Which is why I’m giving you a snippet from 959 Brenton Street which will be out on Friday! Woo hoo! You can pre-order it from most major eRetailers now.
Just in time for the freezing cold weather, this snippet seems quite apropos. And what an end to an already perfect date. His favorite man, a hot tub, and snow.
“You look gorgeous tonight, Trent,” Cory said as he pulled him close. For a moment, Trent wasn’t sure how to dance with him. The whole “who leads” scenario went through his head. But when Cory wrapped his arms around him, Trent sighed, leaned against the man he loved, and just drifted. It would have to go down as the king of best dates.
They danced for some time before Cory paused. “Now that the waiting staff is gone, how do you feel about some time in the hot tub?”
He glanced around and realized the lights were out at the grotto and there was nobody else about. Trent nodded. “Yeah. That sounds fantastic.”
Stripping down in front of Cory was easy, and he didn’t even think about it until he pushed his jeans down and his satin boxers resettled against his thighs.
“Whoa,” Cory murmured, walking around him. “When did you get those?” He sounded like he was practically purring.
“I had to order them. They just got in today. Like them?” Trent asked hesitantly.
“Baby,” Cory said, pausing in front of him and placing his hands at Trent’s hips. “Next to you naked, they’re the sexiest things you’ve ever worn.” He dipped his fingers under the waistband, slid them over Trent’s hips, and let the boxers drop to the ground. “Maybe you can wear them, and only them, after we’re done.”
Trembling at the thought, Trent nodded eagerly. If Cory was this turned on by them, Trent would wear them as often as he could. He removed his sweater and shirt, stepped into the hot tub, and slid into the warmth. “I even have a pair that match your eyes,” he murmured, already sinking into the blissful water.
“Mmm. Maybe you can give me a show of all your new clothes. Don’t think I haven’t noticed all the new underwear lately, because I have. So much nicer than what you used to wear.” Trent smiled as Cory slid easily into the tub, moved over to him, and wrapped his arms around him. “You look relaxed.”
Trent was so comfortable he zoned out for a while until Cory spoke again. “And here comes the snow.”
*Sigh* Sounds wonderfully romantic to me.
Trent Farnsworth moves to Falcon Pointe to get as far away from his controlling family and religion as he can. While his conservative upbringing makes it hard for Trent to admit he’s gay, he accidentally outs himself in front of his four new roommates. None of the men living at 959 Brenton Street are what the world would consider normal, but all four accept him for who he is. He never expects to feel right at home in a loving discipline household. And when Trent falls for his much older landlord, Dr. Cory Venerin, he’s as surprised as anyone, but discovering Cory feels the same makes Trent realize he’s truly in the right place at the right time.
Until he tells his family he’s gay. His father uses any resource at his disposal to destroy him, including Trent’s love for Cory. As his father schemes to send Trent to a hospital whose sole purpose is to rip the gay out of him, Cory battles to save not only Trent—but also the possibility of a future together.
Now on with some more amazing wips.