For today’s Backlist post, I chose Finding His Home, the 2nd book in my Men of Falcon Pointe DD series. I love this series. It focuses on the emotional release DD can give. Yes, there are sexy scenes, but they don’t necessarily have to do with spanking. And in Finding His Home, the spankings are never erotic and only to help.
Bastien always meant to contact Trent and see if he had a room available, but he kept putting it off. Now he’s out of time.
Since he got off the plane that morning, Bastien had tried to figure out what to say. Nothing sounded right. When he held the conversations in his head, the words always came out sounding cheesy. Plus he always figured Farnsworth thought he was odd. Well, every companion he’d had thought he was odd. “No talking yourself out of this,” he hissed to himself, pulling out his phone and doing a quick map check to find his route to 959 Brenton Street.
The house was about three miles from campus, which would take him an hour to walk, but that was fine. While he would have preferred to take his suitcases with him so he wouldn’t have to come back for them, he couldn’t imagine the expression on Trent’s face if he showed up with bags in tow.
The buildings around campus were mostly student related—meaning fast food—but the farther he walked, the more businesses turned into houses on tree-lined streets. The air felt cold to him, as it had been one hundred twenty degrees in Phoenix the day before, but he also enjoyed the walk. As much as he loved the vistas of Arizona, Finland taught him to love trees. And Washington State definitely had an abundance of those.
Trent’s house was large, set back from the street, and two stories. The street was quiet except for a few kids who laughed and giggled as they played on their lawn. Bastien glanced around and didn’t see any cars. He felt a pang of unease. Why hadn’t he thought about the fact it was a Monday? Trent was probably working. Dang it. Hoping he wouldn’t have to get a hotel for the night—an expense he had hoped not to have—he walked up the flower-lined walkway and a few steps to a covered front porch. There were a couple of benches and it looked newly painted.
He took a deep breath and knocked. There was no answer, and he couldn’t hear anything, so he pushed the doorbell. When he didn’t hear anyone walking to the door, he groaned and turned toward the street. It would be another hour back to campus and then to find a hotel. Idiot. You should have contacted him. Wouldn’t it have been easier to do it via mail? Rejection was so much easier that way.
The door opened behind him, and he swung around and spotted a man with shaggy brown hair, brown eyes, and a few days’ growth of stubble on his chin. He also looked as though he had just woken up. “Hello?” he yawned with a lazy smile.
“Uh, hi. Is Trent home?”
The man at the door yawned again. “He should be home soon. Come in.” He stood back and Bastien stepped into the house. The foyer was wide open, painted in a soft taupe over some sort of wall treatment. To their left was an open living room with large leather furniture. “Have a seat,” he said, waving toward one of the chairs. “My name’s Alan. I’m one of his roommates.”
“Hi. I’m Sebastien.”
“Know Trent from school?” Alan sat down on one of the sofas and leaned back languidly. His short shorts rode up a little bit, exposing a tiny bit of his pubic hair.
Sitting down quickly to hide his groin’s reaction to it, Bastien shook his head. “Nah. Knew him in Finland.” And not all that well, actually. Bastien and his first mission companion lived in the same apartment as Trent and his final mission companion. Except for morning and evening prayer, they saw one another only about once a week. Looking him up appeared stupider and stupider the more he thought about it.
Sebastien Cather moves to Falcon Pointe with a dream to live life his way. Offered a room at 959 Brenton Street, he discovers how liberating it can feel to live among accepting people, especially in a household where they practice loving physical discipline. And he quickly gains a boyfriend in Avery, a fellow student. Unfortunately Avery isn’t his first choice. His roommate David is fascinating and good-looking, and Bastien would do anything to have him—but he doesn’t think the attraction is returned.
Tensions rise as his roommates’ wedding is threatened and his present and past lives clash. Outed by the national media, Bastien knows he will never be able to return home again. Just as he’s sure he can’t handle any more stress, David shows his interest. Bastien slowly makes his way forward, trying to find firm footing in the minefield that is his life. But when his landlord makes an announcement about the future of the house, it may change all of his dreams.