Hi everyone —
I wrote a novella for the Love Has No Boundaries event at the MM Group at Goodreads and it’s now available to you for FREE! You can read it HERE and soon you’ll be able to download it.
LOVE YOU SO HARD was written to the picture you see here and a prompt that said this:
Dear Author,
I saw him at my local corner store when I stopped in for some soda after work. He was wearing that damn T-shirt and now I can’t get it out of my head. I’m thirty-two years old and have never topped in my life. Guys seem to think I have a sign on my forehead that says “bottom only”. The one time I asked, it didn’t go well. But now it seems I see this kid, he’s twenty if he’s a day, everywhere, and that T-shirt text is burned in my brain. I wonder…
Can be any genre you like, and as explicit as you like. I’m not too fussy, but a first time top should be fun.
Yours truly,
Tam
And here’s a nibble for you:
“Hi.”
He froze. He’d know that voice anywhere. Craig opened his eyes and looked straight at a black T-shirt and the message that haunted him. I Would Bottom You So Hard. The words stretched across that lean, beautifully-muscled chest under a wide set of shoulders. The sexy, wild blond hair almost touched them. “Hi.”
The kid crossed his arms. Oh don’t cover it up. “I’ve never seen you in here in the middle of the day.”
Dear God, he’d noticed too. “Uh, vacation.”
“What happened to your eye?”
“A silly accident.”
“Can I sit down?”
Hell yeah. “Sure.”
The kid dragged another armchair over across from Craig, then plopped that cute butt in the tight black jeans into it.“So I see you in here in the mornings a lot.”
“Uh, you do?”
“Yeah.” He flipped his hair. “I’m Jessie Randall by the way.”
“Craig. Craig Elson.”
Jessie pulled a leg up onto the chair. “So how come you take your vacation in a coffee shop?” He grinned.
Craig cocked his head.
“Why aren’t you off surfing in Costa Rica or something?”
He sipped his coffee. “I have to be close by for my mom. She’s in a nursing home.”
Jessie nodded. “Oh sorry. You’re gay, right?”
Craig sucked his breath. “Uh, yeah. That obvious?”
The guy tapped his nose.“Gaydar.”
Might as well ask. “Is your shirt true?”
The kid laughed. “Oh, hell yeah!”
Craig swallowed hard and clasped his hands to keep them from shaking.
The kid pulled his other leg up on the chair. “So what do you do, Craig?”
Craig tried not to frown. “I’m, uh, the director of strategic planning for a technology company. You’re a teacher, right? I mean, I heard you say something yesterday morning.”
“Not a teacher yet, just a tutor.”
“What do you tutor?”
“Mostly English and literature. But some other stuff too.”
Craig looked at the guy. So easy and self-assured. So much the kind of person he wanted to be. No, it’s a crazy idea. “So you mostly tutor young kids?”
“No, college and graduate students. I’m working on my PhD in English and American literature.”
“Aren’t you kind of young?”
He laughed that easy chuckle. “I’m twenty-one, but yeah, I finished college early and went straight on to the doctorate. With the stuff I’m interested in, you teach or you die.” He laughed again.
Craig couldn’t get the idea out of his head. Damn, he needed to think. “Excuse me. I have to go to the men’s room.”
“Sure.”
Craig got up and hurried to the unisex single-holer on the opposite side of the lounge area. He was certifiable for walking away from Jessie. The guy probably wouldn’t be there when he came back. But maybe that was a test of his insane idea.
Inside the restroom, he peed, washed his hands and stared at himself in the mirror. Think, dammit. His mind jumbled back at him in flashes of chaotic thoughts. Jessie noticed him. Knew he was gay. Craig had to change. But how? How? Tutor. Top. Bottom You So Hard.
He opened the door and peeked out. Still there. Across the room, Jessie sat with his feet up on the table looking completely at home. That was his secret. The guy appeared at home in the world. Craig? Not so much.
He walked back to his comfy seat and perched on the edge. “I’m glad you stayed.”
Jessie grinned. “Me too. I don’t have another class today, and my first student doesn’t come until four thirty.”
“Oh good.” Craig stared at the words on the guy’s chest. I Would Bottom You So Hard. He took a deep breath. “Would you tutor me?”
One thousand points. Jessie didn’t laugh. “What kind of tutoring do you need?”
He swallowed and stared at his hands. “I want to learn how to top.”
One million points. He still didn’t laugh.
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If it sounds good, you can go get it — NOW. Enjoy. : )
