Forged

Forged

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by Sean Michael
     
 

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Simon is not sure he'll ever find the right sub for him. His last relationship ended badly, but he's determined not to let it rule his life, so he heads for the Hammer, his favorite members only club. A man never knows what will come his way at the Hammer, and at least his friends there know and love him.

Big, buff cowboy Jeremy just got a job as a bouncer at the

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Simon is not sure he'll ever find the right sub for him. His last relationship ended badly, but he's determined not to let it rule his life, so he heads for the Hammer, his favorite members only club. A man never knows what will come his way at the Hammer, and at least his friends there know and love him.

Big, buff cowboy Jeremy just got a job as a bouncer at the Hammer, and he thinks Simon is the hottest thing he's seen in a long time. He'd never found a Dom who suits him, but Simon might just be the thing to cure his bedroom blues.

Their relationship heats up fast, but just as things seem to be as good as they can get, tragedy strikes. All of their friends from the Hammer gather to support Jeremy and Simon, but all of the support in the world might not be enough to make Jeremy let Simon in again. Can Simon hold it together long enough to convince Jeremy they're worth the effort, no matter what?

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ISBN-13:
9781603705875
Publisher:
Torquere Press
Publication date:
12/24/2008
Pages:
332
Sales rank:
524,230
Product dimensions:
5.00(w) x 8.00(h) x 0.69(d)

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Chapter One

"Servers wear rubber-soled shoes, Jeremy."

He could tell that Xavier was getting frustrated, and Jeremy shrugged, his shirt pulling over his shoulders. "I ain't a server, friend. I'm a bouncer. I'm wearing my boots and my hat."

Benny and Ike were just staring at him, mouths open, and he gave them a sympathetic look. He wanted the job, and he liked the joint, but he wasn't no little mouse in slacks and aprons and shit. It just was how it was.

"You're sure you want to work here?"

"Yessir. I ain't scared of working, but I ain't gonna wear that uniform deal." Hell, he had his good boots on, his pressed jeans.

Xavier sighed, grinned. "It's good thing you're beautiful, man."

"It's a gift." He rolled his eyes, grinned back. "So when do I start?"

"Tonight?"

"Works for me. I need to pay rent. Y'all live high on the dollar." Shit, he could have a mansion back home for what he was paying here. A mansion, a decent place to park his truck, real music on the radio...

Why was he here again?

Oh.

Right.

He looked at the sexual shit all over the stage. The whips. The cuffs. The leather. The hotness. Then there was school. The forge. And, again, the hotness. Yeah.

That was why.

Hooboy.

Now he just needed to find someone strong enough to ride him like he needed. After his shift.

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