Wayback Wednesday

Today on Wayback Wednesday -- my frst book with Amber Allure!



Thad Wells has had enough of lovers. He's focused on his career—hell, that's hard enough, being a young professor fighting for his spot—so when he, literally, runs into Jay Banner on the green, he finds himself saying, "No, no, he's not interested," even as his body's saying, "Yes."

Jay Banner, on the other hand, knows exactly what he wants and knows how to get it. He also knows someone's hurt Thad—and not in the fun, spanky way Jay does when he wears his leathers—and he's determined to get closer to the hot professor.

Things heat up between them, but they both have secrets, and no amount of book-learning can educate two men who might have outsmarted themselves.

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There's an excerpt on the publisher's site as well.




He opened the door, got them both inside, and shut the door.

Grabbing both Thad’s hands in his, he walked backward down the hall. “On the right there, that’s the living room, left is the kitchen and the bathroom. My bedroom is at the end here.”

“Nice place.” Thad didn’t even look away from him.

“Thanks.” He didn’t look away, either; he could make the trip to his bedroom in the dark, walking backward was nothing. He wanted that sweater off, wanted to look, wanted to touch. “This is my bedroom.” There were curtains but they weren’t drawn, the daylight streaming in. He’d made his bed this morning—go him.

Dropping Thad’s hands, he immediately went for the bottom of that sweater.

Thad touched his wrists. “We can leave it on.”

He laughed. “No, I don’t think we can.”

He tugged it up and off, Thad’s body tight and ripped, pale as milk, but so hot.

“Fuck.” His fingers went for the sweet abs, tickling over them before making a beeline for the little pink nipples.

“I…” Thad groaned, body arching as he found them.

“Sweet. I love a man with sensitive titties.” Oh, that little shocked look at his words made his balls throb. “And yours seem very sensitive.” He flicked them.

Thad stepped back away from him, shook his head, so he wrapped a hand around Thad’s hip, tugging him back in. “This is a—”

He stopped the words with a kiss. No, it wasn’t a bad idea. His tongue slid into Thad’s mouth, searching out that coffee-flavored taste again.

His hand slipped around Thad’s waist, thumb on the soft skin, and his other hand slid back up to tickle at Thad’s right nipple. The tiny bit of skin drew up, deliciously tight, and he had to flick his finger back and forth across it.

Thad gasped into his lips, panting for him. Groaning, he repeated the move, his tongue delving in. That tiny nipple was as hard as a rock, pushing into his fingers, so he plucked at it, stroked it.

“I…” Thad groaned, hands wrapping about his waist, the kiss going deeper.

He tugged Thad with him as he backed up toward his bed. It was just a double, but that would mean plenty of reason to snuggle.

Thad’s fingers worked around to his waistband, opening his fly.

“Mmm.” He sucked in, giving Thad room to get in there and work at his jeans, and, like a pro, Thad opened him, pulled out his cock. Groaning, he pushed his hips forward, his cock sliding along Thad’s palm.

“Mmm. Horny.” Thad’s fingers wrapped around him, tugging his prick nice and steady.

He chuckled, or at least tried to—the sound was closer to a moan. “Like you’re not.”

Thad’s murmur was soft, sensual. “I never said a word, one way or the other.”

His own voice was closer to a growl, all needful and throaty. “I think you should, though. I think you should tell me how hot I make you.”

Thad shivered. “Shh.”

“Shh what?”

“Just let me touch you.”

Jay bucked up into Thad’s touch. “I’m not stopping you.”

Thad chuckled, hand moving faster, thumb brushing his slit on each upstroke.

He groaned. “Yeah, you make me hot, too. I’m on fucking fire for you.”

“Good.” Thad’s fingers were going to make him crazy.