Won’t have a new book until December, so I’m going to give little bits and pieces of my backlist for the next few weeks. How about a little 959 Brenton Street?
Trent has moved into a discipline household. He knows that means he could be spanked at some point but he’s got a grace period before that happens. The day the owner of the house catches him and another roommate gossiping, his grace period is up.
“All right,” Cory said, once the dishes were done and everything was spotless again. “Greg, you have some writing to do. Trent, come with me.”
Greg grimaced and mouthed the words “I’m sorry” as Trent followed Cory to a room he hadn’t been inside of yet.
In his head, he had imagined a torture chamber with chains and medieval torment devices. The actual room was so simple as to be nondescript. A simple leather and wood bench sat in the middle of the room, and two high-backed chairs and a small desk sat off to the side. Cory closed the door behind him.
“If you want to know anything about me, please ask me,” Cory said quietly. “Hearing anything third person, you never get the full story.”
“Did your boyfriend actually steal from you?” The horror in his tone had to be clear to Cory. He turned and nodded. “That’s not on, Cory. Nobody should have that done to them, let alone by someone they trust.”
“I agree. But do you think it’s much better talking about someone behind their back?” The question was quiet, with no derision, but Trent’s heart crashed. Cory was right. What he’d done was bad as well.
“No. It’s not.”
“Okay, my original plan was to get through the two-month grace period before holding you firmly to the house rules, but twice this weekend you have either listened in on a conversation that was not your own, or gossiped. Both were about me. I think I know you enough to say you didn’t do either on purpose, but that doesn’t excuse the actual acts. As such I will discipline you today.”
“Okay,” Trent croaked, looking around for the horrible implement Cory would use on him.
“Since it’s your first time, I’m using my hand. It’s not nearly as hard as the paddle.” His hand? Oh. Well, surely that couldn’t be so bad.
“Umm, okay. So what do I do?”
“Remove your pants and underwear and bend over the bench.”
959 Brenton Street
Men of Falcon Pointe
About This Book
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.
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