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Happy release day to my favorite bisexual menaces!! Dubious is here and ready to blow your hair back. In it, I take Wes, Adam, and Troy on a wild ride that includes strategic seduction, kidnapping, trauma bonding, and a little good old fashioned gay throuple Bed and Breakfast real estate shopping (is that a thing? I'm making it a thing), so you're in for a good time.

If you read Switch, I did a pretty decent job of making everyone hate Wes. Or at the very least, making folks want to slap him around a little. Well, in that same book, Wes crashed a brunch full of escorts, and Adam and Troy took notice. They decided they wanted him.

AND THEN they started calling Wes Kitten. 😳🤯💀💀💀💀

NSFW Excerpt from Dubious:

Wes rubs a hand across his forehead. “Look, guys. This is pointless. I told you I don’t have a problem with—”

I don’t give him a chance to finish. Little does Wes realize, this entire time he’s been arguing with us, he’s also been stepping backward. Adam and I have matched him inch for inch until he’s practically cornered in this way-back section of the locker room that hardly ever gets used.

There’s a bench seat running between the lockers for people to sit on, put their shoes on, or whatever. He stumbles back and sort of awkwardly lands sideways.

“What the fuck are you…?” He doesn’t finish. Instead, he glances around with wide eyes like he’s only now realizing he’s alone with us.

“Look, whatever this is—”

Adam, who almost always knows how to read me, puts a hand on Wes’s shoulder. He’s got a pretty strong grip for someone on the leaner side, and I sort of envy the way his fingers dig into the place where Wes’s neck meets his shoulder.

Wes winces a little, but he doesn’t protest. If anything, I could swear his shoulders relax under Adam’s grip.

Iiiinteresting.

Encouraged, I straddle the bench in front of him, grabbing one of his legs to pull it over to the other side so we’re mirroring each other. Then I scoot forward, hooking each of my legs over each of his, effectively putting us crotch to crotch.

Wes’s eyes widen. I swear I can hear his breath catch.

It takes a lot to surprise me, but I’m surprised right now. I expected protesting on Wes’s part, like an enhanced game of gay chicken where at some point he’d tell us to back the fuck off, maybe even threaten to throw hands. I most certainly figured that would happen before I got close enough to grind my dick against his.

But Wes isn’t saying no. He’s staring, lips parted and breathing shallow. I’d bet my classic convertible that the heat in his wide blue eyes is genuine.

There’s no way I can resist kicking the tires on this situation a little. See how far he’ll let things go before he asks us to knock it off. So I grab hold of his upper thigh. He coughs in surprise, but there’s a groan underneath. It’s not clear to me whether Wes knows what he wants, but I know. Adam and I get paid a lot of money to give men what they crave. We’re damn good at it.

“Adam, keep a lookout.”

 “Got it,” my best friend murmurs. With one hand he adjusts his grip on Wes, and with the other he takes a slurp of his smoothie.

We’ve basically broadcast to the man between us loud and clear that we’re about to fuck with him, and yet? Every bit of him eases back against Adam. So, he hates that his brother is a sub but doesn’t seem to realize he’s basically got the same bent?

When I reach for his fly, he seems to wake up a little.

“What the hell are you—”

He cuts himself off. I’m already pulling him out, stroking him rough and dirty. My hands are callused from side jobs working construction, and I don’t have any lube on me. Still, Wes is no wilting violet.

Imagine my excitement when a strained “Oh, God” comes out of his mouth. I do love being right.

For a second, he goes somewhere in his head. There’s a visible shift from a man in the moment feeling good to one who’s caught up in something else. It happens right before he goes to cover his dick as if he’s ashamed.

Nah. We’re not doing that today. Besides, I’ve seen all kinds of bodies, and the dick is never the problem. If anything, it’s the person the dick is attached to that’s a problem.

“Chill, Westy. Sit back. Let me make you feel good.”

“It’s Wes,” he groans. Does he press his head back against Adam, though? Do his eyes flutter closed for a second? Sweet hell, yes he does, and yes they do.

He bites his lips together as I touch him, only here and there making a quiet moan or a hiss. Whether he wants to admit it out loud or not, he likes this.

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PS I'm doing a little paperback giveaway for Dubious - if you've reviewed the book (or are going to), just reply to this email with a vendor link (Amazon, B&N, Kobo, etc) to your review, and you will be entered to win a signed paperback. It doesn't have to be a gushy over the top 5 star review, just an honest one. Though if you really didn't like the book, I guess you probably wouldn't want another copy of it anyway. 🤔 Deadline for entries is May 17th, and on the 18th I'll use my spiffy random number thingie to pick a winner. 🖤

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I've got a new short story up on Patreon. If you've read Blackmail, you might remember that Brennan saved Simon's life the night he ran away from his family, and that later the two had a brief hookup. Simon's way of saying thank-you, if you will. Well, I decided to go ahead and write that down (type it out, I guess?). It's written from Brennan's point of view, which was a lot of fun because that's the first time I've really gotten into his head. One of these days I'm going to have to write him a book, I think. 😊

The story is in two parts, because Patreon requires that I keep the sexy times behind the paywall, but you can read part 1 for free.

Happy release day and happy reading!!!!!!!

Beth Christopher

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