with her German Shepherds and rescued greyhounds, make all the crafts (especially those involving glitter), and hike, especially in the North Carolina mountains. She is grateful her husband tolerates both the dogs and the glitter.

However, she spends most of her time writing like tomorrow won’t arrive, like she needs it to survive, every second she’s alive, etc. (see Hamilton for details). She also lives to sing in the car, especially David Bowie.