The Delaneys At Home: a VERY big step!

I don't know about anyone else, but I always think moving in with someone you love is a very big step indeed. An exciting one, yes, especially if it's something you've been looking forward to for ages, but also a scary one. My mother once said you never really know anyone until you've shared the same toothbrush with them and I think she might be right!

When my husband and I got married and started living together (the first time we'd lived in the same county for more than two or three months in fact!), we'd both had our own homes independently so merging our worldly goods together was quite some operation. Not only that but I'd lived on my own for about three years so having to readjust my thinking to there being more than just one person (me!) around on a permanent basis was also quite a challenge. It led to some very interesting conversations, such as:

Me: Look how good I am! - I remembered to bring in two yoghurts from the kitchen for pudding, not just one.


Him: (pausing ...) Um, but you've only brought in one spoon? Is there a yoghurt-eating rota system in place?...

Ah well. And yes, we did have the argument about what exactly is the best way to squeeze the toothpaste tube pretty early on. Do all couples have that? I'd love to know!

In my latest book, The Delaneys At Home (Delaneys *5), Liam has to cope with not just one significant other, but two as he moves in with the deliciously difficult Delaney twins for the first time. Here's the blurb:

Liam is ready for a whole new life with the dangerous Delaney twins, and dives into it with great enthusiasm. But when the men reveal they know he's not been entirely honest with them about his previous art career, the scene is set for a rather different experience of punishment. Can Liam rise to the occasion this time around?

More than that, Liam's gallery boss appears to be in cahoots with the Delaneys about the talents Liam's convinced he simply doesn't have. Will he find the twins' commitment to his profession rather more than even he can handle?

What a lot Liam has to learn ... Here's an extract to heat up your day:

By the time Johnny reached my chest, and Mark my knees, it was taking all my concentration not to move. More than anything I wanted Johnny's tongue on my nipples and Mark's lips round my cock. That would be heaven, but I wasn't convinced they'd do it. After all, punishment had been the operative word before they'd started on me. And I remembered what I'd told them before—how what I most wanted was not my own enjoyment but theirs. God help me, it was true, too.


Johnny's mouth trailed a line of kisses and small licks over my chest, but my nipples remained untouched. I couldn't help groaning at such a loss, then found myself panting as Mark started to stroke me with cool fingers at the back of my knees.
Up until this point, I‟d never realized the back of the knees could be an erogenous zone, but apparently it was. Why on earth did none of the top shelf gay magazines tell you this? I swore if he simply carried on doing that, then I might be able to give the whole of the rest of it a miss. Almost.


My gasp became a moan and then a series of pleas. “Mark, please, that's fantastic...please, don't stop. I really love you. Love
you both, please.”

Against my stomach, Johnny's breath of laughter made me shiver. I needed only to shift slightly on the bed and my cock would be touching his face. I thought I might even come from that faint brush of contact. No, I definitely would, especially if Mark kept on stroking my knees.


“Please,” I begged again, not even quite sure what I might be begging for. By now, Mark's mouth was pressed against my inner thigh, and my greedy cock was the only thing separating the twins.


Just when I thought I might actually die if one of them didn't touch me where I most wanted it, Mark pushed Johnny out of the way and then turned me onto my side, sliding me farther down the bed as he did so.


“Oh, no,” he said, his eyes dark with an intent I couldn‟t interpret. “You don't get to come that easily. Not if you're being punished. The same doesn‟t apply to us, though. Whatever happens next, you can't spill. Do you understand? This time there's no reward later, so don't expect one.”


“No, sir,” I managed to stammer out, wondering how in hell I was supposed to obey him.


“You can move if you need to,” Johnny whispered. “Isn't that true, Mark?”


As I lay panting and so near orgasm that the only thing keeping me from going entirely over the edge was the thin blade of the twins' orders, Mark nodded. Thank God. Because if I couldn't hold back the flow manually, then I didn't have a fighting chance of taking any of the punishment he'd decided on ...

You can buy the book at Amber Allure Press.

Happy reading!

Anne Brooke
Gay Reads UK