Friday, November 21, 2014

'David's Selfie' by Daisy Harris


When David, a single father, vows to get laid just once before the year ends, he doesn’t figure on losing his cell phone—and with it one very revealing picture. Lucky for him, his phone is found by a disarmingly handsome man who might be perfect for the kind of casual Christmas fling David is after.

Go-go dancer Craig never would have guessed that the guy with the cute cock shot would turn out to be a doctor. Or that he’d find himself lying about his night job and worrying David will find out the truth. To complicate matters, each of their hook-ups requires days of planning. Yet before he knows it, Craig has a new boyfriend, and possibly a whole new family.

David’s ready to dive head-first into something new, but if Craig’s going to commit, he’ll need to come clean about his job, his past, and—most of all—the naughty picture that drew him to David in the first place.

Warning: Call your doctor if after six hours you still can’t get the grin off your face.

Read an excerpt:
“Listen, I can’t take you to my place—” 
“Yeah, I get it. Because you have a kid.” 
“Well, if she was asleep, maybe it would be okay...” That was stretching the truth, but David didn’t want Craig feeling offended. “My sister-in-law is there and...” 
“No. I get it.” Craig’s hand fisted on top of the car, but it seemed more in frustration than anger. 
“I can give you a ride home...” God, David wished he could kiss Craig. He could get off for weeks on the memory. 
“Okay.” Craig’s answer was measured, his eyes burning. He slid into the passenger seat.
David followed, but before he could get the key into the ignition, Craig caught his wrist and dragged him closer. 
There was only a second of hesitation, the air ripe between them in the dark car, and Craig’s lips were on David’s. Firm, but softening. Savory from their dinner, and scratchy with stubble.

David palmed Craig’s arms, then his chest. Every part of him was strong and thick, smelling of menthol and musk. 
Craig cupped the base of David’s skull. “Let’s park somewhere.” 
Distracted by unbuttoning Craig’s shirt, David took a few seconds to process Craig’s words. “We are parked.” He bit his way down Craig’s neck. Knowing the name of each muscle didn’t diminish the magic of feeling strength under skin. 
Craig urged David away. “I mean, at a park or something.” 
“Where?” David twisted to get back into his seat. He’d fooled around with guys in college. Boys, really. But Craig was a man. Something he had fantasized about but never had. He couldn’t wait to feel under Craig’s clothes. 
“Arboretum? Or maybe down by the water.” Craig’s shirt was unbuttoned to reveal a chest with a smattering of finely clipped hair. 
“Yeah. Okay.” As David’s brain unscrambled, he thought of a stretch of road that would be deserted. Granted, they’d probably have to share the space with the occasional drug dealer, but David didn’t care so long as he tasted more of Craig’s skin. 
They drove in silence. David was breathing hard, and he couldn’t slow his heartbeat. For once he didn’t worry about whether he’d brought his inhaler. Lightheaded, jittery and more excited than he could remember being in ages, David drew the car to a stop and put it in park. 
“Fuck.” Craig reached across again, grabbing a fistful of David’s hair and hauling him into a kiss.

Author Bio:

Born into the psychedelic wonder that was the 70s, Daisy Harris has had an interesting life so far. She’s been to Catholic school and Ramones concerts; danced to MC Hammer and Lady Gaga; and been a hair’s breadth from shipwreck twice. (Three times, if you count sea kayaks!)

As far as Daisy’s concerned, the best things in life happen by accident. Though she’s gotten better at planning over the years, she still writes, lives and plays by the seat of her pants. Her books are a happy mix of romantic comedies and coming of age stories, more often than not, inspired by the great films of the 1980s.

Daisy lives in Seattle in a house full of dogs and children. When she’s not writing gay romance, she can be found experimenting with new ways to cook kale.

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