Book Title: Cabin Fever
Author: Roe Horvat
Publisher: Self-Published
Cover Artist: Roe Horvat
Release Date: June 18 2020
Genre/s: Contemporary M/M erotic romance
Trope/s: forced proximity, bodyguard, Daddy/boy, hurt/comfort
Themes: bodyguard and his client, remote cabin in the woods, light kink, submission, punishment, bratty boy, protective & controlling Daddy
Warning: self-harm off page
Length: 41 000 words
It is a standalone story.
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Blurb
Michael Bourgeon is a talented artist, young and gorgeous, a stinking rich heir from a well-connected family. He’s the infamous libertine behind the most extravagant parties in Manhattan, and his exploits often lead to juicy tabloid stories. Enjoying his wealth and freedom to the fullest, Michael has the world at his feet.
Until someone tries to kill him. Repeatedly. After a security breach among his own staff, he has run out of options where to hide while the FBI hunts the killer.
A high-profile private security expert Vincent Nowak is supposed to provide the miracle solution. And while Michael struggles with nightmares and anxiety due to the looming threat, Vincent becomes not only the ultimately reliable protector, but a wonderful distraction, too…
A small cabin in the woods, a cocky brat with a soft heart, his gruff, controlling bodyguard, and weeks of tension in a confined space.
A standalone novella based on the original short story Yes, Daddy. HAE, no cliffhangers.
I went running, then took a long swim in the lake. When I came back, Michael stood in the kitchen corner, drinking coffee, smirking at me. The cocky brat was back.
“I put the sheets in the washer. Do we have a spare set?”
“Yes, one.” I looked away from him. I couldn’t see him and hear his voice at the same time. I could deal with one or the other, but both at the same time were too much of an assault on my senses.
“It’ll be dry by the evening anyway.”
God, he was talking about laundry, and all I could think of was my cum coating his raw asshole.
“Did you sleep okay?”
“Fine, thanks. You?”
“I slept fantastic. Thank you for asking. Fucked out and happy.” He was sincere, no trace of sarcasm in his words.
I grunted like a Neanderthal and went to hide in the bathroom. Jesus, how was I going to stand this?
As soon as the door to the shower stall clicked shut behind me and the water hit my back, I had my hands wrapped around my length. I made myself come, images from last night flickering through my brain.
I was hoping the release would clear my mind, and it had. Somewhat. When I exited the bathroom, I could look at Michael without the pressing need to bend him over the table and spank him.
He was sitting on the sofa, drawing in his sketchbook. I’d never looked inside the thick folder, although I’d been tempted many times. He would sit for hours and draw in complete silence, still and thoughtful, his soft expression a confusing contrast to his usual brazen behavior.
He lifted his gaze from the paper and tapped his pencil on his lips.
His green eyes bored into mine, defiant and gorgeous. He still wanted me, and he knew very well how much I craved him. I stood no chance against those eyes. He was the one with all the power, the strong, dominant one. I was just a puppet on a string.
I squeezed my eyes shut and clenched my jaw.
I could do this. I just had to say no enough times, so he’d get tired of me and give up. Except this niggling voice in my head kept whispering. He wants you. Just look at him. He’s like a bitch in heat around you. You have the cabin to yourself for weeks to come. How many times and how many ways could you fuck him? He’s a cock slut and enjoys pain. He’ll let you do anything you want… Tie him to the bed for days, fill his hole to the brim with your cum… He’d love it…
Why indeed? Why shouldn’t I?
Because he was a client. He was paying me to protect him, not to fuck him. Because he was twenty years younger than me and currently dependent on me. Because I could easily get attached to someone like him. Because I needed a clear head…
Keep convincing yourself, Nowak. See how long you can take it. How clear is your head now, dumbass?
He’d let you do anything you want…
Queer fiction author Roe Horvat was born in the post-communist wasteland of former Czechoslovakia. Equipped with a dark sense of sarcasm, Roe traveled Europe and finally settled in Sweden. He came out as transgender in 2017 and has been fabulous since. He loves Jane Austen, Douglas Adams, bad action movies, stand-up comedy, and pale ale. When not hiding in the studio doing graphics, he can be found trolling cafés in Gothenburg, writing, and people-watching.
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