Blurb:
Stark is too old to be selling himself,
or his services. He’s too set in his ways, too piled in grief, and well…it’s
been too long. But when your best friend is a big demanding drag queen, and
hosting the event, it’s impossible to say no. It’s one night, he convinces
himself, and then he can get back to his reclusive life.
Scotty can handle the club for one
night. It’s Christmas Eve after all, and the auction is for charity. If she saw
her ex she could deal with it, she hoped and it wasn’t like she had to bid on
anyone. But when she comes back from the bar she finds her best friend had
other plans, and now she has a date with a mysterious dominant.
Excerpt:
“Remember
boys and girls, this isn’t an auction for sex. You’re paying for a service
only.” Pinky paused and then said a little softer. “But I’m
not saying you can’t go wherever the night takes you, just had to get the fine
print out of the way. Can’t have the cops up my ass…I’d much rather have them on
their knees.” She winked and gave a little wave to the police chief sitting in
the front row, and the crowd ate it up. Their ‘little’ club was full to the
brim for
Christmas Eve.
“Shall
we get this party started?” Pinky raised the glass in her hand, and the rest of
the room joined her.
More
cheering, and my stomach flipped. The only thing worse than being a piece of
meat on stage was going to be having to spend a night with a stranger. He was
not good with strangers.
Pinky
started to announce the dominants and submissives to be auctioned. As he said
their names and preferred title, they did a lap of the catwalk. Most of them
were dolled up or oiled to the max. Stark couldn’t bring himself to let anyone
touch him with the stuff. He’d played along and was wearing the typical leather
pants. The rest he couldn’t stomach.
“Anderson Stark.”
When
his name was called, he moved a hand to smooth out his shirt, forgetting he
wasn’t wearing one. “Please god, let no one
notice me,” he mumbled as he stepped out under the lights.
About
J.R. Gray:
When not staying up all night
writing, J.R. Gray can be found at the gym where it's half assumed he is a
permanent resident to fulfill his self-inflicted masochism. A dominant and a
pilot, Gray finds it hard to be in the passenger seat of any car. He frequently
interrupts real life, including normal sleep patterns and conversations, to jot
down notes or plot bunnies. Commas are the bane of his existence even though
it's been fully acknowledged they are necessary, they continue to baffle and
bewilder. If Gray wasn't writing…well, that's not possible. The buildup of
untold stories would haunt Gray into an early grave, insanity or both. The idea
of haunting has always appealed to him. J.R. Gray is genderqueer and prefers
he/him pronouns.
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