Title: Discovering Dalton (Manchester Menage Collection #2)
Author Name: Nicole Colville
Publication Date & Length: August 28, 2015 – 382 pgs
At fifteen, Troy and Liam were fostered by the same family, and although they hated each other at first, they gradually became solid friends. As adults, the two foster brothers live together. Both experience tough times, each being a rock for the other, but their love had never been anything other than brotherly.
Until they both fall for the same guy, and things get… complicated.
Dalton is fresh out of a ten year marriage. Feeling lost, he concentrates on the only thing he can control—his body. Developing from a chubby, unfit police officer into a lean, mean inked one, Dalton has never looked better, but inside, he’s never felt worse. A relationship is far from his thoughts, and one with another man makes Dalton even more confused. He takes time to get to know Troy and Liam separately, but Manchester isn’t that big, and sparks fly when fate throws the three together.
Together, these three fight it out between them. Both Troy and Liam demand Dalton choose between them, but what if he didn’t have to choose? What if it could work between three?
The things in life we fight for are never the easiest, but they’re the ones worth holding onto forever.
I really enjoyed this slightly unusual m/m/m. I really enjoyed each of the pairs as a couple and I believed in Liam and Troy’s struggle to allow themselves to move forward from the brotherly relationship they had always insisted on.
This is a relationship between three alpha males and Colville makes all three men into complicated, flawed and completely loveable heroes. I really enjoyed the dynamics between the three men. There is a little bit too much talking and brooding for me at times. The heat in this story takes some time to build but the author makes up for lost time once her men are together.
And finally, I love the fact that Nicole Colville is a UK based writer because I am able to relax and stop translating Americanisms when I read her work. What a great series!
Liam chatted with Milo, but Dalton was too busy trying to stop hyperventilating and not staring at Liam’s body, seeing it as he last saw it—wet and tense, excited and looking sinful in that shower cubicle. Those types of thoughts weren’t going to help him calm down. Why oh why did that have to happen?
Blue leaned in, calming strokes running up and down Dalton’s back, sweetly spoken words whispered against his neck, and Dalton’s tension eased a little. “Is he an ex or something?”
“No,” Dalton choked out.
“Oh, I just thought there was some history there.” Blue’s glossy red lips curled into a smile.
“There’s no history of that kind.”
“But there is some to speak about?” Blue opened his green eyes wider and nodded. “It’s obvious. Maybe it’s time you resolved this tension between the two of you somehow.”
“What?” Dalton stiffened.
“Well, there’s obviously something happening between you two.”
“Yeah, but not what you think.”
Blue bit his lip while he thought. “Hmm, there’s a few different things going on from where I’m sitting.” He nudged his thigh against Dalton’s dick, and for the first time, he realised he was excited. “Or is this for me?”
Dalton truly had no idea. He was confused by his own body, not understanding why he was reacting at all. But it had happened in the showers while he watched Liam. Maybe it was those moments replaying in his mind which caused his cock to stiffen in his jeans.
Maybe it was the fact he had someone sitting on him, caring about him, someone with long legs and big heels, who was wearing make-up and who was confusing Dalton’s body by being more feminine than he was used to in a man. But then, Dalton was close to Samuel. He was beautiful and more feminine than Blue and this had never happened, and hadn’t Samuel been sitting on his knee earlier? Maybe he was losing his mind. Maybe he’d already lost it.
“I don’t… I really don’t know,” he whispered into Blue’s hair. “I just… I have to go.”
“Wait, sexy.” Blue pressed his body more into his, meeting his eyes, those black lashes coated thickly in mascara. “Don’t run off just yet. There’s no need.”
“I’m not gay,” Dalton rushed out as low as he could make his voice, darting his gaze to Liam, his tight V-necked vest showing off those big muscles, jeans encasing his firm arse, that bottle hanging in between his lips.
This time, when Blue rubbed his thigh over his cock, Dalton grabbed Blue’s slender calf running up his leg and just held it, not moving him away but not pulling him closer—just frozen, not knowing what to do.
“You don’t have to label yourself with anything, Dalton.” Blue took hold of his chin, fingertips gently caressing his skin and making Dalton shift his gaze from Liam back to him. “I think…” He eased closer still, his thigh now pressed against the rigid length encased in Dalton’s jeans. “If your body needs something, it lets you know. If your eyes find something pleasing, they look more. If your heart beats faster for someone, then you follow it. I’m not gay. I’m a person. A human being. That’s the label I want to be tagged with. Hashtag Human.” He clicked his fingers with a bright smile.
Dalton smiled through his fear and understood what Blue was saying. He just wasn’t ready to think the same way. “That’s nice.”
“It’s the truth. The truth is always a good thing. I always think our brains confuse us. They have all this bullshit ‘learned’ behaviour which they pick up over the years and it tells you to think one way, your body saying another. It takes time for those two to work together and come to some sort of an agreement, but we all get there eventually.
Just don’t pressure yourself, hon.” Blue leaned in, kissing the corner of his mouth, Dalton’s cock now crushed against his thigh. “Of course, I would like to think this is for me, but I know better.” Blue pulled back with a heavy sigh. “If you change your mind though…” He winked with a chuckle.
“Blue.” Samuel was beside them, looking between them both. “Dalton’s a bit…” He drifted off, worrying his bottom lip with his teeth, obviously not wanting to spill too much personal info about Dalton’s bad day and emotional state.
“Confused, sweetie?” Blue offered brightly.
“Yeah.” Samuel looked to the sky, then took hold of Blue’s hand. “You go get some air, Dalton.”
Someone asks you for advice about writing. What do you tell them?
Go for it! Stop thinking, planning, putting off, and worrying. Just go for your dreams.
I’ve always wanted to write. Through my very early years at school my English papers included huge book size works and my passion was reading. At the age of 18 I wrote a book—unpublished and left on an old disc for me to see only, but I wrote it and have never to this day shown anyone it. Before I could seriously think about continuing with my writing, life began to take off in the adult world and I soon had a full time job and the all-important social life to go with it—or perhaps it could be the other way around lol. I soon found myself in my own house with my sister and all the bills to go with it, and the writing was forgot about.
At the age of 30, married with two toddlers, I became ill, and due to that I had to take an extended period of leave from work. Going from a full time corporate role and juggling family at the same time to then struggling to even look after my own kids left me feeling incredibly down. I read Fifty Shades, it was the first book I’d read in years and through that I picked up other books.
My love of reading came back with force and soon after I opened up a document on my laptop and wrote.
My story isn’t dissimilar to many I’ve heard since publishing my work. People have found their lives suddenly changed – kids moved to University, marriage break up, crippling disease stopping them from living life the way they used to. These friends who I chat to have always dreamed of writing, and I share my story and tell them to go for it.
I’ve found, like me, those who have waited to write the voices out of their head often write three books one after the other. Once the plug has been pulled free all those amazing characters and ideas flow quickly.
I mentor several writers, cheerlead for them, encourage them to give it a go and the one thing I always say first is to not let the pressure of publishing your work get to you. Write for you. I did. My first three books were just for me. I never intended to publish. If I had thought that way I doubt I would have ever finished one, let alone the 20 or so I have out now.
Belief in yourself is difficult, so I, and people like me, provide that all important place in their lives by always believing in them, and I’d be the same with anyone who told me their dream was to write.
Don’t put off doing something you so desperately want to do. Even when I returned to work and recovered my health, I found the urge to write was still there, and yes, it was harder fitting it into my family life around a job, but it’s like going to the gym. We say we don’t have enough time to do it and then suddenly we find those three/ four hours a week and it’s part of our lives. Writing is the same. If it’s strong enough, and the desire is there, then you will do it.
Nicole Colville was born and currently lives in Leeds, England. She is a wife and mother of two young girls who somehow manages to fit in being a full time author of m/m romance and erotica. She loves writing complex characters in bittersweet romances which will leave you addicted and craving more from her men.
Although best known for her popular series, Hidden and Knights to Remember, she also enjoys writing with friend, and fellow author, E.M Leya. Together they have published two books in their Sinful Temptation Collection with more planned.
Her new menage collection based in the popular city of Manchester, England is her first solo full length novel outside of The Hidden Series and has three books planned for release in 2015 &