What if you had everything in the world you wanted…except the man you never knew you needed"
Shaw Jennings, the seductive, enigmatic owner of Body Electric Tattoo works hard and plays even harder. He"s built a life he"s proud of, and though that doesn"t include a significant other, he"s got plenty of sexy men to keep his bed warm at night. None of them have ever made Shaw sit up and take notice for long, though. But that all changes when a famous rock star walks through his door.
Trent Knox had the world in the palm of his hand as the lead singer of TBD, one of the biggest rock bands in history"until the day he walked away. A getaway to South Haven Island seems like the perfect place for Trent to find himself again and reignite his passion for music. But what he never expects is to find his muse in a six-five, tatted-up badass whose sinful smile he can"t get out of his mind.
The only problem" Trent"s a notorious womanizer, and Shaw isn"t interested in being someone"s experiment"muse or otherwise. But in a town as small as this one, Shaw is finding it more and more difficult to keep the persistent rocker at arm"s length.
As the tension between them builds, maybe it"s time to finally give in and get carried away with something a little bit like…desire.
The novels in the South Haven Series are m/m romance standalones that focus on different couples. While each can be read out of order, reading A Little Bit Like Love (Book 1) first is recommended for maximum reading pleasure.Books by Author:Brooke Blaine Books
"WELL, WELL, WELL. If it isn"t my favorite muscle man here to crash the party," my longtime best friend Bash, short for Sebastian, said when he opened the door to his mansion and stepped outside.
For tonight"s festivities"a simple gathering of ravenous singles, or so I"d thought"Bash had gone full Victor/Victoria. With his ebony hair parted and slicked to a shine, he wore a perfectly fitted black tuxedo, complete with tails, on the right side of his body; on the left side, a silver beaded gown draped over his lithe frame and heavy shadow and liner enhanced his almond eyes.
I let out a low whistle at his appearance. "I didn"t realize this was a costume party. Should I go home and grab my toga""
"Not unless you"ve reverted to college." With an appraising eye, Bash circled me, running his hand lightly over my tailored navy jacket as he gave me a full inspection. "Did you pour yourself into this suit tonight, Shaw" I do believe you may rip this fine fabric." As he came around in front of me, he squeezed my bicep playfully.
I could feel the devil on my shoulder as I shot him a wicked smirk. "I sure hope so, but that all depends on who you brought for me to play with."
"Hmm. I thought this evening we could try something a little bit"different."
Bash"s teeth gleamed white and sharp as a wolf"s as he smiled savagely. "I have a surprise for you tonight, my friend. One I think you might enjoy immensely." With that, he pulled a blindfold out of his right pants pocket and twirled it around.
"That"s it" You want me blindfolded""
He tsked and shook his head.
"Okay. You want me blindfolded and""" I trailed off so he could finish my sentence, but he only chuckled.
"If I told you why, it wouldn"t be a surprise."
A shiver of anticipation ran up my spine, and my cock jerked behind the thin, fine wool of my pants. I hadn"t bothered with briefs tonight. There was no telling what he had planned"or who"but that was always the best part about these invite-only secret gatherings. Bash had a limitless arsenal of surprises up his designer sleeves.
"Then please do what you need to and lead the way," I said, ready to get inside and let out this past week"s worth of release on a hot, willing body.
"Ah-uh." Bash wagged an elegant finger, and the blue light on the terrace made the Swarovski crystals adorning his nails sparkle. "Before you can enter, you must say the magic word."
"No, I"m sorry, that is incorrect. You may try again, though."
"That"s not it either."
Someone"s in the mood to play games tonight. Crossing my arms over my chest, I narrowed my eyes on Bash"s exquisitely made-up face, searching for a hint of the word he wanted. The side of his lips that were painted crimson quirked slightly as he waited for my answer, and I took my time reading him. He was in a lighthearted mood, sure, but I watched for any tics, any small movement to show me where his head was at.
His arms crossed to match mine, and as he waited, his pointer finger tapped against his lips.
There"an obvious sign. Whether he realized it or not, his finger against his lips was the universal sign for "shh," so the word could be"secret" But then he also wanted me blindfolded" Private" Confidential" Undisclosed"
After a long moment, I had it: "Classified."
Bash"s dark eyes glittered in the night as he stepped forward in heels that put him close to my six-five frame. "Very good. Now, close your eyes."
I"d been inside Bash"s mansion enough times to know where he was taking me, even blindfolded. Through the front door, across the foyer, up the never-ending staircase. Walking down the hallway, I heard muffled sounds, as though there were people coupled up and already behind closed doors, and the further Bash took me, the louder the voices became. But there were no discernable words"it was more the breathless cries of men giving and receiving pleasure, and it made me hard as a fucking rock.
"Sounds like the party started without me," I said, a smile tipping my lips.
"Not where you"re going," he replied. I heard the sound of a handle being pressed down, felt the soft rush of air as a door opened and I was led inside, and then the click of the door shutting behind us. Whatever room he"d led me to was dead silent. We were alone.
Bash tapped the side of my blindfold lightly. "You"ll keep this on until you get inside," he said, keeping his voice low, as though he didn"t want anyone to hear him.
Ah, so I"d be going through yet another door. I wondered at all of this secrecy, since usually these parties were informal, and if we wanted to wander off with someone, we did. Eyes wide open and lights on.