"...A fast-paced story that...gives Rio and Greg a second chance at love. While the story centers on a golf tournament, the author does not bog the story down with golfing. Instead, we see the uncertainty the two men struggle with as they play in a game that not only brought them together the first time, but also split them apart...just the perfect story to have on hand for when you want a quick...read."--Critter Nymph, Literary Nymphs Reviews
"...I really enjoy books set in realistic contemporary settings, and Hole In One is no exception. Written within the world of professional golf, the sports portion of this book rings absolutely true. Carolina Valdez writes colorfully and accurately about stances and caddies and customs and greens and courses and clubhouses and reporters asking silly questions... It's easy for the reader to get really involved. The setting reads as if it were a true story about real professional athletes, and because of that, this book is great fun to read...I found the relationship between Rio and Greg believable and heart-warming, and their sexual episodes were off-the-meter hot. The two men carry the story. The plot and the backstory are extremely well-done, and the book itself is fun to read. The golf elements and the world of professional athletes are especially well developed."--Carole, Rainbow Reviews
"...A look at love among the golf links. This unique story takes two young professional golfers and examines whether professional competition will ruin their friendship and their budding love affair...the story is well written...I enjoyed the professional golf aspect of the story...The details regarding the golf tourney are well done and make the story feel realistic."--Whitney, Fallen Angel Reviews
"5 Hearts!...Carolina Valdez wraps a great love story around her knowledge of the game of golf. She even includes the closeness most professionals have with their caddies, an aspect of the game many ignore. Both parts of the book are interwoven under her pen with the stress of tournament play and the uncertainties in any relationship. I think she does a fine job having the guys explain the lack of fulfillment they find in the opposite sex especially when compared to sex with one another. This is a well-crafted book that I enjoy both for the intricacies of golf and the great eroticism."--Dee Dailey, The Romance Studio
"...Smart writing and sensual encounters make their mark...Tension, misunderstandings and another lover add to the twists and turns...This story quietly gathers steam and then gives a powerful and satisfying ending sure to please readers...An intelligent, sensual M/M romance."--Lisa, Joyfully Reviewed
...“I understand it’s an old Spanish custom to bring a gift. My compliments.” Greg handed him a tall, brown sack.
River smiled as he withdrew a bottle of Shiraz. “Gracias, amigo. You may visit me anytime.”
Greg watched strong fingers with practiced skill uncork the wine bottle and decant the dark ruby, almost purple liquid into a glass without disturbing any sediment there might be. He handed the glass to Greg, who swirled the wine and sniffed its bouquet before tasting it. “Hmm. I think the vintner who sold me this was right. What do you think?” He offered him the goblet.
River accepted the glass and repeated the ritual.
When he drank, Greg noticed he placed his mouth where Greg’s had been, and he watched the dark wine touch lips meant for kissing.
“Perfecto.” Rio handed back the glass and poured one for himself.
Greg lifted his drink. “Salud.”
Greg started to bring his glass to his mouth, but River interrupted him by putting his arm through Greg’s so they would drink with their arms entwined. As they sipped, their gazes met like a bride and groom at a wedding reception. The gesture sent Greg’s blood swimming. When River set his glass on the counter, Greg put his beside it and stepped toward him.
The kiss was inevitable. Greg just hadn’t known how soon it would happen. He’d thought sometime after dinner, but now he wasn’t going to wait any longer to act on his longing to be with this man. Time was too short and not to be wasted any longer. Who knew how long they would be together this time?
River didn’t back away. He leaned in. Their lips met, pressed and slid, sharing the full-bodied taste of the wine. Greg didn’t know which of them had opened their mouths first, but soon their tongues had invaded to explore and delight in the warm moisture inside. The intensity of the kiss heightened into deep pressure and a frantic tangling of their tongues.
“Take off your shirt,” Greg murmured against lips puffy from their kisses.
A trembling River yanked his shirt up and over his head. He reached for Greg’s and almost ripped it off.
Greg wrapped his arms around River’s neck, and River slid his around Greg’s waist and pulled him close. Greg inhaled the masculine scent and paused to enjoy the tingling that began where their nipples touched, but the soft brush of fine dark hairs across his chest sent flaring, churning need through to his core. “I want to touch you so badly I can taste it. I don’t want to share you tonight. I want you all to myself.” Greg rubbed his swollen cock against River’s and heard a responsive groan from deep in the man’s throat.
“Then touch me.” River took Greg’s hand and wedged it inside the front of his workout pants until Greg reached the warm, satiny skin of his cock and closed his hand around it. He felt the tie on his shorts loosen and the slow slide of those and his briefs over his hips and thighs. Releasing River and breaking the kiss, he stepped out of his thongs and shorts.
River stood with his eyes closed as Greg tugged River’s pants and boxers all the way down and off his bare feet. Greg looked at the solid, magnificent man before him, his swollen cock jutting out, with juices dripping from the slit in a head the color of the Shiraz.
With a groan, River reached for him. Greg stepped into the embrace, his right leg between River’s legs where it would trap his balls, just as his were trapped by River’s. Their wet cocks, primed for love, were hard against the other’s hips. His hands behind Greg’s head, River captured his mouth again with his lips and plundered it. Greg clamped his hands on his lover’s butt and locked them tight together as they rubbed harder and harder, taking fierce, hungry pleasure in each other’s bodies.
This was what it was like with a man, Greg thought. Too often with a woman you had to hold back, bringing her to orgasm before you could satisfy yourself. With some, it took too damned much time for her to peak. He supposed some hetero men felt a certain power from knowing they were skillful enough to pleasure a woman and had the control to hold back their own finish. Fucking with a man was different. You could let your fantasies fly and concentrate on your own sensations without worrying about the pace of your partner. Orgasm often happened simultaneously without planning or struggle.
Shutting out everything else, he focused on River’s velvety skin, on River’s tongue inside his mouth and the feel of his bones as Greg rubbed against them with all his strength. Chest against chest, bare thigh against bare thigh, caught up in a sensual world of sex and pleasure, he unleashed his passion and took all, gave all to his hot Latin lover as desire set his blood boiling, then drowned him in a tsunami of heat and feeling...