Book Title: Best Wrong Thing
Author and Publisher: Colette Davison
Cover Artist: Covers by Jo
Release Date: August 23, 2024
Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance
Tropes: Forbidden romance, secret relationship, one-night stand to lovers, age-gap
Themes: Being true to yourself
Heat Rating: 3.5-4 flames
Length: 56 000 words
It is a standalone story and does not end on a cliffhanger.
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How can something that feels so right be wrong?
Blurb
What do you do when your dad tells you he’s married the woman he had an affair with? Go out and get drunk.
At least, that’s my plan until the cute guy behind the bar chats me up. One thing leads to another, and we end up in bed together, only for me to discover he’s the last person on earth I should be fooling around with.
The problem? I can’t keep away, even though I know I should.
The more time I spend with Archer, the deeper I fall for him.
But when everyone around us will judge us for being together, can I be brave enough to admit he’s the best wrong thing to ever happen to me?
Best Wrong Thing is a one-night stand-to-lovers forbidden romance, with an age gap relationship, a strained holiday, and parents behaving badly.
Swift footsteps pound behind me. I ignore them. Archer isn’t the only person who’ll go jogging on the towpath.
Someone taps me on the shoulder. My heart leaps into my throat.
Archer passes me, turns to face me, and jogs on the spot. His face is pink, his hair damp and pushed back. A V of sweat has formed on his grey T-shirt. His tight shorts show off his powerful thighs. My mouth waters.
He grins. “Fancy meeting you here.”
“Fancy that.”
“You weren’t hoping to meet me, were you?”
I lift my chin. “Why would you think that?”
“Oh, I dunno. Maybe because I told you my running route yesterday, and now here you are.”
“Here I am.”
He stops and stretches. “I’m glad you came.”
I can’t speak. A lump has formed in my throat. He’s stunning, sassy, sexy, and fuck do I want him. I step forward, cup his jaw, and peck his lips. He tastes of mint. His upper lip is damp with salty sweat.
“You can do better than that,” he whispers.
I can. I want to. I will. I grab the waistband of his shorts, pull him against me, stroke his jaw, and kiss him hard. I pour weeks of frustration into the kiss. He settles his hands on my hips and battles my tongue with his. He whimpers and moans, spurring me on to kiss him longer, harder, deeper. I don’t ever want the kiss to end. I’m a trembling, quivering wreck. My lips tingle. Warmth travels out from every point of contact with him, flooding around my body, rushing towards my cock, which stiffens. So does his, pressing against me.
I have to breathe.
He chuckles. “Where’s a balloon sword when you need one to hide your hard-on? That was a nice surprise.” He licks his damp, swollen lips.
I still can’t speak. What am I doing? Giving in. I can’t think beyond the moment and my pulsing desire. I want him. Why didn’t I go to his flat and tell him that? Why did I seek him out here?
Things can’t get out of hand. They’re already out of hand.
Colette’s personal love story began at university, where she met her future husband. An evening of flirting, in the shadow of Lancaster castle, eventually led to a fairytale wedding. She’s enjoying her own ‘happy ever after’ in the north of England with her husband, two beautiful children and her writing.
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