Book Title: Swiped By My Dad’s Best Friend
Author: DJ Jamison
Publisher: DJ Jamison
Cover Artist: Cate Ashwood
Release Date: May 20, 2021
Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance
Tropes: Daddy/boy, Dad’s best friend, age gap
Themes: App hookup to lovers; forbidden love; finding purpose in life
Length: Approx 73,000 words
It is Book 1 of the series Thrust Into Love
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Cooper Rutledge: Frat boy, general screwup, and…Daddy’s boy?
Blurb
Cooper Rutledge: frat boy, general screwup, and…Daddy’s boy?
On the surface, I don’t take things too seriously.
Not my poor grades, or my hookups, or my inability to find my purpose.
But that was before.
Before the daddy of my wet dreams swiped right on my pic.
Before he turned out to be my father’s best friend.
Before I convinced him to indulge in one night of pleasure with no strings.
I didn’t count on how magical it would be.
I didn’t know that when he spanked me and offered words of praise, my soul would drink it up.
I didn’t realize how right Daddy kink would feel.
One night could never be enough.
Because I do care. Too much.
And when life sends me into an emotional tailspin, Trace steps up to support me—proving he cares too.
Everything has gotten very real, very fast.
But are we ready for the fallout?
I can’t let anyone, not even my father, come between me and Trace.
I’ve finally found my Daddy, and I’ll fight to keep him.
Swiped By My Dad’s Best Friend is a contemporary age-gap M/M romance that includes light daddy kink and no age play.
This excerpt takes place right after Cooper and Trace inadvertently meetup via an app hookup–neither realizing they know one another. This is from Trace’s perspective.
TRACE
No, no, no.
Fuck no.
“Cooper fucking Rutledge?” I growled again, suddenly angry.
I did not just have my hands all over Matthew Rutledge’s son. No. This was some sort of fucked-up dream. Or maybe I’d crashed my pickup on the way here, and I was really dying on the side of a road.
I wasn’t sure that wouldn’t be preferable to Matthew finding out that, after he suspected me of making moves on his wife, I had, in fact, fondled his son.
Cooper turned to face me, his body still far too exposed, and crossed his arms over his chest.
“Nice to see you too, Trace fucking Laurie.” His tone was irreverent, but his eyes gleamed with emotion. “That sounds as if you’re fucking a woman. Which, incidentally, I always assumed you did. Was I wrong about you, or are you an equal-opportunity hookup like me?”
I blinked, barely able to process what he was saying. My head had filled with white noise, my pulse rushing in my ears. “Fuck. Put your dick away. I can’t look at that.”
Cooper dropped a hand to his dick, starting to follow my command without question. But halfway through the motion, he paused. “Not so fast. You almost lulled me with those Daddy vibes of yours, but we’re a good match. Why shouldn’t we hook up?”
I shook my head, taking another step back. “Oh, hell no. Not happening, kid.”
“Oh, so I’m a kid now?”
Spotting a T-shirt on the floor that wasn’t mine, I scooped it up and tossed it in his direction. “Get dressed.”
Fearing he wouldn’t comply, I turned my back, deciding I should do the same. I rifled through my duffel, grabbing a T-shirt and boxer briefs. Cooper whistled as I dropped my towel to tug on the underwear.
“Your ass isn’t bad either.”
I clenched my fists at my side, my body more affected by his approval than I wanted. In a strangled voice, I reiterated, “Cooper, this can’t happen. Your dad…”
“He doesn’t have to know.”
“I’d know,” I said firmly, finally turning. Relief washed through me to see that he’d finally re-dressed, though he was still exactly my type, damn it. His dirty-blond hair was a little ruffled from tugging on his shirt, and his smile was far too sinful to belong to the boy I’d once known. “And I’m seeing him tomorrow, so no. I won’t fuck around with his son, then lie to his face.”
“What are you doing here anyway? If you’re staying for a while, maybe I can wear you down.” He grinned shamelessly at me.
“Just business. Not here long.”
“Too bad. You could have made my teenage wet dreams come true.”
“I never saw you that way,” I said quickly. “Jesus, you were a kid.”
Cooper laughed at my horrified expression. “Relax, I know that. You very much weren’t a kid, though. You were a sexy man, in my house, sometimes in my pool…”
He stepped forward, sliding his hands up my chest to my shoulders. “It could be good, Trace,” he murmured into my ear. “I’d be such a good boy.”
I scoffed, disentangling myself as my cock jumped like a trained dog. “You’d be a brat.”
He laughed again, eyes sparkling. “Isn’t that half the fun? You could punish me.”
I shook my head. “You don’t know the first thing about really having a Daddy, do you? It’s just a joke to you.”
He shrugged. “It’s sexy fun, but no, I guess I don’t.” His lips twisted ruefully. “I’ve got enough daddy issues without having a ‘Daddy’ too,” he said, using his fingers to quote the word.
“Daddy issues?” My brow creased. “You were always close with your dad. His pride and joy.”
Cooper shrugged. “Things change.”
“Really?”
He raked a hand through his hair. “Yeah, and if we’re really done here, I guess I’ll take off.”
“Okay.”
“A kiss for the road?”
I moved to the door, opening it for him. “Not on your life.”
“Your loss.”
He winked at me as he stepped over the threshold, still playing the part of the flirty hookup, but I got the sense it was just that, a part he played. Cooper was hiding his disappointment, downplaying my rejection, but he was also right.
It was most definitely my loss.
Watching him walk down the hallway, every bit the blond bombshell his mother had been—with a good deal more appeal to a gay man like me—I groaned with disappointment.
There went my stress relief for the night.
I shut the door and dropped my head against it with a thump.
Cooper Rutledge.
What the actual fuck?
DJ Jamison writes romances about everyday life and extraordinary love featuring a variety of queer characters, from gay to bisexual to asexual. DJ grew up in the Midwest in a working-class family, and those influences can be found in her writing through characters coping with real-life problems: money troubles, workplace drama, family conflicts and, of course, falling in love. DJ spent more than a decade in the newspaper industry before chasing her first dream to write fiction. She spent a lifetime reading before that and continues to avidly devour her fellow authors’ books each night. She lives in Kansas with her husband, two sons, one snake, and a sadistic cat named Birdie.
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