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Total pages in book: 82
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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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Total pages in book: 61
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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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Total pages in book: 87
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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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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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