Book Title: Don’t Date A DILF (Rules We Break, Book 1)
Author: DJ Jamison
Publisher: Must Love Books LLC
Cover Artist: Morningstar Ashley
Release Date: May 25, 2023
Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance
Tropes: Single dad, teacher/parent, fake dating, small town
Themes: Small town life, family, starting over, bi/pan awakening
Heat Rating: 5 flames
Length: 95 000 words
This is Book 1 in a new series. It does not end on a cliffhanger.
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Blurb
I have one rule to live by: Don’t Date a DILF.
I’ve seen the consequences of blurring the boundaries between teaching and dating, and I am not about to take that kind of risk.
But I didn’t count on Hunter Rhodes walking into my school. Never expected that the broad-shouldered, stubble-jawed, absolute glory of a man would be such a sweet and caring father. Or that as a seemingly straight man, he might decide he wants me.
If my Nana has her way…I’ll be in love with someone by the end of the school year, but there’s only one man who tempts me.
With her matchmaking becoming overwhelming and half the single women in Granville setting their sights on Hunter, we’re both feeling the pressure. Faking a relationship could get everyone off our backs.
It seems like fun and games for Hunter, but separating pretend feelings from real won’t be so simple for me. And then there’s that rule…
Can I date a DILF without disaster—or will all my fears come true?
Don’t Date a DILF is Book 1 of Rules We Break, a spin-off series from Games We Play, set in the small, quirky town of Granville, where nosy residents meddle in one another’s lives, great friendships are made, and silly innuendos are a way of life.
Hunter’s POV:
“You don’t have to help clean up,” I said.
“I don’t mind. What’s a fake boyfriend for, right?”
I chuckled. “Right.”
“I should probably think about leaving when we’re done though,” Clark said, nibbling his bottom lip as he peered out the window over the sink. The rain had stopped for a while, but over dinner it turned to sleet.
“I don’t know, man. It’s probably slick as snot out there.”
He glanced sidelong at me. “Lovely description.”
I grinned. “Accurate, though. How about you just stay over?”
Clark looked startled. “W-what?”
“I can make up the couch for you. People probably expect you to stay the night with your boyfriend anyway, right?”
“Um…are you sure? I mean, it’s one thing to have people thinking you’re dating a guy, but this will set off new rumors.”
I raised an eyebrow. “I’m a grown-ass man. Pretty sure everyone expects me to fuck my boyfriend.”
It sounded dirty as it spilled from my mouth. I cussed plenty, even if I tried to rein it in around Toby, but saying the words fuck my boyfriend seemed to give my private thoughts a more concrete possibility.
My pulse ramped up as the certainty hit me. After days of waffling over fantasy vs. reality, I suddenly knew.
I want to fuck Clark.
Color rushed into his cheeks, and I stepped closer, stroking a finger over his skin to feel his heat.
“Fake boyfriend,” he said, his voice hardly more than a whisper.
“What?”
“Fake,” he repeated. “It’s all pretend.”
I took a breath, on the precipice of something I couldn’t take back. I could nod and agree with Clark, retreat into the straight guy life I’d always lived. Or I could step forward into the unknown, fling myself into a new experience. Something scary but thrilling, unnerving but exhilarating.
“It doesn’t feel fake, does it?” I said with my most charming smile. The smile that had been known to drop panties. Now, I guess I was hoping it worked on briefs, or perhaps boxers? I didn’t know what Clark wore, but suddenly I had a burning curiosity.
Clark swiped his tongue over his bottom lip, making it glisten, all the more tempting to me, and I was barely holding on as it was.
“What do you mean?” he asked hesitantly.
“I’ve been thinking about the kiss all week.”
“Y-yeah? In a good or bad way, because I’m sorry if this—”
“Good,” I said quickly, cupping his jaw. “It was good, Clark.”
“Oh.”
“Good enough I was thinking… Maybe we could do it again.”
He drew a sharp breath, gaze flicking around my kitchen before lighting back on me. “No one’s here to see.”
“We are.”
The words dropped heavy between us, seeming to suck all the air out of the room.
Our eyes locked, and there was no denying the thrum of tension between us. My pulse quickened and my stomach swooped. And before I knew what I was doing, I’d leaned in.
I held myself back from stealing another kiss though. Once was enough. I needed to know Clark wanted it too. I hovered close, watching the play of emotions over his face. Surprise, uncertainty, then lust.
Clark surged forward with a desperate sound, lips crashing into mine. Kissing me.
This time without an audience or an excuse.
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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