#wotr #attendingauthor #coverreveal Necessary Space (In All Good Times 1) by Kate Hawthorne


by Kate Hawthorne

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Release Date: March 8, 2023

Cover Design: Kellie Dennis @ Book Cover by Design

Genre: M/M Romance
Trope: Annoyances to lovers, age-gap, older submissive/arrogant young dominant



What’s the only thing more annoying than my years-too-young neighbor?
The way I want him more than air.

There are plenty of things I don’t like about my new home in California, and my neighbor, Miles, is at the top of the list. He’s smug and arrogant, he speaks out of turn. And even though I should have learned my lesson about fast-talking, younger, dominant men when I broke up with my ex, I want him. For better or worse, Miles and I are on the same page and that’s why we decide there’s no harm in taking things between us someplace a little more private.

Good thing it’s only a physical connection between us because I could never be with a man like him for the long term…


Can I tease my well-dressed and thick-thighed older neighbor into bed?
I’m not sure, but there’s no harm in trying.

There’s never been a man who twists me up inside the way Hendrix does, and from the very first time he tells me yes, I know I’m going to demand a thousand more agreements out of his gorgeous mouth before I’m anywhere close to being done with him. He says he only wants me for my body, but it’s not long before things between us feel anything but casual. Hendrix thinks I can’t tell he’s being cautious with me, that I don’t know his worries about the past repeating itself are a constant threat in his head.

Joke’s on him, though. Hendrix makes me want to be a better man and I’m not going to stop until I prove that I’m worthy of a partner like him, even if I stumble more than once along the way.

What’s the only thing scarier than falling in love with the older man who’s determined not to trust me? Giving him the space to discover he can.

Necessary Space is a 76,000 word age gap romance where coffee is a love language, annoying neighbors become lovers, kneeling is so much more than an act of submission, and love can be found all in good time.

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Hendrix cleared his throat, eyes barely open, and face flushed.

“Was that good?”

I couldn’t stop myself from huffing out the beginnings of a laugh. Describing anything about what Hendrix did to me as simply good was an absolute insult to the man and the hold he had over me.

“Why? Do you have a praise kink?” I asked, still trying to catch my breath.

“Probably, yes,” he answered softly.

“It was more than good.” I pushed the hair away from his face and pressed a soft kiss against his lips. “You’re…”

I trailed off, and Hendrix kissed me back.

“I’m what?” he asked.

“My worst nightmare, I think.”

“That’s a new one.” Hendrix leaned against the counter, his entire face relaxed, which was in stark contrast to the raging erection he sported.

“I don’t know you well enough to want the things you make me want.”

“Tell me more.” He dropped his forehead against my shoulder, and without thought I brought my arms around him. My fingertips danced across his shoulder blades and down the knobs of his spine before settling against the swell where his ass curved away from his lower back.

“I was at a kink club tonight.”

“I figured.”

“Tons of hot guys there.” My hands skated lower, over the roundness of his ass cheeks toward the backs of his thighs. As far as I could reach without contorting my posture. “Most of them undoubtedly down to fuck.”

“You should have.”

“Should have?” I pulled back, eyebrows raised. Hendrix avoided my stare until I tipped his chin up and forced it.

“Could have,” he murmured.

“Because we weren’t exclusive.”

Hendrix shrugged.

“I told you this already, but I’ll say it again so maybe you hear me better. I didn’t want any of them. I barely gave them a first look, let alone a second.” I grabbed his face, fingers against one cheek and thumb pressing into the other, puckering his lips. He narrowed his eyes at me like he didn’t trust what I was saying. I grabbed his dick in my other hand, hoping to erase any of his lingering doubt. My hand curling around his thick cock startled him, eyes widening before settling back into that lust-washed expression he’d had when he had a tongue full of my cum. “You’re the only person I’ve thought about since we met. The only man I want to fuck. The only man whose cock I want to suck.”

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About the Author

With over two dozen published romances to her name, Kate Hawthorne has built a recognizable brand around telling emotional stories that pack a figurative (and sometimes literal) punch.

Existing on a steady diet of wine and coffee, Kate spends her days dreaming up angsty stories full of heat, kink, and heart. Kate now lives in Louisville, where she writes romance, reads romance, and hides from the humidity.

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