Tuesday, 12 May 2015

✪ Henry's End ✪ Julie A Richman ✪

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Title: Henry's End

Author: Julie A Richman

Genre: Standalone M/M Contemporary Romance

Release Date: May 11, 2015

Dreams. 

I used to have them
before the nightmares started.
I dreamed of nice guys, love
normalcy.
Things like reading the Sunday paper in bed with my lover.


But who needs dreams when your reality is filled with a string of faceless dominating men in uniform? Men that pack a thick bulge and are only too happy to satisfy my deviant sexual cravings.

Me. That's who.

And then HE walked through the door and shared with me, a total stranger, his intimate dream of love. Damn him for verbalizing every single detail of the dream I buried long ago.

And now I dont know how I'm going to live without that dream.
Or him.



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ARC received for an honest review


If you have read Ms Richman's Needing Moore series, than you will have already have met our main man, Henry.


If you haven't - don't worry! I have not read the whole Needing Moore series yet, and Henry's End can be read as a standalone.


We first meet Henry again at a wedding, and his thoughts are on the man he just met - Seth.


We are then taken back in time to get Henry's story, from the 1990's until the present day.  We find out how he came to be the man he is today.  

I loved going back to see the man Henry was, and getting taken along for the journey to the man he can and will be.  Henry's life is not all rainbows and butterflies.  There are some wonderful things that happen to him, but there are some truly horrible things that occur.  For every laugh and smile, I shed a tear.


But even after things happen, it just goes to show that you have to live.  You have to move on.  You have to know things will get better.

The only thing I would have liked better, would have been if we had had more time with present-day Henry, and his foundling relationship with Seth.

What was there not to love about Henry and Seth together?  I completely and utterly adored the pair of them.  


I just wish we got more. Ms Richman, please give us more.


I felt that Henry's End was really just the beginning.


And I need to know more!

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Excerpt 

Holding eye contact with the man, meeting the challenge head on, Henry didnt flinch. He wanted him to know that he was aware that he was being watched. The energy between the two was sharp and direct. There was no mistaking that contact had been made, and Henry could feel his stomach cramping with excitement, and his balls tightening with desire. This was a man he had dreamed about his whole life. He exuded absolute power. Envisioning him in uniform made Henry inexplicably ache even more.

Definitely a Marine, he thought. A lieutenant? A captain? This man gave orders and expected them to be followed. He commanded. Demanded. And received.

Turning away, Henry made his way through the crowd in search of the bathroom. Mostly he needed his air back and a moment to process what had transpired. He knew that wasnt all in his head.

The man hadnt just cruised him.

Hed claimed him.

Heading into the bathroom, the site of an open stall door felt like an immediate godsend and he needed to get behind it, alone. Quickly.

It happened so fast, he wasnt quite sure how it occurred. Entering the stall, he turned to close the door but was propelled against the metal stall wall to his right, knocking the air out of him. He heard the muffled sound of the stall door latch being locked. The larger man pinned him with his body, his muscular chest pressing Henry flush against the cold metal. The cool smooth surface felt good against his hot, sunburned cheek. Henry could feel the mans cock pressed against his ass crack on the outside of his bike shorts and wondered if the guys cock was still in his pants or not. It wasnt until that moment that he realized the man had him in a loose choke hold. He didnt feel fear, and somehow instinctually knew this guy wasnt going to hurt him. He was establishing his control and position.

With lips next to Henrys ear, his voice was little more than a growl. Is that what you want? Little boys? Little boys that will never satisfy you? Is that what you want? His sizable cock pressed harder against Henrys ass. With his free hand, the man reached around to the front of Henrys bike shorts and found exactly what he was looking for a hard, excited cock. Giving it a squeeze through the slippery material of his bike shorts, Henry hardened immediately to the mans touch. Continuing to fondle him through the thin fabric, while simultaneously pressing him from behind, the Marine hissed into Henrys ear, I asked you a question.


Brain cells blown away by the physical assault both front and rear, for the life of him, Henry could not remember the mans question and answered by pressing his junk harder into the guys hand, needing to feel possessed by his grasp. He did not disappoint Henry as he squeezed his balls tighter.

You still want little boys? he growled, his arm tightening around Henrys neck.

The moment Henry felt the crook of his arm squeeze his neck, he began to pump himself into the mans hand, No. I dont want little boys.

Then what is it you want? The man had Henry by his cock and was pressing him firmly against his own hard-on, grinding harshly against his ass.
I want you.

Good. And I dont want you dancing with those boys. Do you understand that?

Henry nodded his head, yes.

With his hand firmly encasing Henrys privates, the Marine pressed the smaller man against him and continued to let Henry feel the pressure of his cock against his ass.

Henry leaned his weight back into him, eyes closed. There was nothing in the world except the guys hand kneading and pressing his balls. He wanted to stay in the moment forever. Submit to whatever the man wanted from him.

And then he was gone. Leaving Henry against the wall with a raging hard-on and a need to feel the Marines hands and cock again, hear his voice, low and raspy, in his ear. Without removing an article of clothing or coming, he had never had a sexual experience that excited him as much, and he knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that he would always remember the sublime feeling of being restrained by this man.

He wanted more.

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USA Today Bestselling author Julie A. Richman is a native New Yorker living deep in the heart of Texas. A creative writing major in college, reading and writing fiction has always been a passion. Julie began her corporate career in publishing in NYC and writing played a major role throughout her career as she created and wrote marketing, advertising, direct mail and fundraising materials for Fortune 500 corporations, advertising agencies and non-profit organizations. She is an award winning nature photographer plagued with insatiable wanderlust. Julie and her husband have one son and a white German Shepherd named Juneau.
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