I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted on here, but I really didn’t have anything to say. Now I do. I have a new book coming out on Friday, June 15th!
The book is called ‘One Wild Week’ and it’s a story of boy meeting boy and falling in love.
Dominic Trey had one week of leave from the Navy and he was going to take advantage of it. He was going to dance, go hike and not think about the ocean for seven days. He didn’t expect to meet someone who would change his life forever. It was going to be one wild week.
I’ll update this page as I get the links for where you can purchase the book. In the meantime, enjoy the teaser below!
The heavy beat moved through him in a rhythm that reminded him of sex. Hot, driving and relentless in all the best of ways. He moved with the beat, enjoying the grind of the bodies around him as they kicked his libido into overdrive. The ache centered at his dick, and he threw his head back and moaned.
The ache was delicious, but he kept dancing. He was getting rubbed against and was rubbing against others. The hot, tight bodies moving with the beat, pushed the heat in his belly to a lovely burn. It wasn’t enough to push him over into an orgasm, yet, but he was edging closer with every minute he danced.
When large hands cupped his hips and pulled him back against a hard body, he stiffened before he relaxed. His new partner was moving with him and not trying to get handsy with him. Dom added an extra shimmy to his dancing in appreciation for their manners. Whomever it was he was dancing with, they were just about his height, well built, and really interested in sniffing his neck.
Werewolf, he deduced. As he danced, Dom wondered if his partner would be interested in some no-strings fun. He had taken wolves to his bed before, and both of them had gone away satisfied. Sore, in his case, but satisfied.
From the firm grip his partner had on him, Dom was sure he was enjoying his moves. Swinging his hips in a circle, he brushed his ass against the other man’s front. There was a distinct bulge, and Dom licked his lips in anticipation of something spectacular.
Turning around took a bit of doing, but it was well worth the effort. His partner looked like a sun-kissed Viking. He had slightly shaggy blond hair, a bronze complexion, and wolf-blue eyes, all offset by a golden beard that framed an extremely kissable mouth. He was just a hair shorter than Dom and had muscles that looked like they came from use, not a gym.
“Wow,” Dom muttered as his cock jumped in his pants. He had been right; the other man was spectacular. And he had offset his glory with leather pants, combat boots, and a tank top in the same color as his eyes.
“Wow back,” his partner called over the music. He ran an admiring eye over Dom and licked his lips.
Dom preened slightly. He had taken special care while getting dressed. Tight jeans, an even tighter T-shirt, and hiking boots completed his outfit. His phone was tucked into one of the front pockets of his jeans, and in the other pocket was a single credit card, his room key, and ID. The rest of what he wanted he could pick up on the way to his hotel.
“I’m Dom,” he said as he looped arms around the other man’s neck.
The position pulled him closer to his dance partner, and he grinned at the low growl that he felt more than heard as his partner held him close.
“Matteus,” the were said before changing his grip on Dom’s hips to pull him closer. “Are you looking for anything? Or just dancing?”
“Well, when I got here, I thought I was just going to be dancing,” Dom called as he relaxed into the were’s hold.
He smiled, warm and lusty, at the man holding him. “Now, I’m considering something else entirely.”
The grin that crossed the Matteus’ face was blinding. “Can I talk you into a bit of one-on-one dancing?”
Dom’s hips jerked at the thought of one-on-one time with the man before him. “Gonna eat me up, Mister Big, Bad Wolf?”
Matteus’ grin got a bit sharper before he leaned forward. “I sure will.”