Book two in the Rose and Thorn Society Series When Adam Reeve is drawn into the world of D/s he couldn't be happier - until his old lover returns, shocked to see Adam collared and vowing to win him back. Adam Reeve can't keep his eyes, or his hands, off the sexy new stud working out at Full Throttle Fitness. Adam's policy is not to jeopardise his job by having flings with clients, but tall and gorgeous Nick is too hard to resist. Plus, it's been a serious dry spell since Adam's long-time love, Mitch Silver, ...
Book two in the Rose and Thorn Society Series When Adam Reeve is drawn into the world of D/s he couldn't be happier - until his old lover returns, shocked to see Adam collared and vowing to win him back. Adam Reeve can't keep his eyes, or his hands, off the sexy new stud working out at Full Throttle Fitness. Adam's policy is not to jeopardise his job by having flings with clients, but tall and gorgeous Nick is too hard to resist. Plus, it's been a serious dry spell since Adam's long-time love, Mitch Silver, callously walked out on him. Nicolas Fontana is instantly captivated by the handsome personal trainer, sweet talking his way into Adam's bed and his heart. He doesn't tell his new love about his desire to dominate. Instead, he takes things slow, leading the less experienced man down the D/s path Nick craves. Mitch returns with thoughts of reclaiming Adam. He's amazed and surprised by the changes in his old lover's life. Sure, Nick is handsome and definitely hot. But Mitch would never let anyone dominate him. Never. Reader Advisory: This book contains explicit scenes of m/m intimacy, ménage, D/s, spanking and voyeurism. Publisher Note: The stories in this series are linked solely by theme. Each story can be read on it's own and the stories can be read in any order.
Jenna Byrnes could use more cabinet space and more hours in a day. She’d fill the kitchen with gadgets her husband purchases off TV and let him cook for her to his heart’s content. She’d breeze through the days adding hours of sleep, and more time for writing the hot, erotic romance she loves to read. Jenna thinks everyone deserves a happy ending, and loves to provide as many of those as possible to her gay, lesbian and hetero characters. Her favourite quote, from a pro-gay billboard, is “Be careful who you hate. It may be someone you love.”
The buzzer on Adam Reeve’s alarm clock sounded extraordinarily loud. He slapped at the box to silence it then laid his arm over his face, covering his eyes. When it buzzed again, he sat up with a jolt. Snooze button. He must have fallen back to sleep. Sure the alarm was really shut off this time, he settled back onto his pillow and glanced across the bed. Empty. At some point, Nick had slipped out. Adam sighed. Part of him felt a pang of regret, sorry his lover had gone, but another side of him oozed relief. After a long night of rakish sex, every inch of his body seemed used and abused. In a good way. Even after catching a few winks, he was still exhausted. With one hour until I have to be at work. Adam crawled out of bed and shuffled to the bathroom. He stood under the shower spray and let the water soothe his aching muscles. Nicolas Fontana had excited him from the moment they’d first laid eyes on each other at Full Throttle Fitness, the gym where Adam worked as a personal trainer. Lots of great looking guys exercised there, and plenty of them made no secret about the fact they were gay. Adam had only been employed there a year and a half, following his graduation from college with a kinesiology degree. For the first six months, he’d been in a committed relationship. Or so he’d thought. When his long-time lover, Mitch Silver, had left after almost five years together, Adam had been too hurt to think about dating anyone else. It had taken months to get over Mitch and several more months to realise he loved his job and didn’t want to jeopardise it by having sexual flings with clients. Until Nick. The new member’s muscular physique had been hard to miss. Adam had checked out his body first then his handsome face with its sharply chiselled nose and cheekbones. The stranger wore his black hair cut very short on the back and sides and longer on top. He started each workout with it slicked away from his face, but after an hour of stretching, straining, mind-numbing exercise, his black muscle shirt would be soaked with sweat and his bangs would hang in his eyes. The look twisted Adam’s shorts into a knot. The first time Adam had noticed, it had been all he could do not to follow the guy into the locker room and join him in the shower. For two days, Adam had stolen furtive glances and tried to control his burgeoning hard-on. On several occasions, he’d thought he’d caught the man checking him out, as well. Finally, Adam had taken the first step and initiated gym talk. Nicolas had jumped at the opportunity, chatting up a storm. After a few minutes listening to his sexy voice, Adam had been hooked. He would have bent over and let the man fuck him on a treadmill if that had been the only way to get him. Fortunately, Nick not only had felt the same, he’d had a little more self-control. They’d arranged to meet for drinks after Adam’s shift and had made it as far as a secluded corner of the bar’s car park before they’d been all over each other. They’d been intimate as often as possible those first two weeks. Nick was a busy executive for an organisation whose main objective seemed to be raising money for a local children’s hospital. Fundraisers sometimes required him to work late into the evenings, but he’d made time for Adam each day. Balancing his schedule with Adam’s rotating shifts at the gym was still tricky. Occasionally, it meant tugging off his jacket and necktie and meeting over the back of Adam’s sofa just long enough for a quick, yet satisfying, fuck. Merely thinking about sex with Nick had Adam’s cock throbbing in the shower. He stroked the skin back and forth a few times before remembering Nick had asked him not to masturbate. He’d made the request nicely, and Adam hadn’t questioned it. He understood his new lover wanted to be the one to satisfy his desires. After squeezing his shaft once more, he grinned and released it. Waiting was better. Nick would give him all the pleasure he needed, whenever he asked. He rinsed and left the glass enclosure then used a thick, plush towel to dry off. The friction caused his sensitised erection to twitch. I’m such a slut! Sex all night long, and I’m horny again. Only for Nick.