Blurb:
After overcoming a potentially career-ending concussion, Tyler Vanek, Dartmouth Cobras first line forward, couldn’t be happier with his life. Until his boyhood hero-worship for Raif Zovko, a newly acquired player, develops into more. His mistress, ‘Chicklet’ encourages him to explore his feelings, and with her enjoyment of toying with the powerful Dom, Tyler figures it might be fun.
Laura Tallent, a dedicated officer with the Halifax PD, and Chicklet’s first sub, is tired of Tyler’s fun disrupting the structure of her world. Devotion to her mistress kept her silent for two years, but a horrible case and more proof that Tyler is the worst sub in existence has her wondering how much better life would be if he was someone else’s problem. Someone like Raif.
Raif won’t deny the lust he feels for Tyler, but he refuses to play games with a young man who’s questioning his sexuality—he won’t be an experimental phase for an unruly submissive. But when Laura draws him into a plan to remove Tyler from her poly relationship with Chicklet, his protective instincts take over. He partners with Chicklet to protect Tyler and dig deeper into the reasons behind Laura’s scheming. Chicklet clearly loves her boy, she won’t let him go. And before long, Raif realizes neither can he.
Blindsided by the discord in her household, Chicklet struggles to fulfill her subs’ needs as their careers throw challenges at them all. Control is slipping from her hands, but with Raif by her side, she prays her relationships can be saved. Salvaging the future means rebuilding with a new foundation. But the only way to make the base solid is for them all to work together. And with all the secrecy and lies, she has no idea where to start.
This is the 6th book in the Dartmouth Cobras Series and they are best read in order.
Warning: This e-book contains material not suitable for readers under 18. Scenes include depictions of auto theft and inappropriate fondling (all participants are of age though you may wonder at times). Beware of m/m relations with unforeseen combinations, m/f relations, m/f/m/f shenanigans, and extremely hot scenes involving tattoos and Legos! Please be forewarned that there will be lots of hockey. And sex. And more hockey. Not all players will have sexual interactions, but you may wish they do.
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Excerpt ~
Tyler inhaled to replace
all the air he’d let out in the rush of words. Then he tugged at his bottom lip
with his teeth. “And Raif… I don’t know how I feel about him. And I blame you
guys.”
“I blame us too,” Scott
held up the bottle in cheers before tipping it to his lips. After he swallowed,
he held the bottle with both hands and grinned at Tyler. “We’ve corrupted you.
You see how good we’ve got it, just loving who we love, not giving a shit what
anyone thinks.”
Luke rolled his eyes and
bumped Tyler’s knee with his fist. “It’s the drunk voice of reason. Listen up.”
Tyler shook his head. “But
that’s it. I’m not like you guys. I’ve never tried anything with a—never wanted
to…” He groaned when Scott and Luke just stared at him, waiting. “He’s a boy!”
“Raif’s a man, Tyler. And
you’re a man. And you don’t think men should do stuff.” Luke sighed. “You don’t
know what you’re missing.”
“And the last person you should be starting with
is Raif.” Scott’s tone grew bitter as he glared at the wall. “I don’t trust him.”
“Me neither.” Luke’s lips
twisted like he was thinking hard. “We started angel boy’s corruption. We
should finish it.”
Ha!
Like I can get any worse. Tyler
hung his head, remembering how mad he’d made Chicklet. Well, maybe not mad.
Disappointed. And not because he’d played after getting hurt, but because he’d
made a decision and then acted like he couldn’t take two steps without her
waving pom-poms at him.
Laura was Chicklet’s slave
and she needed Chicklet taking away all her choices when she wasn’t at work.
From the clothes she wore to what she ate. He and Chicklet had talked once
about whether he needed something like that and the answer had been a great big
“No.”
He didn’t want to be a
slave and he wasn’t a kid. Maybe that’s what he could do to make Chicklet proud
of him.
Prove it.
He looked at Scott, then
shook his head. “Scott’s having enough trouble with Raif and Pearce. He can’t
be finishing anything.”
“I agree.” Luke’s eyes
drifted shut and his lips slanted in a sleepy smile. “Guess I gotta do it.”
Might
as well just go for it. Tyler
wet his lips with his tongue and leaned over Luke. Took a deep breath and tried
to hear Chicklet’s voice. But that was the problem, wasn’t it? He wouldn’t
prove nothin’ by asking her what he should do, even if it was in his own damn
head. She encouraged him to try new things. The way their relationship was set
up, he had a green light for just about anything. So long as it didn’t change
how he served her.
And this wouldn’t. This
would just…just clear things up.
He moved so fast his lips
slammed down on Luke’s. Hurt a bit. Then a lot more when Luke shoved him off
and his back hit the pavement.
“What the fuck, Tyler?”
Luke’s tone was sharp. He slapped his hand on the center of Tyler’s chest
before Tyler could sit up. Cocked his head as Tyler gaped up at him. A devious
smile spread across his lips. “If you’re gonna kiss me, wanna make it less like
a punch in the mouth?”
“Uh…sorry?” Tyler couldn’t
tell whether or not Luke was pissed about the kiss. He didn’t look it. Actually,
he looked a little scary. Tyler swallowed. “But I did it and, umm, didn’t do
anything for me. I don’t like dudes.”
That had both Scott and
Luke laughing like freakin’ morons. He tried to push Luke off him. Dropped his
head back and sighed heavily when Luke wouldn’t budge.
Luke raked his fingers into
Tyler’s curls, bending down, his eyes hooded. “If I didn’t know one kiss would
make you think you were in love with my man, I’d ask Seb to do this. Tomorrow,
we’ll both agree we were drunk and did some stupid shit. We’re just friends,
right?”
“Right.” Tyler shivered,
something about the way Luke held him, the way he spoke—if they were both
wolves in a pack, Luke wouldn’t be the biggest or the strongest, but Tyler
would be beneath him. And he could either bare his throat in submission or have
it ripped out.
“Relax, kid. I ain’t gonna
hurt you.” Luke traced Tyler’s bottom lip with his tongue. The liquor on his
breath made Tyler’s head spin. He opened his mouth to the kiss, shaking hard as
Luke’s tongue touched his, not sure whether he wanted more but pretty damn sure
he didn’t want to stop.
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