Henry’s End by Julie A Richman

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Henry’s End by Julie A Richman

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Once again, Julie Richman has sucked me in to a beautiful and heartbreaking story. She's made me fall in love with amazing characters. She's ripped my heart out, made me angry, made me cry, made me laugh. Even if M/M isn't your thing, you will love Henry's story. It's sexy. It's brutal. It's beautiful. It's real. [May 2015]

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Julie Richman's first dive into M/M is a grand slam!

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Favorite Quotes

“Ah, a southern gentleman.”  It was hard to speak with a long, hard cock rubbing slowly against his own. “An officer and a gentleman?” Henry questioned.
Throwing his head back with laughter, “Don’t ever expect me to be a gentle man with you.”
“We love who we love. It may not make sense to anyone else.  It doesn’t need to.  It may not even make sense to you.  It doesn’t have to.”
“I think you are the single best thing that has ever happened in my life.  Seriously.  And I want to know what it feels like to have you buried in me.”


Henry was deeply ensconced in his own head, making resolutions about moving on, not paying attention to his surroundings, or seeing the man, as he approached his car. He was leaning against the hood, his thick muscled arms folded across his chest. Calm, cool, collected, in charge and so damn freaking handsome.

“Your place?” was all he said.

Henry felt the sharp stab in his heart as his adrenal glands shot a release of hormones into his blood stream. Shaking his head no, he was shocked at how cool and calm his voice sounded, when he was anything but, “No. I don’t think so. You haven’t even bought me a drink yet.”

Walking around the big Marine to the driver’s side, Henry hit the remote, unlocking the door.

With a palm to the solar plexus to stop him, “Where are you going?” the Marine asked.

“Home,” Henry was very matter-of-fact.

“I thought you wanted me to buy you a drink?”

Stepping around the Marine, Henry opened the door to his black BMW and got in. “I do…” and he closed the door and started the engine.

Rolling down the window, he added with a smile, “… on Sunday.” Gunning the Beamer’s engine, he left the Marine in the dusty parking lot with a smile on his handsome face.

Well played, Henry congratulated himself. Let him ache for me as much as I’ve been aching for him.


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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 don’t know how I'm going to live without that dream.
Or him.



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About The Author
Adrian Perkins

My romance novel obsession started when I was a kid reading my Mom’s Jackie Collins novels. I’m a romance junkie and I like my men to be alpha males and my ladies to be quirky and strong. I need the HEA but it’s OK if it takes 2 or 3 or 10 books to get there. Lee Nightingale is my forever BBF.

I’m a Part-time Realtor and full-time Mommy with a husband, 2 kids and 3 cats. I love to travel almost as much as I love to read.