A warm welcome to the Blog Tour for the 3rd book in the Village Affairs series: Triple Intent written by Kristian Parker! So excited I can be part of this Release Day Tour! The books sounds so good and I just want to promote them!
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When a billionaire and his assistant bring change to the village, Michael has to adapt…
The future’s uncertain for Michael Fleming. He came to the sleepy Yorkshire village of Napthwaite a year ago as Thorpe Hall’s gardener, but now the Hall’s been sold…to billionaire hotelier Darryl Burlington.
When self-made Darryl and his handsome French assistant, François Vernier, come to set up the new property acquisition, they plan to find a willing third party to share their bed. Darryl and François aren’t together, but they like to celebrate success. But instead of indulging themselves in a treat after their hard work, they trigger events which no one could have foreseen.
This chain reaction Darryl, François and Michael leads to big changes in Napthwaite—and in all three men’s lives…
I have written for as long as I could write. In fact, before, when I would dictate to my auntie. I love to read, and I love to create worlds and characters.
I live in the English countryside. When I’m not writing, I like to get out there and think through the next scenario I’m going to throw my characters into.
Inspiration can be found anywhere, on a train, in a restaurant or in an office. I am always in search of the next character to find love in one of my stories. In a world of apps and online dating, it is important to remember love can be found when you least expect it.
If his parents could see him now, he didn’t know if they would be impressed or disgusted. Probably a mix of the two. He hadn’t spoken to them in ten years so who knew?
The suite had everything he and Darryl could want. A private pool, butler—who Darryl had magnanimously given the day off—and wraparound views. His mind rested on the Christmas Days he’d had as a kid. His grandparents coming to see his new toys and playing simple games before joining the rest of the village for carols.
A tear escaped his eye which he hastily wiped away. No use dwelling on the past.
Draining the glass, he wandered over to the wine cooler and grabbed another bottle. There was always another when he travelled with Darryl Burlington.
He made his way over to the bedroom, to be greeted by the sight of Ezio riding Darryl’s cock hard. His lithe furry body bucked in time to Darryl’s grunting. François popped the cork loudly and they both stopped.
“I thought you might need some refreshment.”
Ezio climbed off Darryl, pulling the condom off him and throwing it in the bin. “Sounds good to me,” he replied.
Darryl hadn’t left the bed yet. Why would he? Everything had been brought to him.
François poured the champagne and handed a long-stemmed crystal flute to each of the sweating men.
“What time did you say you were working, Ezio?”
Sipping his drink, the gorgeous man glanced at his watch.
“Oh shit,” he exclaimed. He slammed the glass down on the bedside table. “Can I have another shower?”
“Sure,” Darryl said.
Ezio brushed past François and out of the room.
“He can go on forever,” Darryl grinned.
“You weren’t doing so bad yourself,” François replied.
At forty-two years old, Darryl Burlington was still in his prime. Sweat beaded on his dark brown skin as he took a swig of his drink. “I’m starving,” he announced. “Get rid of him and we can go for dinner?”
François tried not to pout. “I thought we could order up and watch a movie.”
Darryl shook his head. “Nah, that’ll be boring. Let’s see if there’s any life going on out there. Maybe find us one last Christmas treat?” He winked at François.
“You’re on heat,” he said.
“It’s Christmas Day.” Darryl laughed. “What are we doing tomorrow?”
François walked over to the window. “George is taking us to the site in the morning. Then our flight is at two.”
“Perfect. I might have a quick nap. Build my strength up.”
Darryl snuggled down under the sheets. François drained his glass and walked out to the living area where Ezio had thrown on a pair of jeans.
“Do you know what happened to my T-shirt?” he said.
François took him in. Another exceptionally handsome man to add to their collection. He couldn’t say he hadn’t enjoyed being fucked all ways by him. But he joined a very long line. Darryl was a hunter and soon lost interest when the quarry was captured.
François dug behind one of the sofa cushions and found a grey T-shirt. He threw it across to the gorgeous man.
“Thanks,” Ezio said with a wink. “I had a really great time.”
“Yeah, me too,” François said.
He always had to the get rid of them. No matter how many people they invited to the room, François assumed the role of doorman. They would always want more, and he would have to let them down gently. Darryl probably didn’t even know this dance was done after he’d had his pleasure.
“Do you want to tell your face that?” Ezio said.
“It’s Christmas Day, François. You look as though you’re going to the dentist.”
François smiled. “Sorry. Been working hard lately.”
Pulling the shirt over his head, Ezio came over and wrapped his arms around François’ waist. He ignored the instinct to push him away.
“Now you’ve played hard. It’s the best medicine.” Ezio kissed him. “Should I say goodbye to Darryl?”
François shook his head. “Best not. He’s getting some shut-eye before we get to do it all again.”
“Call in at the bar?” Ezio asked hopefully.
François nodded vaguely. Darryl didn’t believe in lightning striking twice, so they wouldn’t be going in that bar again.
“Sure. Now go to work,” he said. He extracted himself from Ezio’s arms and walked over to the hallway. “I’m going to finish that bottle and find a trashy Christmas movie to watch.”
But Ezio didn’t move. “Why don’t you just be with him?”
François stopped in his tracks. “I’m sorry?”
“Darryl. It’s obvious you’re in love with him.”
Tension ran through François’ body. Ezio wasn’t the first to say this, but the question always made him defensive. It must be crystal clear for people on the outside. “It’s not that like that. Darryl and I are complicated.”
Ezio made a face. “I can’t see how. When I’ve gone, go in there and fuck his brains out. Then tell him you love him.”
François dashed over to the open bedroom door. The room lay in darkness, but surely Darryl couldn’t have dropped off that quickly. He did not want him overhearing this stranger dissecting a relationship they had never bothered to define in eight years. He gently shut the door.
“Firstly, we only play with others. Secondly, I’m not in love with anyone, thank you. Thirdly, if I were I wouldn’t be discussing it with a stranger. Got that?”
Realising he would have to be way more forthright, he marched over to the main door. Opening it with purpose, he wanted to make it perfectly clear this experience had come to an end. But Ezio wasn’t so easily put off. He stopped by François, his face so close that François could smell the stale alcohol on him.
“Will you return to Kefalonia?”
“Probably,” François said. “We’re thinking of buying a place in the south. I will come for the opening.”
“Then get in touch.”
“Darryl probably won’t come. He doesn’t bother these days.”
“I don’t care. I’d like to see you again.”
This man had outstayed his welcome. His overconfident manner grated on François. “Sure, whatever. Find me on Insta. François Vernier.”
Ezio nodded and kissed him before leaving the suite. François shut the door behind him. He did not need to be psychoanalysed by a one-night stand on Christmas Day. When did meaningless sex become such hard work?
Resisting the temptation to crawl in beside Darryl, he sat down on the couch and poured himself another glass of champagne. He didn’t blame Ezio for being envious that he lived the high life in suites like this, but he wouldn’t let some scheming barman overstep the mark. He had spent the last few years being everything Darryl needed. He knew what he wanted before Darryl did. Darryl often joked that he was more of a husband than an assistant. At night when he was alone in bed, François would think about what it would be like if they were real partners.
We could rule the world.