Blog Tour + Giveaway: Wrapped Together (Portland Heat #5) by Annabeth Albert

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Title: Wrapped Together

Series: Portland Heat #5

Author: Annabeth Albert

Publisher: Kensington Books

Release Date: December 6

Heat Level: 4 - Lots of Sex

Pairing: Male/Male

Length: 35,000 words

Genre: Romance, contemporary, friends-to-lovers

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Synopsis

In the bustling restaurants, shops, and cafés of Portland, Oregon, things really heat up for the hard-working men behind the scenes when the holidays come into town . . .

For a stationery store owner, the holidays are great for business. But for Hollis Alcott, Christmas reminds him of the tragic events of three years past, and the last thing he wants to do is take part in Portland’s over-abundance of festive cheer. But Sawyer Murphy, a hunky gift shop owner whose brother is married to Hollis’s sister, has made it his mission to pluck Hollis out of his holiday blues. And his plan is beginning to work. Wrapped in the warm glow of newfound passion, the former business rivals hit up Portland’s finest holiday traditions—and Hollis’s icy attitude begins to melt like snowflakes on his tongue. But he isn’t sure he can trust anyone with the only gift he has—his heart—without breaking it like an antique ornament. Unless he can find the courage to take a leap with the one lover he never expected . . .

Excerpt

Thank you so much for having me! I’m celebrating the release of WRAPPED TOGETHER, my holiday story about two competing shop owners who are about to turn the heat up… I brought along an EXCLUSIVE sexy excerpt for you. I can’t WAIT for you to meet Sawyer and Hollis and all their holiday #PortlandHeat fun!

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Grasping either side of the scarf, Sawyer used it to tug me forward until we were kissing, him locking me in place with the scarf. His mouth was more confident tonight, as if he’d figured out some essential truths about my reactions on Friday and intended to exploit them. And indeed he did, lips and tongue claiming my mouth. He sucked on my lower lip and I moaned. He was simply too good at this.

He shifted, hands still on the scarf but pulling it lower so it dropped across my shoulder blades, another tug and our chests were mashed together. He chuckled softly, obviously pleased with himself.

“Someday I want to tie your hands with this scarf.” His voice was a dirty promise in my ear.

I made a noncommittal noise as someday implied a future of repeats that I refused to think about right then. One act of insanity at a time. But his words also thrilled me, made my pulse flutter. I hadn’t let anyone do that since Yuto. Hadn’t wanted to do that since Yuto, truth be told. But affable Sawyer, the last person I would have thought, made those old longings hum.

“You’d let me,” he said, wonder in his voice. My eyes must have given me away. “Hols…”

He dropped to his knees, a surprisingly graceful movement from a six foot two guy built like a soccer defender. His hands immediately went to my belt, but I stayed his touch. “Not that.”

“You don’t like being blown?” Sawyer looked up at me like I’d confessed to not liking birthday cake.

“I’m not entirely opposed, just…context…” My hand fluttered as I struggled to explain. This position in particular didn’t work for me, for reasons I really didn’t understand.

“Context.” Sawyer raised an all-knowing eyebrow, then stood, eyeing past the kitchen to my bedroom door as if trying to decide how far he could push me before I’d bolt. Evidentially not very far as he tugged me toward my couch. It was a nice, long midcentury-styled gray number, one I’d dozed on during more than one insomniac movie marathon. I silently praised its sturdy build as Sawyer none too gently toppled me back into the cushions. “You’ll tell me when I find the right…context for touching your dick?”

“This isn’t terrible,” I admitted, luxuriating in the heavy press of his body against mine as he stretched out. Two tall men was a tight fit, even with the generous proportions of my couch. Truth be told, I kind of liked being a bit squashed by Sawyer. He propped himself up with one arm, using the other to work at my shirt buttons. One-handed was more than a bit fiddly, and after two buttons I pushed him up.

“Oh here, I’ll do it.” I shed my shirt and T-shirt in short order while he did the same, his green and yellow Ducks sweatshirt hitting my white rug.

“Swear to God, if you need to stop and fold, Hollis, we’re going to have an issue.” He half-growled, half-laughed.

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Meet the Author

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 children.
Represented by Saritza Hernandez of the Corvisiero Literary Agency