🐰Monday Mpreg Mania🐰: Bunny Hop Beau by Lacey Daize

Summary:

Holiday Surprise #5

Saint Patrick's Day was the best day of Avery's life, the day after was the worst.

Avery left home for Valle Granja at the insistence of his instincts, and the urging of his mama, who'd always supported him. When he meets his fated mate, Cam, at the Saint Patrick's Day Dance he understands why. But joy is soon replaced with grief when only hours later he learns that his parents were killed in a car accident—having never heard that he met his mate and leaving Avery's five-year-old brother behind.

Finding his fated mate was like a dream come true for Cam, but their bond is immediately put to the test.

Cam knew that Avery was his fated mate as soon as he saw him, and he was excited to begin their lives together. However an early-morning phone call shatters the peace of their new bond. Suddenly he finds himself as the surrport for his grieving mate and orphaned brother, a position which brings up memories of his own.

Can new love survive grief and loss, and can they come together as a family?

Bunny Hop Beau is a 23K word , non-shifter, M/M, mpreg, omegaverse romance

Content note: Loss and grief play prominent roles in this book.

Original Review March 2024:

First off I'm going to say I found Bunny Hop to be a companion piece to Lucky Dance Date(Holiday Surprise #3) as the first chapters are a recap of Lucky but from Cam and Avery's POV.  If you haven't read Lucky, I highly recommend doing so, not because you'll be lost in regards to what is going on but to some degree I would say it has spoilers for Lucky, not word-for-word but enough that I would not enjoy Lucky as much knowing what we see here first. For those who think the first chapters are wasted as "rehashing" they aren't, I was excited to see those events from Cam and Avery's POV as the friends of the MCs, not something you often get to see.

As for Bunny Hop, it goes from unbelievably happy happy to devastatingly saddy saddy in a heartbeat, which life tends to do once in a while.  As heartbreaking as the death of Avery's parents is, the flip of a coin change in emotional fortune for the pair was in a way refreshing because of the reality of it.  Hard to think in terms of reality when dealing with mpreg and omegaverse genres & tropes but the heartache leaves you even more emotionally attached to the characters than one often finds themselves.  Let's face it, Cam has been handed the perfect get-out-of-jail-free card(for lack of better phrasing) but he doesn't bite and he shows Avery just how all in he truly is, yet another reason Bunny Hop is a heart grabber.

Once again Lacey Daize has once again proven mpreg can be both realistic and fantasy all at the same time.  Can't wait to read more of her awesome stories.

RATING:

Chapter 1 - Avery 

 ~January~ 

I side-eyed the fax machine as it picked up a piece of paper and started printing. The thing was a constant thorn in my side, but no matter how often I tried to convince my bosses that it was obsolete, they insisted that we keep it. 

Apparently some people still preferred to fax documents, no matter how secure and convenient the web portals we offered. 

I blinked as it picked up a second sheet. The spam adverts that it usually printed always fit on a single page, which meant that it was one of the rare real faxes. I snagged the cover sheet and noted the number of expected pages, and whom in the office I needed to hand it over to. 

I smiled when I saw that José—a handsome alpha mortgage broker—was the intended recipient. It gave me an excuse to talk to him.  

I’d met José six months earlier, when I first arrived in Valle Granja, and my instincts had immediately insisted that I get close to him. The urge was almost as strong as the one that had made me move there. 

I didn’t question it at first. My mama had always stressed that the universe knew what it was doing, and that it guided us through our instincts. But after months of flirting, and him seemingly oblivious, I was starting to wonder if that inner voice had been wrong. 

Once the fax finished printing I checked to make sure that it had all arrived properly, then took it to José’s office. 

Unfortunately, several minutes—and even an invitation to lunch—later, he still seemed as immune to my flirting as ever. 

I forced a smile as one of the other mortgage brokers, Morgan, headed towards me, and passed him as I walked to the break room.

I was almost there when I realized that I’d left my cell phone at the front desk. I turned around to grab it, but stopped when I heard something that stopped me in my tracks. 

“...I ran into my old highschool boyfriend, and… I’ve still got it bad for him,” Jose said 

“From high school?” Morgan asked. “Man, you’ve gotta move on. It’s been more than a decade, right? Why not give Avery a chance? He’s obviously interested.” 

I plastered myself against the wall. Listening was wrong, but I needed to know. 

“No omega should ever be an alpha’s second choice,” José replied. “They deserve a mate who looks at them, and knows that there could never be another. We owe them that much since all the consequences of a failed mating falls on them.” 

“I didn’t say mate him, just date him.” 

“That would be leading him on, and I’m not down for that.” 

“Whatever man. Your loss, but maybe you should let him know so he can move on too.”

Jose sighed. “You’re probably right.” There was a pause, then he continued. “So what did you need?” 

I stepped away and decided to return to the break room without my cell phone rather than walk past the open office door and give away that I might have heard the conversation. 

I needed to think. How had my instincts been so wrong to lead me to a man who was in love with somebody else?

 ∞∞∞ 

I flopped on the couch and removed my glasses. I rubbed at a spot with the hem of my shirt until I was satisfied that whatever it was was gone, then I started to put them back on. It was then that a lock of blond hair decided to fall in front of my eyes. I huffed and smoothed it back into place, making a mental note to get a haircut, then put my glasses back on. Finally I picked up my phone. It was time for my weekly call with my parents, and I really wanted to talk to my mama. 

José’s words had echoed in my head for days. “No omega should ever be an alpha’s second choice…”

There was a finality in the statement. He would always love his high-school boyfriend, and it would never change. Anybody else would be the backup option. 

I knew in my core that the universe wouldn’t pair me with an alpha who would forever carry a torch for somebody else. But I still had a strong urge to be near him. 

I blew out a breath and tapped my parents’ number from my contact list. 

“Avery! Sweetheart!” my mama said as she answered. “How are you doing?” 

I smiled. Somehow just hearing Mama’s voice always lifted my spirits. “I’m good, Mama. How about you?” 

She laughed. “Busy as always. You know how it is.” 

“I know. But you’ll have to slow down at some point.” 

“Ridiculous!” she replied. “Only death itself can slow down your dad and I.” “Somehow I’m not surprised,” I laughed. “How’s Eric?” 

Mama sighed happily. “He’s good. He’s at a birthday party for one of his classmates right now.” 

I chuckled. “And you were worried that he wouldn’t make friends.” 

“All the other parents are your age or younger!” Mama protested. “Your dad and I are in our fifties.”

“I don’t think anybody cares about that,” I argued. “What they care about is Eric, and what they see is a happy and healthy five-year-old.” 

Mama sighed happily. “He reminds me so much of you at that age. Full of energy, and so kind to everybody. I bet he’ll even look like you when you grow up. He’s got the same blond hair and slight frame. Just missing the glasses, though the pediatrician’s keeping an eye on his vision.  I just wish you’d have been born closer together.” 

“Life does funny things. It just decided that I needed a baby brother to keep you busy until I have kids of my own.” 

“That it does, and we’re happy to have him around.” Mama paused. “Did you want me to call in your dad?” 

I licked my lips, trying to decide. 

“Ave? Honey?” 

“Mama?” 

“Yes dear? 

“Do you remember when I moved out here, that I felt that my instincts were pulling me?” 

“Of course.”

“Did I tell you about the alpha at my work?” 

Mama hummed as she thought about the question. “You mentioned that there was a handsome alpha there, but that was all. Are things going ok?” 

I sighed. “I don’t know. My gut says to stay close to him, and I thought that meant that I was going to end up with him at some point. But I don’t know what to think anymore.” 

“Oh honey, what happened?” 

I took a deep breath. “I overheard him talking to another mortgage broker at the firm. Apparently he’s still in love with an omega he dated in high school.” 

Mama hummed. “Ok…” 

I paused. “Mama… he said something that I can’t get out of my head.” 

“What was it?” 

“He said that no omega should ever be an alpha’s second choice.” 

Mama sighed softly. “He’s right.” 

I blinked. “Mama?” 

“He’s right. But it goes both ways. Nobody should ever be the second choice, alphas or omegas. You want a partner who looks at you and can’t imagine anybody better.”

“What’s it mean though? Why are my instincts insisting that I get close to him if I would only be second best?” 

“Just because the universe says to get close, doesn’t mean they’re supposed to be your mate. I don’t think it’s ever really discussed, but if we can have fated mates, then surely we can have fated friends.” 

“Fated friends?” 

Mama laughed. “Why not? If the universe wants people to be close, it doesn’t have to limit it to romantic partners.” 

I was silent as I thought about it. Was I meant to have José as a friend, not as a mate? Somehow it felt right. 

“Did that answer your question honey?” 

I smiled. “It did. I feel better now. Thanks Mama.” 

“I think you already knew the answer, but sometimes it helps to talk things out.” 

“You’re probably right.” 

Mama laughed. “Only on good days. Let me call in your dad so he can talk too.” 

“Ok.”

She set down the phone and I closed my eyes, running over our conversation while I waited for my dad to join her. 

Mama always knew just what to say to make me feel better about myself, and I couldn’t imagine life without her.

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Xmas in July

Cutie  /  Cupid

Date  /  Beau  /  Crush

Lacey Daize

Lacey lives in New Mexico with her four critters. She’s a Jill-of-all-trades by day, but loves writing in her spare time. She dabbles in a variety of pairings, but jumped feet-first into the deep end of omegaverse the first time she read it. She loves the play on social expectations and the different ways to express romance.

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🏀🎭Week at a Glance🎭🏀: 3/23/26 - 3/29/26

🏀Monday's Musical Melody🏀: Breaking Strings by Becca Seymour

⏳Throwback Thursday's Time Machine⏳: Raven's Hart by Davidson King

🏀📘🎥Friday's Film Adaptation🎥📘🏀: Glory Road by Dan Haskins

🏀Saturday's Series Spotlight🏀: The Courtside King Duology by Kora Knight

🏀Sunday's Short Stack🏀: Winning Bracket by Annabeth Albert

🏀Sunday's Short Stack🏀: Winning Bracket by Annabeth Albert

Summary:

Can a sexy bet on a basketball tournament change their relationship status from frenemies to something more?

Bubbly Oliver Marshall has long been a pain in Edwin Schultz’s side. Now seniors and competing dorm resident advisors, the two are in constant conflict. However, Edwin’s been nursing a secret crush on Ollie for years. When Ollie proposes a bet on a basketball tournament, Edwin seizes the chance to get over his inconvenient feelings for Ollie.

One kiss. That will get Ollie out of his system. But Edwin’s not the only one suffering a case of unwanted attraction. Ollie doesn't understand why Edwin makes his pulse pound even as he drives Ollie up a wall with his strict adherence to rules. And now Ollie’s never been so eager to lose a bet in his life.

One kiss. Then another. Before they know it, they’re burning up the sheets. When their real challenge becomes avoiding their emotions, the two frenemies must risk their hearts to win a shot at lasting love.

Winning Bracket is a standalone, steamy, low-angst, opposites attract novella between a nerd and party boy. Originally published as part of the Campus Cravings bundle, Winning Bracket is now available on its own with a bonus epilogue/short story! The Winning Wedding bonus features a lost receipt which threatens their special day. Brand new cover, but same great story!

Chapter One 

TO: Residents of Gilmore Hall 

FROM: Oliver Marshall ohmarshall@cathia.edu 

SUBJECT: Watch Party!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

Greetings my pretties! 

Can you believe it? Cathia is in the NCAA March Madness for the first time in twenty-three years! And the second floor lounge in Gilmore Hall is your place for all your tournament watching. We’ll have the TVs tuned to the tournament starting with the first game Thursday all the way through the weekend. And don’t forget to get your brackets registered for the Cougar Bracket Challenge! Wouldn’t it be awesome if someone from our hall wins? I’ll have prizes for the best brackets from Gilmore as well. 

For Friday’s BIG game, we’ve got pizza sponsored by the LGBT Alliance. Studying can wait! This is a once-in-a-lifetime chance to cheer our guys on national TV! So bring your munchies and bring yourself and come make some noise for our boys! Go Cougars!

~Your faithful 2nd Floor RA, Ollie 

TO: Residents of Gilmore Hall 

FROM: Edwin Schultz ezschultz@cathia.edu 

SUBJECT: Rules Reminders 

As I’m sure you are all aware, Cathia is a fifteenth seed in that national basketball tournament. I am told this means we will most likely have to deal with only one weekend of the “madness.” However, I wanted to remind ALL Gilmore Hall residents that all the usual rules will apply this weekend—including noise restrictions for quiet hours, visiting-hours, alcohol prohibitions and respect for fellow residents and property. MANY of your fellow residents will have no interest in these games, and their need to study MUST be respected above all else. Win or lose, let’s not be like those low-class schools and have a riot over a GAME. It’s just a game, people. One we are very likely to lose. Did you know that the graduation rate for Division One basketball players is under fifteen percent? How about we respect the students who are committed to their studies and graduation by not going too crazy this weekend? I WILL be enforcing the rules to ensure that we ALL have a safe and productive weekend. 

Respectfully,

Your First Floor RA, Edwin 

Rat-tat-tat. Edwin’s door rattled with building-on-fire forceful knocking. Before he could get the door halfway open, Ollie was waving his phone in Edwin’s face. 

“Dude! I hope you’re happy.” Ollie barged into the room, door slamming shut behind him. Even the door knew to be wary of amped-up Ollie. This was exactly what Edwin’s Sunday night did not need. 

“Can I help you with something?” 

“Did it occur to you that you might want to talk to me before you went all Emperor Palpatine on our residents? Aren’t we supposed to be a team?” 

“What? I merely reminded people that there are rules—” 

“Dude. You’re trending as hashtag ‘buzzkill RA.’ People are sharing your email.” The fake crystal “O” on Ollie’s purple phone case caught the florescent light in Edwin’s room. Ollie shoved the phone in Edwin’s face. Scowling, Edwin snatched the phone from Ollie’s hand and looked at the screen. It showed some social media app, where indeed #buzzkillRA was appended to several posts. 

“People put my email on Twitter? Campus emails are not supposed to be shared off-campus.” 

“Oh yeah. Like that’s going to stop people from talking about your crazy-pants rant.” Ollie strode over to Edwin’s bed, not waiting for an invitation before he plopped down, rumpling Edwin’s blue comforter. He had a perfectly serviceable desk chair, but Ollie always ignored it in favor of occupying as much of Edwin’s personal space as possible.

Kicking off his sandals, Ollie tucked his feet—which were clad, of course, in rainbow argyle socks—underneath him, getting all cozy like he planned to stay for a nice long chat. As usual, he was dressed like a thrift store exploded. Wrinkled blue striped oxford shirt, colorful socks, plaid shorts—never mind that it had snowed last week—and hair sticking every which way. The hair was intentional. Edwin had watched his complicated blow-dry and product routine a time or twenty back when they had been freshmen in this dorm. 

Edwin tossed Ollie’s phone on the bed. “The hashtag simply proves people are way too obsessed with a game.” 

“Oh yeah. ‘Game.’” Ollie paused to make air quotes. Very dramatic air quotes. “Could you have used more all-caps in that email? Maybe get some bold and italics in there for variety? Just in case, you know, we’ve forgotten that floor one is a quiet floor. But, dude, not all of us are planning to do laundry Friday night. I’ve been planning the watch party for weeks!” 

“For weeks? And you want to get mad at me for not talking to you before I sent my message? Did you ask me about the party? Did you submit a request for funds for the Alliance to pay for pizza?” Edwin paced from the bed as far as his tiny room allowed. RAs might have the perk of single rooms with private baths, but the room was barely big enough for Edwin’s bed, desk, and the bookcases he’d squeezed in along the back wall. 

“Oh please, Mr. Scrooge, please can I have a tuppence for a crust of bread for me and my lads?” Ollie emphasized his atrocious British accent by leaning forward with cupped hands outstretched, his expression urchin-like, eyes wide and pleading 

“Submit. A. Form.” Edwin refused to be moved by the cute. Everyone was moved by Ollie’s cute. Everyone overlooked the rules and procedures for Ollie. He was just that damn fun. Everyone loved him. But Edwin hadn’t been the treasurer of the Alliance for three years only to watch all his hard-won policies fly out the window for another one of Ollie’s crazy schemes. 

“Do we have the funds, Mr. Treasurer?” Ollie picked up his phone and tapped at the screen. “Here. I, the over-burdened social chair, have formally submitted an email request. And didn’t you say at the last meeting that we were over nine hundred bucks in the black?” 

“Maybe.” Edwin’s phone buzzed in his pocket. Ollie’s email no doubt. “Is sponsoring a party to watch a game played by straight, bigoted jocks really the best use of our resources?” 

“Oh come on. Don’t you read Out Sports? Two Division One guys are out now. And you are unreasonably jock-biased. Don’t you think after three years you could learn some tolerance and acceptance of unfamiliar lifestyles?” Ollie batted his big brown eyes. Annoyingly appealing, those eyes. Their tilt, their burnt-sugar color, their perpetual mischievous twinkle. 

Ha. He doubted tolerance and acceptance were what drove Ollie to be a jock chaser. More like hormones and unrealistic aspirations. Edwin had watched him through several obsessions—Ben the soccer player freshman year, Larry the lacrosse god sophomore year, Marco the seriously straight quarterback junior year. This year’s winner was Jace, the also probably straight star of the basketball team. Closest Ollie would come to scoring with Jace would be having one of Jace’s frat buddies pinch his ass. Getting ignored and dissed wouldn’t stop Ollie from trying—he would nurture his crush right up until the next hot jock caught his eye. 

Not that Edwin was bitter. No. Not even a little. Ollie was just… Ollie. He was the human equivalent of a campus-wide hot tub party, spewing hot, bubbly affection for the athletically inclined. Meanwhile Edwin was the frozen North, plodding along, trying to endure his way to graduation. Whatever. Not like Edwin wanted to be on the receiving end of any of that affection. He might smother to death under the cute. 

“Fine. Have the party. But I’m not budging on the usual rules. And you better keep receipts this time—I’m not cutting you a check for the pizza without a real receipt.” 

“Hey, my credit card bill totes counts as real.” Ollie bristled like his inability to keep good records was all Edwin’s fault. 

Edwin didn’t point out how nice it must be to have a parent-provided credit card that could easily absorb a hundred-dollar pizza hit. Instead, he looked meaningfully at his door. “You need anything else?” 

Ollie didn’t take the hint, stretching out on the bed so the tails of his shirt rode up along his lean torso. Oh God, Edwin’s bed was going to smell like Ollie again. And tonight when he climbed into that bed, the image of Ollie’s shirt coming this close to showing some of that pink-gold skin combined with the intoxicating strawberries-and-Ollie smell would plague him until Edwin was forced to do something about it. 

“You know, you don’t have to be Buzzkill RA. You could at least come to one of the watch parties. Help supervise?” 

“I’ve got a Business Ethics mid-term paper due on Monday.” Edwin rubbed the back of his neck. His ethics professor was a major prick, and he was not going to let this class wreck his GPA. 

“Aww.” Ollie made a sympathetic face. “Instead of going all spastic in an email, you could try this thing called talking. ‘Hey, Ollie, I’ve got a huge paper due. I’m worried about the noise level. Think you can keep a lid on things?’ Or other words that don’t get you immortalized in Internet memes.” 

Edwin took a steadying breath.

Ollie meant well, he really did. He was one of the nicest guys on campus, but Ollie seldom walked his talk. He would promise to keep an eye on his residents and the noise, but then two a.m. would come and he’d be right in the thick of whatever noisy game they had going in the lounge, reluctant to send his guys packing off to their rooms. Not surprisingly, the residents all loved Ollie. 

If anyone was going to keep the dorm from sliding into chaos, it would have to be Edwin. It had been that way ever since they had been freshmen—Ollie’s mom had checked the “quiet floor” box on his housing application for him, landing him next door to Edwin, and Edwin had spent the next three-and–a-half years trying to outrun Ollie’s party train. 

Ollie kept looking at him, dark eyes patient and kind, like he really did care about Edwin and Edwin’s GPA. The dark slashes of his eyebrows were a contrast to his creamy skin and heart-shaped mouth, offsetting his elfin features with a masculine edge that had always intrigued Edwin. 

Edwin exhaled a long, you-win sigh. “Maybe I’ll try not to go all RA Buzzkill while the games are on.” 

“Awesomesauce! You should come grab some pizza too.” Ollie grinned widely, showcasing a row of perfectly white, straight teeth. Having an orthodontist dad had its perks—high limit credit cards and a gorgeous smile. “And you should do the bracket challenge!” 

“For what reason?” Edwin refused to be dazzled by Ollie’s smile. Or charmed by Ollie’s attempts to rearrange the English language. If he wasn’t adding “-ie” sounds to perfectly good nouns, he was coining his own adjectives. Like “awesomesauce.” Ridiculous word. 

“For fun.” Ollie snorted like Edwin had asked an absurd question. Like randomly picking game-winners from an array of schools Edwin had never heard of was the best way to spend Sunday. “I’ve got some great prizes lined up.”

“I don’t need a prize.” 

“Oh come on. We could bet.” Ollie’s eyes sparkled. “Like if my final-four bracket beats yours, you host the watch party.” 

“Dream on.” Edwin tried to ignore the feeling of intrigue curling low in his gut. 

“Oh come on, Eddie. Think about what would happen if you won! Isn’t there something you want from me?” 

You have no idea. Really, none. Edwin had spent the last three years being very, very careful to hide even a hint of “something” from the too-perceptive Ollie. This year had been the worst. Ever since August… 

And okay, he was not going to think about August right then. Not with Ollie sitting on the bed looking all eager. Like he’d enjoy nothing more than making Edwin’s dreams come true, though Edwin knew that was far from the case. 

Edwin wasn’t a jock, he wasn’t a party guy, he wasn’t tall, he wasn’t cute—he was nothing like the guys Ollie crushed on. No, Ollie was a lit firecracker, and Edwin knew better than to grab on and hope the bang wouldn’t explode in his face. 

“I don’t know anything about the teams—no point in doing random guesses.” 

“No point? The whole point of the tournament is random guesses! Grady won our floor’s pool last year by picking all dog mascots to advance and all cat mascots to lose. I kept track of the teams the whole season, and I came in second. There’s no way to predict which big-time teams are going to choke.” 

“Choke?”

Ollie’s hands grabbed at his own throat, his fingers curving like claws, his eyes crossing, his mouth emitting horribly realistic gagging sounds. Right when Edwin started to get a bit worried, Ollie dropped his hands and grinned. “You know. Choke. Whiff on their chances. Lose even though everyone thought they’d win. But that’s the absolute best part of March Madness—the Cinderella stories. The tiny teams that no one sees coming, and they seize the moment!” Ollie’s hands grabbed at the air in front of him. Like the moment was a real thing to seize. Like randomness and chaos were things people should want. 

“Cinderella stories?” 

“Because they finally get a chance to go to the big dance.” Ollie’s hands stopped moving. His face sagged. Like Edwin’s lack of basketball IQ was zapping his energy. “Come on. You make some guesses, and if you’re right, I’ll do whatever you want. And if you’re wrong—” 

“Hold up. If I filled out a bracket and mine beat yours, you’d do whatever I wanted? Like anything?” 

“Sure.” Ollie shrugged, an insolent lift of surprisingly wide shoulders inside a too-big shirt. “I mean not all day. But sure, you want me to be a slave for an hour or something, I can take it.” 

Ka-pow. The firecracker exploded, hot want raining down on Edwin, sparking against his skin. Anything. Ollie-as-slave images began to run on repeat in his brain, Ollie getting considerably less clothing with each pass. Edwin could ask for anything, and it would just be a joke to Ollie—a lark to be laughed over later, no more of a big deal than opening up with a can of silly string or shorting his sheets every night for a week. 

Oh my God. Would it work? Could he use something like this—a stupid bet on stupid basketball—to exorcise the Ollie demons that had plagued him for years, all without having to admit how he felt about Ollie? Because while Ollie had been busy with the jock-crush-of-the-month plan, Edwin had been hung up on Ollie. For three and a half years. If a stupid bet could shake Edwin free, then it was worth having to learn something about basketball. 

“Okay,” he whispered. 

“Yay!” Ollie clambered off the bed, springs squeaking as he hit the floor. “You’ll see. This is going to be a great couple of weeks! So what are we going to play for this week? If my bracket does better by Sunday night, you send an email supporting the next watch party and you show up. And if you win…” 

“I want a kiss.” The words escaped Edwin before he could call them back, before he could temper them with logic or suppress them with reality.

Author Bio:

Annabeth Albert grew up sneaking romance novels under the bed covers. Now, she devours all subgenres of romance out in the open--no flashlights required! When she's not adding to her keeper shelf, she's a multi-published Pacific Northwest romance writer.

Emotionally complex, sexy, and funny stories are her favorites both to read and to write. Annabeth loves finding happy endings for a variety of pairings and is a passionate gay rights supporter. In between searching out dark heroes to redeem, she works a rewarding day job and wrangles two children.

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🏀Saturday's Series Spotlight🏀: The Courtside King Duology by Kora Knight

Tamed #1

Summary:

When aspirations and passion collide, Breck’s thrown onto a playing field he never anticipated.

Unrivaled in college basketball as a point-guard prodigy, Breck Harland has definitely earned his title as King of the Court. All around town, he’s a bona fide celebrity, his reputation with the ladies reinforcing a facade he's determined to protect. No one, not even his best friend, knows he's bi.

Enter Grandmaster Kai Nakado, the one person not impressed by Breck's imperial air.

When Breck signs up for his martial arts class, Kai makes it clear he finds his new student arrogant, impulsive, unfocused. With each exchange, their clashing chemistry intensifies, and Breck finds himself not just angry and frustrated… but inexplicably turned on. A fire that rages even hotter when Kai introduces him to the art of rope bondage, a talent Kai proves even more skilled at than martial arts.

At the hands of this experienced Dom, Breck's tenuous control threatens to slip from his grasp, the things he thought he wanted suddenly not so clear. If he’s not careful, Kai will completely derail him, a risk he can’t afford if he plans to make it to the pros.

Can he stop what’s already in motion, or will Kai tame the unattainable king?

Tamed, book one in the Courtside King Duology. A steamy, slow-burn, gay romance that will keep you riveted on the sidelines for more.

Claimed #2

Summary:

Breck wants him more than any championship title, but to win him, he’s got to sink the greatest basket of his life.

With college behind him and the NBA in sight, draft shoo-in Breck Harland should be riding cloud nine with visions of grandeur and glory.

Should be. He’s striven for this his entire life.

But as of late, one all-consuming obstacle has planted itself firmly in the path of his dreams.

The obstacle: Kai Nakado. Martial arts Grandmaster and Breck’s dream-Dom obsession. The wonders he’s shown Breck behind the privacy of closed doors, the feelings he’s elicited inside Breck’s elusive heart, have introduced a whole other side to life that Breck never knew existed.

What starts out as raw, fiery attraction turns to a soul-deep connection—and King Breck of the Court couldn’t be less prepared. No longer does he merely want Kai. Now he needs him, on a level that shakes his foundation

But a future with Kai isn’t possible, because Kai refuses to hide with Breck in his closet of fear.

And going public would all but destroy Breck’s hard-won chances of getting signed. He’s worked too hard, has too much at stake. And now his warring emotions have him mentally spiraling.

As Kai teeters on the precipice of cutting his losses, torn by wanting to support Breck but unwilling to tolerate his manic, reckless behavior, Breck is forced to decide which means more: his high-profile basketball career, or a life with Kai - the one and only person on the planet who's managed to claim his heart.

Experience this breathtaking conclusion to the Courtside King Duology, packed with heartfelt struggles and smoldering passion, inside and out of the sheets.

Warning: contains gloriously graphic scenes of guy-on-guy lovin'.

Tamed #1

ONE

START OF SOPHOMORE YEAR GEORGE MASON UNIVERSITY

“Hey, big guy. We’re headed over to Skidoo’s to celebrate another promising party year. You’re comin’ too, right?” 

Breck’s lips quirked into a lopsided grin. Holding his phone to his ear, he shook his head as he came to a stop at a traffic light. “I’m actually gonna have to pass this time.” 

“What!” Ned protested, a reaction Breck had anticipated. It was tradition for the four of them—Breck, Ned, Tad, and Jay—to party on the very first weekend of every school year. 

And in Ned’s defense, this one was especially important. They’d be going out as non-freshmen at George Mason University, having triumphed over their first year as the lowest on the totem pole. So now, in essence, they weren’t just celebrating the new semester, but the fact that they’d be attacking it as sophomores. 

“I know,” Breck sighed, shaking his head. “But I’m moving into the frat house this weekend and tonight’s the initiation.” 

“Ugh,” Ned groused. “Can’t you tell all your Kappa Theta Sigma butt buddies to do it another time?”

“No,” Breck laughed. “I cannot. And after living in a dorm for the last year, no way am I gonna risk losin’ my shot at a bed in this place instead. Besides, these are varsity bros I’ll be rooming with. Varsity. A destination I will reach, even if it kills me. And getting in tighter with them can only help speed up the process.” 

Ned grunted. “You and your ambitions. Seriously. You’re making me feel like a loser.” 

Breck grinned as the light turned green. Stepping on the gas, he continued on his way. “Nothing wrong with your destination, my man. You’re gonna kill it. You know this. I know this.” 

“I really am.” Ned’s confident smile was almost palpable. 

He was going for a degree in computer engineering, his sights set on a career in game design. Not that he spent his days in front of a console. Hell, he was as active as Breck in his own right. Ned’s ‘court’ was very different from Breck’s, though, with a much higher risk of serious injury. Ned might’ve been a wrestling boss in high school with Tad, but these days the guy kicked serious ass in parkour. A passion he planned to take to the gaming world. 

Breck nodded and took a right. “So anyway, wish me luck. It should be an interesting evening.” 

“Yeah,” Ned snorted. “Don’t let them haze you too bad. I mean, a dildo up the ass is fine and all, but no drinking questionable substances or letting ‘em light you on fire. Freaky kink is cool, flame-broiling my bestie is not.” 

Breck laughed. “Alright, I’ll be sure to adhere to your guidelines.” 

In truth, despite his calm front, he was nervous. Fraternities were notorious for their initiation rituals. The last thing Breck wanted was to end the night in a hospital. Getting his stomach pumped. Or shit, his skin grafted back on.

“You better,” Ned pressed. “Don’t make me have to storm your little brotherly squat spot tomorrow to kick some b-ball bitches in the nuts.” 

Breck’s grin quirked up all lopsided again. “Now that’d be fun to watch.” 

Ned was showing love in his typical macho-man way, and Breck appreciated that shit. He truly did. Because he loved that randy little fucker, too. Out of the four in their posse, he and Ned were always the closest. Jay was good people, but he was annoying as much as amusing. And while Breck adored Tad, the levelheaded one that kept them all grounded, Ned just seemed more on the same wavelength. Able to complement Breck’s vibe in all the right ways. That they both drank and fucked too much probably had something to do with it. 

But hey, life was short. And indulging was fun. 

Pulling up to the curb of his potential new abode, Breck parked his Nissan Altima and climbed out. He didn’t trust the hooligans in this neighborhood, so locking things up came next. His baby, all sleek and black, was brand new, after all. A gift from his parents for making it through his first year of college—with killer grades to top it off. 

To Breck, though, his car was another step toward total autonomy. Now he’d go home to visit his parents when he wanted to, not when they swooped in out of nowhere to cart him away. 

Not that he anticipated going home very often. The weekends at college were just too fun. His closest friends were with him, after all. Why on earth would he ever want to leave? 

Sorry, Mom and Dad. I love you and all but… yeah. 

He really truly did, though. His mom and him were tight. As the child of interracial parents, he’d long since stopped noticing the differences between them; her complexion fair and his a light brown. Her hair a honey blonde and his dark. Not that you could see much of it. He kept it buzzed close to the scalp. 

Their smiles, on the other hand, did match. Or so people said. As did their eyes; a warm yellow brown that gleamed like gold. And even though he had her by over a foot, their dispositions were virtually the same. Both super laid back and chill—when life permitted. 

His dad, however, he looked nearly identical to. The same height, the same bone structure, the same build. Which worked out well since they both loved their basketball. Like Breck, his dad used to play in college. To this day, they still shot hoops together when Breck was home. 

Which wasn’t as often as his dad would like during the school year. And honestly, even when Breck was home for a weekend, he tended to gravitate more towards his mom. Not that he didn’t like his dad. The man was just so damn demanding. Always hounding Breck to be the very best. To earn not just acclaim from others, but veneration. 

And Breck got it. He did. He understood why his dad insisted. He’d had a hard life as a kid, living in the roughest part of town. Always broke, always bullied. But ultimately, he’d made something of his life. Had busted his ass and gotten a great job. Not the one he’d wanted, playing professional basketball, but he’d earned the respect he deserved and wanted the same for his son. 

The fact that Breck excelled in basketball just fanned the flames, enticing his dad to live vicariously through him. He’d never had the chance to make it big in sports like Breck. So now it was up to Breck to take them both to stardom. 

The man wouldn’t be satisfied, wouldn’t truly be happy, until Breck became the basketball superstar he never was. Until Breck won the adoration of the whole fucking world. 

A goal that, incidentally, Breck was one hundred percent on board with.

He just wished his dad would give him a breather. 

Exhaling, he headed for his fraternity’s front door—soon to be his as well if all went smoothly. He had no reason to think it wouldn’t, though. He knew most of the guys. Had partied with them countless times during freshman year. 

Still, it was initiation night, and he wondered what the seniors had planned. From what he understood, they’d be the ones running the show. No outsiders or freshmen allowed. Just initiates and upperclassmen. 

And lots of beer. 

Thrumming in anxious anticipation, he scaled the front stoop and gave the door a knock. Whatever they dished out tonight, he could totally take it. Would take it. Like a champ. He was no fucking wuss. 

The door swung open. One of the seniors. “Breck.” The guy smiled. 

Breck grinned and lifted his chin. “S’up, Cory.” 

They bumped fists then smacked palms. 

“Sticking around for tonight?” Cory waved him through. The guy was varsity. Specifically, the Patriot’s center. Dark and big. Easily six-foot-seven. With a strong jaw and short, black hair shaved close on the sides. 

“Absolutely.” Breck made sure to sound confident. Stepping into the foyer, he spotted dudes with Solo cups ambling about. Some already wearing their togas. He smirked. “I see the keg’s been tapped.” 

Cory chuckled. “It’s after noon. Of course it’s been tapped.” 

Breck headed into the TV room. More frat bros lounged atop a huge sectional couch, sports games blaring from the surround sound as, in the kitchen, lively hip-hop thumped.

“Grab a beer.” Cory motioned to the keg in the corner. “I’ll catch back up with you and the others in a bit.” 

He disappeared around the corner just as one of Breck’s sophomore buddies moseyed over. 

“B.” The guy beamed, gripping his Solo cup. 

“Jegs.” Breck grinned back and clasped his palm. Jegs was one of his favorites. Had the friendliest face. Damn near the identical twin of Malcolm from that Marvel series, Jessica Jones. What was great about him, though, was that despite his amicability, the guy was a total nonconformist. And ridiculously fun. Ready to party in the most outlandish of ways at the drop of a hat. Always kicking Breck out of his comfort zone. And Breck fucking loved it. 

“You ready for this?” Jegs asked. 

Breck lifted a brow. Wow. His brazen buddy actually sounded nervous. 

Which, in fairness, Breck supposed made sense. Initiation night was notorious for a reason. And Jegs, like Breck, was one of the lucky initiates. 

“Will be,” Breck chuckled, eyeing the keg. “Just need to chug a beer or two. Or maybe ten.

 * * * * 

By nightfall, he was definitely good and then some. But so was everyone else in the house. 

Breck laughed as he sat with his fellow sophomores around the kitchen’s old rickety table, their Solo cups nearing empty yet again, their drinking game in full swing. They’d been designated to the ‘servants table’ once the festivities had begun, while the upperclassmen convened in the dining room to play some poker. According to them, that was the initiates’ first undertaking; assuming the official role of the fraternity’s inferiors.

The second involved the ‘uniform’ they had to wear. Black and white formal bow ties with matching boxer briefs. And not a lick of anything else. Their third task? Actually waiting on the seniors—or rather, their ‘superiors,’ as the upperclassmen had called themselves—which Breck and the others had been doing now for a couple of hours. Non-stop fetching them food and beer as they played their fucking games. 

Whatever. For the most part, Breck didn’t mind. Could’ve been worse. Honestly, the whole scenario was pretty funny. He didn’t give a shit about being half dressed and didn’t mind the sight of the others. Like the female body, the male physique was a fabulous thing, and something he found himself appreciating often. With his eyes, though. Not his hands. 

Although, truth be told, he’d sometimes wondered what it’d be like. To clutch another guy’s strong body, but not like he did during basketball games. To feel their hot breath on his neck. Rough, exerted pants. But not due to running. Or anything at all that related to sports. Which he supposed meant that he was bi. Something he’d suspected for a while, to be honest. Ever since the end of middle school when he’d started to really think about sex. 

“Yo, Breck! Another beer, bitch!” boomed a voice from the dining room. 

Sophomores snickered around the table. 

Breck tamped a laugh and shoved back in his chair, then rose to his feet. Which, incidentally, proved a delicate act since he was already three sheets to the wind. 

Jegs laughed and shook his head. “You better move faster than that. I dragged my feet last time and paid the price.” 

Breck lifted a brow as he ambled toward the fridge. The upperclassmen were drinking from longnecks, not the keg. “What’d they make you do?”

“Give Dante a fucking lap dance.” The kitchen erupted in laughter, eight drunk initiates in total. Jegs grinned from ear to ear. “I rocked his world.” 

“Sorry I missed that.” Breck promptly picked up the pace. Not so much because the idea of doing a lap dance was so abhorrent, he just wasn’t as publicly outgoing and carefree as Jegs. 

Yanking the door open, he snagged a beer, then warily made his way into the dining room. Socrates—the Patriot’s hotshot shooting guard, nicknamed for his uncanny, and oftentimes annoying, ability to question everything—tracked his approach. 

Breck’s heart thudded under his gaze. God, that man’s eyes. Bright olive green. Framed by thick lashes. Complimented by a head of short black dreads and Socrates’ wolfish smile. 

Breck shuffled over, careful in his tipsiness not to bounce off any obstacles, then dropped down to one knee like they’d been instructed and offered his gift. 

Socrates took it with a chuckle. “Thanks, wench.” 

Across the table, Cory threw down his cards. “Fuck this game. I say it’s time for the main event.” 

Breck stilled. “Main event?” 

“Yeah.” Cory stood, glancing at his cohorts. Some grinned. Others chuckled. A few loosed drunken grunts. Next thing Breck knew, they all were sauntering into the kitchen. 

The initiates paused in their card game and looked up. 

“Attention, little underlings,” Cory announced, spreading his stance. The rest of his posse assumed similar positions. “Playtime’s over. How’s everyone feeling?” 

“Great.” 

“Awesome.” 

“Fucking fantastic.”

Cory nodded. “Good. Because the moment of truth has arrived. Both feet to the fucking fire. Those who accept the challenge will make the cut.” 

“And what challenge is that, sir?” Jegs laid down his cards. Breck eyed the things. 

Damn. A straight flush. Not bad. 

“To submit to your superiors,” Cory rumbled, “in the most primitive and carnal of ways.” 

The sophomores stilled and swapped confused looks. 

“You know,” Dante laughed. “Grab your ankles.” 

“And hold the fuck on.” Socrates grinned. “’Cause we don’t do gentle.” 

Breck tensed, wrapping his brain around their words. “You’re joking.” 

Cory crossed his arms and shrugged. “It’s how we were initiated. How our brothers before us were, too. A rite of passage and shit. An act of fidelity. Wasn’t so bad. Better than getting paddled until we couldn’t sit down. Or taking a trip to the fuckin’ ER after drinking something meant for an engine.” 

One of the initiates swallowed. “You’re seriously… gonna make us do this?” 

“We’re not gonna make you do anything.” Cory laughed. “If you don’t want to, that’s fine. There’s the door. But if you stay? And acquiesce like the rest of us did?” He turned serious. “You’ll never find yourself in a fiercer brotherhood. For your bravery, we will always have your back. And should some idiot fool ever do you wrong, we will descend on them like a pack of rabid wolves.” 

The sophomores fidgeted, swapping more looks. 

“But aren’t there other ways to show our loyalty?” one anxiously asked.

“Sure,” Dante piped in. His voice had gone husky. “But nothing so genuine. This is laying one’s self out bare. We know because we’ve done it. Felt the depth of this sacrifice. You give us your trust and we’ll give you our respect.” His lips slowly curved. “That, and a wicked fucking orgasm.” 

The upperclassmen laughed. 

Breck stared at them. Holy fuck. They were serious. What’s more, he’d vowed to himself at the start of this night that he’d accept any challenge.

 Jegs jerked his chin. “This shit stays in this house? 

No one ever finds out?” “No one. Ever.” Cory raked each initiate with a threatening eye. “Because if they did, we wouldn’t bother looking for the rat. We’d hunt every one of you down and beat your asses senseless. That way, the guilty one pays no matter what.” 

Breck exhaled, reassured. 

Maybe he could do this. 

He squared his shoulders. Clenched his jaw. 

Wait. Shouldn’t he be horrified? 

Some of the other initiates looked downright aghast. Although, wow. He glanced at the rest. Surprisingly, the majority looked more like him. All but done with making their decision and now just steeling their resolve. Or maybe they were all just that intoxicated. He certainly was. Thing was, where he was concerned, this scenario wasn’t so much about exploiting his lack of inhibitions as it was about ramping up that preexisting curiosity. 

Yes, he was drunk. He wouldn’t deny that. But he also had that secret thing for guys. That ‘secret’ being the urge to explore with them sexually. An urge that, again, he’d had since middle school. Something that had nothing to do with beer. Granted, his predilection wasn’t as strong for guys as it was for girls. But it was there, deep inside, and in this crazy moment, he found himself wanting to use this pledge as a justification to take the plunge. 

After all, what other chance would he ever get? It wasn’t like he’d make a move on a guy, and he’d never ever ask a brother out. Why bother? He wasn’t interested in them romantically, didn’t want to hold their hand. He wanted aggression, rough grips, rowdy tugs, hard slams. An aspect of sex he couldn’t get from any girl. 

He met his friend’s eyes. 

Jegs shrugged. “I say fuck it.” 

One of the initiates named Charlie gaped. “Are you for real?” 

“Why not? They all did. And we’re just as tough as they are.” He coughed a small laugh. “Besides, how bad could it be? It’s sex for fuck’s sake. And we’re all fucking drunk. Let’s just do this shit and get back to partying.” 

Breck smirked and shook his head. Jegs was one go-with-the-flow motherfucker. 

The guy to his left, however, shook his head and stood. “No can do.” 

Two others got up as well. “Yeah. Not our thing.” 

Breck watched them head out as the seniors looked on. Turning to Jegs, he bumped his fist. “Screw it, I’m in.” 

The last three initiates swapped drunken looks then nodded. “Us, too.” 

Cory blinked, brows hiking, then glanced at his buddies. Then just like that, the seniors erupted into laughter. 

“Holy shit!” Dante exclaimed. “You guys would’ve done that?” 

Socrates shook his head. “We got some freaks in da house.”

“As if we’d fuck ‘em!” Cory guffawed, holding his sides. 

All the blood drained from Breck’s face. 

“So… you don’t wanna…” Charlie sputtered. 

“Fuck no!” they shouted in unison. 

The sophomores glared, exasperated. 

The one named Reggie glanced at the door. “What about the guys who just left?” 

Dante shrugged. “What about ‘em? They failed the test.” 

“You all are dicks,” Jegs laughed. “That was seriously wrong.” 

Cory coughed. “No, believing we’d wanna fuck your sorry asses is what’s wrong. So now, just for thinking that shit, you’ve earned yourselves another fun little task.” 

Breck crossed his arms and eyed him. “What kind of task?” 

Cory wagged brows. “Pedicures, you freaky bitches. Now go warm up some water.”

Claimed #2

ONE 

“Hae cho. Class dismissed.” Kai bowed to his students.

They smiled, returning the gesture, and ambled into the locker rooms to change back into their clothes.

Kai glanced at the time. 4:57 PM. Breck should be arriving any time.

As if in sync with his train of thought, said graduate came into view through the dojang’s front door. Still across the street, his hands were pocketed in his shorts, his long gait loose but not entirely relaxed. Was he excited? Nervous? It was hard to tell. Kai’s body thrummed at the notion of finding out. This session would be different, more intense by its very nature. Shibari expositions were far more elaborate than what he taught in class.

Stepping to the check-in counter, he returned his attention to the departing students, reciprocating their bows as they said goodbye and headed out. Kai peered through the door, expecting to see Breck closing in. Instead, he found no sign of him. He scanned the windows, but Breck was nowhere in sight.

Kai quirked a brow, wondering where he’d gone.

His assistants, Dindy and Jin, packed up to go a few minutes later. “See you tomorrow, Grandmaster Kai.” They gave a bow.

Kai responded in kind, then walked them to the door. “Thanks for your help.”

They cut a right and made their way toward student housing. Kai peered around. Still no Breck. Had he changed his mind and headed home?

Kai retrieved his phone from the reception counter. A notification lit up his screen. He thumbed open Messenger. A text from Breck. Kai frowned. Why would he message him instead of just coming inside?

Had he truly reconsidered and decided to cancel?

Disappointment threatened as Kai pulled up the text.

Hey, Kai. I’m here.

Meet you around back.

Kai exhaled, his worry quickly evaporating.

Jesus. He shouldn’t feel so relieved.

But more to the point, why was Breck waiting out back?

Locking up, he headed to the back of the training hall, exited into the vestibule, then pushed through the building’s rear-entry door. Breck sat on the curb beneath a tree, scrolling idly on his phone. Kai sighed at the sight of him. God, he looked good. A heather-gray t-shirt hugged his sculpted chest, while dark blue basketball shorts hung around his toned, athletic thighs. And that face. Those eyes. That mouth. In the late day sun, he looked as handsome as ever.

Breck met his gaze, then got to his feet and pocketed his cell. “Hey.”

Kai eyed him curiously, motioning over his shoulder. “It’s kinda hot out. You could’ve waited inside.”

“Yeah… I know.” Breck looked away. Gave a shrug.

Kai regarded him further. “So, then… why didn’t you?”

Breck shifted his weight, chewed his lip, inspected the grass. “I uh… didn’t want to slow down the flow of traffic heading out of your building. People like to… you know, stop and talk to me.” He donned a cocky smile. “I’m kind of a big deal around here.”

“Ah.” Kai grinned at him wryly, then swept an arm across his midsection and dramatically bowed. “Your highness. How forgetful of me.”

Not that he was sold by Breck’s explanation. Although, in fairness, it did make sense. Breck was an icon in this college town and definitely attracted attention. Kai gestured for him to enter. “The coast is officially clear.”

A smirk tugged at Breck’s lips. “Just looking out for you,” he murmured, heading inside.

Kai turned and led the way. “And I appreciate the effort.” Taking to the stairwell, he scaled the steps toward his place.

“So… do your assistants know?” Breck asked, following him up.

Kai slowed. Peered over his shoulder. “Do my assistants know what?”

Breck rubbed his head. Cleared his throat. “Um… that you’re gay.”

Kai frowned and turned back, reaching his apartment. And there it was. The real reason Breck had ducked-and-dodged. He hadn’t wanted his peers to see him. Especially not Jin and Dindy, in case they knew about Kai. They were students from George Mason too, after all. And word probably traveled fast regarding high-profile people.

Not loving the confirmation, but understanding it nevertheless, Kai exhaled and punched in his code. The keypad beeped and then the deadbolt released. “I don’t know. I’ve never told them directly, and they haven’t ever asked.” He pushed inside.

“Ah.” Breck entered behind him.

Kai could hear his unease. He turned and met Breck’s gaze. “Not that I’d care if they did. It’s not a secret.” He shrugged, turning back around. “One’s orientation is just another label. And I try really hard to avoid labels as best I can.”

“Why?” Breck followed him up the single step.

“They make it too easy to divide people. And it’s not like we’re just one thing, anyway. We’re multifaceted. Unique in countless ways. Yet, at the end of the day, we’re all still human, regardless of what label gets slapped on our backs.”

Breck appeared to think about that as Kai headed over to his music system. Docking his phone, he turned back. “Make yourself comfortable. I’m gonna go grab a quick shower.”

Breck nodded, but didn’t move from where he was standing.

Kai turned and headed for his bedroom, pausing along the way to slide open the panels to his meditation garden. The added light was nice in the evening. And who knew, maybe Breck would appreciate the view.

Continuing on, he mounted the steps at the far end of his loft, then parted more panels and ducked inside his room. Rounding his bed, he entered the bathroom, its size generous, with a soaking tub, wood-crafted walls, and warm slate floors. Above him, a skylight offered ample sun. He stepped to the shower, reached in, and cranked on the water. His dobok came off swiftly—first his belt, then his top and pants.

But as each piece dropped from his body, he couldn’t help wondering about Breck’s attire. Had he worn another jock? The memory of him in one last Friday had Kai’s body instantly hardening. Not that this was the first time he’d graced his brain with that visual. He still had Breck’s pictures in his phone, after all. Pictures he’d gazed at often—and admittedly, at length. Even after their usefulness in aiding with his Shibari class had long since passed. They’d been the focal point of several quiet nights when he’d lain in bed with a wandering mind. The only thing that’d interrupted the silence, the sound of fingers slowly stroking rigid flesh. That and the soft, choppy breaths pumping out of his lungs. 

Stepping under the spray, he got busy washing off. But as the suds glided down his abs, then skimmed over his dragon, another memory emerged. When Breck had walked in on him showing Scott his ink. He could only imagine what Breck had thought they’d been doing. Had the misunderstanding made Breck determine him the promiscuous type? He’d told Breck he wasn’t, but now he wondered if he’d actually believed him.

He should’ve just explained what they’d been doing in that stall. In truth, he almost had, but that fire in Breck’s eyes had been utterly derailing. Whether Breck wanted to admit it or not, he relished being the focus of Kai’s attention—and had unwittingly stalked into that restroom to bask in it some more.

Which, in hindsight, Kai realized had put him on edge. No one commanded his attention, and yet, Breck had been doing just that all fucking night. Something Kai had recognized, just hadn’t been willing to accept at the time.

Shutting things off, he climbed out and did a brisk towel dry. A swift brushing of teeth came next, and then a finger comb through his damp black locks. No ponytail tonight, he’d let his hair hang loose—a decision that had nothing to do with the fact that he’d sensed Breck liked it down. The way he’d stared at it the night of the art show as he’d sat in Kai’s car. Throwing vibes like he’d wanted to tunnel his fingers through it—then maybe grip a handful and give a feisty tug.

Kai rumbled softly, then cleared his throat. Nope. That memory had no bearing to him at all.

He pulled on some shorts and a snug white tee, then exited his bedroom and made his way back to Breck.

Where would he be waiting? Perched on a stool? Lounging on the couch?

To Kai’s surprise, he found Breck chilling out in his meditation garden, sitting atop Kai’s mat, looking peaceful and relaxed as he took in the view. Kai lifted a brow and walked over.

Breck glanced up at him. Smiled. “I like it in here.”

Kai’s chest warmed. He returned Breck’s smile. It said a lot about a person if they could appreciate the beauty of nature. Even if Breck only sensed it on a subconscious level. Kai sank down on his haunches and glided a finger through the brook. “Do you ever meditate?”

Breck coughed out a laugh, then shook his head. “Yeah, um, no.”

Kai chuckled and stood. “All right then.” He offered Breck his hand. “Come on. I’m gonna make us some food.”

Breck stilled and glanced over at the kitchen, then looked back at Kai. As if the notion of eating a meal together crossed some taboo line. “Oh, um…” He gripped Kai’s palm. “You don’t have to feed me.”

Kai smiled and tugged him up. “Yes, but I’d like to. Grab a stool.”

Breck didn’t argue. Just followed Kai over and parked his ass at the island.

Kai grabbed two placemats, some linen napkins, and a couple of plates, then opened a drawer and snagged two sets of metal chopsticks. Breck frowned, regarding the utensils warily. Kai’s lips twitched. He stepped to his island and fired up what looked like a built-in cooktop.

Breck regarded it. “Nice griddle.”

“Thanks.” Kai chuckled. “It’s called a teppan.” He grabbed his kettle, filled it with water, then got it going on the stove. Flames licked along its underbelly.

Breck shifted on his stool. “You, ah, need any help?”

“Nope. But thanks for asking.” Kai opened the fridge and started pulling things out. Chopped-up vegetables. Precooked rice. Several bottles of sauce. A couple of eggs. Butter. And last but not least, the various proteins he’d purchased earlier that day. He looked at Breck. “You good with seafood?”

Breck smiled. “Absolutely.”

Kai nodded and emptied the rice onto one side of the teppan. On the other, he dumped his pre-chopped veggies.

Breck’s grin spread wider, his golden eyes glinting as he watched him. “Feels like I’m at a Japanese steakhouse. Got one of those poofy, white chef hats by chance?”

Kai smirked and grabbed a stainless-steel spatula. “Why? Into roleplay?”

Breck blinked, then coughed another laugh. “Uh…” He sat up straighter and rubbed his thighs. “Not exactly where I was going with that.”

Kai grabbed an egg. “But are you?”

Breck’s next laugh sounded strangled. “No idea. I’ve never tried it.”

“Hmm. I wouldn’t say that’s true. Didn’t you and I do a bit of roleplaying last time you were here?”

Breck stilled. Did his cheeks just flush? Clearing his throat, he fought back a smile. “Yeah, I guess we did.”

Kai slid him a grin and bounced his egg atop his spatula, then turned said spatula sideways and let its edge slice the egg in half. Its contents fell cleanly onto the cooktop.

Breck’s brows rose. “Damn. Check you out. I’m a little impressed.”

Kai smiled roguishly. “What a pity. I was going for a little turned on.”

“Ah,” Breck chuckled. “Well, see, now that will depend.”

Kai lifted a brow. “On?”

“How well you pull off the onion volcano.”

Kai laughed and cracked a second egg, scrambled and chopped both up, then scooted them off to the side. Salt and pepper on the veggies and rice. Then he grabbed out a grilling fork. “Prepare,” he murmured, “to be aroused.”

Breck grinned, looking entirely entertained. Kai’s heart thumped. God, that genuine smile. It was damn near devastating. He forced himself to focus and turned back to his work. Not that his awareness wasn’t still fixed on Breck. Because it was. And no doubt, it’d remain that way until Breck walked out the door.

Taking the onion slice he had waiting in the wings, Kai separated its rings with his fork and spatula, then stacked them atop each other, biggest to smallest. Breck watched his every move intently. Kai savored the weight of his steadfast stare. Grabbing some oil, he filled his onion volcano. It sizzled and popped. He dug out a lighter, then a bottle of vodka from a nearby cabinet. Pouring it atop the oil, he positioned the lighter. Met Breck’s gaze.

Breck’s lips curved, eyes flashing. “Do it.”

Kai grinned and flicked the flint, which ignited the vodka, which ignited the oil. Mini flames erupted, bursting out of the top.

Breck laughed with another of those heart-stopping smiles.

Jesus. The sound of his joy. The sight of his cheer.

Kai’s heart thumped faster, his whole body tightening.

Breck was far too gorgeous for his own good—not to mention Kai’s.

Tamping the urge to stalk around the island and tug him close, Kai forced himself to concentrate on the task at hand. “How’d I do?” he drawled, quartering the smoking onion. “Was I successful in turning you on?”

Breck shifted on his stool again, his grin turning boyish. “I may have been somewhat affected.”

Kai chuckled and slid the onion aside. This energy between them… It felt really good.

Twisting around, he turned off the heat to his kettle, then oiled up the remainder of the cooking surface. On to seafood. Two slabs of salmon and a pound of shrimp. Letting them cook, he jazzed up the rice and then tossed in the eggs, rice popping and dancing atop the surface as metal clanged.

Breck watched, looking wholly riveted, eyes tracking Kai’s hands and all the sizzling food. Which worked out nicely. Kai got to steal a few glances, the attractive man before him far more enticing than any meal.

His insides thrummed, enjoying Breck’s presence way too much. Just having him there in his home like this, as he cooked him food… It just felt right. He couldn’t explain it. Like this was the way it was supposed to be. A notion he was so not prepared to admit. Because while Breck had, admittedly, become more pleasurable to be around, he could still be arrogant. And immature. And still had drinking problems. All traits Kai wasn’t interested in. At all. Meaning, they could have their fun together, but that was it. Breck would never become a fixed part of his life. Despite how Kai might wish things could be between them, their worlds just didn’t align.

Exhaling quietly, he turned to his tea pot and filled its diffuser with leaves. Then he poured in the water, steam rising swiftly, and replaced the lid.

Breck regarded it, eyes curious. “What’s that?”

“Sencha.”

Breck lifted a brow, clearly not familiar.

Kai smiled. “Green tea.”

“Ah. Okay. Like matcha?”

“Kinda.” Kai nodded with a shrug. “Both are non-fermented. Although with sencha, you steep whole leaves, whereas with matcha, its leaves are ground up and mixed with water. Sencha’s lighter, more refreshing. I like it. If you’ve got good taste at all, you’ll like it, too.”

Breck’s lips twitched. He lifted his chin. “I’ve got good taste.”

Kai slid him an I’ve-yet-to-be-sold-on-that look and shifted his focus to soy-saucing the veggies. Their turn for some tossing. He flipped the seafood next, then drenched both slabs of salmon in teriyaki. One last douse of soy sauce to the shrimp and he was finally done.

“Hope you’re hungry,” he murmured, shutting off the cooktop.

Breck sat up straighter, all but licking his chops. “If I wasn’t before, I most definitely am now. It looks amazing and, oh my God, smells fucking incredible.”

Kai chuckled and pulled two teacups from a cabinet. “Just wait ‘til you taste it. I mean, I’m not one to brag, but…”

Breck laughed. “But yeah.”

Kai grinned and poured some tea into each mug, its rich amber hue catching the light of the evening sun. Then, using his spatula, he loaded up their plates from across the bar—just like they did in the restaurants. Would Breck notice his attempt to humor him? That megawatt smile on his face said he did.

“You’re a pro at this,” Breck concluded. “Lemme guess, you got a hibachi side-hustle on the weekends or something.”

Kai laughed and came around to join him. “That’s not a bad idea. Maybe, if you’d agree to be my busboy.”

Breck snorted. “Pshh. I’m the king of this town. You’re lucky I even allowed you to cook me this food.”

Kai smirked, settling onto his stool. “And the royal returns. I was wondering how long he’d be able to stay away.”

Breck’s haughty air faltered. “I was kidding.”

“So was I.”

Breck eyed him, as if debating whether or not he believed him.

Kai shifted on his seat and faced his food. Their bare knees brushed. Breck’s whole body stilled, and yet he didn’t move his leg away. Nor did Kai. That skin on skin felt way too good.

Breck met his gaze. Kai’s stomach clenched. God, those eyes. How they bespelled him, all but compelling him to reach for the guy.

Breck swallowed and looked away. Locked his attention on his plate. Then proceeded to gracelessly fumble with his stainless-steel chopsticks. A sight that, for some asinine reason, Kai found ridiculously adorable. A wave of warmth coursed through his body. Tamping a smile, he held his chopsticks where Breck could see them, taking care not to make it look like he was demonstrating proper grip. Breck had pride. Fearsome pride. As Kai well knew. The last thing he wanted was to ruin the mood.

Eventually, Breck got the gist. “I’m typically a fork guy,” he muttered, securing a bite.

You don’t say.

Kai slid him a grin. “Just so you know, few things about tonight are going to be ‘typical’.”

Breck stilled, his chopsticks halfway to his mouth, then quickly cleared his throat and refocused on bringing them home. He almost made it. Until the shrimp took a dive. Breck muttered a curse. Kai fought back another smile. This agile athlete’s awkwardness just kept hitting him in the feels. How something so clumsy, and nearly painful to watch, could be so endearing, he had no idea. And now he suddenly found himself struggling against the urge to reach over and feed Breck himself. Breck would be appalled, no doubt taking it as a slight, assuming that Kai was perceiving him as incompetent. If only he knew the truth—how much an interaction like that would turn Kai on.

An unbidden image slid to the forefront of his mind. Breck bound. Hands restrained. Famished, but helpless. Eyes imploring Kai to help. Which Kai did, giving him bites with just his fingers. Then feeding a different part of his body into Breck’s mouth…

Breck’s deep-throated moan yanked Kai back to now.

“Holy shit, Kai. This is so fucking good.”

Ah.He won the battle with that shrimp.

Kai shifted on his stool, his shorts suddenly snugger. “I’m glad you like it.” He took a bite and resumed his meal.

A few moments later though, Breck cursed again. Another crustacean had evaded his mouth.

Kai’s lips twitched as he chewed, observing him. Deciding to show mercy, he made a quick trip to the silverware drawer.

“Thanks,” Breck muttered as Kai handed him a fork. A small, sheepish smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

“Of course. Wouldn’t want any distractions taking away from my labors.”

Breck nodded in full agreement, then just like that, was shoveling down bite after bite. Eventually though, he did slow down, as if determining he’d sufficiently made up for lost time. Wiping his mouth, he shifted his focus back to Kai. “So, your mom, you said she’s Japanese?”

“Yes. And Korean.”

Breck took a swig of tea. “How about your dad?”

“Brazilian.”

Breck’s brows popped. “For real? They say Brazilians are the most beautiful people in the world.”

Kai eyed him. “Do they now. And what do you say?”

Breck blinked. “Oh… Um… Well… They’re certainly not hard on the eyes.”

Kai grinned a little. “He and Mom met in California. But it didn’t work out, so… he headed back home before I was born.”

“Ah. So, that’s why you kept your mom’s name.”

“It is indeed.”

They took a few more bites, but Kai could sense Breck’s brain churning. As if he wasn’t done with the talking and was merely prioritizing the many questions he wanted answered most.

A heartbeat later, he was back to wiping his mouth. “So…your class on Friday went well?”

That was the question he wanted answered most?

Kai’s lips quirked. No, Breck was just easing into his investigation. The beginnings of a nonchalant dig for information. Which amused Kai but also made him curious. What exactly was Breck hunting for? And for that matter, why did his interest make Kai want to smile?

“Yes, it went perfectly. Without a hitch.” He took another bite.

Breck watched him expectantly. When Kai didn’t elaborate, he asked, “So… everyone liked your design?”

“They did. Very much, in fact.”

Breck nodded. “That’s good.” A weighted pause. “So… they got to play?”

And there it was. A solid direction to his inquiries. Kai swallowed his bite and met Breck’s gaze. “Yes. Rather extensively.”

Breck fiddled with his placemat. Nodded again. “And… how’d things go with your model?”

Kai reached for his tea, took a sip, and set it back down. Returned his gaze to Breck’s and nodded. “They went fine.” He suspected what Breck was after, what he wanted to hear, but decided to play it safe and chose to not assume.

Breck watched him, as if trying to read his expression.

Kai smiled and murmured, “Remi’s very obedient and always well behaved.”

Breck shuttered his expression, but couldn’t mask that look of concern. “Do you like him?”

Kai’s heart thumped. Breck wanted to know if he’d played with his model like he’d played with him.

Kai paused, waiting for the thrill of satisfaction. Instead, an eddy of warmth swirled deep inside. He didn’t want to leave Breck hanging anymore. He wanted to tell him the truth. “As a person,” he answered. “But nothing more.”

Breck’s shoulders eased. Kai regarded him, bemused, wondering in earnest why he seemed to care. Breck had plenty of playthings at his disposal, and—Damn. Kai suddenly didn’t want to think about that notion. At all. Which was absurd. It didn’t concern him who Breck fucked. Shouldn’t bother him in the slightest that his dick was probably out of his pants more than it was in.

Unease filled Kai’s gut. Next thing he knew, he was asking his own questions. “And how about your night? How was Georgetown with your friends?”

Breck made a face, one that didn’t look all that happy. “It was fine.”

Kai lifted a brow. “Just fine?”

“I mean… No, it was cool.” Breck rubbed his head and chuckled. “Just drank too much and paid the price.”

“You do that a lot, I’m noticing.”

Breck shot him a look, then gestured to himself. “Hello. Frat boy. Besides, I think I earned the right to celebrate. I’ve only just graduated college.”

Kai nodded. “I agree. That was a huge accomplishment. And most definitely deserves something special in honor of the occasion. But you drink yourself into oblivion nearly every day. So how exactly is that special?”

Breck scowled and looked away. “The point is… I was doing something I enjoy in celebration. Also known as partying.”

Kai shrugged. “Fair enough.” Not a philosophy he subscribed to, nor a perspective he found attractive. But again, Breck wasn’t a prospect... He took a bite. “So, was Scott there? With Tad?”

Breck seemed to ease. “Yeah. He was designated driver… I like that guy.” He smiled. “He’s good for Tad. I hope they stick.”

“Me, too.” And Kai meant it. He’d known Scott for years, but he’d never seen him as happy as he was now, with Tad. “What about Ned?” he ventured next. “Did he bring a date?”

Breck coughed out a laugh. “Hell, no. That would’ve defeated his whole agenda for the night.”

“Ah. He likes to play the field.”

“Yeah.” Breck grinned, shaking his head. A very clear fondness emanated from his eyes.

Kai regarded him. “You two are close.”

“Since the start of high school.”

Kai did the math. College VIP out on the town with his closest friend. Both handsome as hell, getting overly drunk—no doubt, with a throng of equally inebriated women. “You two must’ve had quite a time juggling all the ladies.”

Shameless fishing, but Breck had just done the same.

Breck shrugged a little. “It’s easier to keep a low profile with this group of friends.”

Kai chuckled, determined to sound indifferent, even though his insides felt anything but calm. “And that means what, you scored slightly less than you typically would? On graduation night? I find that hard to believe. Or maybe you fuck even more than you drink, so it’s not all that special.”

Breck stiffened. “Bite me. I didn’t get laid.”

Kai quirked a brow. “Not even a quickie in the bathroom or something?”

“Oh.” Breck laughed sardonically. “You mean, like what you did with Scott?”

Kai stilled, then threw on a poker face. “That wasn’t what you thought.”

“Right.” Breck’s following laugh sounded strained. “’Cause there’s just so many things two guys can do in a stall.”

“I told you, I was showing him something.”

“Uh huh.” Breck leveled him with a look. “Something down your pants. Man, you were zipping up your fly. Correct me if I’m wrong but, aside from underwear, there’s only one thing down there. Something you said was exceptionally large and”—he made finger quotes—“exotic.”

Kai laughed, remembering Breck’s reaction. Deliciously exasperated. And so adorably flustered. He’d wanted to eat him up. “While what you’re assuming it was is all those things, what I was referring to wasn’t that.”

Breck’s expression said ‘do I look like an idiot?’

Kai smiled, amused, and shook his head. “It’s a tattoo.”

Breck stilled. Then lifted his brows. “Wait. Are you serious?”

Kai grinned. “I offered to show you.” He reached for his waistband. “And that offer still stands.”

Breck shook his head, tamping a laugh, and averted his gaze.

Kai sighed dramatically. “Alas, your loss. It’s quite the masterpiece.”

“Uh huh,” Breck mumbled. “A sight to behold.” His cheeks looked flushed.

Kai wondered if he was envisioning a peek down his pants.

His body tightened as he envisioned that, too. He could all but feel Breck’s smoldering gaze sliding over his dick...

Tugging on his collar, he reached for his tea. “What else did you do this weekend?”

Breck took another bite, but then frowned. “Went to my parents’,” he muttered, chewing. “That was fun.”

“You don’t get along?”

“It’s not that. My dad’s just… relentless. Like some nightmarish manager that I can’t fucking fire.”

Kai frowned. “My condolences.”

“Thanks.” Breck exhaled. And for a moment, it looked like he was going to vent. At the very last second though, he seemed to stop himself. “Anyway, then I hung out with Ned at the fitness facility. Playing racquetball.” His tone sounded grim. “Which was damn near as torturous as my visit with Dad.”

Kai laughed. “Why? I thought you liked sports.”

“Let’s just say I wasn’t feeling so hot.”

Kai frowned. He’d gotten drunk on Saturday, too? “Your poor liver.”

Breck shot him a glare. “Really? You’re gonna ride my ass like my old fucking man?”

Kai held up his hands. “I didn’t mean to offend.”

Breck clenched his jaw, then closed his eyes and exhaled slowly. “Sorry. I’m being a dick. I’m just… God, so stressed out all the time.” He met Kai’s gaze and feigned a half-hearted smile. “My liver’s great. It’s not that big of a deal.”

Kai nodded and resumed his meal.

Silence lingered. But then he sensed it; Breck’s tension dissipating as his headspace cleared.

His gaze slid back and settled on Kai’s face, those eyes like pools of chocolate reflecting the evening sun. Seeping in and filling Kai’s chest. Inundating his soul. Which shouldn’t make sense. Breck shouldn’t affect him so completely. But in this moment, Kai couldn’t find a reason to care. He’d relish the sensation while it lasted, then let it go.

Breck cleared his throat. “So, that guy you moved to New York with… Why’d he bail?”

Kai slowed in his chewing. Not exactly a subject he wanted to discuss.

“I mean, it doesn’t add up,” Breck continued. “Didn’t he know?”

“Didn’t he know what?”

Breck grinned and held his gaze. “That hot as fuck Japanese-Brazilians don’t come along every day.”

Kai quirked a brow. Put down his chopsticks. Cast him a look. “Are you fetishizing me?”

Breck stilled, then tensed all over. “Shit. God, no,” he sputtered. “I—”

“I’m kidding,” Kai laughed. “And thank you kindly. That was quite the compliment.”

Another of those smiles tugged at the corner of Breck’s lips. Just like that, the air between them settled back to easy.

“In all seriousness, though... What happened?” Breck asked again. “Between you and your man. How come it didn’t work out?”

“Hmm.” Kai looked away. Did he want to explain? Not really. But Breck had been open about his life. It seemed only fair. Formulating his words carefully, he dragged a hand through his hair. “Let’s just say that… with Ryan… ambition became a double-edged sword.”

Breck frowned, clearly not understanding. And Kai really had no desire whatsoever to elaborate. All things considered, there was a very real chance that Breck would end up taking Ryan’s side. If that was the case, he supposed it was better to hear it now, instead of down the road.

“Ryan wanted to be a model,” he began, “so New York City was the place to be. He kept bugging me to go with him, and though I didn’t want to, I finally did. We got moved in. A tiny place in Manhattan. In the beginning, it was cool. I didn’t mind it. But then he started coming home later and later after modeling class. After-hours parties every night of the week. At first, he’d bring me, too… but then… not so much. He started making headway, getting noticed, landing gigs. I was so fucking proud of him… but then he stopped taking me to his public events. One night, I came home early from work… and found him in our bed with two of his model friends.”

Kai feigned a smile. “Ryan hadn’t loved me. I’d merely been his support system as he climbed his way to the top.” He chuckled darkly. “That and the total dumbass willing to shoulder all the rent. I’d been happy to do it, though. Ryan was paying for schooling. I’d thought we were a team, but looking back…” He shrugged. “Everything had always revolved around him. We hadn’t been building our future together, he’d been building his.”

Breck didn’t respond for a long, quiet moment.

Kai’s stomach clenched. He’d said too much. Should’ve kept his mouth shut and—

“That dude,” Breck stated, “is a fucking idiot.”

Kai eyed him, heart clenching in his chest. Breck didn’t seem to be sympathizing with Ryan at all. Was it possible he wasn’t like him?

Kai offered a smile. “Jūnin toiro. Ten persons, ten colors.” When Breck stared at him blankly, he laughed. “A Japanese expression. Means to each their own.”

“Oh… Yeah, I guess,” Breck muttered.

“Besides, at the end of the day, it taught me a lot.”

“Like what?”

“Well, for one, that I’m better off without him.”

Breck liked that answer, going by the smile on his face. “I’d have to agree.” He took another bite—then abruptly moaned. “Goddamn. This salmon.” His eyebrows furrowed. “Fuckin’ melts in your mouth.”

Kai grinned and picked his chopsticks back up. “Next time, I’ll make you sushi.”

Breck slid him a look, something glinting in his eyes, as if maybe he liked the idea of there being a next time. “Sushi, huh? I’m detecting you’re big on seafood.”

“I am.”

“Well, FYI, I’m not a fan of uncooked fish.”

“Ever try it?”

“Nope. And I don’t ever plan to.”

Kai laughed. “I’ll start you off with something tame.”

Breck smiled. “As long as tame equates to the opposite of raw.”

The rest of their meal maintained the same easy energy—with Kai steadfastly resisting every urge to poke the bear. Because while Breck was entertaining as hell when flustered, he was far more attractive when he donned that smile. Besides, Kai had gotten another glimpse of him and was beginning to understand the reasons behind his short fuse. Breck was struggling under enormous pressure, his relationship with his dad only exacerbating his stress. The one person on this planet who shouldn’t be making his problems worse. And with that, Kai now found himself wanting to be Breck’s haven of peace.

Once they finished, Kai briskly cleaned up, then headed to the shelving unit and lit some incense. Sandalwood. Breck watched him with an air of anticipation, as if recalling how, at the start of their last session, Kai had begun things in the exact same way.

A prelude of sorts. And he’d be right.

Kai couldn’t stop the memories from surging back into his brain. Of Breck, bound and writhing. And then his beautiful release. He’d been so sublime. A gorgeous young male in his sexual prime. Blindfolded and panting, muscles taut, with his head cranked back. If only he knew what Kai had planned for him tonight. It’d make Friday’s little tryst look like a walk in the park.

Breck could handle it, though. Kai was confident.

And yet, there was only one way to find out if he’d enjoy it.

Meeting Breck’s gaze, Kai gestured toward the living room. “Time to begin.” He smiled wryly. “You ready for dessert?”

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Kora Knight, endeavoring to share with the world her impassioned stories of love, adventure, and sensual wonderment, her most recent delight being that of m/m erotic romance. Having just finished the paranormal romance, Forbidden, she will be continuing on with a handful of other projects, including the second novel-length spin-off to the Upending Tad series, featuring Breck and Kai.

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