Title: Bad Crowd
Series: Bad Crowd, Book One
Author: Chloe B. Young
Publisher: NineStar Press
Release Date: 04/04/2023
Heat Level: 3 – Some Sex
Pairing: Male/Male
Length: 80900
Genre: Contemporary, contemporary, gay, romance, BDSM, clubs, new submissive/experienced Dom, age difference, sex toys, bondage, pain tolerance, family issues
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Description
Sometimes, safety and danger can be the same person.
Gideon Orchard has enough baggage to fill a cargo ship. Two years ago, he left his abusive family, but the urges he’s always tried to suppress won’t be ignored any longer. Desperate to submit, he stumbles into a notorious fetish club…and right into the lap of its captivating manager.
Mal Brannon can’t believe his luck when sweet, scared, and determined Gideon falls into his arms, completely uneducated in BDSM culture and begging for proper instruction. Their romance intensifies more quickly than either of them expects, but an unsavory figure from Mal’s past threatens their relationship and their lives.
Running from the past may be tough, but escaping with their future will be harder.
Bad Crowd
Chloe B. Young © 2023
All Rights Reserved
Mal squinted down at his tablet, bringing it closer to his face and then farther away in an attempt to make the words focus, but there was nothing he could do about it. His eyes were shit at reading on screens if he didn’t have his glasses, and of course, he’d left them upstairs again, uselessly magnifying the marble countertop of his kitchen.
He dumped the tablet on the small table next to his armchair. At his desk, he pulled out the leather case his glasses should have occupied and set it next to his keyboard so he’d remember to reunite the two later.
He should just admit it. He was never going to get in the habit of making sure they were where they were supposed to be. He could afford a second pair, but he’d never let himself do it because it seemed like the height of privilege to have a pair of glasses for his work computer and one for his laptop upstairs when they were only a flight of stairs from each other.
But owning up to his capitalist desire to own more things wouldn’t help him now because it wasn’t laziness that kept him from running upstairs to get his glasses. It was Gideon.
Mal went back to his chair and sat down gingerly so he wouldn’t make much noise. Gideon had been sleeping for hours, but Mal didn’t want to wake him accidentally or any way but tenderly.
Gideon. The young man who had crashed his evening so completely that Mal had ended up trapped in his office with only the memory of the sex they’d had and the sight of him curled up on the couch to keep him company.
And no goddamn glasses. Because what if Gideon woke up while he was gone and found himself alone in a place he barely knew, with no idea what time it was or how to leave? If Mal had learned anything about Gideon before he’d gone completely dead to the world, it was that he was skittish as a deer. Mal would kick himself if he made fear appear on his handsome face, even accidentally.
Mal let his hand drop to the arm of his chair, then reached over the edge of the couch, letting his fingers hang over Gideon’s loosely curling hair, too red to be called blond but not brassy enough for auburn. He tracked his eyes over Gideon’s features until he’d had his fill.
Gideon’s nose turned up a bit at the end, round and insolent. Paired with his wide eyes, ringed with thick lashes, it made him look younger than he was and tipped his looks closer to cute than to handsome.
But he wasn’t a child or some little elfin creature from a book. He was a young man with personality, opinions, and if the constant play of complicated emotions on his face were anything to go by, a boatload of issues.
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Writing is just one of the many ways Chloe gets her storytelling fix. In her other life, she sings and acts to fulfil the urge, and is never far from a stage.
When not writing, Chloe cooks with too much garlic, sharpens her eyeliner to a deadly point, and tries to accept that she’s turning into one of those people who only wears one color. (Pink.)
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