Book Title: David’s Disaster – Embrace the Fear 2 (The Road to Rocktoberfest 2022)
Author and Publisher: TL Travis
Cover Artist: Natasha Snow
Release Date: November 11, 2022
Genre: MM Rockstar romance
Tropes: Daddy
Heat Rating: 4 flames
It is a standalone story and does not end on a cliffhanger.
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Blurb
For David Jordan life was close to perfect.
His band, Embrace the Fear, were living the rock ‘n roll dream as an up-and-coming band under Masterson Management. They weren’t rolling in the dough like the guys from Social and Maiden were, but things were good.
Outside of his love life that was.
David wasn’t a player, unless you count video games. He grew up in a middle-class family. Both his parents worked and were supportive of him in every way. To this day they were still head over heels in love with each other.
The one thing missing from David’s life was the same kind of connection his parents had.
But David’s needs were a bit unorthodox and not always welcome with guys closer to his age. Would an older man look past the number and trust David to take care of them—body and soul?
Jordan Wright has a thriving business thanks to being awarded the contract to manage the catering for Rocktoberfest for a second year.
He’s thrilled to be back at the venue again—maybe this is the year something special will happen, although he’s not counting on it.
Since Jordan’s last failed attempt at a relationship, he’s sworn only to engage in meaningless hook-ups.
But Jordan longs for a daddy of his own.
Will he ever be able to open his mind, and his heart, again? Enough to trust another man, not only with his body, but to catch him when he falls.
David’s Disaster is part of the multi-author The Road to Rocktoberfest 2022 series. Each book can be read as a standalone. Hot rockstars and the men who love them, what more could you ask for?
“You’ve glared at your phone a million freaking times. Quit wishful stalking or whatever it is that’s causing your fucked up attitude,” Chase complained. He didn’t have a mean bone in his body, and neither did I, but I did have an ornery streak, as my mother liked to call it, which was irritating him.
“What’s it matter to you?” I replied, far too shitty to one of my best friends. He didn’t deserve to be on the receiving end of my bad mood. Was it fueled by blue balls or missing a particular someone? “Sorry.”
“My problem is that you slam it down on the table every time you don’t see what you’re waiting for,” Chase said. “If you want to shatter your screen and spend an hour waiting for a new one at the phone store, go for it. But I’m going to be fucking pissed if glass finds its way over here.”
“Duly noted.”
Chase and I were out of view sitting in the dining room when we heard the front door open and then close, which was likely Rhone or Seltzer, “We’re in here,” Chase called out, sifting through the papers in front of him.
“Oh, there you are,” Rhone smirked at me.
“Where else would I be?” I questioned, shaking my head in disbelief.
Smugly, he tapped a finger to his cheek, “Hmm, I don’t know, maybe in the laundry room?”
“You got jokes today, I see?” I replied.
“Sexy, smart, funny, I’m the whole package,” Rhone winked.
Seltzer entered behind him, “I’m no cock block, but you fuck in our laundry room again, and it’s going to get an ugly, my brother. There’s not enough bleach to get your jizz off my clothes.”
Chase froze, “What the hell did you do?”
I spun my phone on the tabletop several times. “Not fucking, that’s for sure. You caught us the mid-blow job. So what? You know I enjoy entertaining others.”
“I can do without that visual, thank you very much,” Chase said, leaning comfortably back in his chair. “Spit it out, D.”
“That’s what Jordan said!” Seltzer added. The two jackasses, Rhone and Seltzer, fist-bumped like they’d just won a prize. They were enjoying this far too much.
“You and Jordan?” Chase said as the puzzle pieces clicked. “In their laundry room?”
“It was an unfinished blowy, no big.” They didn’t need to know this was mentally heading down a dangerous highway I didn’t care to travel. I couldn’t tell you how or when things shifted, but I needed to fuck Jordan out of my system with a hook-up or twelve. Said he, who repeatedly glared at his phone for any digital sign from the man in question. “This is ridiculous. Who wants to go out?”
“If you’re trolling for ass, I’m out,” Rhone said.
“Yes, mister, I’m a one dick man,” I snidely replied. More to be a smartass than anything, even though I was riled up inside. The uneasy stirring was pissing me the fuck off.
“No need to be a prick,” Rhone threw back at me. I can’t deny I didn’t deserve that. “Don’t be jealous because I found my forever.”
Forever.
The one word I couldn’t fathom, not at my age. Twenty-two was way too young to straddle a solo cock. “How can you even be sure? Man, we are in our prime. Just making it. There is so much ass out there to be had.”
“I get it,” Chase said, “you walk around with a perpetual boner and feel the need to dip it in every available crevice. But not all of us operate as you do, David.”
“Dude, you make me sound like a slut,” I protested. I mean, what the actual fuck?
“If the shoe fits,” Rhone said, adding his unsolicited two cents.
TL Travis is an award-winning published author of LGBTQIA+ contemporary romance and erotic musings that have earned “Best-Selling Author” flags in the US as well as Internationally.
When she’s not busy spinning steamy webs, she enjoys spending time with her family, going to concerts, wine tasting, and people watching. With every face, there’s a story and half the fun is dreaming up what it could be.
TL is surrounded by her extensive 4-legged rescue family, her sons, and adorable grandkids. She will continue saving furry friends in need for as long as she lives. TL would like to remind you to “Adopt, not shop.” Saving that lost soul may very well be the one you need.
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