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About the author:
Mara Townsend is a bisexual indie author of LGBTQ+ romances. She loves to explore intimate relationship development of the feels-inducing variety to invoke the eternal just kiss plea from the reader, as well as crafting strong platonic friendships with heaps of heart and soul. Her stories showcase diverse representation, love stories with realistic emotions—never mindless fluff, a healthy dose of humor, and a side helping of her favorite tropes.
She hangs out in fan communities online and learned how to write the kind of stories that she’s passionate about through experimental character-driven fiction based in her favorite worlds. When not writing, she can be found soaking up sunshine at the beach, traveling the world to fill in her passport, perpetually collecting plants, and reading as many fake-dating romance books as she can find.
Here is a short sample from the book:
In the morning, Emery woke up first. He was curled on his side, hands folded beneath his chin and his nose was a hair’s breadth away from Paxton’s back. Paxton’s chest expanded with each breath, still asleep and relaxed.
It was a strange sort of thing, waking up next to someone when he was so unfamiliar with the novelty most people took for granted. There was a stillness to it, like if Emery didn’t move they would remain in that momentary bubble forever, without the world prodding at them. The curious part of him that enjoyed a good puzzle wanted to reach out and map the planes of Paxton’s broad back, learn the shape of his shoulder blades and the curve of his spine.
The sheets smelled like Paxton’s soap, a citrus tang tickling Emery’s senses. It could be because Emery was so close to him—still without touching, small mercies—or because his scent was as good as he was at worming its way into things. It was a faint difference, mingled with the way his bed normally smelled, as if it always belonged there.
Paxton was wrapped around him without physical touch.