Cookies by Teodora Kostova
Published April 16, 2016
Published by Teodora Kostova
Cover Art by Jay Aheer at Simply Defined Art
Categories: MM Romance, Contemporary
How exciting! We’re hosting a tour stop for Teodora Kostova today and we have an exclusive excerpt from the book Cookies to share with you! Enjoy! This book is as sweet as it’s name.
I went to war, running away from myself. I came back in pieces to find out who I really was…
It took me nearly ten years, two tours in Afghanistan and losing a leg to come to terms with who I really am.
Two years after coming back from war, I can say that I’m finally content. I’m as fit as ever, my prosthetic leg allowing me the freedom to move and exercise as if nothing has changed. I own a small bakery in the centre of Cambridge, and I have a loyal circle of friends that I can always count on.
Yet, there’s something missing. A part of me craves the intimacy, the deep connection to another human being. But another – bigger – part of me is terrified of letting anyone in.
My internal conflict didn’t stand a chance when I met Jay. He stormed through my defence walls like a hurricane, wrapping around me with gentle force until I had no choice but to surrender.
Surrendering has never felt so good.
Will Jay want to stay when he sees the real me? When he sees the nightmares and insecurities clawing at my soul? When he realises the burden I come with may be heavier than we both can carry?
My name is Amir Gopal and this is my story.
“Oh my god, these are incredible!” Jay exclaimed as he bit into a brownie, bringing his other hand to wipe at the caramel sauce dripping down his chin. I grinned, eating my own brownie in a much more controlled fashion.
He didn’t speak again until he’d eaten two more brownies, all the while moaning in pleasure. My cock throbbed in my pants with his every obscene moan. I’d been in various stages of arousal all evening, ever since Jay had walked through my door dripping wet, and my control was very close to snapping. Jay’s flirting, his kisses, his laughter and jokes, the smell of his skin, the way his eyes lit up when he spoke… I couldn’t take it anymore. I couldn’t spend another second without having him in my arms.
He finished his third brownie, his eyes rolling back as he licked caramel off his fingers. Fucking hell. I leaned over the counter, caught his wrist and sucked a caramel soaked finger into my mouth. His eyes shot wide, the blissful expression gone.
“Do you know how irresistible you are?” I murmured as I sucked his fingers clean. “You could tempt a monk.”
Jay’s lips quirked up, his eyelids dropping seductively. “Am I tempting you?”
“Ever since that first day I saw you.”
I drew him close and kissed him, slowly, enjoying the sweetness from the brownies on his tongue. Underneath, Jay’s unique flavour seduced me, lured me in like a siren song. I didn’t want to resist it. I wanted Jay more than I was afraid of my own insecurities.
My hands slid around his body, drawing him even closer. His sticky fingers found their way into my hair, and Jay grabbed handfuls of it, clutching to a point of pain. I groaned, the slight discomfort turning me on even more.
“God, Jay…” I moaned his name between kisses, moving my hand to cup his jaw. Jay whimpered in my arms, his red, glistening lips parted in pleasure.
I couldn’t stop this if I wanted to. And I definitely didn’t want to.
“Stay?” I asked, nuzzling his neck. My hands moved to his ass, squeezing and kneading the firm flesh, eliciting a low groan from Jay.
“Are you sure?” Jay managed to ask before I took his mouth again, possessively biting his lower lip.
I wasn’t sure. A small part of me – the insecure, sceptical, unhappy part me – didn’t trust Jay. But the rest of me needed Jay, right this second. I needed to hold him, feel his bare skin under my fingers, touch every inch of his body and make him scream my name. And if he got disgusted by my damaged body and ran – then so be it. I’d rather know now than later, when I’d fallen too hard.
“Yes,” I replied, a second too late. Jay sensed my hesitation and slowed down our frantic kiss, cupping my face with both his hands and peering into my eyes.
“You know I like you just the way you are, right?”
I swallowed hard. “You haven’t seen all of me yet.”
“You’re amazing,” Jay said, kissing me softly. “And smart.” Kiss. “And kind.” Another kiss. “And funny.” He kissed me longer this time, as if making a point. “And you have scars. It all makes you who you are, and I really like who you are, Amir.”
I closed my eyes, letting the words sink in. Jay kissed me again before I peeled myself off of him and took his hand, leading him to my bedroom. He followed without any resistance.
Hi, my name is Teodora and I live in London with my husband and my son. I’ve been writing ever since I can remember, but it became my full time job a few years ago when I decided that everything else I’ve tried bores me to death and I have to do what I’ve always wanted to do, but never had the guts to fully embrace. I’ve been a journalist, an editor, a personal assistant and an interior designer among other things, but as soon as the novelty of the new, exciting job wears off, I always go back to writing. Being twitchy, impatient, loud and hasty are not qualities that help a writer, because I have to sit alone, preferably still, and write for most of the day, but I absolutely love it. It’s the only time that I’m truly at peace and the only thing I can do for more than ten minutes at a time – my son has a bigger attention span than me.
When I’m procrastinating, I like to go to the gym, cook Italian meals (and eat them), read, listen to rock music, watch indie movies and True Blood re-runs. Or, in the worst case scenario, get beaten at every Nintendo Wii game by a very inventive kid.
Don’t be shy and get in touch – I love connecting with my readers.
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A sweet morsel from Teodora Kostova. I know, I know, but I couldn’t resist saying that! There’s no angst or black moment in this story. We’re talking pure love, devotion, and reasoning between Amir and Jay from the start.
Amir is the owner of Cookie’s, a bakery and coffee shop. He’s a former war veteran who has many scars from his tours overseas. Scars that are both internal and external. The internal scars are PTSD and the feeling of fear that accompanies relationships. Opening up and letting someone see inside and to also see the scars outside. The burns and puckered skin, the amputated leg. Amir has worked tirelessly to move past the trauma and make a life for himself. Cookie’s is his escape and his way of being himself.
Amir keeps close to his past by visiting a center for veterans. He visits the center every night, taking Cookie’s leftover cookies, brownies, and cakes. It also gives him a chance to visit with friends who understand what his life was and is like.
One day Jay walks into Cookie’s and it’s a game changer. There’s instant attraction and interest between the two. By the second visit, Amir takes a chance and gives Jay his number. That is the start of something truly beautiful between them. Jay is wide-eyed innocence in walking form. He’s happy, trusting, and extremely giving. He has a love of the arts but also has a keen business sense, thanks to his family business and studies at uni.
Jay is totally understanding and giving of himself to Amir. Amir has so many things to work past to give himself fully to Jay, he can’t make the words he wants to say come out of his mouth. Their journey together is slow, steady, and sure. They don’t waver and ride out the rough spots as they come. All along, the love and special moments carry them. Jay trustsin their love fully and Amir must learn to do the same. A purely sweet love story for fans of ‘happy forever and ever always’ relationships.
RATING: BAD ASS BOOTS!!