Monday, 23 March 2020

OUT NOW—Never Too Famous by Thom Collins (@thomwolf)



They’ll do anything for fame, whatever the cost.

Harry Alexander and Grant Hunter are big names in reality TV, but they couldn’t be more different. For Harry, fame happened by chance. He was working as a marine engineer on a cruise ship when the liner became the subject of a fly-on-the-wall documentary series. Harry’s good looks and charming personality made him an immediate hit with viewers, and he became the break-out star of the show.

Grant Hunter took no chances in his pursuit of fame. Having starred in the outrageous reality show Sexy Northerners, he grabbed success with both hands and didn’t let go. Grant is prepared to do whatever it takes to stay at the top—red-carpet appearances, parties, high-profile romances and X-rated videos. He’ll do anything in the name of self-promotion to maintain his notorious reputation.

When Harry arrives in Grant’s home city of Manchester, they have preconceived ideas about each other. As they realize they have more in common than they ever thought, they must overcome prejudice, rivalry and the social and professional barriers placed before them, if they’re ever to get together


About the Series: Fame, money, power. Some men will do anything for them. In every field, it’s a cut-throat race to the top, littered with deceit, passion and love. For those strong enough to get what they want, maintaining it is never easy.

Reality TV stars, footballers, lawyers, singers and movies stars—join them as they discover what they’re each prepared to pay to preserve their success.

Book Details:
Never Too Famous by Thom Collins
Success Series Book 1
Publisher: Pride Publishing
Date: 10th March 2020
Word count: 31,515

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Excerpt

The bars along the canal were busy for a Sunday evening. People sat at the outside tables, laughing and drinking. From the corner of his eye, he clocked that someone had recognized him and was moving in his direction. Harry tucked his chin and kept walking. He wanted to reach his room, lock the door and spend some quality time alone.
When a hand touched his shoulder, he expected it to be a fan, eager for a photograph. He turned, hoping to make it quick, and was surprised to recognize the smiling face that greeted him.
Grant Hunter.
My God, he’s handsome. Up close, his chiseled features and warm brown eyes were exquisite. His smile grew wider and his eyes sparkled with amusement.
“I thought it was you,” Grant said, thrusting a hand forward. “Nice to meet you at last.”
“You too,” Harry said, accepting the firm handshake.
“I wanted to say hello last night, but you left the club before I got the chance.”
“Sorry.” Harry shrugged, unable to tear his eyes from Grant’s hypnotic gaze. Dark and moody, like a film star from a different era, a 1950s matinee idol who’d stepped straight off the screen and been transported to modern-day Manchester.
You could cut yourself on his cheekbones, they’re so sharp. And that jawline…
“It wasn’t really your scene, was it?” Grant asked.
“I guess not. But sorry, again, I should have come over before I left. It was rude not to.”
“Why don’t you make it up to me now?” Grant said, gesturing to the bar where they had stopped. “A drink. I’ve got nothing else to do right now. How about you?”
The man was a natural flirt. That was obvious. But he had an undefinable and powerful charisma. Harry’s heart beat faster. Grant had an instant effect on him. “Why not?”




Thom Collins is the author of Closer by Morning, Gods of Vengeance, Silent Voices and the Anthem Trilogy. His love of page turning thrillers began at an early age when his mother caught him reading the latest Jackie Collins book and promptly confiscated it, sparking a life-long love of raunchy novels.
He is currently working on a new novel.
Thom has lived in the North East of England his whole life. He grew up in Northumberland and now lives in County Durham with his husband and two cats. He loves all kinds of genre fiction, especially bonk-busters, thrillers, romance and horror. He is also a cookery book addict with far too many titles cluttering his shelves. When not writing he can be found in the kitchen trying out new recipes. 

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Twitter:   @thomwolf  
Instagram: ThomCollinsAuthor



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Saturday, 21 March 2020

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“Okay,” she said firmly, clearly trying to insert some confidence into her tone but not entirely succeeding. “I admit I was buying some time to respond to you about this. But even now I’m not sure what to say. I don’t really understand BDSM. I know what it means, what it is, of course, but I’m sure there’s a lot more to it. More to it than spanking, being spanked, handcuffs, ropes and the like.”
I nodded slowly, pleased that she was being honest and that she already had an idea that there were nuances, variety and depth to the scene.
She flashed me a nervous grin, then squeezed her eyes closed. Fuck, whatever she was going to say next was something she was really struggling with. Did she think I was some kind of depraved pervert, unable to get my rocks off unless I was hurting someone? No, it couldn’t be. So far she hadn’t been reticent when it came to telling me what she thought of me—especially if it was an insult.
“I would like to know more about it—more than a bit of googling will tell me—and most of all, I would like to understand why… Why I, um, liked it when you pulled my hair. I liked it a lot, how you made me feel, how you were with me.”
A bolt of triumph zinged through my body and I was glad she had her eyes closed so she couldn’t see the huge grin on my face. Not to mention the growing erection I was sporting. I straightened my face quickly and pushed my palm onto my cock, willing it to go down—for the time being, anyway. I suspected she’d now voiced the most difficult part of it for her, but I still didn’t want to scare her off. Not now we’d got this far.
I knew she’d fucking liked it. I’d known all along—her body couldn’t lie—but the fact she’d admitted it first to herself and now to me was progress. It didn’t mean, of course, that she’d throw herself to her knees in front of me and call me Master, but I hoped it meant she was up for some exploration. With me. At least I hoped with me and not bloody Peter, not that he gave off any signs of being anything other than vanilla, but hey, most guys could be persuaded.





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Saturday, 14 March 2020

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Over you go?
Isla replayed the words in her mind. Had she heard her husband right?
“What are you waiting for?” He tipped his head and studied her. “Every moment of delay will earn you extra spanks.”
“McTavish, sir, I...”
“Aye, I am sir to you, and husband and master, and as such I command that you place your delicate wee rump over my lap so I can discipline you for your reckless, dangerous behaviour.”
She trembled, her nakedness beneath the towel making her feel even more vulnerable. “You’ve just earned yourself an extra ten swats of my palm.”
“But I—”
“Isla, I won’t say it again. Present me with your bottom so I can teach you a lesson.” She stepped closer, trepidation wending through her veins.
“Drop the towel and bend over.” His jaw tightened as though his patience was running out. “This is for your own good, not mine.”
“But you—”
“Are you arguing with me?”
“No, sir.”
“So do it.” There was steel in his voice. She knew she had no choice but to obey. She was going over his lap for her first punishment as a Highlander’s wife.
As she released the towel, it breezed to the floor and pooled at her feet.
His gaze raked down her naked body, to her toes then back up to her face, pausing only briefly on her breasts and peaked nipples. He tapped his thigh, his lips tightened and his eyes narrowed. “I won’t issue my instruction again.”
Isla’s belly trembled and her face flushed as she stepped up to his side and stared at his wide lap. She could see a hint of his leg through the gap in his kilt. He didn’t wear his sporran.
Her gaze went to his arms, thick and bulging with muscles, tendons, and veins. She prayed he knew his own strength.
“Only what you can take,” he said as if reading her thoughts. “Though right now I’m inclined to give you more as you’re taking so long to show me your rear.”
“I’m sorry.” With a gulp she leaned forward, her breasts pressing onto his kilt and in turn his lap. Her wet hair hung forward, sliding past her neck and shoulders to touch her cheeks. She bent her knees a little.
“Higher, how can I spank you like that?” He lifted her body, and repositioned her with her head hanging so low her hair trailed on the floor.
“Oh!” Her belly was tight over his hard thigh and her ass now the highest point of her body. Only her toes could touch the floor. She gripped his leg and the chair leg for support.
“That’s more suitable.” He rubbed his hand over first her left buttock and then her right. “Much better.”
Blood rushed to her face, flaming her cheeks and making her scalp tingle. It was humiliating to be over his knee like this, as though she were a petulant child who’d been caught stealing apples from a neighbour. “Please, I really think—”
“Be quiet, you will take this, and you will learn from it.” He slapped down, hard, his flat palm landing squarely on her rump.
“Ouch!” She jerked forward and kicked her legs upward, her heels banging the backs of her thighs.
“Keep still, Isla, this will take us some time.”






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