The Needy Boy - book 8 of the Iron Eagle Gym series is out! It's on KU for a limited run, so it's only there and Amazon, but it'll be out in wider distribution in three months. You don't need to ahve read any of the other books in the series to enjoy this one. I'm putting a regular excerpt here and I'll do a smutty excerpt on Saturday.
The Needy Boy
An old high school sweetheart might be just the man for a needy sub.
Busy bakery owner and Dom Jack has neglected romance to build his business, but he’s ready to find his special man. He agrees to go on a blind date set up by his friend Tide. Imagine his surprise when he comes face-to-face with the boy he loved as a teenager.
Peter curates a niche antique shop specializing in sex toys and kink from the past. His extreme neediness has cost him relationships before, and it won’t be easy to open up and reveal the true extent of his desires.
Both Jack and Peter have changed in the past decade, but they’ve only become more compatible, with preferences that complement each other perfectly and chemistry that flares back to life with a speed that amazes them. But Peter fears he’ll drive Jack away as he has so many others, and Jack will have to work hard to earn Peter’s trust.
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Excerpt
JACK TRENCO walked along the street, people watching. Trying to distract himself would be more accurate. He hadn’t been on a date in years, let alone a blind date. He still wasn’t sure how he’d been bamboozled into this one, except that Tide was damn convincing. And somehow Tide had known his storefront was closed on Mondays so he could have dinner at a normal hour on Sunday night.
So here he was, on his way to Regulation, Toronto’s newest trendy restaurant, to meet this Peter, who was apparently a friend of Tide’s partner Lance. He was still surprised at himself for saying yes. He supposed he was a little lonely, though. Building a business took a lot of work, and it left little time for socializing. And if his being alone also had to do with the fact that maybe he was picky, well, that was all right by him. There was nothing wrong with being picky.
Checking his watch, he slowed a little. He would be right on time at this gentler pace, which suited him fine. He didn’t mind being a little early but hated being late. He liked punctuality, in himself and in others. Whether or not his date was on time would form his first impression of the guy.
A blind date. He hadn’t realized people even did that anymore. He thought it was all swipe left this and meet at a club that. Apparently not. He was wearing a white rose in one of his buttonholes, for Christ’s sake, and he’d know his date the same way. That was pretty cheesy, right? Or possibly a little old-fashioned and a bit romantic. Okay, he could live with those.
Arriving at the restaurant at precisely 8:00 p.m., he went in, scanning the crowd for a man with a white rose. It was very modern inside, all sleek lines and dark tables with red, blue, and yellow chairs he hoped were more comfortable than they looked. If he was going to give this blind date a chance, it would be helpful if the seating was inviting, or at least didn’t make him uncomfortable from the get-go. He turned his focus back to looking for his white-flowered date.
He saw the rose before the man. It stood out on a dapper tweed jacket worn over a burnt orange shirt. He looked down first, admiring the lean lines, the tiny waist. Nice. Very nice. He puffed up a little, hoping he was making a good first impression as well. He worked out on a regular basis, but more than that, his job kept his arms and torso in fighting form, and he knew he had a good body.
He looked up to see his date’s face.
He blinked, and suddenly he was sixteen again, gazing at Peter Jameson across his bedroom after they’d shared their first kiss. The coppery beard and mustache were new, but the blue eyes and the heavy shock of hair were just the same. Peter had been his first love, back when life was so much simpler. That kiss had rocked his world at the time.
He stared for far longer than was polite, lost in the sweet memories. Then he shook himself and held out his hand. “Peter? Peter Jameson, I can hardly believe that’s you.”
“Jacky. Oh my God!” Peter’s eyes lit up, and instead of the polite greeting of a blind date, Jack got a huge hug. “It’s really you? You’re my blind date?”
He held on and squeezed Peter for a moment before stepping back. He couldn’t contain his grin, pleased that Peter seemed as happy as he was at this turn of events. “Looks like I am. What an amazing coincidence. God, it’s been forever.” Not since the week after graduation, when life had taken them in different directions. It hadn’t been a breakup either of them had really wanted, but it had been the right thing to do.
“Ten years? At least. I…. God, I can’t believe this.” Peter looked as surprised as Jack felt.
Laughing, Jack gave Peter another hug.
Sean
smut fixes everything
