Book Spotlight & Giveaway: Loving Sarajevo by CL Mustafic

Title:  Loving Sarajevo
Author: CL Mustafic
Publisher:  NineStar Press
Release Date: October 2, 2017
Heat Level: 3 - Some Sex
Pairing: Male/Male
Length: 97500
Genre: Contemporary, LGBT, Family drama, BDSM, D/s, spanking, travel, businessmen, men with children

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Gage has problems saying I love you. After five years with his live-in boyfriend, Lucas, he still hasn’t said it. When Lucas calls it quits, it’s not a surprise, but it couldn’t have come at a more inconvenient time—the eve of Gage’s first business trip to Sarajevo.

Nikola, who’s been tasked with chaperoning Gage during his stay, is the walking epitome of sex on a stick. Gage quickly develops an attraction to him, even before he’s certain it could ever be reciprocated. When the feeling turns out to be mutual, Gage is surprised by Nikola’s domineering bedroom persona but finds he likes being manhandled by the sexy Bosnian.

After a heated disagreement, Nikola must convince Gage that even though they’ve only known each other a short time, what they feel for each other is worth fighting for. With only his cell phone and a plan, Nikola goes about getting the man who has stolen his heart to give them a chance at happiness.


Loving Sarajevo
CL Mustafic © 2017
All Rights Reserved

Exclusive Excerpt 2

Gage got out, and looking around him, there didn’t seem to be much of interest near where they’d parked. Nikola talked to the parking lot attendant, shook his hand, and motioned for Gage to follow him. They walked down a small path between a couple of buildings and came out into a public square. It was like stepping into another world as he took in the old town. The ground beneath his feet wasn’t paved—the stones weren’t what you’d call cobblestone—and it was uneven and hard to walk on. In the center of the square, there was what looked like a small tower surrounded by tons of pigeons and people who were taking or posing for pictures and some—mostly children—who were feeding the birds. Ringing the square were restaurants and small stands where proprietors called out to people as they passed, while others sat having coffee near the big, outdoor propane heaters.
“That’s a Sebilj, a fountain. Some people call this the pigeon square. They sell bread crumbs so you can feed the pigeons if you want,” Nikola told Gage as he pointed out an old woman selling bags of bread crumbs.
“Yuck, why would you want to do that?” Gage hated pigeons—rats with wings was an accurate description in his opinion. “It’s very pretty though.” He pointed at the fountain and ducked when the entire flock of birds decided to take wing around them and then just as quickly settled back down.
“You must have offended them.” Nikola tsked while Gage tried to evade the stinky birds. “Come on. Let’s go this way. There’s a mosque down here you have to see.” He grabbed Gage’s arm, pulling him in the direction he wanted to go. A small tingle went through Gage’s body at Nikola’s casual touch, but he let go as soon as he was confident Gage was with him.
He followed Nikola but kept stopping to look in the shops. Nikola showed a good amount of patience, which Gage was sure he’d cultivated during other such trips as a tour guide. Nikola would give explanations about the souvenirs when Gage asked what they meant or why, for example, a wolf was their mascot. Nikola told him the story of Vučko, the Olympic mascot, as Gage browsed through the rest of the shop.
“You know you’re worse than a woman,” Nikola said after they’d been going in and out of shops for an hour and were finally standing in front of the old mosque that Nikola wanted him to see.
“How’s that?” Gage asked. “How old is this mosque?”
“It was built in 1532 by the Turks. You can’t pass up a shop without going inside to see what they have. It took us over an hour to walk a few blocks.” His words were delivered with a smile to soften the insult.
“I like to see things. I like new things. Stuff I’ve never seen before. It makes me realize just how much is still out there to see, touch, taste. Gives me a reason to live, knowing that I will never see it all, but I can die trying,” Gage explained, looking up into the dome of the building.
Nikola looked at Gage with a thoughtful expression on his face. He was probably thinking Gage was crazy, but he didn’t care. Nikola watched Gage walk around the courtyard of the mosque and waited patiently while he read all the plaques. When Gage was done, he walked back outside the fence to meet Nikola, where he stood watching an old man talk to everyone who passed by, trying to get people into his shop.
“Want to get something to eat?” Nikola asked. His eyes never leaving the scene in front of him.
“Sure, do they have a good pita place here?”
“You want to eat at a buregdžinica?”
“Yeah that’s a pita place, right?” Gage knew the word for the type of restaurant he wanted to eat in, but he’d be damned if he was going to watch as Nikola laughed at him trying to pronounce the tongue twister of a word.
Nikola nodded and started walking. He walked so close to Gage that their hands brushed a couple of times, but Gage didn’t move away. He’d noticed before in the other countries he’d been to and even in that moment—the other men walking down the street right now in front of them—there wasn’t the stigma attached to men touching or walking close that there was in America. The innate need Gage always felt to distance himself from another man to keep up appearances wasn’t necessary here. Just because one man walked or sat close to another didn’t automatically brand him as gay in Europe like it did back in the states. Gage witnessed many young men walking with arms casually thrown over the shoulder of their male companions and no one gave them a second glance.


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Meet the Author

CL Mustafic is a born and bred American mid-westerner who mysteriously ended up living in one of those countries nobody can ever find on the map of Europe. Left with too much time on her hands—let’s be honest here: it was the lack of television channels in her native language–and too many voices in her head trying to fill the silence, she decided to give her life-long dream of writing a novel a shot. So now, between shuttling kids back and forth from various activities and risking her life on the insanely narrow, busy streets of her new hometown, she loses herself in her own made-up world where love always wins.

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