Print Length: 169 pages Publisher: PubRight (August 11, 2014)Categories: Romance, Gay, Comedy, Erotic
What does it take to bring a slow simmer to a rolling boil?
Sean Rourke is hiding in plain sight as a Bad Boyfriends A-list escort, hoping to dodge the bullet from a few career missteps.
Mike Douglas’ financial backing and very special negotiating skills have him partnering not-so-silently at Bad Boyfriends, as well as running a training center for athletes and gym rats.
The Buy Links
Sequestered at a beach house in the Hamptons, charged with keeping Lovett Junior occupied while his law firm does damage control over Junior’s peccadillos, Mike and Sean are dancing around their attraction for each other. Mike suggests a run – that’s the stick, but there’s a carrot involved also.
He sank to his knees, still blowing hard. By my guesstimate, we’d gone two miles and change. Ten was usually a warmup for me, but then I was fit, Sean wasn’t. At least not for that.
I needed to look at the bigger picture: Sean naked, on my bed, his cock at full salute, a come hither expression on his face, eyes at half mast, touching himself, fondling his balls, a finger nudging the gully, thighs inching apart…
Sean blew that fantasy clear out of the sky, dumping me into a brand new one with, “I’ll give you the best blow job of your life if you stop and let me die right here.”
“Tempting. But one question. Is that before or after?”
“Wha—?” He grimaced and ducked his head, his shoulders shaking.
I offered a hand to pull him up, but he surprised me and yanked hard enough I got caught off balance and sank to my knees in front of him. Now we were both sucking air, our chests heaving, and it had nothing to do with exertion, not that kind.
Behind me the sky was lightening enough it reflected in the deep brown pools that were his eyes, the irises wide and soft and so sexy I leaned in for a closer look, hungering for a taste of his mouth and skin salty slick with sweat and sea air.
He had my wrist, pinching down hard, his thumb rubbing along the underside … not rubbing, shoving, shoving the blood back, back toward my cock, and it hurt in a way that I never wanted it to stop. I couldn’t take my eyes off it, off him digging into the skin, thin now under the assault of a blunt nail. It was angry, harsh how he did it, so harsh I at first didn’t feel the touch, a caress on my cheek, following the line to my jaw and tilting my head.
I wanted to look down, I wanted to see how much pain and pleasure he could control, but that feather touch drained me of everything but wanting him, right there, right on that beach with the grey shadows retreating toward the dunes, exposing us, exposing me to his power.
Oblivious to everything but the craving for his taste, I surrendered as he took my mouth, tracing it with his tongue, probing. My hand hung helpless, useless, in a vise grip that numbed sensation and replaced it with such intense focus on my cock and my mouth, there was nothing left but him sweeping inside, crushing and bruising as he invaded my senses.
The first sharp nip released an intense flood of copper-iron. Sean swished it away, then assaulted the bruise with another and another until he withdrew, leaving me passive, struggling for air.
He stood. I couldn’t. Not yet.
Whispering, “We have company,” Sean nodded in the direction of the dunes behind us.
Holding out a hand, he helped me up. We locked gazes, his almost a challenge. Then with a rueful grin, he said, “I have sand in my shorts.”
I looked down, leering. “Looks like a sand dune to me. You might want to do something about that.”
“What do you have in mind?”
I was going to make him pay in spades for turning me into a quivering blob of jelly, right there in the open, lancing my heart with that fucking display of dominance. Reaching over to hook a forefinger in the waistband of his bathing suit, I tugged him closer and laid out the terms, keeping them clean and simple.
“First one back gets to top.”
He growled, “Bite me,” and took off like a shot, with me a few steps behind.
Kane leads a double life. By day, he pumps iron, running a fitness center, where jocks and Cougars flock for the burn and the ‘tude. By night, it’s something else entirely that gets pumped, as Kane swaps sweats for Armani to cater to an exclusive clientele, willing to pay well to indulge their special interests and tastes. His double life isn’t a problem until his conniving ex tightens the financial screws.
Finding and retaining suitable companions for his after-dark clients isn’t easy. David Black’s pole dancing performance at a friend’s club hints that he might hit all the bullet points on Kane’s list of requirements, in a way that could mean something other than “just business.”
David is out of work and out of options, so when he’s offered the choice of starvation or performing both on and off the stage, it’s a no-brainer. Kane’s offer of a position with the escort service is as attractive as the man himself, and David agrees to a trial period involving certain conditions. He quickly finds that he’s out of his depth.
Confronted with unanticipated roadblocks, one thing is clear… neither man is taking no for an answer.
My Review of Book 1
David is down and out. He’s barely surviving working dead end jobs. One night in a seedy club where in works behind the scenes, he’s bribed to take the place of a male exotic dancer who also does hand jobs and BJ’s after the show. He isn’t comfortable with the sale of his body, but he’s terribly desperate.
“I don’t do that.” I’m a good boy, I am…
Kane owns a gym and
“Yes. Well. I run an escort service. We specialize in servicing the needs of a very select, gay clientele.”
Kane’s ex is trying to make him loose everything stealing away his best employees so Kane is looking for someone new. He happens upon David, who has a gymnastics and dancing background, pole dancing at the club and knows he’s found what he’s looking for.
Both men are so very lonely and looking for love. Both have had nothing but heartache so far in matters of the heart. Kane was with a man he thought loved him that was really just using him for his money. Then when he found someone richer, he took off while trying to ruin Kane financially. David has been willing to try anything to find it even though he just wants plain simple everyday love.
I’d done this dance before. Twice before. Trapped. Trapped and wanting it so bad I’d let them hurt me before I realized it wasn’t dominance, it was sadism, and I’d become and unwitting victim who didn’t understand the rules of engagement. A victim who ended up at Bellevue in the ER.
I am really surprised by how much I loved this story. I don’t know why, but I was not expecting the depth. Also the author’s writing style is so interesting. There were no downtimes in the book. I was entertained through every page. This quote about how one feels about the other is actually a fairly good summary of this read.
If I was honest, I’d already fallen. I wasn’t farting rainbows over the guy, or buying rings, but that empty spot in my chest had filled for a few hours, just by having him in my life. Yes, the sex was mind-blowing. Maybe the best I ever had. But that wasn’t all of it, not even close.
About the Author
Crossing boundaries, taking no prisoners. Write what’s in your soul.
It’s the bass beat, the heartbeat, the lyrics rude and true.
Nya Rawlyns is the pseudonymof a writer who cut her teeth on sports-themed romantic comedy and historical romances before finding her true calling in the wilderness areas she has visited but calls “home” in that place that counts the most: the heart. She writes M/M erotic romance because her good friends deserve to have their amazing stories told.
She has lived in the country and on a sailboat on the Chesapeake Bay, earned more than 1000 miles in competitive trail and endurance racing, taught Political Science to unwilling freshmen, and found an avocation in materials science.
When she isn’t tending to her garden or the horses, the cats, or two pervert parakeets, she can be found day dreaming and listening to the voices in her head.
Her published works include:
Curling Iron (A Bad Boyfriends Novella)
Pumping Iron (A Bad Boyfriends Novel)
Ash & Oak (A Crow Creek Novel)
Pulling Leather (A Crow Creek Novel)
Strapping Ash (A Crow Creek Novel)
Sorting Will (A Crow Creek Novel)
Flankman (A Crow Creek Novel)
Cajun Gothic (Blood Haven)
The Strigoi Chronicles: Penance, Fane, Michel, Dreu
Acid Jazz Singer (Hunger Hurts)
The Guardians of the Portals
Dance Macabre (short story)
Combination of Rafflecopter and Individual Blog Giveaway:
Rafflecopter: Ebook (epub, mobi) of Pumping Iron (Book 2)
Ebook (epub, mobi) of Curling Iron (Book1)
Grand Prize: Original Chain Maille Bracelet by MetaMDesigns (US only)
Individual Blog Giveaways:
Ebook Bundle (Curling Iron and Pumping Iron) epub, mobi
2 Giveaway Bundles per Blog Stop
We met Mike Douglas in book one. While Kane is the face behind the business, the head of the company, Mike is the behind the scenes muscle, the silent partner. They have been best friends forever. Although Kane finally found the love of his life, David, their company is still under attack from Kane’s ex. Kane and Mike own a gay escort service and gym. Pumping Iron is the story of Mike and Sean.
Sean Rourke works for them as an escort. He is just trying to make it in this world. Sean has a major crush on Mike, but doesn’t believe it’s in the cards for them. Sean also has some previous bad choices for which he’s still paying.
The thought occurred I might be the only gay man in the tri-state area who hadn’t had sex with Sean Rourke. Yet.
Mike’s personal life isn’t really that great. He’s doing marvelous in the heath and exercise department and doing nothing in the relationship and sex department. Also Mike is stressed with work and past mistake issues. He has a soft spot for Sean, but can’t sort in his head how they could have a relationship. Mike doesn’t share.
“Don’t take this the wrong way, but maybe you and me? We were meant to be together? Kinda like dumb and dumber.”
I love the way this author writes. It’s so entertaining, containing both silly and dry humor. The two books thus far in this series are about an older man having business issues and a younger man desperately surviving. I did like the first book better, but I highly recommend both.
I’ve mostly focused on the witty lines between Mike and Sean in this review, but that definitely does not mean there isn’t plenty of sexy and sweet. My favorite part is how Mike protectively comforts Sean.