Cover and Excerpt Reveal: DRAMA QUEEN The Court Series - Book One by Charlie Novak



The Court Series - Book One

by Charlie Novak

Dual Cover & Excerpt Reveal

Release Date: November 28, 2023

Model & Discreet Cover Design: Natasha Snow Designs
Photographer: Wander Aguiar Photography
Model: Brendan M.
Genre: M/M Romance Standalone
Trope: Hookups to lovers, found family, drag queen, rugby player, meet ugly, size difference, queer found family


Note to self: dumping cocktails into a man’s lap does not count as a meet cute.

Accidentally throwing a jug of Sex on the Beach onto the hottest guy at drag brunch was not how I wanted to start my performance, and forgetting to ask for his name was the cherry on top.

But when he finds me online and invites me out for drinks, it seems like my chaotic shenanigans might have worked out for once. Falling into bed with West is easy, but balancing a gorgeous, rugby player boyfriend with a day job and drag is harder than dancing in eight inch heels.

And when my participation in a local drag story hour draws the ire of certain locals, it feels like everything might fall apart. West doesn’t understand why I won’t step down, but I’ve never been afraid of being myself.

Now I just need West to stand beside me. Because he’s the only man who’s ever loved me as Rory and Bubblegum Galaxy, and I won’t let that slip away.

You can call me a drama queen, but you’ll never dull my sparkle.

Content Warning: This novel contains an attempted homophobic attack, the use of slurs and violent language.

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West’s bedroom door banged shut as he pushed me up against it, his fingers fumbling for the lock as his mouth met mine in a desperate, hungry kiss. Need buzzed under my skin, making my body thrum like a live wire as my hands caressed his broad, firm chest. West was a big man and if the rest of his body, and his adorable, embarrassed story, was anything to go by, I was in for a hell of a night.

Fuck, it was a long time since I’d taken a properly big dick. Not unless you counted the life-model dildo of Jake Summers I had in my bedside table, in which case the answer was last week when I’d had the house to myself for a few blissful hours.

But I wasn’t counting that. Because as amazing and fun getting myself off with Jake’s dildo was, a dildo couldn’t kiss me like they were a starving man and I was the sweetest peach, couldn’t trail its lips down my neck and suck a mark into that spot on my collar bone that made my knees buckle and a needy moan burst from my throat, couldn’t brush my jacket off my shoulders with a caress that sent electricity racing through me, couldn’t slide its hands under my tank top and rest a thumb in the groove of my hip, stroking the skin and slowly undoing me one atom at a time.

West was the perfect amount of desperate and demanding. He was eager and sweet, like he needed to please me, but there was power and hunger there too, bubbling underneath. It felt like he was holding it in check, as if letting it go was too risky. It made me want to push every single button on this beautiful man just to see what happened.

I was ninety-nine percent sure the result would be fucking fabulous.

My fingers grabbed the hem of his t-shirt, trying to tug in up and out of the way as West sucked another mark onto my chest. He realised what I was trying to do and straightened up, helping me shrug the annoying piece of fabric over his head to expose his muscular, barrel chest covered in thick, dark blond hair, broad shoulders, and giant upper arms that I was pretty sure would allow him to pick me up without a second thought.

The idea of him holding me up and fucking me against the door made my cock pulse in my jeans, my balls aching with the need to come.

I wasn’t the smallest, twinkiest guy ever, but I didn’t think my size would be an issue for West. He could probably throw me onto the bed without needing to take a breath.

“What’re you thinking?” West asked, stepping closer to pin me against the door. His bright blue eyes seared into my soul, but there was a softness behind them too, like his question was less of a veiled demand and more of a gentle check in to see what I wanted. He was so fucking sweet and I knew I was in trouble. West was like that first toffee apple of Autumn—I always told myself that one or two would be enough, but it never was.

“I’m just thinking about how you could probably lift me up,” I said as I reached out to trail my fingers across his chest, feeling the heat of his skin and the softness of the hair and the thundering of his heart. “And fuck me against this door.”

West smirked and bent slightly, his hands wrapping around my thighs and gripping my ass, casually squeezing it before he stood up and lifted me into the air. “Like this?” he asked as he pushed my back against the door. My legs wrapped around his waist as my hands instinctively went to his neck, but I didn’t feel the urge to cling on like a desperate koala. I felt totally safe in his arms.

“Yes,” I said with a groan. I wiggled slightly, pressing my crotch against his abdomen so he could feel how much I wanted him. West kissed me again, holding me against the door and nipping my lip, his tongue teasing mine. He shifted and I felt the head of his cock pushing against my ass, and I groaned in delight. “More. Fuck, I want more.”

“More?” West asked, his voice deep and teasing. “You’re wearing too many clothes for more.”

“I can fix that. You’ll just have to put me down.”

“I have a better idea.” I wanted to ask what, but West wasn’t one to hang around. He turned away from the door and carried me over to his bed, gently setting me down on the mattress before putting one knee between my legs, leaning over me and casting me in shadow. He was still smirking, fire dancing in his eyes as he lowered his head, brushing his lips against mine as he spoke. “Now I can reach all of you.”

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About the Author

Charlie lives in England with her husband and two cheeky dogs. She spends most of her days wrangling other people’s words in her day job and then trying to force her own onto the page in the evening.

She loves cute stories with a healthy dollop of fluff, plenty of delicious sex, and happily ever afters — because the world needs more of them.

Charlie has very little spare time, but what she does have she fills with baking, Dungeons and Dragons, reading and many other nerdy pursuits. She also thinks that everyone should have at least one favourite dinosaur…

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