Book Title: Finding His Boy (An MM Age Gap Daddy Romance)
Author: K. D. Ryan
Publisher: Self-Published
Cover Artist: K. D. Ryan
Release Date: March 25, 2021
Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance
Tropes: Age Gap, Slow Burn, Daddy Kink
Themes: Self-confidence, Trust, Exploring Sexuality
Length: 96 000 words
It is the first book in the series – Safe Harbor #1
Buy Links – Available in Kindle Unlimited
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A lonely Daddy. An innocent boy. A twenty-year age gap. Whatever happens next is in Daddy’s hands.
Blurb
Finding his way in life all on his own hadn’t been easy for eighteen-year-old Elliot Hedrick, but he’d managed to hold it all together so far.
Even though it was just by the skin of his teeth.
Between his warehouse job and pursuing a career as a professional ballet dancer, he’d been working sixteen-hour days and was still barely making ends meet.
He was fraying at the seams. And he was so damn lonely.
There was nobody for him to lean on, nobody to come to his rescue when things fell apart—it was all up to him to achieve his dreams.
Then suddenly Grant Weston charged into Elliot’s life, his knight in shining armor—literally and figuratively—and despite their twenty-year age gap, Grant couldn’t seem to leave the boy alone. Even though Grant knew he should.
There were too many obstacles between them—and not just their ages. Grant had secrets of his own, ghosts from his past that made him hold back from taking what he really wanted from Elliot.
And what Grant wanted was to make Elliot his boy.
To have a true partner.
But Grant was afraid to trust himself—afraid that history would repeat itself and leave him with a broken heart yet again.
Is age really just a number, or will the years between them end their relationship before it can even start?
Finding His Boy is the first book in a duet taking place in the Safe Harbor universe but can be read as a stand-alone and has an HFN ending. This book is a 90+K word slow burn, steamy romance that features a Daddy/boy relationship between two consenting adult men. No age play. Dual POV. There are explicit descriptions of sexual acts, so this book is intened for a mature audience (18+).
Trigger Warning: On-page physical assault (not between MCs), mention of sexual assault.
Grant finally pulled off an isolated tract of dirt road into what looked to be a circular driveway and brought the SUV to a stop. Before Elliot could make any headway manhandling his bum leg out of the car, Grant was already coming around to his side of the car and opening his door, scooping Elliot up into his arms effortlessly. And by this point, Elliot was so tired he didn’t have the energy to protest, he just allowed himself to melt against the big man, sinking into his warm embrace.
Elliot caught glimpses of a sprawling front porch and cedar shake shingle siding with white trim before they were through the front door and Grant was gently setting him on his feet in the brightly lit entryway.
Elliot blinked a few times, allowing his eyes to adjust to this new level of illumination, and slowly the interior came into view.
At first, he was surprised by it, but on second thought—he shouldn’t be.
It fit Grant.
Even at night, everything inside Grant’s house was bright—warm—all honey wood and white paint, clean and open. From the entryway, he could see into both the kitchen and the living area, all reachable by a few steps up and down. The house was built on several different levels, all connected together by a central staircase and hallway. The staircase continued up, jutting off onto landings that Elliot assumed led to bedrooms.
It wasn’t at all what he would have guessed based on the outside—he’d been expecting cottage charm, but this was completely different than any house he’d ever been in. It was almost like a little rabbit warren, with nooks and crannies off a central corridor.
“Wow,” Elliot said, turning slowly to take in his surroundings.
Seeing his reaction to the house, Grant grinned, and the sight of it warmed Elliot on the inside. The spell of the time they’d spent inside the car—the closeness Elliot had felt—hadn’t evaporated yet, at least.
“It’s built into the side of a cliff. That’s why it’s so many different levels,” Grant explained, and Elliot nodded slowly. That made sense.
“It’s so cool,” Elliot said. “I love it, it’s not at all what I expected—I thought it was going to be all like, cottagey with little whales and lobsters on the walls and stuff.”
Grant laughed, shucking his boots and hanging his coat up. “Little whales aren’t really my style. My brother and I built it, I got the land cheap because nobody else wanted to build a house into the side of a cliff on the coast of Maine. It was definitely a labor of love.”
“That’s so awesome,” Elliot said, as he stiffly attempted to toe off his sneakers. “I can’t believe you built your own house. I mean, I can’t even build one of those Ikea bookshelves, so I’m hella impressed. I’m not even mad about the lack of lobster decor.”
“Here, let me help.” Grant bent down in front of him and helped him pull off his shoes and place them on the boot tray by the door while Elliot leaned against the wall for support, trying to avoid putting too much weight on his injured leg, pretty sure that he was looking all the world like a sad flamingo. The hamstring was still smarting, but the muscle seemed a little less seized up than it had at Elliot’s apartment. Elliot took that as a good sign.
“I’d offer you the grand tour, but there’s a lot of stairs,” Grant said, standing up and pulling Elliot’s arm over his shoulders, supporting him down the few stairs into the living area. “Maybe when you’re feeling better. Want to ice that leg again before you head to bed?”
“Sure,” Elliot said. “If it’s not too much trouble.”
“It’s no trouble at all,” Grant assured him, guiding him down the stairs and into the living room with a sure, gentle hand on his back, then over to the grey sectional couch where he settled Elliot in the corner, propping his leg up on a few pillows. Elliot tried to ignore how solid Grant’s body felt against his, how good his hands felt, but it was getting harder and harder.
And that wasn’t the only thing getting harder and harder.
“Comfortable?” Grant asked once Elliot’s leg was settled to his liking, standing back with his hands on his hips, assessing the positioning critically, his auburn head cocked to the side.
“Yes, sir,” Elliot replied automatically, the honorific his father had always insisted upon rolling off his tongue.
“I told you, Grant is fine,” Grant told him, giving him a soft smile. “Sir isn’t really my thing.”
Elliot swallowed hard, flashing back to Kyle’s words earlier when he’d loaded Elliot into Grant’s car—You’re calling the wrong person Daddy.
Was that what Grant meant? Was he—was that a kink thing he was into? Elliot knew that people role played Daddy and boy all the time in the gay community—he flashed back to the porn clip he’d watched just the other night—but the idea of Grant like that…it made him feel squirmy inside.
He suddenly found himself imagining calling Grant Daddy…would Grant like it? Elliot was fairly sure he did, as could feel his cock pressing softly against the confines of his joggers at just the thought of it—fuck, he hated pants—although he couldn’t pinpoint the reason he found it so damn appealing. He shifted, trying to subtly rearrange himself while not jostling his leg too much, avoiding Grant’s gaze which was still trained on him—like he was searching for something.
And probably guessing every kinky thought Elliot was having.
Fuck, he was so transparent, Grant probably saw everything written all over his face. He could feel himself turning beet red at the idea that Grant would see right through him to the dirty thoughts swirling around his mind.
But his humiliation didn’t do anything to calm his erection, his cock just got harder. Like it was turning him on that Grant was seeing him like this.
What the fuck was that about?
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