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Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77611 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 388(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)

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Ever been snowed in with the man you can't forget?

Yeah, that never happens. In real life, middle school teachers who get lost in blizzards become cautionary tales. So how am I trapped in this honeymoon-themed cabin with the sexy beast I sort-of hooked up with at a Finn’s Pub Christmas party months ago? If this was fiction, they’d call my movie Skinny Winnie and the Ski Lodge Mistake.

I shouldn’t even be on this mountain, but when I find out why he is, things really start to feel like something out of my favorite Turkish telenovela. As the only anti-commitment member of my fearsome foursome friend group, I have no business getting cozy and domestic with the mysterious Michael. But between intimate confessions, gourmet treats and life-altering orgasms, I find myself wanting to believe in happily-ever-afters.It could be a trap. But what if it isn’t?

explicit m/m sex, a little baking and a lot of references to musicals, subtitled soap operas, and weird history trivia #socialstudiesproblems

Author note* This book is a standalone, but catches up and references characters and storylines from both The Finn Factor and Finn’s Pub Romance series. Get comfy. A binge-read might be in order

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CHAPTER ONE

WIN

Normally, there’s nothing I love more than hanging out at Finn’s Pub with my friends, especially around the holidays. They have good music, great beer and the kind of welcoming atmosphere that made us regulars in the first place.

Tonight is not normal.

It’s an event. A happening. Something that went viral online and turned this manageably popular establishment into an ugly-sweater rave.

Okay, it’s not that bad. The band is on fire, there’s mistletoe and Christmas lights everywhere, and at least five sexy Santas are currently line dancing to that “Tipsy” song as I speak. I probably could have gotten into the spirit if my friends weren’t so distracted and upset.

And my recent decision wasn’t to blame for it.

“Got a word problem for you, Coach,” I say casually to Connor, who’s tipsy himself after one too many free beers tonight. “Four objectively hot friends attend Queen Calamity’s Rockin’ Christmas Party. All caps intended. One is currently on the dance floor getting her groove on while the other three hold down a high top, thankfully close to the bar. One of the three is antisocial, another is ogling the women at the bar instead of talking to them, and the third—the one they dragged out to supposedly celebrate the start of his teaching sabbatical—is wallflowering in solidarity. Of those original four, how many are getting any action tonight? I’ll give you a hint: The number is less than two.”

Val manages a ghost of a smile while Connor attempts a stare down across the table. “Is that a dare, Mr. Winston?”

“Mr. Winston has left the building. This is Win, your favorite wingman, telling you to get out there and actually talk to one of those ladies you’ve been staring at for hours. Maybe even ask her to dance.”

He slides off his stool, leaning on the table for balance before lifting his beer. “Fine. Raise a glass to freedom or whatever.”

I choke on a laugh at the petulant delivery and tap my beer against his and then Val’s water glass in approval. “If you really loved me, you’d drop the ‘or whatever’ and sing that line so I can save it to my phone. ‘Coach Lafferty does Hamilton’ would tell the story of tonight. Our students would love it.”

He downs his drink, wiping the foam off his upper lip with the back of his hand when he’s finished. “You’re leaving me and our students alone for the rest of the school year, so you can take whatever musical references you get. Now excuse me while I ask those ladies at the bar to dance. Game on.”

“I said one of them, not all of them,” I call as he makes his way to the bar with an impressive amount of swagger. “He’s acting like I’m breaking our lease, canceling our friendship and moving to Greenland or something. He understands that I’m not actually going anywhere, doesn’t he?”

“In case you hadn’t noticed, he’s drunk.” Val’s reply is so deep and soft I have to lean closer to hear him over the band. “And he’s still in shock. I’m still in shock, and I’m not the roommate connected to you at the hip. I can’t believe you waited until last week to tell us.”

“I wasn’t sure it was going to be approved until then.”

“You didn’t even mention the fact that you were thinking about it. That isn’t like you.”

He’s right; I do always tell them everything. Honestly, I’m as stunned by my own behavior as they are. I think I kept it to myself for so long because I didn’t believe I’d actually go through with it. But here we are. With the start of this winter break, I’m officially on sabbatical. I don’t have a classroom to prepare, lesson plans to get a head start on, or parent-teacher meetings scheduled after the holidays. I’m free.

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"Lemon Crush hit me in all the feels. One of the BEST books I've read in years, with a heroine that speaks to ALL women." Mari Carr, NY Times & USA Today bestselling author

When life gives you Lemons…shut up and drive.

August Retta
I’ve been mourning my mother’s death for over a year, but with an endless case of writer’s block about to slam up against my last deadline extension, something’s got to give. When my sister flies off on The Trip we were supposed to take together, I come up with a brilliant plan (or a mid-life crisis flavored s**t sandwich—jury’s still out) to put Mom’s backyard apartment up for rent. Then I’ll use the money to enter her VW in a wacky amateur car race, 24 Hours of Lemons, so that I can honor her memory and leave town on a high note. Because I am leaving town—again—and this time the fresh start will stick.

Playing landlady to my childhood crush? Not part of the plan.

Wade Hudson
I’ve wanted August Retta for years, but the timing has never been right. Now the apartment is for rent, which means this is my last chance to answer that “What if?” question before August gets away for good. To get close to her, I’ll have to change my slow, methodical way of doing things and take a few more risks. If that means welcoming her to the racing team I’ve been the reluctant mechanic on for the last five years? So be it.

Or maybe I need a better plan. With the Lemons race insanity, our invasive family and friends, and the Retta Rules in play? We might not make it to the finish line with both our hearts intact.

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AUGUST

Lemon: a person or thing, especially an automobile,

regarded as unsatisfactory, disappointing, or defective.

“No, Myrtle. Come on, baby, don’t do this to me,” I begged under my breath when my old Honda—who’d never given me any trouble before—started spewing steam on the other side of my windshield.

Based on the red warning lights on the dashboard and the sickly-sweet fumes wrinkling my nose, there was some major what-the-fuckery going on under the hood that I didn’t have time for. Particularly now, when I was driving into one of the busiest airports in the country at zero-dark-thirty in the morning.

Welcome to my life.

“You need to find a place to pull over,” my sister ordered from the back seat.

Did I mention I had passengers expecting to reach a destination? Because I loved having witnesses to humiliating and potentially hazardous events in my life. It was the best.

With my pulse pounding in my ears, I gripped the steering wheel so tightly my hands started going numb. “I’ll pull over when we get to your terminal.”

“Morgan’s right.” My brother-in-law shifted his large frame in the seat beside me, trying to watch both me and the road while typing furiously on his phone. “You should stop before the engine seizes or you crack the block.”

Was he just making up terms to confuse me now? What the hell was a block and how was I cracking it? “There’s no place to pull over yet, but we’re almost there. Two more minutes, Gene.”

Said every pilot who ever crashed into the ground a half-mile short of the runway.

Not the right time to think about planes crashing!

“This might give us two minutes,” Gene said, cranking on the heater to full blast. When a wave of hot air gushed into the car, I let out an undignified whine and rolled down the windows. Now we were all overheating.

I heard the click of a seatbelt releasing and then Morgan was inserting herself between our seats. “August, you don’t have to prove anything to me. I know you’re⁠—”

“I’m not trying to prove anything,” I gritted out between clenched teeth. “I’m trying to concentrate.”

That was a dirty lie. I had absolutely strong-armed her into letting me take them to the airport this morning to prove I was happy about them going to Italy, followed by a cruise through the Mediterranean, without me. And I really was.

Mostly. I was mostly happy about it. The part of me that wasn’t had obviously alerted the karma police.

“This is what you get.”

Exactly. I should have considered the state my car might be in after barely driving it for well over a year. The state I might be in, when simply taking the airport exit had given me a nerve-jangling case of déjà vu, and promised a full-on panic attack in my very near future if I thought about where they were going without me. And why.

“Pull in there.” Morgan pointed at the United Airlines sign ahead. “Look where I’m pointing, August. There’s a spot opening up right there.”

Putting on my blinker, I craned my neck to see around her and, miracle of miracles, a guy in a Prius let us into the drop-off lane.

“Thank you!” I cried as I pulled to the curb, shifted into park and cut off the overheating engine with a groan that was as much resignation as relief. Now that we’d made it, I could finally admit the obvious to everyone.

“I’m cursed.”

“You’re not cursed,” Morgan said in a voice that suddenly sounded very far away. “Don’t be so dramatic.”

“I’m a writer. It comes with the territory.” I wrote about curses all the time, and this was what I’d imagined a few of them felt like.

You were a writer, before The Great Block turned you into a human doorstop.

Everyone’s a critic.

Before that doorstop situation, I came to the airport all the time without having a problem. Usually when I was the one flying off to interesting places, like New York, Reno or Atlanta, for promotional events and conferences.

Those were my halcyon days. The good old days of wine, roses and word counts.

The only glitch in that golden-oldies’ rewind was the time I came home early from a signing and found the man I’d wasted the last of my thirties on with a pretty young photographer that I’d introduced him to. I’d bought him headshots to help his stalled acting career as an anniversary present. All he’d gotten for me was a disturbing visual I could never unsee, because cliches existed for a reason.

That was the beginning of my downhill slide. Whenever I was in the mood to punish myself with a doom scroll, I’d look up pics of his photogenic family on social media. He had a wife, twins and one commercial for shingles to add to his resume now. Good for you, dickweasel.

In fairness to the no-drama crowd, leaving my bed at five in the morning to drive my sister and her husband to the airport—an excessive four hours before their flight—wasn’t exactly in the same category as discovering a cheating partner mid-flagrante. Still, there was a direct line from that moment to this.

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From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author R.G. Alexander Can you be Fearless? Rory Finn used to have a sinful reputation and a fetish for a certain kind of man–the straighter the better. But since the Mistletoe Meltdown, he’s turned over a new leaf…just in time for his two best friends to start breaking one of the few rules they had–with each other. The past haunts him, but if he can find the courage to trust them with his heart, and his secrets, he can have the kind of love he’s always needed…from the two people he’s always craved. Warning: This book has male/male/male nookie. (Gay for you, Pan for you, Bi for you, Try for you.) That’s right, three sexy guys, nerdy references, vampire love triangle obsessions and a game of X-rated trivia that everybody wins. I won’t bother listing all the things they do to each other. If you’ve read the warning to this point and you know the Finn Factor series at all? You can probably guess. some sensitive elements-past trauma
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Chapter One

“Dude, do not throw up in this car.”

“If you’d stop talking about it I might stop thinking about it,” Rory grumbled at the back of the driver’s bowl-shaped haircut, wishing for the millionth time he’d accepted his cousin Stephen’s invitation to join some of the family for pizza instead of meeting his friend Rig at a bar.

Precocious twin toddlers and nosy personal questions aside—free food had its charm. But no. He’d made a bad decision, culminating in this unfriendly ride home via an Uber loser.

How had he sunk so low? Here he was, a grown-ass man who could drive anything and knew each backstreet, shortcut and traffic light in town—as any self-respecting ambulance jockey should—yet he was currently at the mercy of some paranoid stranger whose dashboard sported more than one animated bobble head, all of them nodding manically as if to say, “You’re right to worry, this guy’s nuts.”

He should have called a damn taxi instead of letting Rig use the app, but at least Little Lord Phobic-of-Bodily-Fluids was taking Rory’s mind off the fucktastic news he’d gotten tonight.

“I didn’t plan it, Rory.”

He didn’t plan on his heart breaking, either. Shit happens.

His phone vibrated in his pocket and he fumbled for it with fingers that felt clumsy and awkward. Maybe it was Rig texting to tell him his confession had been pure mind-fuckery. A prank between old friends. A lie so ridiculous it sounded like the truth.

But he wasn’t that lucky.

Everything okay?

Resentment and relief flooded him simultaneously when he saw the familiar name pop up on his screen. David Mills. What were the odds? Rory wondered if his ears were ringing after being discussed all night.

It was too much to hope that he’d just been on his mind.

He sighed, automatically adding regret to his mixed bag of emotions-starting-with-R. Regret was like Jell-O when it came to David lately. There was always room for more.

Was everything okay? No. Everything was the opposite of okay. To put it in terms even geek-boy David could understand, the planet of Okay was in a different solar system now, and they might not see it again in their lifetime.

The reason might have to do with the fact that while Rory had been reevaluating his life and trying to be a better man, his two best friends—his wingmen—had gone flying without him. Together.

Together.

So no. Not okay.

He replied before he could stop himself, trying to keep it light. Sure. Great. Why wouldn’t it be?

David was already responding. I heard you drank the club dry. Worried, man. Remember? Senior Prom is Poison?

“A man gets his stomach pumped one time and he never lives it down,” Rory muttered, rolling his eyes.

Rig must have dialed David as soon as he’d tossed Rory into this Lysol-dowsed clown car. Did he tell him why he’d been drinking? Did he have any idea what Rig had been admitting to? Had they planned it together?

Were they officially together?

No. David would have told him that to his face. Believing anything else would break him.

His phone buzzed again. Still there, Roar?

His throat went dry at the nickname David had given him the first time he’d seen Rory dressed in his mascot gear. “Hold that Tiger. See Rory Roar!” It brought back memories of laughter and unrequited adoration. He blamed his blurry vision on the alcohol as he swiped at his phone.

I’ll never get prom drunk again, but this came close. BTW Rig gossips like an Italian grandmother and he took my keys. Don’t listen to anything he says.

He snorted at David’s quick response. I’ll tell his Nonna you said that.

Shit. Nonna Gina loved him, but the last thing he needed was to get on her bad side. The woman who lived in the decked-out mother-in-law loft above Rig’s garage kept Rory well fed between Finn family dinners, and up to date on everything going on in the world of fictional vampires.

That sassy little fireplug loved her some Netflix with a side of fang. They had that in common.

Italian grandmothers are sexy. Tell her I said THAT. FYI, my Uber guy is a Belieber with a Minion fetish. AND NOW HE KNOWS WHERE I LIVE. If I disappear tonight avenge me.

There. He sounded like his old self, right? Fun Rory. Unflappable and charming, even when impaired. Fun Rory never took anything seriously, especially sex. ‘Live and let’s fuck’ was his personal motto. Fun Rory would never be found choking down the desire to throw a temper tantrum for the record books just because David and Rig had some fun of their own.

Jealousy sucked balls.

And so did Rig.

David sent him an emoji with a raised eyebrow. Maybe you should have let Rig take you home.

Did he honestly believe that Rory would let Rig take him home and tuck him in as if nothing had changed? As if he didn’t care about a little blowy between friends?

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Do you like it Dangerous? Brady Finn has been a cop and a Marine, but he’s never been in a situation as dangerous as this one. Waking up naked in the bed of a man he’s wanted for months—with no memory of how he got there—was only the beginning. Rope Dom Ken Tanaka knows kink isn’t Brady’s scene, but he still can’t resist the tall, redheaded Boy Scout. When their search for a missing person requires Brady to go above and beyond the call of duty, they’ll both do what needs to be done for the mission—and give in to the undeniable passion between them. Will their explosive chemistry last once the job is over? Or will taking that chance be more dangerous than either man is willing to risk? Warning: Explicit male/male sexy times. Voyeurism with a touch of noncon, role playing, rope. And, once again, very serious about the graphic gay sex. I’m not sure why you don’t believe me… Also? An Evil League of Evil! Good kink vs scary villain kink (you’ve been warned), Finn Club rules and the aftereffects of The Great Rumming of 2015. I SAID RUMMING. Dirty minds.
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Chapter One

“Are all Marines this lazy in the morning?”

The amused male voice in Brady Finn’s ear sounded familiar, but he didn’t have a chance to wonder why or respond to the question. As soon as he tried to move, his head began to throb so violently it felt like it was preparing to rip itself off his body. He almost wished it would. “Oh God.”

He lowered his arms from their position over his head and dragged his palms slowly down his face, willing his brain to function and the tips of his hair to stop hurting. Why the hell did his hair hurt?

The pub. He’d been at the pub. He’d had a drink and played a game of darts with his cousin Seamus, listening to his renovation plans for the bar and trying not to think about where he was going to go now that he’d left Owen and Jeremy’s guest room. Of course then Owen had surprised him by showing up to talk and buying him another round of what he’d been drinking.

Rum. He remembered the rum.

Now every cell in his body was rebelling against him and he was in a strange bed with no memory of what he’d done last night after he got halfway through the second bottle.

The body beside him shifted and he rethought that last statement. He had no memory of who he’d done last night. Shit.

Brady carefully squinted against the brightness of the bedroom. At first all he could see through his lashes was a smile—gleaming white teeth framed by lips that were made for every wicked thing a man could imagine. He would know that mouth anywhere.

It belonged to Kenneth Tanaka.

Maybe he was still asleep. The pain was reminiscent of one of his nightmares, but the scenes that haunted him didn’t usually include waking up beside a man he’d lusted after for months. That was a completely different type of torture.

It couldn’t be Tanaka. Brady hadn’t seen the tempting computer hacker in nearly five weeks. Not since Stephen’s wedding reception. He’d had a little to drink that night too, but he remembered every second of their last encounter, and the vow he’d made the next morning not to finish what he’d started with the kinky bastard. No matter how much he wanted to.

The soft laugh sounded like loud, angry bells to his sensitive ears. “You’re not looking so good, Finn. Rough night?”

It was him. Son of a bitch.

“Water,” Brady rasped, his throat raw and dry and his need to delay a morning-after conversation paramount in his mind. “I need water.”

All of it. He needed every drop the man could find. And then, when he was hydrated enough to move, he was planning on throwing up, hopefully in private, preferably in a seedy motel where no one would think to look for him and he could suffer in peace.

The bed bounced lightly when Ken rolled off and Brady groaned. “I’m dying.”

“Sit up first. I brought you something to drink.”

Water? His movements were clumsy and leaden as he twisted so he could plant his feet on the smooth wood floor. He stifled another groan and rested his aching head in his rough, wide palms. “I don’t get hangovers. I never get hangovers.”

His brothers always said he had the constitution of an ox. Specifically Babe the Blue Ox—because giant references never got old in his family. It was a challenge to get him tipsy, and he’d never gotten so hammered he blacked out. He left that to the more adventurous Finns.

Speaking of his drinking buddy… “Owen?”

“Your cousin is fine,” Ken assured him wryly. “It’s barely eleven-thirty and he’s already called your phone five times.” He took one of Brady’s hands in his and wrapped his fingers around a hot cup. “And he’s not the only one who called and left a message. Don’t drop that—drink it so you can tell them the bad man didn’t leave you in a tub of ice without your kidneys.”

Eleven-thirty? How had he slept so long?

You got drunk and passed out. Keep up, moron.

“Keep your voice down,” he grumbled at Ken and the voice in his head. “At least until the room stops spinning.”

Ken lowered his voice obediently. “This should help.”

Brady managed to raise his head enough to study the steaming cup in his hand. The brown liquid smelled like cloying incense and wet burlap. Definitely not water. “What is it?” he asked suspiciously. “Poison?”

“This is the antidote. You’ve never had a hangover? Well I’ve never had a naked man get sick in my bed. I like this bed and when I’m in it I like thinking about healthy naked men. So drink. All of it.”

Brady gulped it down without another word, willing to do whatever it took to find relief while he adjusted to the reality of his situation. The task would be easier if he knew where his clothes were.

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Will it be Scandalous? If Natasha Rivera is involved, the answer is usually yes. The owner of The Twisted Tart bakery has never been shy about expressing her opinions or her desires. The only secret she ever kept had to do with her feelings for a certain Finn and the details of their unusual relationship. When reformed bad boy Senator Stephen Finn asks Natasha to join him for a week of political intrigue and kink, there’s no way she can say no. Nothing has changed. His star is still on the rise and she is still too wild to be tamed. Once they get their hands on each other they’re bound to cause a scandal…but it might just be worth it. Recipe of Warning: Take one outspoken, sexually confident woman and a repressed former bad boy. Combine until sparks fly. Add voyeurism, exhibitionism, spanking, excessive quantities of explicit sex, a kinky house party and whatever pervertible you have on hand…thoroughly shake the mixture until your wrists hurt or your batteries run low. Mmmm. Yummy warning.
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Chapter One

Tasha pressed her back against the door of the senator’s downtown office and took in his lean silhouette. He was standing at the windows, sunlight outlining his broad shoulders and bent head. With his back to her, he talked softly into his cell, so focused on the phone call she wasn’t even sure he’d heard her come in.

His distraction gave her time to catch her breath and soothe the butterflies in her stomach that had no business being there in the first place. How many years, how many decades, would have to pass before her knees stopped wobbling at the sight of the sexy, six-foot-two scoop of vanilla that was Stephen Finn?

Damn the man. What was it about him that did this to her?

He was undeniably handsome, but she knew a lot of handsome men. He was smart. A popular state senator who wasn’t afraid to deal with the tough issues and fight—even against his own party—for what he believed in. But she was no political groupie. He had status in the state. An aura of authority that made people instinctively trust him, but what usually turned her on was a different sort of power exchange.

The kinky kind that Senator Finn didn’t understand.

She’d topped some lovely submissives and been topped by some truly talented dominants. She’d dated a handful of entertaining men in the lifestyle over the years, and even indulged in semi-regular threesomes with her best friend Jeremy, before he and Owen Finn had given in to each other and become exclusive. Her life was so jam-packed with adventures in sin that she could write a Natasha Rivera tell-all memoir thick enough to hold open a damn door. And she was only thirty-five.

But one look at Stephen and none of that mattered. One look and suddenly she was an inexperienced schoolgirl with more hormones than brain cells again. Vulnerable and needy.

It made absolutely no sense. It never had.

He wasn’t wearing his usual suit—the one she was always tempted to wrinkle or snag or spill a drink on so he wouldn’t look so unapproachable and uptight. Today he’d replaced it with a button-down navy shirt that would bring out the blue of his eyes. It was still a little formal for a Saturday, but his sleeves were rolled up and the hem was only loosely tucked into his fitted khaki pants. For Stephen that was as casual as he was likely to get.

It occurred to her that she hadn’t seen him in jeans since they were in school, which was probably for the best since he was truly dangerous in denim. They highlighted two of her favorite features. His strong thighs and that sweet, squeezable ass.

Stephen lowered the phone and stared out the window, his broad shoulders tense. Long seconds and then minutes ticked by without his moving or saying a word. She shifted impatiently and her sundress rustled. Nothing. She sighed and he still didn’t look her way.

Tasha could take a lot of torture when she chose, from nipple clamps to floggers and even the occasional Lifetime movie marathon, but she’d never been good at being ignored. He’d demanded her presence—sent a man to her door to collect her—the least he could do was acknowledge it.

“Did you have me abducted by the Marines so I could tell you how those pants fit your ass, or did you want me for something in particular?” she drawled in a light sarcastic tone.

Stephen looked over his shoulder with an enigmatic expression. There was no surprise when he saw her, and his smile was distracted but genuine. Potent as ever. “Sorry about that. My phone’s been ringing all morning. That was the first moment of peace I’ve had today.” He turned toward her. “It’s good to see you, Natasha. I wasn’t sure Brady could convince you to meet with me.”

She swallowed hard at the sound of his voice. It was a rich baritone meant for late-night radio or bedroom seduction. Deep and confident. He could read the phone book during debates and still win—it was that mesmerizing.

“I wasn’t informed I had an option.”

And though she’d complained, she hadn’t refused the invitation because—and this was something she was never going to admit to Stephen out loud—she’d missed him. They hadn’t seen each other since that morning at Jeremy’s, when the Finns descended in a show of familial solidarity after Jen’s ex tried his hand at blackmail. Thank God he’d been as bad at it as he was at everything else. The attempt had been so botched it was almost comical, but the repercussions to the family had been all too real.

Stephen had been rumpled then too. Rumpled, apologetic and confusingly affectionate. He’d kissed her breathless against the siding of Jeremy’s lakeside home, apologizing for getting her caught up in the drama and informing her they needed to have a serious talk. Soon.

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A standalone romance from the Finn Factor World of New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author R.G. Alexander. Ever been on a bad date? Hold my beer… My dry spell isn’t voluntary. It just happened. Or didn’t happen. And then... it didn’t happen some more. I’m not saying I’m looking for perfection, but is hot, sweaty sex with a genuinely decent guy too much to ask? When I meet the much older and newly retired Master Sergeant Carter Willis, he definitely fits my criteria. But after he rescues me from the worst of my dating mistakes, I can’t tell if he’s watching my back to protect it, or because he likes what he sees. Giving romance tips to strangers is easy. This feeling I get when Carter is around is making life complicated. It feels like a thing. A forever type thing. And if there’s one thing that scares me more than my accidental abstinence becoming a permanent condition… It’s trusting in forever.
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Chapter One

The Dry Spell Diaries

by JD Green

Dear Diary,

Confession time.

When I first agreed to publically document the arid Sahara that is my sex life, I had a few reservations. A few reservations, a few manly panic attacks, a few dozen arguments with my editor… But despite initial concerns, I promised to climb out of my hermit’s cave and go on a date or two, sharing the details in this diary for your amusement and edification.

I freely admit I was hoping to get something out of it in return. Based on the title, I think everyone knew what I wanted that something to be.

It rhymes with trucking.

I never imagined I would still be in this dry spell six months in. All men love trucking, right? Even more unbelievable is the fact that I’m starting to seriously think about giving up my search in favor of commitment instead.

That’s right. I used the C word. Not one of my old favorites like cock, copulation, concupiscent or cum. Commitment.

I’ve never been against it, but it wasn’t what these diaries were supposed to be about. Yet, here we are. I think I’m finally ready to start a long-term, monogamous relationship.

I might even be in love.

Sure, it’s with an Irish pub…but the heart wants what the heart wants.

*pauses respectfully for the incoming deluge of side eye*

It’s not exactly a lie. Hot men and cold beer make Green a happy boy. And Finn’s Pub has both in spades.

Longtime readers know about my macro obsession with microbrews and the man candy attached to this place via blood and marriage. Add a friendly LGBT atmosphere and some great local music? If this pub were a man I’d already be picking out cock rings.

With so much going for it, Finn’s should at least be—if not my inanimate soul mate—my perfect destination for romance. And by romance I mean mutual attraction that inevitably leads to… We’re all adults here, right? Can I stop saying trucking now?

Too bad that’s not in the cards tonight. At least, not with the guy I’m loosely calling my date.

The drought continues.

Nothing to see here but stilted conversation mixed with excruciating silences. I’m writing this during one of the many lulls so you can appreciate how bad it is in real time.

I can take a lot, but I’m not sure I’ll make it through this night without crying Uncle. Think I’m exaggerating? In the last hour, I’ve been considering worse forms of torture to make myself feel better.

I’ve gone through everything from having my balls slowly nibbled off by schools of carnivorous goldfish, to being trapped on a twelve-hour flight beside some nose-picking troglodyte underlining his fifth copy of (Blah) Racist Political Assertion (Blah) to pass the time.

Good book title. If it’s not already taken, I’ll write it in my spare time. All the spare time I won’t be spending having sex. Ever again.

Three strikes, T. You’re a dear friend and there’s nothing I love more than watching that Australian drama about women in prison with you snuggled up on Mr. Lumpy. (My couch, you perverts.) But sadly, you know nothing about what stirs this gay man’s soul.

Want to hazard a guess as to which soul I’m referring to? Yep. The one in my pants.

Which brings me back to the guy who will never get in my pants. I won’t name names, but his mullet wants me to call him Billy Ray. He is the last straw on the giant haystack in the barn of my matchmaking failures.

I went too far with that metaphor.

I’m done being set up. It never ends well. Sometimes it never ends at all. Seriously, has it only been three hours? If this night goes on much longer it might throw me into voluntary celibacy for the next seven years. In Tibet.

And now I’m thinking about Brad Pitt. You know, because he was in that movie Seven Years in…never mind.

Am I a magnet for the creepers of the world? Do you people look at me and think, “I’ve got a cousin who still lives with his mother and hasn’t clipped his toenails in five years because he wants to be Wolverine. Oh and he’s gay, so I bet he and Green would hit it off.”

It takes more than dick to make that my type.

That word might be the crux of my problem. Maybe no one can find me a match because I don’t think I’m an actual type myself. Unless None and/or All of the Above is an option.

I don’t know why it’s such a difficult question for me to answer. But because it is, I’ve decided to put it to you. If you had to choose, what type do you think I am?

Call it a challenge. I’ll share some stats and you can tell me what you think. Unless you believe—as I secretly do on days like today—that types are a fallacy concocted by the same charlatans who sold us Valentine’s Day and pheromone cologne? You’ll give it a shot. Think of it as contributing to a worthy cause.

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Ever had a thing for the man next door? My sexy new neighbor is confusing the hell out of me. Elliot Ransom is a baseball player and a single dad, but he doesn’t know his butter beer from a snozzberry. It’s clear he needs my professional help with the young daughter he’s just getting to know. What isn’t clear is what else he’s after. Did I mention he’s straight? At least, I think he is. The midnight balcony meetings, awkward glances and affectionate bro-hugs are starting to throw me off. But I can’t let my guard down with yet another man who isn’t sure who he is or what he wants. All I know is, I don’t want “Great with kids, Unlucky in love” to be my epitaph. So Joey + Elliot? It’s not going to happen.
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Chapter One

Joey

Today is brought to you by the letter B and the word Balls.

That’s the best five letter description of the day I’m having. The clock started as soon as I stumbled downstairs for a hot cup of cockblocking my brother JD in his own house, getting an eyeful in the process that may have scarred me for life.

An eyeful of Marine balls.

I guess five days is the limit of company they can take before their restraint gives out and things get freaky outside of the bedroom. Like I couldn’t already hear them through the walls. God help them if they finally decide to become parents.

They’ll appreciate Uncle Joey then.

After calling a car to drive me to the new offices instead of hitching a ride with my embarrassed brother-in-law, I found the painters already hard at work, and the lifestyle reporter lying in wait, two hours early for our scheduled interview and armed with enough questions to fill a few biographies.

She’s sitting across from me in the only finished office that has furniture. The walls are a soothing light blue-grey. Spring Thaw, I think they call it. There’s a cluttered desk I’ve been using for work calls, a few chairs, and my thinking trampoline. I pushed that into the corner in the hopes she’d think it was some weird piece of pricey, modern art.

I’ve seen stranger things in galleries.

I should have rescheduled when the place looked more polished, I know. But I wanted to get this over with, get the keys to my new apartment and start settling in.

Leona—the blonde, suspiciously smirking interviewer—starts out exactly the way I expect her to, with several softball introductory questions like, how did I like the city so far and do I have any pets. Then she dives deeper.

“How did Joey Redmond go from afterschool babysitter to an under-thirty millionaire and owner of one the most successful professional nanny placement agencies on the West Coast?”

My only answer for her interview is, “Big question. I suppose the short answer is hard work, good timing and a dedicated team.”

The fact that the initial seed money came from my first team member, best friend and silent partner is not something I’m allowed to disclose yet. If ever. I’m working on it.

I also don’t tell Leona that in my opinion, at least some of our success had to do with changing our company’s name. The Nanny Hub was what we originally called our service, and it’s still the name I privately prefer. Hubs are the nerve center. The heart. I was convinced I was a genius for coming up with it in high school.

Unfortunately, by the time we were ready to make it official, it had also become synonymous with porn. You do not want to know how many emails and phone calls we got from people expecting X-rated Mary Poppins action. Some of those requests were traumatically specific.

We ended up changing it to the more generic J&T Nanny Placement, and that did the trick. Seven years later, we’ve got multiple offices dotting the West coast, over a dozen skilled managers in charge of our large stable of childcare professionals, and a long list of satisfied customers.

She doesn’t blink at my brevity, but moves on to her next question with a spark in her eye that makes me wary.

“J&T is nearly as well known for its charities and community outreach to at-risk children as it is for your league of extraordinary nannies. How important is it to you to give back? And does it have anything to do with your own traumatic background as The Redmond Rescue back in Washington, before you were taken in by your foster parents?”

The woman has obviously done her homework and is looking for her Barbara Walters/Oprah moment, waiting for me to tear up and share all the horrors of my past. I’m not falling for it. Outreach is hugely important to me, and of course my own childhood has shaped that. But I don’t like to think about life before Rick and Matilda took me in. They are the reason I thrived, and they’ve been my biggest champions for most of my life.

I make sure they get the praise they deserve, name drop several youth programs that could use the plug and stymie Leona at the same time. If you could see the way she’s looking at me, you might want to stymie her too.

She’s making me so tense I’ve already gotten my small suede juggling balls out of the desk drawer and started squeezing.

What? I juggle. Some people bite their nails. At least my anxiety is entertaining.

“Why did you decide to personally oversee the opening of this new office on the other side of the country, Mr. Redmond? It can’t be for our mild winters. Are you simply looking for a new challenge?” She looks at me with an innocent smile and the eyes of a shark scenting blood in the water. “Or does it have something to do with Senator Stephen Finn’s rather notorious wife? Natasha Finn has been very vocal in her approval of your relocation. How long have you two known each other? This city has fallen in love with their adorable twin boys, as I’m sure you’re aware. Has she already requested your services?”

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Chapter One

“What’s the story with Legs McGee?”

Matthew Finn let the question fall like an afterthought, idle curiosity meant to fill a lull in the conversation instead of something he’d been wanting to ask for the last hour. Getting the answer was the reason he was voluntarily spending Friday night in his brother William’s still-unopened boxing gym, eating cold ham off a paper plate while trading friendly insults and gossip with his cousin Rory and William’s brother-in-law, Robert Wayne.

All because Matthew couldn’t get his mind off the slender fitness demon currently doing a second set of come-hither dumbbell squats on the other side of the gym, his clinging nylon shorts threatening to Free Willy at any moment.

Watching the man from a distance, the way he had every night for the last week, was starting to get to him. He’d never been into guys before. Not that he had anything against people who swung that way—he wasn’t an asshole. He’d just always been attracted to women. In fact, he’d been so confident in his sexuality up to this point that he could admire a good-looking man, aesthetically speaking, without having the desire to take him home and pin him to his bed.

Matthew wanted to take this one home.

Damned if he could explain it, but it was all he could think about. He was all he could think about, and his need to know more about him wasn’t going away. If anything, his obsession was getting worse, and it was starting to invade every aspect of his life.

“Whose legs are we talking about here?” Rory asked. “Did Robert finally get a date and we’re here to get all the graphic details? Now I know why you invited me along. Sex stories and leftovers are two of my favorite things.”

He winked at Matthew before sliding a napkin across the counter to Robert.

“We all know how much you like to share sex stories, but that’s not happening tonight,” Robert waved his plastic fork toward Rory in warning. “I’m too young to be hearing about any more of your Kama Sutra Gumby positions. And you are the last person I’d be giving details to about my sex life, even if I’d had enough time to date in the last few months. Which I haven’t.”

“You don’t have time to date?” Rory sounded skeptical. “Because sitting around at a closed gym is too time consuming?”

“Sitting around? I’ve been the main contact dealing with last minute construction, the utility companies, and all the advertising. I left my job to work here, in case you’ve forgotten, so I’ve got a stake in it being a success. This place is my priority right now.”

“I call bullshit,” Rory muttered in Matthew’s direction. “Sex is every man’s priority. And his job issues happened after that time he brought some jerk of a coworker home to date his brother—”

“One mistake and they never let it go,” Robert groaned. “I didn’t even know Younger existed then. Haven’t I been punished enough?”

“Well now I think so,” Matthew said, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from grinning. “But you Waynes appear to have a talent for grudge-holding that’s unsurpassed in this modern age.”

“And we Finns still love stirring the pot.” Rory’s eyes sparkled with humor. “Especially when your epic fail at matchmaking got in the way of my big brother’s romance.”

Robert rolled his eyes, and the conversation waned again as he dove back into his plate of glazed ham and baby potatoes.

Matthew stifled a sigh of frustration. So much for casual curiosity.

Just tell them, man!

As if it were that easy. The three of them had little in common, apart from their love of the free food available at their families’ regular get-togethers. Matthew hadn’t known Rory long enough to be really close to him, but he appreciated his cousin’s humor and his committed relationship with the two men who barely let him out of their sight. Rory had forged his own path to happiness, and he wasn’t shy about sharing all the details, graphic or otherwise.

Robert Wayne—who looked like a casting call for younger, more earnest Denzel Washington—was a wiz at marketing, which was how he convinced William to let him help get Finn’s Ring off the ground. He was good at details and—apart from that matchmaking fail—he usually knew how to read a room.

They were an unlikely trio, but alliances had been built on less and that was what he needed now. Allies. That was why, when Matthew realized Robert had missed tonight’s dinner to man the gym, he’d decided a special delivery was the perfect excuse to show up and grill him for information.

He hadn’t decided yet if asking Rory to come along for the ride was a good thing. But, at the very least, he’d have a better idea about how to go about getting a man’s attention.

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From New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author R.G. Alexander, Book 11 in the Finn Factor Series! What Makes You Breathless? Firefighter Wyatt Finn has been chasing Fiona Howard for a while now. But so has Thoreau Wayne. The only thing they seem to have in common is the beautiful, commitment-phobic bartender, and they'd both do anything to make her stay. After barely escaping a burning building with his brother and his life, Wyatt starts to rethink his priorities. When Thoreau approaches him with an idea to change their tense triangle into a true triad, he’s willing to give Plan WTF a chance. But Fiona has secrets that could end it all before it even begins... Warning: This is a man's world. Explicit sex. Beer. Fire. Tapas? The dropping of the trou along with potential sword touching and bisexual elephants in the room (not real elephants silly). Interfering Waynes and Finns, group texts, mystery baby daddies, and three characters who've been sidelined throughout the series finding love in a hopeless place.
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“Love must be as much a light as it is a flame.”

― Henry David Thoreau

Chapter One

Wyatt

What now, firecracker?

Squinting through the smoke and floating ash, he scanned the large office space currently burning down around him in search of an opening. The second floor of the building was shared by telemarketers and accountants, and their colorfully framed inspirational quotes littering the room seemed to mock him. Teamwork Makes the Dream Work was his favorite, but it had fallen off the wall and was currently in flames next to the poster of a cat hanging from a tree.

He patted his brother’s leg, knowing that if he weren’t unconscious and slung over Wyatt’s shoulder like a roll of heavy carpet, he would have appreciated the irony. “See that? Hang in there, buddy.”

Not the right message for the moment. Not with heat blistering and peeling the paint from the walls and the fresh flames blocking the direction he’d come in only minutes before.

“That’s damned inconvenient.” Even with no mask to muffle it, he could barely hear his own voice over the angry roar of the fire and sounds of its destruction on the floors above and below. Someone was likely yelling at him on the radio, but luckily, he couldn’t hear that either. The smoke wasn’t that bad in here yet, though the acrid fumes were already filling his nose and tasting like metal on his tongue.

Maybe he needed to keep his mouth shut.

The stairs are on the other side of that fire. Turn left in the hallway. First door on the right. One floor down, right turn out of the stairwell, thirty steps to the front door and we’ll be clear.

Wyatt had been in similar situations and knew the chaos around him could, and would, fuck with his head. It was the disorientation more than anything. The heat and smoke, the debris and general sense of urgency, all turned a man around, eating up precious seconds he couldn’t afford to lose. So he did his best to visualize the path he needed to take in his mind until he believed he could walk it with his eyes closed.

It was a helpful trick he’d picked up from his girlfriend, Fiona, but it never took into account the unexpected obstacles fires loved to create without warning. His need for an alternate exit while carrying extra weight on his shoulders sprang to mind.

Girlfriend, Wyatt? Really?

She didn’t approve of the word. Complicated was how he usually referred to their relationship. Exciting, messy, all-consuming—those worked, too.

He’d added confusing and frustrating as hell to the list when Fiona had left his bed three weeks ago without waking him up to say goodbye or letting him take her to the airport.

He understood why she’d left the time before. He’d handled things so badly even he was grateful for the temporary reprieve. But this? She’d only been back for maybe six months before she’d told him she was heading out again. What kind of class was she auditing in California that she couldn’t take here?

More importantly, was she planning on coming back?

Would he still be here if she did?

You won’t if you don’t get moving, dear. Wall of fire in front of you.

Oxygen deprivation was already affecting his ability to focus and putting Fiona’s voice in his head. He needed to get his shit together and get them out of this. As soon as he did, he could head to the pub to celebrate their survival while drowning his sorrows. He’d call it multitasking.

I still won’t be there.

Fine then, not the pub. There were plenty of other bars that weren’t owned or frequented by his family. He couldn’t think of any that he wanted to go to alone, but they’d do in a pinch.

“First, we’ve got to get you out of here.”

Noah was the only one who mattered right now. The injured man over his shoulder had a kid to get home to, and Wyatt refused to be the one who let that little guy down. Who let his brother down.

Never again.

“Give me something.” He coughed and studied the room again. “What do you think of that, man? Might work, right?” He turned his body slightly so his brother could see what he was talking about.

Noah didn’t respond, and he hadn’t expected him to, but running things by him was too deeply ingrained a habit for him to stop now, and it helped him think. He stared at the large filing cabinet that had already been partially dislodged from the far wall. It was in a good position, and already leaning. If he angled it right… Yeah. That would do it.

He navigated around tilted desks, tangled melting cords and unrecognizable piles of wet, still sizzling trash until he was close enough to place his boot on the huge metal cabinet and shove, directing it into the fire. He closed his eyes tightly and swung his brother away as it crashed into the crackling flames, spitting sparks and more burning ash into the swirling air around him. When he glanced back, he saw that his temporary firebreak had done exactly what he needed it to do.

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Ever had a crush on your best friend? That feeling when you’re a thirty-year-old gay virgin with no social life, nosy neighbors and a lot of awkward, secret fantasies revolving around your straight best friend? Yeah, that’s me right now. Brendan Kinkaid was there for me during the darkest period of my life, so when the sexy pilot shows up suspended and needing a place to crash, there’s no question that I’ll take him in. That’s when things get weird. He’s acting like a stranger. A stranger who wants to spend his two-week layover taking our friendship to another level. It's either the beginning of a great porno or a disaster waiting to happen. I’m tempted to give in, but no matter what he says, I know he’s not looking for a permanent place to land. And I’m not sure I can live with what I’ll lose when he flies away again. Warning: This book contains explicit m/m sex. Yep. Two guys getting naked and falling in love. With each other. Don’t act so surprised. It may also contain bungee cord bondage, exhibitionism, massages with happy endings, a large cast of characters, and Peruvian flutes. Did I mention the sex? *This book has characters from book 1 of the Finn Pub romance series as well as a few from the bestselling Finn Factor series, but it can be read as a standalone if you don’t feel like binging.
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Chapter One

Cupid Fail

Miller

A thirty-year-old virgin sits in a crowded pub, fondling his nuts...

Yeah, don’t get your hopes up—this isn’t the start of a porno. As usual when it comes to my social life, it isn’t as exciting as it sounds.

Why did I agree to this again?

“Earth to Miller Day.”

Glancing up from the bowl of bar nuts I’ve been absently sorting through, I freeze like a damn squirrel catching sight of a predator. There’s the look I’ve been dreading all night—Austen Wayne is on to me.

Desperate to delay the inevitable, I say the first thing that pops into my head. “I was just thinking about turning over a new leaf. Going out more, you know? I could see myself being a regular at a place like this. A pub guy. Maybe I’d hang out with those three old men holding down the bar. Though from where I’m sitting now, I’ve got the perfect view of a group of off-duty fireman playing darts.”

I might as well stop selling, because she isn’t buying it. She knows me too well.

I’ll never be a pub guy.

“From where I’m sitting, Mr. Day,” she counters ominously, “you’ve only got two choices.”

Shit, where the hell are they? Brendan’s text this morning swore they’d be five minutes behind us, but Austen and I have been sitting here talking for over an hour with no sign of either of them. And they’re not easy guys to miss.

The longer we wait, the guiltier I feel about Austen. She and I have known each other for a year now. We met at Indulgence, the popular multi-level spa and salon where I work as a massage therapist. She rents space in my section, offering facials and beauty regime counseling, as well as her own line of skincare products. We’ve gotten to know each other between clients, and I genuinely like everything about her.

Which might explain why I’m feeling like an ass right now.

After all, I’m the one that invited her here on the pretext of brainstorming some ideas for her upcoming product parties. The truth is, this whole thing is a setup.

God, I hate matchmaking. Even thinking the word makes my skin crawl. Why did I let Brendan talk me into it?

Brushing the salt off my hands, I lean back, pretending an ease I don’t feel as I continue to bluff my ass off. “These are mixed nuts, Austen. There are four different varieties to choose from in this bowl alone. If we add that to the amount of men currently wandering around this bar, each carrying a pair while trying to get your undivided attention—”

“Oh, you’ve moved on from fidgety to funny now. That’s okay. I’ll wait.” She folds her arms fold gracefully on the table and stares me down, ignoring the half a dozen guys I’ve seen circling our table like hungry hyenas.

I can’t blame them. Austen is gorgeous, with flawless dark skin, eternally perfect hair and a smile that makes everyone feel seen and special. None of her current admirers would guess that the lovely entrepreneur who always dresses like she’s on her way to a fashion shoot also happens to have the soul of an inventor, a keen sense of humor—

And the tenacity of a gritty, B-movie vice cop when she thinks someone isn’t being straight with her.

Damn, I’m so busted.

I sigh. “Okay, I’ll bite—what two choices?”

“Confession or painful torture.” Austen narrows her eyes suspiciously. “There’s something going on with you, Miller Day. Confess.”

In lieu of confession, I’d much rather be at home eating the empanadas currently going to waste in my fridge. Or maybe watching DIY channels on YouTube as I map out my scheduled house project for the weekend.

Look out, Property Brothers—I’m comin’ for you with my mad home improvement skillz.

That’s about as wild as my Friday nights usually get.

“Nothing’s ever going on with me. Isn’t that what they say on the Mean Girl side of the salon?”

The stylists at Indulgence aren’t afraid to vocalize their disappointment when it comes to my lack of lifestyle. I don’t dress to impress, I don’t go clubbing, and I never have noisy, emotional breakups with hot boyfriends named Javier.

Miller Day, ladies and gentlemen—ruining gay stereotypes for catty women everywhere.

But I can’t help who I am. I like to be comfortable, I’d rather eat nails than go to a gay club, and the only guy I’ve dated in the last year was a mildly attractive middle-school teacher named Robbie. Regrettable Robbie, who showed me once and for all why I was better off working on my house than ever dating again.

“Forget those idiots and focus, Miller. Your mind is wandering and I’m about to solve a mystery here.”

I swallow my smile, take a drink of my water and nod obediently. “I’m all ears, Sherlock.”

“I just texted my sister while you were over there gathering wool, and she confirmed that there is neither a surprise party nor a family gathering happening here in my honor.” She points to my glass of sparkling water. “You rarely go out and when you do, you never drink, so bringing me to a bar—this bar in particular—instead of a diner or a donut shop to discuss taking my parties to the next level is highly suspect.”

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