Like Breathing by Tia Fielding | Cat's Review, Excerpt & #giveaway @Dreamspinners @tiafielding @TTCBooksandmore ~ '

A love as easy as breathing.

Life started out rocky for Devin Rice, but it’s turned out pretty well. He has adoptive parents and a brother who love him, and he works as a coder for his dad’s video game company. Romance is scarce, but a chance encounter leads to more than he ever expected.

While dropping off an assignment for his sick brother, Dev meets his brother’s mentor. Art history professor Seth Kent is brilliant and gorgeous, just what Dev has been looking for. Except that he’s in a long-term committed relationship.

Seth’s partner, Leaf, is older and sees the world differently due to his unusual upbringing. To him, the clear attraction between Seth and Dev isn’t a problem, it’s an unexpected gift. After all, Leaf is often on the road, going wherever rescue dogs need rehabilitation.

When Leaf meets Dev, all the missing pieces fall into place, and three men from different worlds and at different points in life fill each other’s empty spaces. For them, building a future together is the most natural thing in the world. But their unconventional love causes waves in their careers and family dynamics, and each man has his own doubts and fears to overcome.

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Cat gives this one 4 Meows with a 3 Purr heat index...

Devin and Angel are adopted brothers but closer than most blood brothers. Devin takes some papers for Angel to his professor and Seth flirts with him. They go to lunch and Devin likes him but knows it will cause issues with Devin. Then comes a shock to Devin...Seth has a lover. One he has been in a monogamous relationship for ten years. Leaf is an unusual man. He was raised in a cult and has different beliefs. He knows that there are things each man needs the other doesn't supply and perhaps Devin could fill those needs and complete them.

I loved all of these characters. I adored Leaf and how open he was. I loved that he trained dogs and helped in shelters. I would have liked a little more about his job though. Exactly what he does and how his dogs helped.

Seth was sweet and I love me some hot professor stories. I liked how Devin fits in so perfectly completing the relationship between Seth and Leaf. Usually, in a menage, I want a touch of conflict because it feels more natural, but in this story, it just fits perfectly how smooth they fit.

If you like game coders, hot professors, dog trainers, cute dogs, funny kittens, sweet sensual sex and an all over sexy menage romance this is for you.

Excerpt...

“HEY, DEV?”
Devin squinted at the piece of code in front of him and frowned.
“Devil child!”
Well, that jerked him out of his computer-induced fugue.
“Huh?” he called back.
“I need a hand with something,” Angel yelled from downstairs.
Dev saved the code and rubbed his face. His eyes were hurting from all the intense staring and squinting he’d been doing for the last few hours. It was time for lunch, probably.
Leaving his computer on, he went to find his brother.
“What’s up, Angel baby?” he asked, plopping on the other end of the couch from where poor Angel sat wrapped in a blanket.
“I finally finished writing the thing, but it needs to be delivered on paper.” Expressive as Angel’s voice was, the first part of the sentence came out triumphant, while the latter quickly squished it again.
“Okay? You sure you can’t email your professor and have him accept it as an attachment? I mean, you’re too sick to go out. He should totally make an exception,” Dev reasoned.
“Any other professor, sure. It’s just that Kent does things a certain way, and everyone goes with it. It’s the price of his brilliance, I suppose,” Angel explained, waving a hand, then promptly dissolved into coughing his lungs out as if his body protested him moving at all.
“So you want me to drive to campus and hand-deliver it to Professor Kent?”
“Please? I wouldn’t ask if I really didn’t need you to.” Angel peered at him from the cocoon of blankets, and as always, Dev melted.
“You fucker with your big blue puppy-dog eyes. I hate you,” he lied, and gestured at the laptop. “Print it out. I’ll go and get changed.”
He got up and went to his room to figure out what to wear. Working from home had advantages, like not necessarily having to put on adult clothes. Going out was a whole other deal. He pulled on jeans and a long-sleeved T-shirt, then peered out of the window and deemed the weather good enough so he wouldn’t need a jacket.
“I think summer’s coming,” he told Angel when he picked up the printed pages from their very old yet trusty printer in the living room corner, which doubled as a miniature office for paying bills and printing stuff.
Angel looked at him with a serious expression that Devin hated. “Thanks, Dev. Really.”
Dev liked that his brother worried about his occasional anxiety around crowds, but he’d felt good lately. “It’s fine. I’m okay today. And I know the campus, so that helps. I’ll be fine,” he assured, then smirked. “But if I talk with Mom, I’m so letting her know you’ve had this cough for a week now.”
“Devil child!” Angel hissed and flipped him the bird.
“Well, you aren’t getting any better, so something needs to be done. And I’m not dragging a grown man to the doctor’s against his will, brother or not.” Devin pulled on his Chucks and saluted the mound of blankets on the couch. “I’ll grab some lunch somewhere while I’m out. Be back in a couple of hours at most.”
“Okay, I’ll warm up some soup and make grilled cheese or something. Have fun.”

Author, a single parent to a bunch fur-babies. Caffeine addict. Genderqueer, pansexual. A roleplayer, computer geek, and a gamer. Addicted to reading and writing, lover of nature and all the other little things that make life worth living. As thirty-something queer Scandinavian, I've had it easier than many in my global GLBTQ family. I, much like my characters, am still looking for that one forever kind of love, but I hold on to hope that eventually I don't just have to write about feeling that kind of thing. I learned to read and write early, before I went to school. I was so utterly bored when the other kid in my class (yes, the school was a village one and very, very small...) didn't know how to. Luckily I had a teacher who let me read when the boy learned how to do the things I already could. I wrote stories early, too. Mostly about horses, but later also about romance or what I thought made up "romance." I distinctly remember never, ever finishing stories. I can't remember typing The End before I started to write fan fiction around 2009. These days I struggle with depression and the beast my ADD can be, and try to write when the muses are the loudest. Eventually, I hope, I can write for a living in the way most of us authors want to.