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Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Romance
Description: Denny's friend Drake is a hard core top in the BDSM world, while Cain's friend Jeren is a graphic artist who does horror books and lives on cigarettes and coffee with the occasional whiskey thrown in. They couldn't be more different. Still, Denny and Cain (Cherry Sours, Licorice Whips) think their friends would be great together and they set them up at a dinner party. Now that they've met, will Drake and Jeren prove Denny and Cain right? And could they burn hotter for each other than even their friends know?
eBook Publisher: Torquere Press/Birthstone, 2011 www.torquerepress.com
eBookwise Release Date: July 2011

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [78 KB]
Words: 16738
Reading time: 47-66 min.

"Drake. Good to see you, man."

He nodded, grinned. "Denny. Smells like steak."

"You know it." His old friend was looking good -- muscled, solid, happy with the world. "How's it hanging?"

"Good. You're looking very settled."

Denny shrugged. "It's a good life. Cain's blossoming. You meet Jeren?"

"The hungry blond? We weren't formally introduced."

"Name's Jeren Mattheson. Works with Cain."

"Looks like he needs a dozen of your steaks." Maybe two dozen. Of course, Jeren had looked hungry for more than just food.

"He won't eat three bites of the one I give him."

One of his eyebrows rose. That boy had been skinny with a capital S. Hungry in so many ways he couldn't even count.

Denny shrugged, smiled. "He lives on nicotine, caffeine, and the periodic whiskey. Cain says he's brilliant."

"Ah, yes, the crazy artist role." He grinned. He believed in order, discipline.

Denny's look was pure wickedness. "Indeed. He's a firecracker."

"Here is your beer, Drake. Love, would you like anything?" Little Cain came out, beaming at Denny.

Very cute. Very sweet. Saccharine.

And Denny was up to something, Drake could tell.

Denny shook his head. "You two set the table. We'll be there in a minute."

Cain nodded, headed in, ass swaying.

"You're up to something, my friend." Drake wasn't one to pussyfoot around.

"Just making food."

Uh-huh. Right. Drake was going to beat the man's ass. "That's why you sent the boys back into the house."

Denny lifted an eyebrow. "Are you suggesting I have an ulterior motive?"

"I'm doing more than just suggesting it."

Denny flipped a huge t-bone. "He needs help. You haven't had a boy in two years."

"A set-up. You're setting me up." He was a little stunned at Denny's audacity.

"Not at all. I simply put an opportunity in front of you."

That was a set-up, right?