Tuesday, February 8, 2022

Teaser Tuesday - That Smooth Bastard

 The Dungeons & Doms trilogy is only 2 days away from being complete!!!!! I cannot freaking wait. Especially because it introduces the Hideaway and Javier. Although Dungeons & Doms has gotten a lot of love, it hasn't had enough readers for me to be able to justify continuing it as a series. But I'm not giving up on later-in-life romances! I am absolutely planning more, and quite a few of them are going to take place at the Hidaway =D 



Here's your final teaser before release day!:

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Aiden

Note to self: if Cyana and I are ever wronged at the same time by the same person, let her handle it.

Sometimes, it was easy to forget how frightening she could be.

Not that there were a lot of outward signs.

Aiden was a true Aries. His temper ran hot but fast. Cyana, on the other hand, was quiet in the scariest way imaginable. The moment he’d told her they were in the same room, her nostrils had flared, fire lit up her eyes, but her voice hadn’t changed when she’d stalked around him and went right up to Gavin, demanding to know what the hell he’d done.

Of course, Gavin was the one who had handled the reservations. The bastard.

Even though he was upset, he was a first-class idiot. He was hurt Cyana was also pissed about having to share space with him. He wasn’t unaware of the hypocrisy. He just didn’t know how to change it.

“It’s not actually the same room. It’s a suite, and you each have your own room,” Gavin protested… again, but as far as Aiden was concerned, that was the same thing. “We didn’t know when we made the reservation that it would be an issue.”

With his hands up in the air in a position of surrender, Gavin’s placating tone was getting nowhere with Cyana. Next to him, Leah was shifting nervously, her eyes darting between them and looking guilty. Yeah, Aiden bet there had been some ulterior motives behind that choice.

Although… the reservations had been made weeks ago, long before their friends knew. He wouldn’t put it past them to have changed the reservations, though.

“What made you think we’d want to share a suite at a kinky resort?” Arms crossed over her chest, Cyana tapped her foot, looking like a strict teacher chastising a student.

Aiden’s brain supplied him with an image of her in a tight pencil skirt and button-down shirt, silvery hair in a bun, wearing glasses, and his cock perked up. The damn thing was like a moth to her torch, and it didn’t seem to care immolation was not only possible but likely.

“Not want to, maybe, but at the time, it seemed like a good idea.” Gavin shrugged helplessly.

“Excuse me, is there a problem I can help with?” Javier Rios slid into the conversation with a smoothness that made Aiden scowl. He wasn’t threatened by the man—despite the superficial similarities in their hairstyles, he knew the two of them would appeal to an entirely different kind of woman—but he didn’t like the way the man looked at Cyana/ She wasn’t a submissive, and every inch of Javier screamed ‘Dom,’ so he had no business running his eyes over her with appreciation.

There were some Doms who had a seriously backward mindset about women dominants and saw them as a challenge to be put in their place. Dominants like that didn’t last long at the Outlands. As the owner, Gavin didn’t put up with that shit at his club, but they weren’t at the Outlands. They were at the Hideaway, and who knew what was going through Javier’s mind.

Hypocritical much? You wanted to dominate her.

Yeah, but for him, it hadn’t been about dominating Cyana—as he’d proven when he’d gone through with his lost wager—it had been about Cyana, period, which made it completely different.

“My friend here booked two of us in the same suite without asking us how we felt about the matter,” Cyana drawled, her obvious displeasure practically dripping from her voice. “Do you have an extra room one of us can move to?”

“I am so sorry, but we are fully booked this weekend.” Was it Aiden’s imagination, or was Javier’s accent even more pronounced? Jealousy, pure and simple, shot through him as the man reached out to take Cyana’s hand, covering it with his other hand as he stared almost mournfully at her. “I wish I could help, but I cannot. I can assure you will find plenty of areas here that will give you all the privacy you require.”

The smooth bastard still hadn’t let go of her hand.

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