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RELEASE DATE: 13 March 2017 from Dreamspinner Press.

an erotic contemporary cowboy romance about a former farmboy who runs smack into his most dangerous fantasy.. 

Tagline: love won't wait

Logline: After the death of his parents, a young DJ heads home to sell the family farm he grew up hating, only to fall for his father’s bigoted rodeo buddy.

"One thing about Texas: it offered hot-n-cold running rednecks and cowboys on tap in every flavor, if that was your kink." (Lickety Split - D. Suede) 

Lickety Split Details

  • ISBN 978-1-63533-573-6 (ebook)
  • ISBN 978-1-63533-572-9 (paper)
  • ISBN  COMING SOON (audiobook)
  • Release: Dreamspinner Press, 13 March 2017
  • Subgenre: erotic contemporary cowboy romance
  • Length: 100,000 words (novel)
  • Main characters: Patch Hastle & Tucker Biggs
  • Tropes: Cowboys, Homecoming, Enemies to lovers, May/December, Opposites Attract (Country/City, Shitkicker/Cityslicker), Bad boy(s), Secret crush,  Small town, Reformed rake, Forbidden attraction, Light kink/bondage, Voyeurism.

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Lickety Split Blurb:

Lickety Split: love won't wait.

Patch Hastle grew up in a hurry, ditching East Texas for NYC to make his name as a DJ and model without ever looking back. When his parents die unexpectedly, he heads home to unload the family farm ASAP and skedaddle. Except the will left Patch’s worst enemy in charge: his father’s handsome best friend who made his high school years hell.

Tucker Biggs is going nowhere. Twenty years past his rodeo days, he’s put down roots as the caretaker of the Hastle farm. He knows his buddy’s smartass son still hates his guts, but when Patch shows up growed-up, looking like sin in tight denim, Tucker turns his homecoming into a lesson about old dogs and new kinks.

Patch and Tucker fool around, but they can’t fool themselves. Once the farm’s sold, they mean to call it quits and head off to separate sunsets. With the clock ticking, the city slicker and his down-home hick get roped into each other’s life. If they’re gonna last longer than spit on a griddle, they better figure out what matters—fast.

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"At night sometimes, when leaving a club, he’d wander back in his head, to June bugs and MoonPies, rugged yokels with barbwire scars and cocks that leaked honey." (Lickety Split - D. Suede) 

Lickety Split Topics:

  • Saddle Sore: the brutal sexiness of the wounded cowboy
  • Feed & Seed: on the real life romance fan who's living inside Lickety Split

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"Small-town boy makes bad." (Lickety Split - D. Suede) 

Lickety Split Excerpts:

  • Excerpt A: (1000 words) their first face-to-face in 7 years

  • Excerpt B: (1000 words) Patch spies on Tucker naked

  • Excerpt C: (1000 words) Patch and Tucker skinnydipping

"Small-town boy makes bad." (Lickety Split - D. Suede)

Excerpt A: (1000 words) their first face-to-face in 7 years

In this excerpt from Chapter One, Patch Hastle has just arrived home for a reading of the will and discovered that his parents have named Tucker Biggs, his mortal enemy and worst fantasy, executor of the estate.

 

The lawyer frowned. “Mr. Biggs had no idea you were en route today. I believe he planned to meet you home.” His home, she meant, because Tucker lived on the farm and Patch did not. What did she know? Everything. Hell, she’d written the will. She opened her mouth to say something, but Patch laughed again.

“Tucker Biggs can’t pay his water bill. He’s a….” Bigot. Fraud. Sleaze. Loser. Prick. Bully. He didn’t bother to shield his distaste. And they put him in charge. “Mess. Hell, he lives in a trailer he stole from an ex-girlfriend in Lake Charles. On our land.”

She blinked, no longer charmed. “Unfortunately, we’re not authorized to take any kind of action without the executor. Do you know if he’s willing to sell?”

Shrug. His mind raced. “What can you tell me?”

She sounded distraught. “I assumed you knew.”

Head shake. “My parents and I had a falling-out.”

“There’s insurance, but your daddy might be deemed at fault because of the signals. I can file the paperwork, if you….” She turned toward the door. “…want.”

Boots on gravel, a tread he knew better than he’d ever admit out loud. He hated his heart for beating faster, his skin for prickling. A dull roar in his ears as the door flapped open and all the oxygen escaped.

“Patch?” A low rumbling drawl he remembered too well.

Patch braced himself before he looked up.

Sure enough, Tucker filled the doorway in a chambray shirt and a straw work hat that he took off as he stepped inside, likely because the lawyer was a lady.

There he stood, larger than life, with the same square sandpaper chin and twinkle in his wink that got him a free piece of pie anywhere he ordered iced tea. “Well, hell, son! Look at you all growed up.” He wiped at his chiseled mouth.

Just the same.

Patch frowned. He couldn’t believe Tucker looked so good, even now. He had to be midforties but his body looked— “Hey, Mr. Biggs.” He straightened but didn’t trust himself to stand.

Tucker hesitated just inside the threshold, letting the last of the cool air escape before bringing the heat inside with him. He blinked, squinted, and turned slightly as he entered, as if his shoulders were too broad to fit through. “Tucker, huh? Boy, it’s good to have ya home.”

It is?

He rolled the brim of his hat and rocked on his worn boots. Tough. “I ain’t seen you since… man, look atcha! I wouldn’ta known you.” The greeting seemed almost real. Tucker grinned as if he were glad to see Patch. “Lord, I ain’t seen you in five years.”

The calluses scraped his smooth palm. “Seven.” He shook the rough hand, squeezing it hard to make the point.

Tucker didn’t react. “Whenever you took off. Right thing, you did there.” Without letting go, he pulled Patch to his feet for a thumping hug that pressed their bodies together. “You’re a big un, huh?” He smelled like sawdust, machine oil, and sunburned skin.

Patch stepped away and took his seat again. “I’m almost twenty-three.” And now you’re old, mofo. Put out to pasture, only he didn’t look so worn out.

“Smart kid.” He sat down and squeezed Patch’s leg. “Lord, it’s good to see you.”

Baffled and overwhelmed, Patch nodded in reply, his entire attention focused on the firm pressure. A wet swallow.

Before today, Tucker had been friendly to him exactly twice, both times drunk. Patch’s sophomore year, the big cowboy had shaken his hand when he made the football team. The next year, he’d smiled and thumped Patch on the back at the Orange County rodeo. Ten total seconds of humanity in twenty-two-plus years. “Uh, same.”

Were they supposed to pretend that they’d been buddies? His dad’s best friend had been frank about his dislike from the time Patch was four and spent twelve years treating him like something you scrape off your boots.

Tucker rubbed his chin with his ridiculously thick fingers, dropping his gaze. “Son, I’m sorry for your folks. They sure loved you.” Except, on his lips the word became shore and the bullshit sounded plausible. His charm greased the lie.

Patch grunted acknowledgment but kept his mouth shut. Today was not a day for truth about how narrow and spiteful his parents had been.

Now he’d never get to make peace, no matter how much he’d wrestled with his devils these seven years. Tucker and the lawyer probably took his silence for grief, not regret. Ballad of the Small-Town Queer.

By junior year, Patch had become an unwelcome boarder in his parents’ house, paying his rent with chores and humiliation. He could talk to his dad a little, but his mama was a sad ghost who prayed for nothing and knitted booties for other people’s grandkids.

For ten sorry seconds his freshman year, he’d tried to make friends, play sports, anything to keep him away from the farm.

Coach Biggs killed that hope in the cradle.

Even before high school, Tucker had avoided Patch.

Freshman year, Tucker alternated between ignoring and insulting him, harassing him in front of the team and teachers, smacking him around to toughen him up. No one had blinked. Friend of the family. Later, when they’d been nothing more to each other than benchwarmer and bigot, they hadn’t exchanged two polite words.

Ms. Landry took a seat behind her desk, facing the two of them, mistaking the silence for affection and proximity for a reunion.

“Well….” Tucker broke the tense silence. Obviously he planned to pretend the past hadn’t happened. “Good you’re home. We’ll take care of ya.”

Patch sighed and looked at the linoleum. Long fucking day. He looked at his watch. “Ms. Landry?”

The lawyer opened a file and riffled through the pages. “Mr. Biggs?”

“Yes, ma’am. I’m sorry for the hour. I got the messages. Phone works fine, I just gotta be there to answer. We had a situation with a well.” The word came out sitch-ation and Tucker capped it with that crooked smile that turned panties into pussy willows.

She looked back, pink and fidgety. Great. Now she, like everyone else in this shithole county, thought Tucker was wonderful.

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Excerpted from Lickety Split by Damon Suede

published by Dreamspinner Press

Copyright 2016. Damon Suede. All Rights Reserved

"Small-town boy makes bad." (Lickety Split - D. Suede)

Excerpt B:  (1000 words) Patch spies on Tucker naked

In this excerpt from Chapter Two, Patch Hastle considers going out to hook up in Beaumont, but instead sneaks over one last time to spy on Tucker Biggs, his second night back at the family farm.

 

Wasting no time, Patch dug jeans and a V-neck out of his bag and toed into old sneakers from high school. He ducked outside in happy anticipation. For once he’d show the locals how—

He stalled on the steps. Why would he let just any old small-town queer to know him and blow him? No. He didn’t want none of them. Blushing, he stopped dead in the front yard. Pathetic.

No. He wanted a cowboy, a greaser, a jock, some rough sumbuck who’d toss him around and make him crazy. He wanted—

“Tucker,” he whispered. So help me.

The sky churned overhead like a storm with no clouds, no rain.

Patch looked out toward the trailer, hidden across the property behind a small break and a cowshed. He thought of Tucker kneeling in front of his zipper to love on that goofy dog and again wondered what the hell he and the other cowboys and convicts got up to out there when nobody was looking. Maybe…. Surely….

A half mile away, Tucker Biggs sat lonely in his shorts. Or not lonely, humping some waitress. Or his own hand. Or some rodeo clown, even. Not like he’d ever had any modesty, but living out here alone? No chance. He probably put on a show every night.

For a full five minutes Patch fought the impulse to just go see for himself. He’d never unsee it, and yet if he didn’t, he’d never have the chance again. In a week he’d be back in New York and he’d never see Tucker Biggs again. Thank fuck.

Before he could second-guess himself, Patch walked up the drive and turned onto the dark shoulder headed the right direction, even though he knew it was the wrong way.

Out here the county didn’t even have lights, leaving it truly pitch dark. His eyes adjusted as he walked the half mile to the pond, the trailer, and Tucker.

Like I’m thirteen.

Back then, Patch had snuck over to spy on this trailer plenty. Duh. Hot cowboy next door. He remembered hanging around the locker room for a glimpse of Coach Biggs’s perfect bare chest. Going camping and washing in the creek as slow as he dared. Or that one night he’d spotted his dad’s best friend under the barn shower, the flash of his perfect pale butt. He’d been too afraid to sneak closer. Too petrified of getting busted, but now, here, he was grown and it was just the two of them.

Us.

The trailer sat bright and still. Tinny voices, from the TV, sounded like, but nothing alive. Someone was home.

He padded along surefooted as a fox. He crossed the ditch and ducked through the split-rail fence like he was still a kid. He circled the yard slowly, coming no closer to the trailer just yet. His gaze strayed to the lit windows, ready to catch Tucker and his local skank or maybe his sleazy buddy doing something raunchy and embarrassing.

The windows spilled amber light onto the patchy front yard and its clutter. Inside, television voices rose and fell, but no overt cock show. Duh.

Patch walked on, disappointed and also somehow relieved. At this point, the notion of Tucker as a closet case would’ve been even more humiliating. Bix had gone to Kerrville. Now he remembered and felt foolish.

He walked on, keeping to the road’s unlit shoulder, ready to be inside. Then, just as he passed out of sight, a phone’s ring and movement drew his eye back to the trailer.

Tucker walked naked past both open windows. The angle hid most of his body, but the root of his fat slab of cock was visible under the dark pubes that led up a trail to fan out over his chest. Jesus, his body. His arms, his back—even with the farmer tan he looked like a statue. Tucker passed from sight, but Patch stood frozen, waiting for another chance.

Television laughter echoed. The rise and fall of Tucker’s raw, drawling bass wove through it, wordless and seductive. Why didn’t any of the small-town dumbasses in New York sound like that, look like that, feel like that?

Patch’s hands squeezed into powerless fists.

He refused to creep closer, but he stepped sideways into a stand of live oak and wiped sweat from his face. Not like he’d ever have the chance again. Minutes ticked by until he started to feel ridiculous squinting at empty windows on a double-wide. And then….

Tucker drifted back. Smiling at something and talking on the phone notched against his shoulder. He paused, and for a crazy moment, stood exposed face to knees, shadowed and splendid, in the rectangle of the window. He rubbed at his armpit, raised the hand to his face and frowned skeptically at the smell. Absently, he tugged at one tiny nipple and dropped his hand.

If possible, Tucker looked even sexier, even stronger than he had seven years ago. He wore that wear and tear like a prize buckle.

Patch crouched lower, wincing at the crack of a stick under his foot. From somewhere inside, Botchy ruffed lazily. He saw her nosing at the window screen. Shit. She’d come right to him if she got out. His heart galloped.

Tucker leaned to look out over his yard and said something to the dog. As he leaned closer, his chiseled bare body blocked the lamp glow, silhouetting him, but if anything, that made it worse. Alpha male, ready for trouble.

Patch held his breath, aware of his pulse in his ears. His cock rose into an impatient ridge inside his stupid pants. He’d never wanted anyone so much in his life.

I can’t stand him. But he knew that for a bluff. Patch refused to move.

Turning, Tucker laughed at something and rubbed the tight abdomen over the lazy thick swing. Hold your horses.

Light-headed, Patch swallowed and exhaled. Fourteen again. He knew he couldn’t be seen in the dark, but no way was he gonna get caught spying.

Tucker cracked his neck and nodded.

That ridiculous impulse to stay and spy warned him how much he needed to leave this place, like yesterday, split before he did something stupid or got himself beat. He’d seen what he wanted. He couldn’t have it. The end.

In the trailer, Tucker turned away, muscle playing across his back and shoulders, then the tight swell of his haunch before he sat, vanishing from sight.

The end. Run.

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Excerpted from Lickety Split by Damon Suede

published by Dreamspinner Press

Copyright 2016. Damon Suede. All Rights Reserved

 

"Small-town boy makes bad." (Lickety Split - D. Suede)

Excerpt C (1000 words) Patch and Tucker skinnydipping

In this excerpt from Chapter Four, the day after their first awkward, intense sexual encounter Patch takes a dip in the pond not expecting Tucker to show up.

 

On the big rock near the center, Patch stood again and scraped the water from his wavy hair. He had a memory of his pa balancing him on a horse as a boy. Steady now. The sun felt like heaven through his closed eyes. He turned and dove back in.

Even at its deepest, the water only came up to his chest and the carp at the bottom weren’t something he’d ever eat. The bottom was broken rock at one end and cool mud at the other.

Patch had learned to jerk off against those flat rocks, snuck beers, and smoked the only two cigarettes of his life too. Sophomore year, he’d fooled around on the rockier shore with teammates because it was private and navigable in the dark. Against that tree, he’d kissed his first girl (meh) and blown his first boy (yeah!).

“Afternoon.”

Patch stiffened and straightened, twisted to face the gravelly drawl with a cold twist in his gut.

Tucker stood on the opposite shore in Carhartt overalls and that straw work hat. His muscular arms looked tan and greasy against his white undershirt. “I guess we had the same idea.” He glanced at the sky, the water. “It’s hot as a whorehouse on nickel night.” He shifted his weight but came no closer.

A flicker of Tucker naked in the armchair, glittering eyes gazing down at him, the taste of his semen pinning them both in place… Patch blinked it away, hyperconscious of his wet, bare skin and the distance between them. He went no closer to the pebbly shore.

They eyed each other. One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three—

“So…. Uhh.” Tucker took his hat off with one hand and wiped his brow and mouth with the other. “We talking?”

Patch frowned, trapped by his nudity and the water.

“I mean, do we talk about what we done?” Tucker crouched at the water’s edge, his boots sinking into the smooth mud. No one had a right to look that good. “Last night. Or are you fixin’ to run off again?” He said run like a cuss word, painting Patch a coward for having some sense.

Patch started to snap back at him out of habit, but then he thought better of it. “Naw.”

“How you today?” Tucker seemed to be actually asking a legitimate question. “Better?”

He shrugged. “I guess. Sure.” Exposed and motionless, he let Tucker’s gaze rest on him across the water. Whatever had passed between them last night had not vanished in sunlight.

Tucker looked relaxed, and cautious.

Patch swallowed, his shaft fattening underwater. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

He crossed his arms. “Which part?” Tucker squinted. “Come to visit? Squirted the side of my trailer? Eaten my load?”

“None. All.” Knowing it was a mistake, certain he would regret it, he pushed through the cool water toward the one person he had no business wanting. He moved as he would’ve for a racy photo shoot, fucking the imaginary lens with his presence, demanding a reaction.

Tucker watched him warily from under the trees still, overalls hanging from one strap. “I guess we are.” A crooked smile bent the edge of his mouth. “Talking.”

The closer Patch got to the shore the more of his torso was revealed: nipples, navel, and gradually the darkened trail down to his pubes. His dick thickened and shifted in the water, swirling around his waist as he advanced. Now his body was clean but his thoughts were everything else.

Tucker stared as if hypnotized. He wiped his lower face, lip to chin, and swallowed. He was sweating now. Was that a boner in his overalls?

Patch strode in slow motion, stirring the calm pond water as if sleepwalking. He shouldn’t want this so much but couldn’t make himself care. Conscious of the picture he made, he crooked a sinful grin just for effect.

Eyes wider, Tucker stood and took a step back. “Well, okay, now. Okay.”

“You afraid of me now?” Patch paused one step before his erection broke the surface. Tucker stood as if rooted to the shore. “Or you gonna come for a swim?”

“I’m good.” Tucker swallowed and his tongue slipped out to taste his lips. He couldn’t seem to look at Patch’s face. “Fine. Y’know.” His hands squeezed and released beside his pockets.

So Patch took the step that brought his knob out of the water and his boner dripped between them. Way too much fun watching the big cowboy squirm. He’d come out here looking for trouble; Patch was happy to give it to him.

On the shady shore, Tucker rocked back on his heels and shifted his straw hat to cover the lump under his coveralls.

Patch couldn’t look anywhere else. Another step. The cool mud sucked at his toes in the water dripped from his skin with each step he shouldn’t take.

How had he gotten here? Naked on the family farm, thigh-deep in stagnant water, walking toward a bear trap. New York City and all its fancy bullshit seemed like the other side of the world. Hot wind pushed through the trees overhead; the kudzu hissed and the live oaks whispered above them.

Tucker stood waiting and wary now, a sexy, lazy no-account who’d only ever wanted to scare him straight. They both knew better, but now they stood a yard apart with disaster churning between them.

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Excerpted from Lickety Split by Damon Suede

published by Dreamspinner Press

Copyright 2016. Damon Suede. All Rights Reserved

 

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"Small-town boy makes bad." (Lickety Split - D. Suede) 

Lickety Split Reviews:

"Intensely erotic, Lickety Split is a rough-n-tumble cowboy romance as fierce as it is tender. Hot, hip DJ Patch Hastle has taken a rocky road since he ran away from Texas at sixteen, but he could never shake his yearning for Tucker Biggs, the cocky scoundrel he was never supposed to want...This blissful gem of a novel will crack your heart wide open and show you, page after searing page, that maybe, just maybe, you can go home again." Emily Jordan for Salon.com

"Damon Suede writes explosively hot, hypnotically well-written gay romance. In Lickety Split, he once again takes an archetypal gay erotic fantasy and uses his formidable talents to cast it with two utterly real, unforgettable and deeply sympathetic heroes. Simply put, Damon Suede is one of the most talented and versatile writers of gay romance at work today, if not the most." Christopher Rice, NY Times Bestselling Author of A Density of Souls

"Once again Damon Suede delivers a poignant, thought-provoking love story. Lickety Split deals with life-altering misperceptions, second chances, and revisiting a dark past in hopes of forging a bright future. And who doesn’t swoon over a sexy, gruff, take-charge cowboy like Tucker? Do yourself a huge favor and BUY THIS!" Lorelei James, NY Times Bestselling author of the Rough Riders series

"Damon Suede's Lickety Split will leave you longing for a dip in a cool pond, the glow of fireflies, and forbidden nights with the lusty older cowboy of your dreams. Equal parts gritty, elegant and beautifully real, this emotional coming-home story is filled with breathtaking imagery, enticingly flawed characters and a generous helping of earthy, edgy kink. The unlikely romance kept me off balance in such a brilliant way that I didn't want the book to end. This author is always worth waiting for!"  R.G. Alexander, author of the bestselling Finn Factor series

"MUST-READ ROMANCE! If you thought Damon Suede’s firefighters were hot, grab some ice before you read his cowboy! Lickety Split is raunchy, gritty and sweetened with sugar on top...Though the sex is hot, the emotional connection adds another layer. They become elemental to each other...Damon’s typical lush language and abundant humor make this book a must read. His way with words beautifully blends with his storytelling skills." Mary Grzesik​ for HEA/USA TODAY

"What if I told you Damon will deliver his most vexing yet hottest love tangle to date, would you buy it? Well, you should....Suede has a rare and remarkable ability to turn a moment into a force. A rope coils into a promise,  a sweet cup of coffee brews into a storm of emotions, and a two-step becomes a partnership. The power of the love between these two men is boundless and unrestrained...I thought my Kindle was going to spontaneously combust. I know it’s the gorgeous setting sun on the cover but it might as well be flames because this was a scorcher... You best git on this one here right quick. Y’all don’t want to miss this cowboy and his pup." BookUnfunk

"A Damon Suede novel never disappoints, and Licktey Split is a delicious treat not to be missed. It’s a sultry, sexy, slow-burn salted with kink and roasted with decadent indulgence that will curl your toes and rattle your spurs." Heidi Cullinan

"Damon Suede is an exceptional storyteller. Whether you’re hearing him speak at a conference or having a one on one chat with him, it’s clear he knows how to arouse emotion in his audience. He’s well-versed in the art of inspiring others, and his writing is no different. Lickety Split is a fantastically well-crafted story that resonates with the reader, evoking a spectrum of emotions from compassion to sizzling excitement, and everything in between...The intimate scenes between Tucker and Patch are as scorching as the Texas heat... Patch and Tucker move through life at different speeds, but when they come together it’s clear that together they set the perfect pace." Charlie Cochet, bestselling author of the Thirds series.

"A story that was off the charts in the HEAT FACTOR. Characters who were immensely likable in some ways — and ways they weren’t....WIN, WIN, WIN. This is off the charts nuclear...the right balance of emotion and hot-as-hell eroticism. Damon crafted some messy, flawed, mostly unapologetic characters and took them through the wringer to a hard-won HEA. That, for me, is always a win. A rollicking good read — enthusiastically recommended." Katie for Back Porch Reader

"I always know going into a Damon Suede book that it’s going to be packed full of emotion and it’s going to be hot as hell. Even so, I was shocked by the things LICKETY SPLIT made me feel... The emotions hit me unexpectedly. I wasn’t prepared for how they snuck up on me at the weirdest times...LICKETY SPLIT is sexually raw and emotionally gritty. It was a fun and consuming ride with these two broken men. So satisfying to see them make each other whole in the end." Fran for Under the Covers

"FIVE STARS! I have a lot to say about this book, but first, I just need to get this out of my system: I loved this book. Like, for reals. Truly, madly, deeply. I wanna marry it. It’s just so dreamy!... This book is full of cool literary devices and I want to read and read again until I find them all. I have it in me to gush about this book a little more. It doesn’t read like literature, even though I just used a bunch of words talking about its literary qualities. This is a romance in contrast to itself, it’s a Dylan song, it’s dancing under the stars, it’s getting to love the person you always wanted, and it’s… beautiful. I sound sappy AF but I don’t care because I loved this book! I don’t even resent the days of book hangover I got. There are a lot of kinky cowboy romances, but there aren’t a lot of books so beautifully in contrast and opposition to themselves. This book balanced the two." Faye for It's About the Book

"(FIVE STARS) Good goddamn!!!...the slow fucken burn. And the sweet fucken kink. Just the right amount. No cheesy ‘Daddy’ script. No formal ‘scenes.’ Just two guys who like to get down in the same beautiful and dirty and marvelous way. No bullshit angst or miscommunications, although that certainly don’t mean it was easy (and yes, I’m writing in a drawl, I can’t not!) I’m honestly kinda in awe. And it was sooooooo fucken HOT! I’ve been know to get bored and skim a sex scene or twelve, but despite the edging going on for dozens of pages, I could not get enough." Sandra for Hearts on Fire Reviews

"Lickety Split is the most remarkable story I have read this year...Tucker and Patch are both very real, very complex characters with natural flaws and many layers... Their feelings are real, and their chemistry is over the top... the sex scenes are masterfully written and very sensual. The writing is truly exceptional. The slow flow, the detailed portrayal of the forming relationship between Tucker and Patch give an amazing depth to the story...This is not your everyday romance. It is raw and brutally honest with gritty feelings and pure sexuality... If you like reading raw, passionate stories, this is a perfect read for you. Highly recommended." Cinnamon for Love Bytes

"Utterly satisfying... This book has to be read slowly, and savored. There's so much between the lines that it's easy to miss a point or five the author is trying to make if you're rushing through it...This book is truly a character study. It's fascinating to watch the interactions between Patch and Tucker, and both of them changing before your eyes. Slowly, carefully, Damon Suede peels back the layers of his characters, showing his readers time and again that he has mastered his craft, creating and exploring two exquisite and completely oppositional characters with depth and heart and determination. There are moments that are utterly breathtaking, and they sneak up on you so unexpectedly that you can't help but sit there with your gaping maw, wondering what just happened.  Read this, savor this. It's masterfully done."   My Fiction Nook

"FIVE STARS! I was really excited to read this book. Let me tell you, it hit all my expectations...There are so many elements to this story, I really don’t know where to start... Well, let me tell you—barns and rope. I’ll let your imagination figure out the rest. Damon Suede can knock it out of the park. Sensual, spicy hot sex...I really liked how the author played these characters out. It wasn’t slow; it wasn’t fast and furious; it was real time...This is without a doubt a true love story. The writing, the emotions, the storyline, I loved it all. Heartwarming moments and regretful realizations make this story memorable. The choices we have, the opportunities we’re given, and the decisions we make are all our own. And the sex, don’t forget about the sex!! I encourage everyone to read this one." Lynn for The Novel Approach

"Once I read the description for 'Lickety Split', I was all in and ready to have the time of my life. I was not disappointed...I was surprised and pleased at the amount of character study the author wrote. This is no simple story. Far from it. Patch and Tucker are both very complex men with insecurities, vulnerabilities, strengths, and weaknesses, and both still trying to find their path in the world, albeit in different ways... Lickety Split was way more than I expected it to be. It moved me and made me really think about life, and love. A truly beautiful story about going home and finding what you never knew you'd lost." Christy Duke for Rainbow Book Reviews

"I was introduced to Damon Suede’s unique voice in Hot Head, his bestselling novel featuring firefighters in NYC shortly after the 9/11 attack... Westerns have never been a favorite genre but this was Damon’s version and I couldn’t resist. This May/December romance is set in a nothing town in the middle of nowhere Texas. The main characters aren’t very likable on their own, but as a unit they work for me. Shockingly honest on so many levels—and I’m not talking about the sex which is kinky and deliciously eroticLickety Split is an emotional bull ride. The pain of being misunderstood is heartfelt, the realization that things were never as they seemed, and the glimmer of hope for a happy ending left me holding my breath throughout the second half of the book. This is storytelling at its finest. Highly recommended!" Mickie Ashling

"Lickety Split by Damon Suede is, at its simplest, a feel good revelation… Patch and Tucker, in Suede’s capable hands suffer realistic, well-crafted stumbles, moments of bone-crushing self-doubt, difficult realizations born of sincere and heart-wrenching reflection... We see growth and maturity, regret and pure joy, resignation and acceptance... Hear this world! Damon Suede has eclipsed Hot Head. With the right amount of angst and indecision, this is a tale of two men who not only find each other, but more importantly, themselves. You will cheer and curse, grin and marvel at Damon’s clever turn of phrase. But more, you will think about all you should have done in your life... Quick-quick. Slow, Slow." Brita Addams

"A hot, lusty, often cantankerous book that I loved...Suede does an amazing job creating friction between Patch and Tucker... The hate/love cycles between them are peppered with bouts of explosive hate, intense sexual release, truly tender moments and times of confusion. It’s all mixed into a package that’s hard to put down. I’ve never read a book that uses sex like Suede does here... In Lickety Split, though, the sex scenes are epic in nature and provide a lot of insight into Patch and Tucker. They learn a lot about each other through the sex and the reader learns even more. It’s sex that goes far beyond just being hot. This was a hot page-turner and I’ll definitely pluck Suede’s other books off our shelf in the near future." Jeff & Will’s Big Gay Fiction Podcast

 

 

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