Friday Free For All: Pride and Politics!
Hi there, readers! I’m back with an extended excerpt of Men of Holsum College 6: Pride and Politics!
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On with the excerpt…
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One gay bar. That was all there was close to the hotel. But Hunter figured it was enough to find some guy to scratch his itch.
Fucking Steve. Taking a fucking text message when Hunter fucking needed him…
Hunter never should have expected him to be there.
He kept his sunglasses on as he stared across to the meager dance floor. It was tiny, with a few colored lights flickering dimly over the faces of the guys brave, or desperate, enough to dance.
Well, that was okay. Desperate was exactly what Hunter was looking for.
“Hey.” A guy who looked around Hunter’s age sidled up next to him at the bar. He had problem skin and a tongue piercing. But on the upside he was skinny and hairless and in no way reminded Hunter of Steve.
“Hey.” Hunter finished his drink in one shot and knocked on the bar for a second. He didn’t bother looking the kid’s way. For one thing, it didn’t matter who the guy was. For a second, a lot of guys loved being ignored. Hunter was only looking for that kind of man tonight.
“You’re not from around here, huh?” The guy bounced a little in time with the music. It was a techno mix from about ten years earlier.
“How’d you guess?” Hunter asked sarcastically.
“Dick.” The guy laughed, obviously more impressed by Hunter acting like an asshole than he was put off.
Yeah, this one’ll do.
“If you ask real nice.” Hunter lifted his fresh drink to his lips, took a suggestive sip.
“Ooh.” The guy swerved around to partway in front of him. He got close enough that Hunter could smell the sweat and Axe body spray on his skin and feel the guy’s erection poking his thigh. He leaned into Hunter’s ear. “Yes, Master.”
Hunter rolled his eyes behind his sunglasses. God, save him from overeager subs. “None of that, okay.” Hunter had never been into that scene. It was too obvious and straightforward for his taste. Not to mention it pushed some of his buttons about what had happened with Jed.
But no matter what Hunter did, he always seemed to attract the type of guy who wanted to be pushed around. Needy types who pulled out the worst in him. So much that on occasion he’d wondered whether he was acting like Jed had—taking advantage of guys weaker than him.
Except Steve wasn’t weaker. Steve was tough enough that Hunter might be able to give up control a little, let someone else be in charge for once. And if Steve ever wanted the kind of bossy treatment Hunter had dished out in the past, it would be completely different than it have been with other guys. Hunter could be a man with him instead of a bully.
He was not thinking of Steve. Was. Not.
“Um…okay.” The guy backed off a little, but still clung to his side.
Shit, thinking of Steve, even without meaning to, was really getting in the way of Hunter’s game. He couldn’t think of what to say next. Hunter wished he could just tell the kid to get down on his knees and suck him off. Make him forget men with furry chests and deep voices, who stood between him and the things Hunter couldn’t deal with.
“You want to go outside?” the guy asked.
Hunter could tell he was losing interest. Maybe he wanted someone who could give him more attention than Hunter could muster. “Yeah,” he said absentmindedly. “Yeah, let’s go.”
The guy grinned. He held out his hand. “By the way, I’m—”
“I don’t really need to know.” Hunter walked past him, heading to the exit door. He didn’t even care if the other guy followed.
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Aloof and arrogant, Holsum College Junior Hunter Ford has enjoyed all the perks of being from one of America’s most prominent families. Hunter can have anything he wants–except time away from his family’s political spotlight and the image consultant hired to keep him there.
Steve’s job is simple—make Hunter toe the line for the duration of his uncle’s vice-presidential campaign. This is the break Steve’s been waiting for and a chance to provide a better life for his deaf sister. But he didn’t count on an attraction to the broken scion—one that rearranges everything Steve thought he knew about himself.
As Steve melts Hunter’s icy exterior, the heat between them threatens more than just their hearts. Then a ghost from Hunter’s past shows up on the campaign, challenging Hunter’s stability, and straining Steve’s ability to defend and protect the man he’s growing to love.
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Birkenstock-wearing glamour girl and mother of two by immaculate conception, Daisy Harris still isn’t sure if she writes erotica. Her romances start out innocently enough. However, her characters behave like complete sluts. Much to Miss Harris’s dismay the sex tends to get completely out of hand.
She writes about fantastical creatures and about young men getting their freak on, and she’s never missed an episode of The Walking Dead.