All three books in the popular Sandbridge M/M romance series by Elizabeth L. Brooks and Lynn Townsend are now available in one box set! Contains the stories: Nights in Sandbridge: Andy's made a habit of running away -- he ran away from his abusive father, and then several years later, he ran away from his manipulative boyfriend. He thinks he might have found a home in Sandbridge with Scooter, but when trouble rears its ugly head, will Andy run away yet again? Daybreak in Sandbridge: Scooter's life is definitely on the upswing: his business is successful and he's engaged to the most amazing man he's ever met. But when Andy is called home to attend his dying father, Scooter is forced to realize that he knew less than he thought about Andy's past. How can Scooter compete with the sizeable fortune Andy is set to inherit or the lovely and stylish girl Andy left behind? High Noon in Sandbridge: Life takes a sudden turn for Scooter and Andy when Scooter's sister meets an untimely end and they're suddenly guardians to a niece they've only met a handful of times. Billie is stubborn and hot-tempered and not remotely interested in making a life in the one place that her mother had sworn never to return. Will she ever learn to call Dockside and Sandbridge home?

Sandbridge Box Set

Andy gasped helplessly into it, giving in to the ever-present temptation to touch. Scooter’s shoulders and arms and chest, his throat, his ears, his face, his hair. Andy couldn’t get enough.


“You’ve got me, honey,” he breathed. “I’m all yours.” He rocked down against Scooter’s body, sparks flying off his skin at the friction, the press of Scooter’s cock against his. “Oh God, I am gonna come just like this if we keep it up.” He rolled his hips again, helpless to stop, needingScooter with every atom in his body.


Scooter shivered and shuddered as Andy moved over him; the hard pressure of him, the rampant heat of his body. His expression was soft, sensation drunk and loving. Scooter kept him close with endless kisses, one blending into the other, deep and slow and still somehow impatient. Scooter reached around, breath fragmenting as he traced the cleft of Andy’s ass, fingertip circling that tight opening to Andy’s body. “I ain’t done with you yet,” Scooter said, teasing.


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