Don’t judge a book by its cover….
At over six feet, with a body honed in the gym, auto worker Donavan Gregory is used to people assuming he’s a dominant top. Unfortunately, they’re wrong, and Donavan’s desire to explore his submissive side goes unfulfilled.
Smaller and older than Donavan, Dr. Seth Manning might not look like a typical Dominant, but when the two men meet at Pride, Donavan realizes Seth might be his perfect counterpart. The trouble is, Donavan doesn’t have as much experience with the BDSM world as he’d like. What could an educated, handsome, and confident man like Seth possibly see in someone like him? Seth must convince him that despite the differences on the surface, when it comes to kinky fun and discovery, they’ll fit together just fine.
Seth slid gracefully out of his seat and stood when Donavan approached. “It’s great to see you. Please, join me,” he said and waved his arm toward the booth.
“Thank you for inviting me.”
The hostess pulled the table to one side to allow for Donavan’s large frame. Seth slid in close beside him before the hostess pushed the table back into place. “I’ll send the waiter right over.”
“Thank you, Michelle. Could you give us a few minutes before sending Jonathan over?”
Seth watched her move away from the table, not turning to Donavan until she was gone. “It really is good seeing you. You look great.”
“Thanks,” Donavan replied, feeling uncomfortable with the compliment. His cheeks heated, and he looked away. “So do you.”
“Would you like some wine?”
“I’m not much of a wine drinker. I’m more of the craft beer kind of guy, but I’ll give it a try.”
Seth poured a small amount of red wine into the empty glass in front of Donavan, then picked up his glass, which was half full, and held it aloft. “Here’s to a night of new things.”
The seductive tone of Seth’s voice hit Donavan hard, and he had to clamp down on the shudder that threatened. He raised his glass and clinked it gently against Seth’s. “To new things.” He took a sip, the flavors of licorice, berry, and spice exploding on his tongue. It was delicious and warmed his throat and belly. He took another sip.
“I want to apologize for my friend Cain calling you.”
“Why is that?” Seth asked, setting his wine down and leaning back in his seat.
“I just meant—well, I have wanted to call you, I just….” Donavan huffed out a frustrated breath. He sounded like a babbling idiot. “This is very good wine.” He took a big gulp.
“I’m glad you like it,” Seth responded with a knowing smile. “You seem a little nervous. Why is that?”
“Honestly? I don’t know. I’m not normally one to—in Cain’s words—act like a teenage bitch.”
“I like this Cain.” Seth chuckled. “Then it must be me you’re afraid of.”
Donavan shifted in his seat. Seth’s nearness, his scent filling Donavan’s nostrils, his heat warming him, ratcheted the nerves up even greater, or perhaps it was anticipation. Either way, his body was thrumming.
“Perhaps a little,” Donavan admitted, seeing no sense in lying to Seth.
“Then I have a new challenge tonight, don’t I?”
“Which is?” Donavan asked curiously.
“To set your mind at ease, all the while enticing your body.” Seth laid his hand on Donavan’s thigh and squeezed it. “I do like a challenge.”
Coming to Dreamspinner Press
August 31, 2016
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