RITES OF PASSAGE BLOG TOUR STOP!!


HELLO FRIENDS, I AM HERE WITH MY BLOG TOUR STOP OF RITES OF PASSAGE; COURTLANDS, THE NEXT GENERATION 2; BY: CAT GRANT! I HAVE BOOK INFO, THE COVER, AND AMAZING EXCERPT, AS WELL AS AN AUTHOR BIO AND SOCIAL LINKS, AND EVEN A GIVEAWAY, SO LET'S GET TO IT:



Author Name: Cat Grant


Book Name: Rites of Passage
Series: Courtlands, the Next Generation
Book: Two
Series should be read in order


Release Date: October 1, 2015
Blurb:
Adulthood sucks.
With college graduation behind them, Seth Thompson and Bilal al-Mansoori enjoy their last carefree summer. But the perfect future Seth’s envisioned since high school—moving to New York to pursue a career as an artist—doesn’t appeal to city-phobic Bilal. A job offer allowing Bilal to remain in upstate New York drives a wedge between them, and Seth’s family’s well-meaning interference doesn’t help at all.
A trip to the UK for Bilal’s sister’s wedding offers a chance to get back on the same page. But their holiday is abruptly cut short when the unthinkable happens…
And Seth faces the very real possibility that he may never see the man he loves alive again.


Pages or Words: 68,000 words


Categories: Bisexual, Contemporary, M/M Romance, Ménage/Poly, New Adult, Romance, *Trans (not a main character)


MAN I LOVE THIS COVER, AND THE BOOK SOUNDS GREAT; I AM GONNA HAVE TO START WITH BOOK 1 :p! HERE IS AN EXCERPT FOLLOWED BY THE LINKS FOR THIS ONE, DON'T MISS IT!!


Bilal was sitting up in bed with his laptop when I came in. When he saw the tray, he set the laptop on the floor. “That smells wonderful. Bring it here.”
“Yes, sir.” I set the tray on the nightstand and poured us some, then handed Bilal his mug before dropping my robe and climbing in bed with my own. The first sip was dark roast heaven, the rich, smoky taste lingering on my tongue. “I think this is the same kind Mom served at Thanksgiving.”
The yummy-like-ice-cream noises he was making told me I didn’t need to ask if he liked it. His toe-curling kiss confirmed it. “Thank you for crawling out of our nice, warm bed to make me this nectar of the gods.”
I laughed. “Well, I wanted some, too.”
He kissed me again, slowly and thoroughly exploring my mouth, tongues entwining while every single drop of blood in my body raced to my groin. “What’s this?” Bilal flipped back the covers to reveal my rising boner. It tented the front of my sweats, the swollen pink crown poking over the waistband. Bilal reached underneath to take me in hand and started stroking me.
Holy shit, he’d gotten really good at this. His confident grip—not too gentle, but not strangling my dick, either—had me on the ropes in seconds, panting and tossing my head…
Then something warm and wet splashed my belly.
It sure as hell wasn’t me. I’d never come. especially with Bilal, without feeling it in every cell, every fucking molecule…
The culprit? Bilal’s mug tipping in his hand, getting ready to drip more coffee on me.
“E-ease up a minute, okay?” I puffed. He gave me a WTF? look, but did what I asked. I set his mug on the tray, then kissed him and coaxed him on top of me, to straddle my hips. “Sorry,” I whispered, “but bathing in hot coffee’s not one of my kinks.”
“Oh, sorry. I didn’t realize…” he said. He started to pull back, but instead I pulled him down to me, our pulsing cocks trapped between us. Grinning, I flexed my hips, rubbing my coffee-spattered belly on his, my skin prickling from the scratchy feel of his dark, coarse treasure trail. “Shall I lick it off?” he teased.
I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him in closer, his stiffening dick grazing mine. “I’d rather do something different this time.”
Another flex of my hips, and his eyes nearly rolled back in his head. “I-Is this…one of your kinks?” he asked, his voice a rough, desperate thread of sound.
You’re my kink. I want every fucking part of you… Your cock, your ass… Your skin, your hair…” Then I remembered the promise I’d made him last night. I caressed his cheek, my palm tingling from the slow, pulsing drumbeat of blood under his warm skin. I carded my fingers through his hair, making sure to stay close to the scalp, and tightened my grip around a handful of thick, heavy strands.
Then I pulled his head back, smiling at his sharp, startled gasp.
“You like that, huh?” Well, duh—his dick had gone rock-hard. I grinned. “Looks like you’ve got a kink or two yourself.”
“W-will you stop teasing and f-fuck me now? Please?”
A minute ago, I’d almost rendered him speechless, and now I’ve got him begging? This is gonna be good.
“Want to come in my mouth?” I whispered, punctuating it with another tug on his hair. His breath hitched, shuddering in his chest. Could I make him come like this, from just talking dirty and pulling his hair? “Or shall I jerk you off, nice and slow?”
“I-I want to do it the real way.” He looked down at me, heat glowing in those dark eyes. Then he licked his moist, full lips, and it took everything I had not to thrust my tongue in his mouth. “With your cock inside me.”
God, not this again. How many times do I have to repeat it?
“There’s more to sex than penetration,” I said gently, letting go of his hair so I could caress his cheek again. “Whichever way we want to do it is the real way.”
“I thought anal was the way most gay men do it.” His face flushed pinker.
“How many months have we been together? And we still haven’t done it. I never got the impression you were unsatisfied.”
“I’m not, I just…” He rolled off me and sat up. “What’s wrong with wanting to try it? You have, haven’t you?”
I nodded and sat up too. “Yeah. But my first time wasn’t all that enjoyable.”
“Why not?”
I’d pushed that memory to the far corners of my mind, but I’d never really forgotten. Times like this, it all roared back like it’d happened last week. “I, uh, met this guy at a frat party during sophomore year. We downed a few beers while we hung out, and it was pretty clear we had chemistry…” I cleared my throat. Why was this making me nervous? I wasn’t ashamed, but I wasn’t exactly proud of throwing away my first time on a one-night stand, either. “We found an empty bedroom upstairs. He pushed me down on the bed and blew me. I figured he’d want the same, but then he flipped me over and started kissing down my spine. It felt incredible, especially when he got around to rimming me, so… When he asked if he could fuck me, I said yes.”
Bilal’s eyes widened. “But you didn’t like it?”
“I shouldn’t have tried it while I…while we were both drunk. It hurt a lot.” I inhaled sharply. “He had a lubed condom, but my ass needed more prep than that. He wasn’t a jerk about it, though. Once he realized he was hurting me, he stopped.”
“Oh, Seth…” He put his arms around me, kissing my earlobe. “Is that why you don’t want to…”
Fuck me now, Seth. Please.
“I want to,” I said softly, “I do. But I don’t want to hurt you. Especially not like that.”
“You won’t,” he murmured, then kissed me again. We sank into the rumpled covers, our flagging erections springing back to life.
I got him to straddle my hips again, and—“Wait a minute,” I said, riffling through the messy nightstand drawer until I found a bottle of water-based lube. I squirted some on my hand, wrapped my slick palm around both our cocks and started stroking.
“D-Don’t stop this time,” he panted. “I-I need to come…”
His rampant need fanned mine higher. I stroked harder, faster, his breath labored, a soft flush blooming across his chest. I loved him like this, demanding, lost in desire, a long way from the closeted, inexperienced guy I’d taken to bed a few short months ago.
He hung in there longer than I expected, but when he gripped my shoulders, I knew he was close. So close, all I did was squeeze the hot, sticky tip of his cock while rubbing my thumb over that sensitive spot on the underside…
And he let out a startled yell, shooting all over my belly and chest.
He didn’t roll off me this time, though after a few minutes his slim, one hundred fifty pound frame started to feel like a dead weight. He still had his hands on my shoulders. Now that I wasn’t focused on getting him off, I could feel his nails digging in.
“Could you, um, not do that?” I rasped.
“Sorry.” Now he rolled off, eyebrows arching when he saw I hadn’t come yet. “Give me a couple minutes, and I’ll take care of you.”
My cock throbbed, echoing in the blood between my ears. “Maybe I should just finish myself off.”
“Don’t you dare,” Bilal growled, batting my hand away. “That’s mine.”
I coughed up a laugh. “Someone’s getting possessive. Not to mention bossy.”
“And someone else is far too fond of complaining.” He leaned in for a kiss, his soft, wet tongue flicking and teasing mine. “Do you want to come in my mouth?”
“J-Jesus,” I breathed. “I think my dick just got twice as hard.”
“I’ll take that as an affirmative.” A mischievous glint dancing in his eyes—oh God, I’m in for it now—he scooted down and sucked the tip of my cock between his lips.
He’d gotten good at this too. He’d learned how to grip my cock at the root to delay orgasm—and, like he’d read my mind, that’s exactly what he did now. The pressure of his supple, talented fingers held me suspended between agony and bliss while he sucked and swallowed my dick all the way down.
“Y-You deserve a g-gold medal for this…” My lips formed the words, but I didn’t hear them. My voice had shorted out, except for the incoherent moans clogging my throat.
The air had gone thin and hot. I choked it down, Bilal’s name a threadbare chant on my lips, until at last I cracked and split open, splintering into a million tiny shards.

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Two-time EPIC Award winner Cat Grant’s been writing off and on for most of her life. Her quirky, emotional m/m and m/m/f fiction has been known to push readers’ buttons, while putting her main characters through the wringer. Since 2008, she’s published over thirty novels and novellas. When she’s not writing, you can find her at the opera or the movies, or sitting in front of the TV waiting forHannibal to come on.


Also by Cat Grant

Power Play: Resistance (with Rachel Haimowitz)
Priceless (Irresistible Attraction #1)
Power Play: Awakening (with Rachel Haimowitz)
Doubtless (Irresistible Attraction #2)
By Chance (Courtland Chronicles #1)
Fearless (Irresistible Attraction #3)
Strictly Business (Courtland Chroncles #2)
Complications (Courtland Chronicles #3)
The Arrangement (Courtland Chronicles #4)
Flawless (Irresistible Attraction #4)
Triad (Courtland Chronicles #5)
The Only One Who Knows (with LA Witt)
Habañera
The Only One Who Matters (with LA Witt)
Black Dog (Bannon’s Gym #1)
Guarded (with LA Witt)
Breaking Free
Takedown (Bannon’s Gym #2)
In From the Cold: A Courtland Novella
The Only One Who Cares (in the anthology Unconditional Surrender)
Icon Men
A Year in the Life: A Courtland Novel (Courtlands: The Next Generation)
Tap Out (Bannon’s Gym #3)
Rites of Passage: A Courtland Novel (Courtlands: The Next Generation)

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