Tuesday, August 23, 2016

S.E.X. Review~ Last Man Standing by Mercy Celeste

There’s no dating in football.
After living his entire football career in Levi Brody’s shadow, Damien Sullivan is set to take the NFL by storm. Angry at the world he lands in New Orleans with a chip on his shoulder and a need for some action. He wants nothing more than to experience life to the hilt, but a controlling parent and a set of rigid fraternization rules seek to slow his roll. A chance hook-up before camp leads to a showdown with the very young, very attractive starting quarterback.
Starting quarterback for the disgraced New Orleans team, Raphael Acosta has his work cut out for him. His team doesn’t respect him, his coaches barely know his name, and now there’s this hot-shot kid lauded as the second coming of the great Levi Brody. The last thing Raf needs is an insufferable rival for his position. The problem is he can’t seem to keep his hands off the man in private.
When new rules and old prejudices converge, only one could be the Last Man Standing.

Complicated, convoluted, and awe-inspiring~ descriptors for Mercy Celeste’s new book Last Man Standing, Southern Scrimmage #5. Raphael Acosta, New Orleans football quarterback was not the darling on the field. Damien Sullivan, rookie, was hailed as the new best thing to Levi Brody~ Ms. Celeste wrote a tale that delivered drama as the two men’s lives unfolded on and off the field.

Last Man Standing answered so many questions, while opening others yet to be answered. The book was raw and emotional on a primal level. Mercy Celeste ripped apart the soul of a man, attempted to piece him back together, and gave him a better life on the other side.

Last Man Standing was not a sweet love story. Is there love? Yes. But not without deep-seated issues and turmoil. The kind of reality that hits a person in the face and bruises physically and emotionally.

Mercy Celeste’s style of writing captured the essence of the depth of hunger both on and off the field, and the sacrifices made. The book left me conflicted somewhere between the injustices forced upon those that simply want to exist and the reality of the human spirit. No hearts and flowers, but an abundance of passion.

No spoilers, a few kinks not to my liking~ this is a must read and should be read in order of the series.
Book provided by author/publisher in exchange for an honest review

Definite S.E.X.
A five handcuff review



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2016 ©Evelise Archer All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.

Monday, August 22, 2016

S.E.X. Spotlight~ What It Looks Like by Matthew Metzger

Matthew J. Metzger - What It Looks Like

Author: Matthew J Metzger

Release Date: August 20 2016

Buy Links:  Amazon US  Amazon UK  JMS Books  

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Length: 80,615 words

Blurb

Eli Bell is the only son of a police chief inspector and a forensic scientist. He's grown up wonky in a world that only deals with the straight and narrow -- and his new boyfriend isn't helping.

Rob Hawkes is six feet of muscle, tattoos, and arrest warrants. A career criminal and a former guest of Her Majesty's Prison Service, he'd rather hit Eli's parents than sit down to dinner with them. One wrong move, and Rob could destroy Eli -- and his family -- without a second thought.

But this isn't what it looks like.

Rob's not in control here -- and Eli's the one to blame.
 

Author Bio

Matthew J. Metzger is the front for a British-born author dragged up in the south of England as part of a typical nuclear family with three kids, a mortgage, and no dog because a dog would get hair on the carpet. A brief escape to the north to study focused his writing from daydreaming rambles to his first novel, Our Last Summer. It is unquestionably better than the dissertation he produced at the same time for his university degree, but probably not as inventive as the excuses he provided for missing classes so often.

Matthew has since returned to the London area, and therefore lives mostly on the public transport. He suspects that his next few pieces will probably involve homicidal characters on the London Underground.

For more information, please visit 
matthewjmetzger.wordpress.com.


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2016 ©Evelise Archer All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.

Sunday, August 21, 2016

Sunday's S.E.X.y~ Jessie Colt


I told you a lot about myself over the last few weeks. I still have much more to tell but the most important thing I have learned though this is I am still me. Yes, I have changed, learned more about myself than I ever thought possible. I still have love in my heart, my soul still sings each day just watching the sunrise. I'm happy more each day and at peace with my world. Dating is a weird and sometimes scary thing. I have great friends who stand by me even when I being dumb about stuff.

But I have a bestest friend in this world who keeps me grounded and won't let me give up. He makes sure I know that I am wanted and loved. He doesn't know how much he truly has saved me from just giving up. I think we have done that for each other. No we have never dated and I can't say that I would ever want to. He is my light when I can't seem to find my own.

Edgar is a true joy in my life and one I never expected. You could say we meet by accident or it was fates way of making sure I had him when I needed him most in my life. Our bonds have only grown stronger as time has passed. I could never imagine my life without him in it. We talk about everything, from music, food, politics and even dating. We share it all with each other, we truly have no secrets from each other.

One of our favorite things to do is cook and watch movies together. We try and do this at least once a week but usually more. There are some days we just sit and do nothing at all. These are some of the most peaceful times I have ever know and hope we can have many more of them together. Edgar and I tend to go through these periods of watch the same type of movies. We now happen to be into the paranormal or horror movies phase...lol. He will watch a sci-fi movie with me once in a while but lord does he hate them.  We are very similar in most of the things we do or say. I really do love our movie nights.

Then there are the nights we really get into to talking about music. Those are fun because we end up dancing or I get to hear him play music. Edgar is a very talented man; he plays a lot of different instruments. He truly has a love for it and it show in everything he plays and sings. Maybe I will get to share more about that later on, I will have to check with him first on that one.

To kind of wrap this up for this week, I know I have gotten a lot from writing this all down, seeing the words. I know personally for me I can't seem to get past something till I can see it in some way. I have a few people other than Edgar who have shown me as well. I will be forever grateful for that as well. I know people move in and out of our lives but there is always a few that never leave us. It not just family that makes us a whole person but also the family we choose to bring into our lives that makes us even more by their presence.


I want to thank Evelise for letting me do this and everyone else for just letting get it out there.   



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2016 ©Evelise Archer All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.

Thursday, August 18, 2016

S.E.X. Review~ Extra Point by Cree Storm

Jotham was one of the oldest of the paranormal world, and a dragon shifter. He had been one of the attending Councilmen for the mating Games, since its creations. It is a time, for most, to come and have some fun, play some games, and hopefully find their mate. However, for Jotham, it was the time of his worst nightmare. Someone had taken his daughter over a hundred years ago. Discovering that Councilman Troy, his supposed friend, was behind his daughter’s disappearance was something Jotham had a hard time dealing with. 
When he was first approached about the sinister actions of his fellow councilman, Jotham had not believed the men's accusations. Then Ricky, Ian, Joop, their mates, and family proved their words were true. Discovering his daughter had died was heartbreaking, but then he saw a picture in a file and knew the little girl looking back at him could only be one person...his granddaughter. 
Ricky and Ian convinced him that maybe one of the victims might be able to help them find the other captives. That is how he met his destiny.... his Q... his mate. 
Q had never really known a life outside the labs and captivity. So many people and no ability to communicate was terrifying. Then he saw the most beautiful sight in the world. His koala wanted to pounce and claim the man...but then he found out Jotham was a man of power and that type of person had only brought him fear and pain. 
Can Q push past his fear and help his mate find his granddaughter and others still being imprisoned? Can Q push his fear even harder aside and allow his dragon mate to claim him? Or will all be lost forever? 



The plot thickens in The Mating Games series by Cree Storm, Extra Point. Jotham, the almighty dragon shifter found his mate amongst those caged by Councilman Troy and his band of mad scientists. Q, the koala shifter, and champion of the captured children lived a life in captivity until set free by ‘the mates’.

As one thing worked in their favor, another attempted to tear them apart. Ricky, Ian, Joop, and their mates assisted Jotham in rescuing his long-lost granddaughter and several children.


Ms. Storm’s book was action-packed and adventurous. The familiarity of the men rang through and their care for each other resonated. Ms. Storm did a nice job of world building and giving the reader enough information, making me want to come back for more. My only drawback was the lack of editing/formatting. Words ran together and misspelled names detracted from the read.
Book provided by author/publisher in exchange for an honest review

Sexy and Sizzling
A three and a half handcuff review





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2016 ©Evelise Archer All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.

Wednesday, August 17, 2016

S.E.X. Review~ False Start by Cree Storm

The Mating Games gathering has arrived! 
Finding ones mate is not always easy. Not everyone's mate is always the same species and the Council knows this, so they designed a way for all types of shifters and other paranormals to come together. Have some fun, meet new people, and if you are one of the lucky ones....find your mate. 
Knowing that Councilman Troy is responsible for their friend's disappearance, and proving it, are two different things. However, Colby and Ian are just as determined to do that, as they are to figure out how to make their mating official. 
Discovering that the councilman is using endangered animal shifters for his own purposes, pushes Colby's saber toothed tiger and Ian's giant golden crowned flying fox to change their approach, but not their determination. 
The thing is, even with all they know, can they save Joop and the others and still prove that Councilman Troy is behind it all or will the Councilman make these two a part of his experiments first?





False Start by Cree Storm was a nice story about Joop and Kahn’s mating. The story flowed and continued the intriguing world building Ms. Storm created in her new series The Mating Games.

I adored Joop and the fact that he was an average guy, a beaver shifter, and had true human qualities~ not everyone can be the tall studly type~ and his vampire mate loved him even with what Joop considered his flaws.

False Start further took us into the nefarious world of certain council members and their attempt to genetically enhance and create shifters of their own choosing.

The Mating Games series took me on a roller coaster ride that I have not yet tipped over the top. I am looking forward to each subsequent book in the series.
Book provided by author/publisher in exchange for an honest review

Sexy and Sizzling
A four and a half handcuff review





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2016 ©Evelise Archer All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.

Tuesday, August 16, 2016

S.E.X. Returning Home by Alex Jane

Three years after Jacob Carpenter landed on Caleb Fletcher’s doorstep, the Alpha mates return to the city they grew up in to be married. 

Aside from the sheer exhaustion of traveling across the country with three children in tow, both men step foot back in New York filled with apprehension about what kind of reception they will receive from their families after abandoning their respective packs. 

At first it seems they are welcomed home with open arms and much excitement about their wedding but it soon becomes clear that not everyone is so happy to see the prodigal sons return. 

Indeed, Caleb finds himself wondering if Jacob will go through with the ceremony at all, or whether it would be better to pack up his mate and their children, and head back to Nebraska before the situation does irreparable damage to them both. 

Sometimes you have to leave a place to realize it’s exactly where you ought to be. 



Alex Jane once again regaled this reader with a sensual tale in her book Returning Home, The Alphas’ Homestead series. Caleb and Jacob returned to New York to marry before their children and their packs~ although not thwart with rife. Lucky for the two alphas, their love and sense of togetherness outdid everything thrown at them.

True to form, Ms. Jane delivered a time period classic that was well-versed and researched. Her writing transported me to post Civil War and drew me into the story. The world building captured my attention and things can only go up from here. Every detail was carefully delivered sans being forced.

Caleb’s family was genuine and caring~ proud and accepting~ their love radiated from each other and to each other. The children have grown and matured under the gentle hands of their father, secure in the family of choice and acceptance. Ms. Jane’s characterization of the children with each other and Caleb and Jacob left me smiling and warmed my heart. I pictured the tiny alpha, Thaddeus, growling at his brother and sister, amused and tickled.

Returning Home endeared me even more than I thought possible after reading Home is Where You Are. Alex Jane is now an automatic for this reader. Strong and romantic characters, Ms. Jane’s series should not be overlooked.
Book provided by author/publisher in exchange for an honest review

Definite S.E.X.
A five handcuff review




   


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2016 ©Evelise Archer All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.

S.E.X. Spotlight~ Not a Game by Cardeno C.

Not a Game An accidental meeting and a misunderstanding lead to a life-altering connection. An accidental meeting and a misunderstanding lead to a life-altering connection. A new job, a new city, and hopefully a new life. When chubby gamer Oliver Barnaby receives a job offer from the best boutique game developer in the country, he leaves his family and his less than spectacular existence in Oklahoma without a second’s hesitation. Determined to change more than his career and his geography, Oliver implements a plan to finally land a boyfriend. Step one is improving his skills in the bedroom. A life that looks perfect on paper, but feels empty in reality. Attractive, successful, charismatic Jaime Snow has a life other people envy. His already booming business is growing. He isn’t lacking in friends. And he has no trouble finding a date. But there’s an emptiness in Jaime’s heart and a hole in his life that only the right man can fill. An accidental meeting, a misunderstanding, and falling in love. When Oliver and Jaime end up at the same bar at the same time, they each see something they want in the other. Going to bed together that first night is easy. Building the lifetime relationship they both desperately crave will require trust, time, and a little misunderstanding.

EXCERPT

Not a Game Print
 Chapter 1:
 He had chosen the bar because of its name: The Bookstore. It was clever and unusual and he had laughed internally at how happy his mother would be if he told her he was spending time at the Bookstore instead of in front of his computer. Oliver’s entire life, she had mourned the fact he wasn’t a reader, and even though he had now moved two thousand miles away from their home in Oklahoma City, she still sent him books she was sure he’d love. Maybe someday he’d open one of them. For now, he glanced down at the only book he had read countless times and adjusted it at the edge of his table to make the spine as visible as possible.

The title—Coding—wasn’t as clever as the bar name, but the information and the way it was phrased had clicked perfectly in Oliver’s brain when he was a college freshman. He had long since moved past the information inside, but the textbook was the closest thing he had to a security blanket, so he had held onto it through four years of progressively more complicated computer science classes, three dead-end computer repair and technical support jobs, and a move to Seattle to finally, finally, live his dream developing video games. When he had to pick a way to identify himself to the stranger who would guide him on the last phase of his journey toward living the life he had always wanted, the first thing that came to Oliver’s mind was the book that had started it all. With the spine facing the bar and walkway and his glass empty, Oliver had nothing left to do but wait or get his phone out to play a quick turn on Clash of Clans.

He reached into his pocket almost before his brain had formulated the thought. A quick glance at his screen confirmed it was still twenty minutes shy of eight o’clock. Oliver prided himself on timeliness, something his father had drummed into him since he was a boy, and after two months in Seattle, he hadn’t yet gotten a handle on how long it took to get anywhere, so he had erred on the side of caution and ended up arriving half an hour early. In his head, his mother lectured him about playing on his phone when he should be paying attention to people, but he was twenty-eight years old, and she was too far away to see him, so he ignored her and tried to lose himself in a game. Besides, taking his mind off why he was in that bar would stop him from falling headfirst into an anxiety attack, and even his mother would agree that was a good thing in a social setting. Not that she would ever have the chance to know about his plans that evening, because, despite how close they were, this was one activity Oliver absolutely would not share with his family. Or anyone else for that matter. Nerves rising, he scratched his upper back through his shirt with one hand and his thigh with the other.

Recognizing what he was doing, he forced his hands away before he broke the skin. Hoping for a distraction, he jerked his gaze toward his pop when, suddenly, from the corner of his eye, he noticed someone moving in his direction. Instinctively, Oliver grabbed the glass and scrunched over it, using the act of sipping from a straw as a shield to keep himself from staring at people who inevitably didn’t notice him. But when the man didn’t veer away and instead came closer, Oliver glanced up and realized the stranger was looking right at his book. Which meant he was either coming to tease the chubby nerd for having a textbook at a bar on a Friday night or… Oh my God. This is him. Oliver kept his head down but couldn’t stop himself from flicking his gaze back and forth between his still empty glass and the approaching man. Older than Oliver, but not too old, broad shoulders, light eyes, short dark hair, and a sculpted face.

The man stopped right next to the table, waited for Oliver to look up, and then said, “Interesting reading choice.” He tapped the top of the cover and tried to meet Oliver’s gaze. Even though this was one situation where Oliver couldn’t be rejected or laughed at, he still struggled to speak to such a handsome man, and he definitely couldn’t make eye contact with him. And now that he was close enough for Oliver to see him clearly, he definitely knew that was true.

He set his gaze on the man’s chin and took in his features. The dark hair was brown but it had strands of chestnut at the top and flecks of silver in the sideburns, which extended to the bottom of his earlobe. The light eyes were green, a pale shade that still managed to look warm. And the broad shoulders topped a chest so muscular that it stretched the black T-shirt he wore underneath a well-fitted jacket. This guy was fantasy material, and Oliver couldn’t believe he had gotten so lucky.

“Is this book yours?”

“Yes,” Oliver said hoarsely and then cleared his throat. “It’s mine.”

The man’s forehead crinkled. He tilted his head to the side and stared at Oliver. At first, the odd look discomforted him, but then Oliver remembered the social etiquette classes he had been forced to attend in middle school, and he realized where he had gone wrong.

“Please have a seat,” he said, raising his hand toward the empty chair across from him. Though his voice still shook more than he would have liked, it was a bolder invitation than he usually gave. Of course, usually men didn’t approach him, especially incredibly handsome men, and usually people didn’t want to hang out with him, and usually he didn’t look up escort services and set up a meeting. So today was anything but Oliver’s usual.

“Thanks.” The man pulled back the empty chair, sat, and then scooted it forward.

“I’m Jaime.” He reached his hand out. Oliver glanced down at the hand, blinked, and then remembered his manners.

“I’m Oliver.” He wiped his sweaty palm on his jeans, took Jaime’s hand, and shook it. “Oliver Barnaby.” Oh crap. Was giving his last name in this situation a bad idea? Oh well. If everything went as expected, Oliver would be spending time alone with this man, which would put him at more risk than sharing his name. He had made reservations at the hotel upstairs, which was expensive and not completely secure, but it had to be safer than bringing a stranger to his apartment.

 “So, Oliver Barnaby.” Grinning, Jaime glanced at the book and arched his eyebrows. “What are you doing here with this?”

 Straight to the point. In Jaime’s line of work, being direct made sense, but Oliver wasn’t skilled at holding an articulate conversation with a live human so he fidgeted in his seat.

“Well, uh…” He gulped. “Late night study session?” The comment was teasing, but the tone held no malice and Jaime’s expression, while most definitely amused, wasn’t cruel.

 “Sorry. I’m being silly.” Oliver shook his head.

“We both know why we’re here so—” He drew in a deep breath. “I’m not sure how much he told you.” He frowned and thought back to the brief phone call he’d had with the man from the ad.

“Actually, I don’t remember how much detail I gave him other than saying I needed someone experienced.”

 “Experienced?”

 “Uh-huh. Because, uh.” He looked at Jaime’s handsome face and once again lost the power of speech. He hadn’t thought through how the escort agency would interpret his request but now he realized they had taken it to mean Oliver wanted someone a bit older. As luck would have it, older men were very much Oliver’s type. Or they would be if he had a type. Someone probably needed to go on actual dates rather than just fantasize about them before he could say he had a type.
 
“Oliver?” Oliver blinked. “You were saying you needed someone experienced?”

 “Right.” He bobbed his head.

“See the thing is, I didn’t hire you for sex.” There was no missing the shock that crossed Jaime’s face.
“That didn’t come out right.” Oliver quickly backtracked. The last thing he wanted was for Jaime to think he was being stiffed because then he’d get up and walk out and Oliver would have to start his search all over again. The odds of finding someone as attractive and nice as Jaime to teach him were so low they rounded to zero. “I know what escort means and I’m all set to pay you. I have the money.” He patted his pocket and said an internal thank-you for his new company’s generosity.

“What I meant was that I don’t want to have sex with you.”

 Jaime chuckled and arched his eyebrows, but he didn’t say anything.

 “Ugh.” Oliver shook his head. “I didn’t mean that either.” He raised his hand and moved it up and down in Jaime’s direction.

“Look at you. Obviously, I want to have sex with you. But it’s not about eating the meal, it’s about learning to fish, you know?”

 “I think I’m getting the picture, but why don’t you fill in the details?” Jaime lowered his voice. “And try to keep the whole paying for sex thing out of it.” One side of his lips rose in a crooked smile. “We are in public after all and not everything is legal in Washington.”

  Oh God. Oliver jerked his head from side to side, checking to see if anyone was close enough to hear him. The bar wasn’t big and there were a decent number of customers, so someone probably had. He leaned forward, his belly squishing against the table.

“Do you think people will call the police? Should we leave?”

 “No and”—Jaime’s smile shifted from amused to wicked—“eventually. But first, tell me about learning to fish.” Jaime settled into his chair and crossed his arms over his chest, his biceps giving the gray suede jacket a workout.

“I assume we aren’t talking about the great outdoors, so what exactly are you hiring me to teach you?”

 When he had come up with the idea to hire an escort, Oliver had focused on how much it would cost, where to do it, and what he’d be able to squeeze into one night. He had also spent a decent amount of time second-guessing his plan. But he had never considered how he would explain what he wanted to the man he paid to help him.

“Do you guys have like, uh, confidentiality requirements?” Oliver asked. Jaime arched his eyebrows.

“Confidentiality?” 

“Yeah.” Oliver bobbed his head. “What I tell you has to stay between us, right?”

“Well.” Jaime’s mouth turned up at the corners and then he licked his lips, coughed, and said, “I’m not a psychiatrist or an attorney, so there’s not a licensing board out there keeping me honest, but I’ll give you my word to keep this just between us. How’s that?”

After considering the response and his alternatives for a couple of seconds, Oliver said, “That works.”

 “Glad we got the preliminaries out of the way.” Jaime smiled. “Tell me what you need, Oliver.”

When he said Oliver’s name, Jaime’s voice dropped, going deeper and raspier. The tone sent a pang through Oliver’s gut and reminded him why this man got paid to do what he did. That made what Oliver had to say even more humiliating, but he didn’t want his life in Seattle to be like his life in Oklahoma, so he pushed through the shame and forced himself to speak.

“I’m pretty sure I’m bad in bed and I want help with that.” He bit his lip. “Real help. Not what people brag about online.” He had read endless blogs and subscribed to chat rooms, but loath as he was to admit it, the internet didn’t have all the answers. Looking surprised, Jaime blinked a few times, cleared his throat, and then said,

“Why do you think you’re bad in bed?” That question was easy to answer.

“My ex told me.” The good-natured, amused expression disappeared from Jaime’s face.

“Your ex sounds like a dick. Find someone else and forget about him.”

“That’s just it. I can’t find someone else.” Realizing he sounded whiney, Oliver took a moment to breathe. He sat up straight, rolled his neck, and then ruined his attempt at looking confident by slumping.

“People never like me in real life. I’m twenty-eight and Ted was the only guy who’s ever been willing to sleep with me. That was four years ago.” His voice shook. “I need help.”

“Hey.” Jaime’s eyes softened, and he leaned forward, curling his hand around Oliver’s forearm.

“It’s going to be okay. I promise.” Jaime’s touch was ten times more potent than his voice, and suddenly, Oliver wanted to follow through on his plans for the night because of something entirely unrelated to learning and improving himself. He stayed perfectly still, letting the pleasurable feelings wash over him until Jaime removed his hand. And then the floodgates opened.

“I just moved to Seattle in August. Did I tell you that already? I want things to be different here. I got this great job making lots of money, and I have my own apartment, but that’s not enough. I’m going to join a gym so I can lose weight, because I know guys aren’t going to be interested in me like this.” He waved his hand up and down beside his too fat, too flabby body.

“I’ll never be good-looking like you, but hopefully exercise will help, and I can diet too and then maybe someone will be interested, but then what? At some point we’ll end up in bed and then he’ll never want to see me again.” He took a deep breath, his heart racing.

“That’s why I hired you. I need to get better, so if I actually find someone who’s interested, I can hold on to him.” He squeezed and released his hands and stared at Jaime, hoping he’d understand.

“All right,” Jaime said calmly. “I hear you and I’m not turning you down.” He looked at Oliver meaningfully, only continuing after Oliver nodded in understanding.

“We can get out of here and do this, but before we do, I want you to know that not every guy is into gym bunnies or twinks. You’re really good-looking, Oliver.”

“You’re getting paid to say that,” Oliver mumbled, dropping his gaze from Jaime’s eyes. Even that part of him was attractive—layers of green far more interesting than Oliver’s own boring brown.

“No, I’m not.” Jaime’s jaw ticced as he spoke, and he sounded so firm that Oliver would have believed him if he hadn’t found the man through an escort ad.

“It’s fine,” Oliver said. “I’m past worrying about being pathetic for paying for sex.” He sighed and dragged his fingers through his hair, hoping he wasn’t making the too long strands stick out in weird directions.

“Actually, it helps. I’d never have the nerve to talk to a guy like you in real life, even if it was just to answer a question about directions or something.” He rolled his eyes at his own shortcomings.

“Knowing you can’t laugh at me or judge me or turn me down makes this better.” It made it possible.

“That’s all I need. Don’t worry about the fake compliments.”

“It wasn’t fake.” Of course it was. Oliver was good-looking in the same way the bar was a bookstore. But that didn’t matter and Jaime sounded angry, so Oliver stopped arguing and refocused the conversation on the reason they were both in the Bookstore that wasn’t actually a bookstore.

“I reserved a room upstairs in the hotel.” Jaime pulled his eyebrows together and narrowed his eyes and, for a horrible moment, Oliver was sure he had changed his mind and he was about to leave. Oliver was about to plead for another chance, but then Jaime’s face smoothed and he rose from his chair.

“Lead the way, Oliver. I’m looking forward to”—he dragged his gaze over Oliver’s body, his expression unlike any Oliver previously had seen directed at him—“fishing with you.”

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Cardeno C - Logo
Cardeno C. - CC to friends - is a hopeless romantic who wants to add a lot of happiness and a few "awwws" into a reader's day. Writing is a nice break from real life as a corporate type and volunteer work with gay rights organizations. Cardeno's stories range from sweet to intense, contemporary to paranormal, long to short, but they always include strong relationships and walks into the happily-ever- after sunset. Cardeno's Home, Family, and Mates series have received awards from Love Romances and More Golden Roses, Rainbow Awards, the Goodreads M/M Romance Group, and various reviewers. But even more special to CC are heartfelt reactions from readers, like, "You bring joy and love and make it part of the every day."




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