“This book was delicious!” Dirty Dining New Excerpt!

5 stars: THIS BOOK WAS DELICIOUS!! Beginning to end, I adored the heck out of the absolutely sexy, filthy, fun kinky book. — V. Rundell (full review)

 

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Excerpt

Jeremy’s lab work kept him so busy he didn’t have time to think about Brice during the days. But at night it was a different matter. Even though Brice had made it clear he thought of Jeremy as more than an object to display, he still couldn’t wipe away the unexpected sense of humiliation when Brice spun him around to show him off to the other men. It gnawed at him, day and night.

But the loneliness each night as Jeremy wondered what Brice was doing served as a powerful reminder that the emotional attachment he’d developed hadn’t changed as a result of Brice’s single moment of insensitivity. Nothing would keep him from keeping their Saturday date. He dressed with particular care to his appearance and headed for the city.

He’d been to the Java Café before, but he’d forgotten how bad the delays on the N-Judah line were, and the longer the ride took, the worse his stomach knotted. Finally, he arrived and glanced in the window, knowing how much it would hurt if Brice wasn’t there. The clock on the wall told him he was ten minutes late. The coffee shop buzzed with activity. People who had just been to the beach had the rosy-red glow from the brisk salty breezes that washed over Ocean Beach in the afternoon.

His gaze went from table to table. Then his heart trembled when he spotted Brice in the far corner. A nearly empty glass of tea sat in front of him. He wore a tan zip-up jacket, and he had the fresh windswept look, chestnut hair mussed. It was the look of someone who would be right at home at the helm of a sailboat skimming across the waves, heading out to sea under the Golden Gate Bridge.

Brice had come. He really wanted Jeremy, wanted something besides what they had at the club. Excitement made him race inside, and the look of joy on Brice’s face as he spotted Jeremy, meant he’d made the right decision.

Brice stood and pulled Jeremy to him and planted a definitive kiss on his lips. It stayed tame, but no one in the place could doubt Brice’s feelings. Certainly not Jeremy. He let himself be swept up in the moment.

When they separated, Jeremy noticed the creases around Brice’s bloodshot eyes, mostly from the same sleeplessness plaguing Jeremy.

“I didn’t think you’d—” they both began, then self-consciously stopped and sat down.

Jeremy didn’t want to rehash their last meeting. Instead, he said, “You promised me a romantic walk on the beach and a beautiful sunset.”

Obvious relief flooded Brice’s face. “If the clouds cooperate. But I can’t guarantee the sunset won’t be more than a red glow.”

“I won’t hold the weather against you.” Heavy fog typified this westernmost part of San Francisco. Even in the summer, there were days the locals never saw the sun.

“Let’s go.” Brice stood and put some cash on the table before threading his arm around Jeremy’s.

They crossed the street, heading into the strong breeze coming off the ocean. Little billows of sand blew across the Great Highway as they made their way to the beach. It was a lovely day, or at least it was to Jeremy. They strolled hand in hand, Brice stopping practically every ten feet to kiss him. On Jeremy’s romance scale of one to ten, it hit eleven.

Kids flying kites raced past, and a few windsurfers in wetsuits braved the elements for the last waves of the day. When they reached the end of the beach near the zoo, Jeremy didn’t want to start back. He was too happy here and now.

Streaks of pink, orange, and red spilled across the sky as they made their way along the beach. The families and surfers had left, replaced by others strolling and enjoying the evening spectacle in the sky. Soon the evening fog would take over again, but for now it was clear and beautiful.

“You’re cold.” Brice stopped walking and pulled his jacket off.

“I’m fine.” Jeremy hadn’t even noticed the wind had picked up until now. He was wearing a long-sleeved shirt, but it wasn’t particularly warm. He dug in his messenger bag for a jacket and found only a dark blue Cal sweatshirt.

“You’re shivering. That’s not enough. The jacket’s warmer.” Brice took the sweatshirt and tugged the bag off Jeremy’s shoulder. Then he helped him into the tan jacket. It had a thin lining of something incredibly warm. The fabric was smooth and felt wonderful. Like all of Brice’s clothes, it was high quality and probably cost what Jeremy earned in a week.

“Thanks. What about you?”

Brice pulled the sweatshirt over his head. Jeremy reached up to draw hair out of Brice’s eyes, and Brice grabbed his hand and brought it to his mouth for a sweet kiss. “I’m perfect. That jacket looks good on you.”

“Really?” Jeremy had never paid much attention to his own clothes. Not many grad students did, especially in the sciences. It had never been an issue before. Now he was suddenly conscious of how much separated his life from Brice’s.

“Yeah. Now let’s get moving. I’m famished.” Brice took hold of Jeremy’s hand and tugged him along as they broke into a slow jog. With the wind whipping across his face and the sand soft beneath his feet, he found the sprint exhilarating. His heart was pounding, and he was a little winded when Brice slowed down. “It’s a block from the beach. Let’s cross.”

“Good. Now I’m starving too.” Jeremy’s words came out between short breaths.

“God, you sound so damn sexy when you’re breathless. Gives me chills.”

“I told you not to give me your jacket.”

“That’s not the kind of chills I meant.” Brice put an arm around Jeremy’s waist as they waited to cross the Great Highway. When the light changed, Jeremy pulled Brice into a run, even though they had plenty of time to cross the six lanes.

 

Blurb

 

Jeremy Linden’s a PhD student researching an HIV vaccine. He’s always short of money, and when biotech startup PharmaTek reduces funding for his fellowship, he’s tempted to take a job at a men’s dining club as a serving boy. The uniforms are skimpy, and he’s expected to remove an item of clothing after each course. He can handle that, but he soon discovers there’s more on the menu here than fine cuisine. How far will he go to pay his tuition, and will money get in the way when he realizes he’s interested in more from one of his gentlemen?

 

Brice Martin is an attorney for a Silicon Valley venture capital firm. When he’s asked to take a client to the infamous Dinner Club, he finds himself unexpectedly turned on by the atmosphere and especially by his server, Remy. He senses there’s more to the sexy young man than meets the eye. The paradox fascinates him, and he can’t get enough of Remy.

 

Their relationship quickly extends beyond the club and sex. But the trust and affection they’ve worked to achieve may crumble when Jeremy discovers Brice’s VC firm is the one that pulled the plug on PharmaTek—and Jeremy’s research grant.

 

 

About EM Lynley

EM Lynley writes gay erotic romance. She loves books where the hero gets the guy and the loving is 11 on a scale of 10. A Rainbow Award winner and EPIC finalist, EM has worked in high finance, high tech, and in the wine industry, though she’d rather be writing hot, romantic man-on-man action. She spent 10 years as an economist and financial analyst, including a year as a White House Staff Economist, but only because all the intern positions were filled. Tired of boring herself and others with dry business reports and articles, her creative muse is back and naughtier than ever. She has lived and worked in London, Tokyo and Washington, D.C., but the San Francisco Bay Area is home for now.

She is the author of Sex, Lies & Wedding Bells, the Precious Gems series from Dreamspinner Press, and the Rewriting History series starring a sexy jewel thief, among others.

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