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FOR FAKE’S SAKE and other stories, by JJ Harper
Three short stories of love found when it’s least expected.
Length: 70,000 words Series: standalone Genre: contemporary Tropes: fake boyfriends, strangers to lovers | Daddy/boy, age gap | age gap Trigger/Content Warnings: One book is Daddy/boy, but not littles
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For Fake’s Sake When Ollie bumps into his old school bully, Monty, in a bar, he soon finds himself a speaker at a school gala. Not only that but after Monty sees him with a man, it seems he has to find a boyfriend to accompany him. Enter Jack, the stranger from the bar. He stupidly didn’t get Ollie’s number. Fate has a wonderful way of working, and the two young men find themselves fake boyfriends. Can they pull it off without falling in love? Table For One It’s Pride Day, and Spencer bumps into the perfect Daddy. Can he keep him for the night? Carl walked away from his wife when he could no longer live a lie. When the fabulous twink bounces into him on a hot and sweaty night, he knows he can’t let him go after just one night. But Spencer remembers more about him, and although he knows it will break is heart he breaks off any chance of them being together. Will Carl be able to prove it doesn’t matter, that nothing is more important than them being together? Worth Waiting For Elliot a gay forty-one-year-old man finds himself lost in Mexx, a top-end high street store looking for two female employee’s birthday gifts. The soft male voice not only has him looking to his side, but his heart pounding fast at the sight of the exquisite young man offering his assistance. The offer of dinner together has Noah shocked, but he shyly accepts. When Elliott is stood up, he’s not ready to write Noah off and returns to the store to find out why. After his mum is diagnosed with MS Noah moves back home to help, which means that if she’s not well his plans get cancelled. Missing out a chance with Elliot hurts more than it should. After being given a second chance, is the spark they felt for real. Have they both found the perfect man? The forever kind. For Fake’s Sake was originally in a giveaway, Table For One has been available before in an anthology. Both books have been extended. Worth Waiting For is a brand-new short story.
Table For One “You’re fucking gorgeous,” I whisper and flick his top lip with my tongue. He doesn’t take the bait and kisses me, though. I’m going to have to work harder to get the reward of his mouth on mine. “And you’re trouble, boy. Are you good trouble or bad trouble?” He tightens his grip and slips his fingers between my thighs. I squirm on his lap. “Why, Daddy? I’m always good. In fact, I’m very, very good.” I wiggle my hips some more, and he pinches my butt cheeks. “I’ll be the judge of that.” He grazes my lips with his, and damn, he can kiss. I moan as he pulls me closer and dips his tongue deeper into my mouth. He tastes faintly of beer but more of him. As he nips across my bottom lip, I writhe against him. He licks over the back of my teeth, the roof of my mouth, then tangles his tongue with mine in a heated dance. We kiss for what feels like hours. I can’t get enough of him. I rake my hands through his salt-and-pepper hair, messing up the neatly styled coif. I bite on his lip and suck his tongue, rutting against him, driving my dick into the thick rod that is his hard-on. He squeezes my arse, keeping me pushed up to him. The bulge of his dick promises to be a big one. I can already imagine the stretch and burn of my hole as he pushes inside me. My dick is painfully confined in my shorts. I’m going to have to ease the pain, but when I move my hand down to the button, Carl grabs it. I pull away and stare at him. “Not here,” he growls. His grip is firm but not painful. “Then you need to take me somewhere we can because my dick is fucking trapped in these shorts,” I grumble. His eyes shine with amusement. “Maybe that’s your punishment for wearing something so tight. Naughty boys don’t get quick relief.” Then he kisses me again. “Please, Daddy.” I grind against his hard-on. “We don’t know each other, but can you trust me, little one?” I eye him cautiously. Where’s he going with this? “I guess so. Why?” “I live a couple of streets away from here. Will you come with me?” “Hell, yeah! Lead the way, Daddy.” Doesn’t he understand Grindr or hook-ups at all? I’ve been to strangers’ homes a ton of times, but I get the feeling he won’t like to know that. “I’d like you to message one of your friends and give them my address.” “You’re kidding me, right? Why would I do that?”
Just in case you don’t know me. I’m a simple soul who puts all my hopelessly romantic thoughts down on my computer. I’m usually in the living room—typing away—with my wayward Great Dane, Siddiqi, and an even more hopeless Lab pup called Buffy next to me on the sofa.
I’m a hopeless romantic, always falling in love with my men, determined to make sure they get the happy-ever-after they deserve, even if they do have to work hard for it.
I live in a tiny village in Lincolnshire, UK, with my husband and dogs, who are forever patient with me when I forget the time, and the dinner!
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