Spotlight Post – A Sip of Rio by Teodora Kostova

Spotlight Post – A Sip of Rio by Teodora Kostova

















Liam Young has a problem – he’s booked a romantic holiday to Rio de Janeiro months ago, but when he breaks up with his boyfriend, all his plans fall apart. Not only is his dream holiday slipping through his fingers, but Liam is tired of getting his heart broken.

Blaine Reed has a solution that can save Liam’s plans. Recently divorced, Blaine needs a break, and a couple of stress-free weeks in Rio with a sexy guy like Liam sound like heaven.

Liam and Blaine hit it off right from the start, becoming good friends even before they’ve left London. Despite their efforts to ignore the simmering attraction between them, it boils over when they end up sharing a room in one of the most romantic cities in the world.

Being together in Rio is easy, and it’s exactly what Liam needs – no feelings, no drama, nobody getting hurt.

Until someone does.

When the holiday bubble bursts, it’s up to them to find a way to be together outside of Rio’s seductive magic.














They spent the last days of their holiday mostly sleeping in, lounging on the beach, eating ice-cream, and making love. Blaine never mentioned their conversation in the tent again, and soon Liam relaxed. The silences became comfortable again, the smiles bigger and the kisses longer. The ticking clock on their time together couldn’t be paused, and Blaine could hear every tick and every tock in his mind, a countdown to the finish line. If Liam felt the same way, he didn’t let on. He seemed happy, if a little melancholy about leaving Rio soon, but mostly he was full of smiles, silly jokes, and very naughty ideas of what he could do to Blaine in bed.

On their last day in Rio, after gathering their luggage and getting ready for the early morning flight the next day, Liam suggested they go out clubbing. The night started with a few drinks at the beach bar, then dancing and a few more drinks at a gay club. Blaine was sure they’d both regret this in the morning, especially with an eleven hour flight ahead of them, but he didn’t care. Watching Liam as he danced, his movements graceful and free, his grin never leaving his face, Blaine knew the fierce hangover would be worth it.

“I need some fresh air,” Blaine said in Liam’s ear, catching his hand and dragging him off the dance floor and outside the club.

The silence outside was deafening after the thumping music inside, and Blaine was momentarily taken aback by the quiet of the night. The crisp night felt good on his flushed skin, clearing the fog on his mind a little.

Liam stepped closer to him, backing him against the wall, planting his hands on the sides of Blaine’s head and caging him in.

“Fresh air?” He said, arching an eyebrow.

Blaine lunged forward and fused their mouths together, the desire he felt for Liam, the need to be with him, overpowering all his other thoughts. He threw caution to the wind, picking Liam up, turning and slamming his back against the wall. Liam grunted, but didn’t protest, wrapping his legs around Blaine’s waist, his arms around Blaine’s neck, holding on as if he was never letting go.

But that wasn’t true, was it?

Blaine kissed him desperately, possessively, bruising his lips with his stubble, with his teeth, claiming Liam’s mouth as if it was his soul.

“I want you,” Blaine panted against Liam’s mouth, kissing him over and over, and unable to stop whatever was about to spill out of his mouth.

“You have me,” Liam said, arching his back against the wall, searching for more friction on his hard cock.

“No, I don’t.” Blaine bit Liam’s jaw, harder than he should have, but when Liam whimpered with need he nipped at it again, going all the way down his neck to his collarbone.

“Of course you do,” Liam whispered, his voice husky with arousal. “I’ll let you fuck me right here if that’s what you need.”

Blaine pulled away sharply, untangling Liam’s legs from his waist and caging him in against the wall. Their faces were inches apart as they studied each other in the dim light of the street lamp. Liam’s skin was hot, his cheeks pink with arousal, his mouth wet from Blaine’s kisses. He was beautiful, and right here, in Blaine’s arms, but it felt like he was slipping away, just out of reach.

“I don’t need to fuck you against the wall of a night club, Liam,” Blaine said, fanning his fingers on Liam’s cheek. “I need you. I don’t just mean right now. I want you in my life when we step out of that plane tomorrow. I want everything with you, not just a holiday fling.”














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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 in 2010 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 to 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


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