NSFW - Thankfully Naughty Giveaway Hop

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For my part in the  hop today, I'm sharing a snippet from my wickedly sexy m/m romp, "A Good Bargain." One lucky commenter will win a free pdf copy. Just leave a comment below, and be sure you include your e-mail. Good luck!!

Blurb:

Awkward and unsure, David has finally reentered the dating scene. A hot, young stud-muffin named Brandon seems like the perfect start, but things get complicated when Brandon makes a startling confession. Is Brandon the right choice for David, or did David just get way more than he bargained for?

Excerpt:

“There’s this odd look of mayhem on his upside-down face...”

“I love this part.” David chuckled, watching Brendan Gleeson’s character hanging by his ankle from a tree.

Brandon inched closer, laid his hand on David’s thigh. David bristled under the touch for a moment, forcing himself to calm down and relax. This was what he’d wanted, after all—to start dating again, to experience another man again, to have something more than fond memories and his Fleshlight to look forward to every night.

Brandon moved his hand, slid it just down to the inside of David’s thigh. Waves of fiery need pulsed through David. He tried hard to concentrate on the movie, but all he could think of was Brandon’s willingness. Brandon sighed and snuggled against David’s shoulder, slipping that hand a little higher.

Throat suddenly dry, David thought of all the reasons not to have sex: they’d only just met, Brandon was most likely barely even legal, what kind of example would this be for his son? David sucked in a breath as Brandon spun around and hopped over so he sat in David’s lap, knees straddling him.

Brandon leaned in for another kiss, this time not so soft and gentle. Demanding lips met David’s, and he gave in, opening his mouth and groaning as Brandon’s tongue slipped inside to twine with his. Brandon worked the buttons of David’s shirt open, dipping his hands under the fabric and running his fingers through the hair on David’s chest.

Fuck. Oh, fuck. That touch. David’s resistance melted, and he arched up against Brandon’s hands, tangling his own in Brandon’s long, dark hair, holding Brandon’s head tight. Brandon somehow managed to unbutton his own shirt and he pressed their naked chests together, sliding his arms around David’s back; fingernails raking him from shoulder to just above his waistband.

David broke the kiss with a fevered gasp. “Jump.”

Brandon grinned. “Booyah. Drop trou, baby.” He stood and dug into his pocket as David frantically worked his jeans opened and pushed them and his briefs down to his ankles. “Wow. Nice package, babe.”

David shrugged. At seven inches hard, he’d never considered himself well endowed. “It’ll get the job done.”

Backlist Feature: A Good Bargain

CONTENT WARNING: BDSM, older/younger relationship

Blurb:

Awkward and unsure, David has finally reentered the dating scene. A hot, young stud-muffin named Brandon seems like the perfect start, but things get complicated when Brandon makes a startling confession. Is Brandon the right choice for David, or did David just get way more than he bargained for?

Excerpt:

Fuck, I’m old. The thought forty isn’t old followed immediately—David had forty-year-old friends, and he didn’t consider them old. So what if he couldn’t run five miles every morning anymore? So what if he went to bed at ten now, rather than staying up and watching the late reruns of Family Guy at two AM like he used to? Age changed a man, and a man had to roll with it. Couldn’t fault him for being practical. But the hot young thing on the couch next to him expected... Oh, god. What did he expect?

“So...” Brandon raised an eyebrow at him. “Do you want to—”

“I don’t want to have sex. I mean...I do. There’s nothing wrong with you or anything. I don’t do this kind of thing. I don’t bring boys home. Men,” David corrected quickly. “I don’t bring boys home at all, of course. I’m not into that sort of thing. Not that I think you are. Not that there’s anything wrong with it. I mean...well of course there’s something wrong with it if the boy’s a kid, like, really a kid. Who wouldn’t think that was wrong?” Well, this is going to hell in a hand basket.

“I was gonna ask if you wanted to watch a movie. I don’t do this kind of thing either, yanno.”

“No. I mean, yes. Yes, let’s watch a movie. Of course I don’t think you’re that kind of guy. You could be, if you wanted to be. You’re gorgeous.” David blushed seven different shades of red and stood quickly, pacing over to the DVD shelf. Brandon had said movie. He meant, movie, right? Cops and robbers, space attacks, that sort of thing. Not porn? Oh god, please don’t mean porn.

“Whatdaya have that’s good?” Brandon came to stand behind him, peering over his shoulder at the shelf. The heat of Brandon’s body swirled around David, and his cock swelled.

“What haven’t you seen?”

“Is that Lake Placid? I haven’t seen it. I know it’s old, but”—his gaze swept up and down David—”I kind of like older things.”

David swallowed hard and fumbled for the DVD in question. “Lake Placid. Great choice.” He turned to head over to the television, but found himself nose-to-nose with Brandon. “Um...”

Brandon reached up and slid his arms around David’s neck. “Don’t worry. I won’t bite unless you ask me to.” He tugged David’s head down for a kiss.

Their lips just barely brushed together, but David’s cock leapt and his toes curled from the touch. He pulled away with a small gasp. “Oh. Wow.”

“Nice, hmm?” 

David nodded. “Very.” 

“So, how long have you been out of the game?” Brandon sauntered over to the television. He bent down to retrieve the remote control from its spot on top of the DVD player, his jeans tightening to outline his perfectly formed ass.

David stifled a groan and tore his gaze away. “About eighteen years. Does it show that much?”

“Holy shit, man. You haven’t gotten any in eighteen years?”

David snatched the remote away and gestured to the couch. “That’s not what I said. I’ve gotten plenty.” Just not from men.

“You were with a partner or something?” Brandon flopped down on the couch and slung his left leg over the arm while David tried not to stare owlishly at his crotch.

“I was married.”

Brandon shook his head. “No you weren’t. Fags couldn’t marry back then.”

“To a woman. And don’t use that word. I don’t like it.”

Brandon shrugged. “It’s just a word.”

“No, it’s not. It’s a hateful, spiteful thing to say, and if you’d grown up like I did, you’d understand.” Anger rose in him, sending tremors through his hands.

“Wow. Okay, I’m sorry. It’s just word to me, yanno? Like how women call each other bitches or black people call each other—”

“Don’t.” David held up a hand to stop him from uttering yet another disgusting profanity. “I get your point.” He stared hard at Brandon, wondering what the hell had possessed him to go into a bar and pick up some youngster, probably the same age as his own son. “Fuck me.”

“I thought you’d never ask!”

“Not literally,” he said, shaking his head and scrubbing his hands over his face.

“Can’t blame me for trying, huh?” But disappointment showed clearly in Brandon’s slouched shoulders and petulant frown, bottom lip pursed just so.

“We shouldn’t do this. You should go.”

Brandon stood and stepped toward him, and when David took an involuntary step back, Brandon held up his hands in a gesture of surrender. “I said I wouldn’t bite, remember? You came into the bar because you were looking for something. Wanting something. Maybe even needing something. Right? So, why don’t you let me help you find it? I’m not talking about fucking, although, I gotta admit, if you said jump I’d say how high.”

“What do you suggest?”

Brandon came within touching distance. “Let’s just watch the movie, and see how the evening goes. Then let’s see how the night goes, and maybe how breakfast goes, if we get that far.”

“And after?”

“Well, I usually have lunch after breakfast, followed by dinner. I tend to repeat that daily.” He placed his hands on David’s upper arms, curled his fingers around the muscles there. “You’re not too shabby for an old geezer, you know?”