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Title: Exchange of Hearts
Author: N.R. Walker
Publisher: Self Published
Cover Artist: Sara York
Genre: M/M Romance
Eighteen-year-old Harrison Haddon has grown up alone. Surrounded by wealth, nannies, and material things, all he craves is the approval of his father. Sent away to the boarding school his father and grandfather attended, it’s assumed he will follow in their footsteps from Sydney’s prestigious Ivy League school straight into medical school.
But Harrison doesn’t want to be a doctor.
He dreams of music and classical piano. His only true happiness, his escape from the world expected of him, is dismissed by his intolerant and emotionally detached parents.
Levi Aston arrives from London for a three-month student exchange program. Free-spirited and confident in who he is and what he wants to do with his life, Levi convinces Harrison not give up on his dreams.
But convincing Harrison not to give up on his family might not be so easy.
When Levi had been here for four weeks, I took him to Taronga Zoo. “You can’t come to Australia and not see kangaroos and koalas,” I told him. So we started with the Australian animals, making our way around the Sydney landmark.
At one point he grabbed my hand to drag me toward the baby elephant enclosure, and he didn’t let it go. We stood against the railing, our fingers entwined between us.
It was crowded. Most people were shoulder to shoulder, so we didn’t look out of place. But I was holding hands with a guy in public.
My heart was pounding and I was smiling, but not at the cute baby elephant. Levi leaned against me. He squeezed my fingers and sighed.
And then he let go of my hand.
“Come on,” he said with a smile, pointing to the sign. “Tigers are this way.”
We spent the entire Saturday walking around the park, laughing and talking, and soon enough it was time to head back to school. We took the ferry back to the city, and as Levi fell into the seat next to me, he picked up my hand and dropped his head on my shoulder. “We must have walked miles,” he said.
It was private in our seats, so I wasn’t worried about being spotted. I squeezed his hand in mine, its warmth sent tingles through me, and I hummed. “Mmm, we did walk miles.”
“Such a shame,” he mumbled.
“Why?” I asked with a laugh.
“Because you’ll be too tired to study for more than an hour.”
The thought of what he was implying made me hum. “Never too tired for that.”
He held my hand again on the bus from the city back to school. No one looked at us. No one cared. And I liked it. I wanted it to be a permanent thing. I wanted to be able to be myself. More than anything in the world, I wanted to be me, without fear of retaliation.
He rubbed his thumb over the back of my hand, and when I looked at him, he smiled. I grinned at him and I thought for a moment he was about to kiss me. On the bus. In front of everyone.
But he didn’t.
And I didn’t know if I was relieved or disappointed.
That night after dinner and showers, I did manage to study for an hour. And when I closed the book, he was watching me, waiting. I smiled at him. “You that keen to give me a reward for being a good boy?”
He bit his bottom lip, and he looked different. His eyes were darker, deeper, and it did something to my belly. He nodded and walked slowly over to me, put his knee on the bed and swung the other leg over me. It was heady enough that he was straddling me, but then he undid my jeans.
He didn’t say a word. He just slipped his hand underneath my briefs and pulled me out. I was already half hard; it didn’t take much—just a fucking look and he turned me on.
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About the Author
N.R. Walker’s Bio: N.R. Walker is an Australian author, who loves her genre of gay romance.
She loves writing and spends far too much time doing it, but wouldn’t have it any other way.
She is many things; a mother, a wife, a sister, a writer. She has pretty, pretty boys who live in her head, who don’t let her sleep at night unless she gives them life with words.
She likes it when they do dirty, dirty things…but likes it even more when they fall in love.
She used to think having people in her head talking to her was weird, until one day she happened across other writers who told her it was normal.
She’s been writing ever since…
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