I follow Enrique Cruz on Facebook and so I was excited when he asked if he could share his new release here on my blog! Read on for the excerpt, cover, and blurb for Macho!
Macho, a May-December romance between two men, and how it’s never too late to grow. Jared is an insecure young man from an abusive home taking his first steps toward becoming a stronger man. Surviving an abusive family-life has given him strengths he knows nothing about, until they are revealed to him by the man he falls for. Creed is the muscular, insanely hot owner of Macho, a gym for hardcore fitness fanatics. Attracted to his latest client, he’s wary of the age difference between them, and a secret that could derail any hope for a relationship. Looks are easy to worship, it’s when you are forced to dig beneath the surface that true love becomes a permanent part of your soul. This is a stand-alone novella without cliffhangers and it comes complete with hot and steamy sexy times and a HEA. For mature audiences over 18. Trigger warning; this story addresses themes of emotional, physical, and sexual abuse.
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Jared’s arms on my shoulders felt so good, so soothing, but I knew I had to make him stop. There is no way I could let this go any further, not without hurting him. I turned my head to face him, but before I could say anything Jared reached out his hand and grabbed the side of my neck, with a sureness that only youth, or those who have nothing to lose possess.
His lips pressed into mine, with an aggression and urgency that left me with no other option than to kiss him back. My body reacted instinctively, my mouth opening to his. The syrupy coffee flavor mingled with his natural taste was like a nectar, or a potion aimed at seduction. His tongue, lips and teeth owned mine with a possessiveness that made my head spin with carnal pleasure.
I need to stop this, it isn’t right.
He pulled me in closer, closing my brain down with his soft hands now on my face. He was kneeling in front of me, his lips never leaving mine, exploring my mouth with the earnestness of a first time lover. I was caught in a spell he was weaving, and I’d do anything this sorcerer wanted. I placed my hands on his shoulders and pulled him with me as I stood up, our lips still in place. He grasped the front of my tank top, holding onto it to steady his legs that I could feel shaking against mine.
Our kiss became harder, frantic, and his body pressed against mine so close, I could feel the steel rod in my shorts throbbing against his, and I moaned aloud, with no thought of the neighbors, or anyone else who could see or hear us. Jared whimpered against me, his hands running up and down my back faster and faster as he nibbled my lips.
Stop Creed, before it’s too late.
Rational thought finally returned, and while my body resisted, I forced my hands to push him back before we did anything we’d regret. He held on for the first couple of seconds, then he finally stepped back, groaning his displeasure.
“Why did you push me away?” He asked, breathless. He placed his hands on my chest, which I grasped and held in mine. I stared into his eyes, and all I could think about was that kiss. His body pressed against mine, my cock rock hard because of him, Jared, beautiful, handsome Jared. I shook my head and sat down again. Jared took the other chair and crossed his arms over his chest, a defensive body position I hated to see, preferring him open to me.
We sat there staring at each other; Jared wanting to know why I pushed him away, and me, I needed to explain it in a way that didn’t seem like I was rejecting him.
“Look, as much as I find you attractive, and I do find you incredibly attractive, I have some issues of my own I have to think about, things that would affect you as much as me.” The truth, just the simplest version, details too hard to give up just yet, because, I just can’t.
Jared looked down, his hair falling into his eyes, a habit I knew from prior experience meant he was shutting himself off, hiding from me. How can I explain something so painful, so personal, even if I do feel a connection?
“Jared, listen to what I have to say. I have issues of my own, and until I deal with them, well, I’m not really good for you or anyone else.”
“Why do you keep wanting to protect me?” He interrupted, flicking the lock of blonde hair behind his ear. “I don’t know if you’re aware of this, but I voted in the last election, and I’m registered for selective service. I’m an adult, and you’re treating me like a kid. I’m an honors student studying biology, I’m not stupid, so stop talking down to me.”
I flinched, not expecting this outburst, but after hearing his words I knew that I deserved it.
“Creed, you are the first man I’ve ever kissed, the first man I’ve done anything with. So yeah, I am inexperienced, but I’m not inexperienced in dealing with messed up situations, or knowing when someone is trying to weasel their way out of something.” Jared started pacing the deck, agitated, and I knew I’d made a huge mistake, that I’d underestimated him. Or maybe I’d just done what I always did when I found someone attractive-chase them off.
“I’m gonna get out of here, get out of your hair. Obviously you don’t want me around. And by the way, you think you’re not rejecting me, that you’ve somehow worked it out in your head that I’m not going to feel bad? You’re wrong. This feels like shit.” He opened the screen door that led into the house and closed it quietly behind him. I stared at the door, listening to his footsteps as he made his way through the small row house. I heard the front door slam behind him. Then I heard nothing.
Oh my god, I’ve totally fucked this up. Even if my methods were wrong, I can’t rub off on him, I can’t mistreat him. I can’t grow attached damn it, and I’m already in danger of doing just that. I was his first kiss? Years of pent up need lay behind that kiss. The passion I felt coming from him wasn’t just a horny young guy wanting to get his rocks off, no, it was far too intense for that. I knew there was more to his insistent lips and hands, because I felt it too.
I walked inside searching for him, knowing he wasn’t there, hoping I’d misheard the front door slamming shut behind him. I wanted to say something, anything to make this better. I just wish he understood that yes, he’s too young for me, a good 15 years younger, and the differences in life experiences were huge. Plus, if he only knew my potential for causing him pain, he’d run screaming in the other direction, as far away from me as he could.
I was better off alone.
About Enrique Cruz:
Enrique was born a poor…just kidding. Enrique comes from a family of readers and publishers. His grandmother was a librarian who took him to work with her whenever she could. His father started working in a printshop when he was 9 years old due to the premature death of his father. He moved up in the world of printing, and moved to publishing, working for a top publisher while Enrique was a kid. He’d bring home books from work for Enrique to read, sparking his love for telling stories. Enrique now loves literature of all types, but prefers telling stories with an emotional impact, and erotica and romance fit the bill quite nicely. you can find his website at https://enriquecruzsite.wordpress.com/