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Cloudy With a Chance of Bad Decisions by Fae Quin
Length: approx. 140,000 words
Series: standalone
Genre: contemporary, rom-com
Tropes: opposites attract, grumpy x sunshine, only one tent, ex boyfriend’s wedding, kink exploration, summer vibes, dildo meet-cute, feminization, breeding kink, forced proximity, family plays matchmaker, exhibitionism
Trigger/Content Warnings: Dildo Meet Cute, Strict Top/Bottom Roles, Kink Exploration, Dom Awakening, Sex Toys, Bondage, Double Penetration (with a toy), Matchmaking Family, Summer Camp Roleplay, Feminization, Safe Kink Practices, Daddy/Boy Vibes, Only One Tent, Semi Voyeurism, Breeding Kink, Cum Play, Breath Play, Rimming, Puppy Play, Abusive Ex Boyfriend, Unsafe Kink (Ex Boyfriend), Recreational Marijuana Use, Referenced Serious Illness (Side Character), Using The Word “Cunt” and “Pussy” for an Ass
If “bad decision” had a photo next to it in the dictionary, it would be of Alex James.
What’s better than attending your ex’s wedding? A camping trip in the woods, complete with bugs, critters, and sharing a tent with the hottest—and most infuriating—man alive. It’s basically a full itinerary of terrible decisions…
George: When I came home for the first time in years, I was expecting a peaceful week celebrating my ex’s upcoming nuptials, some quality time with my overly enthusiastic mom, and a much-needed break from the dumpster fire that my life has become. Instead, I’ve been tricked into sharing a tent with Alex—the human equivalent of a smug smirk—who somehow manages to be both infuriating and alarmingly attractive. He pushes every button I have, knows exactly how to get under my skin, and worst of all… I think I want him to. Which is great, because nothing says “relaxing vacation” like emotional whiplash and unresolved sexual tension in a nylon sweatbox. Alex: I keep things casual. It’s easier that way. Safer than letting someone in and finding out—once again—that I’m not enough, or worse, that I’m too much. But George? He’s messing with my game plan. He’s uptight, prickly, and has made it painfully clear that he doesn’t like me. But there’s something in the way his eyes spark when we argue, something in his laugh and those quiet moments when we’re not at each other’s throats, that draws me in. The more time we spend together, the harder it is to ignore the pull between us. It terrifies me—because I want him, badly—but I can’t let him see the mess I’ve been hiding behind these walls. Not now. Not ever.
Cloudy With a Chance of Bad Decisions is a standalone MM romance with high heat, a HEA, and no cliffhangers. Includes a blossoming idiots-to-lovers romance between an insecure flirt and the adorably grumpy man his sister has decided to set him up with. Together these two are argumentative, snarky, and hot like fire. If you like funny stories with lots of banter, off the charts chemistry, hurt/comfort, graphic steam, and the slowest, sweetest of all burns then read on!
But if I couldn’t be honest with George, how could I expect him to be honest with me? George tensed, and to combat it, one of my hands slid up the center of his chest, cupping his throat in my hand. His Adam’s apple bobbed when he gulped. I squeezed, just enough to get his focus on me and not the thoughts in his head. If I start it’ll be easier for him to open up. “I want to restrain you,” I told him. “With rope.” “O-okay.” “I want to fuck you when you’re bound.” “R-right.” Christ, his stuttering was adorable. “I want to call your hole a pussy. Want to talk about impregnating you. Want to cum in your ass.” Jesus, just laying it out like that should not have been as sexy as it was. It should’ve made it feel clinical, but it didn’t. Maybe communication was half the fun? George groaned, the sound vibrating beneath my palm—like simply hearing the list of kinks I wanted to try was getting him off. “I’m going to try a few things. And I want this to be organic, natural, just you and me. We may progress places I don’t plan sometimes, and that’s okay. But I need to know that if that happens you’re going to tell me if you’re uncomfortable, need to slow down, or want to stop.” “I can do that.” George’s voice was throaty. Maybe not as hoarse as mine, but certainly affected by what we were doing. I gave his neck another gentle squeeze. His heart was beating like crazy. Skittering all over the goddamn place. “I never want you to lie to me George,” I said firmly. “Do you understand that?” “Yes.” “Even if you think I want something, I don’t want that to alter your judgment. You choose based on your own desires, not mine.” There was no room for argument in that statement, and I hoped he understood that, though I doubted I’d manage to get away with such a decisive command without some push back. “But…” George protested. I grinned, proud that I’d seen right through him. “George,” I made a point to use his name again, not his nickname, “No buts. I’m serious. If you lie to me about your boundaries we will not be having sex again. Do you understand? That is my hard limit. You will break me if you lie. Don’t.” “Okay.” Apparently phrasing it like that did the trick. Suddenly George was eager to be honest. Which I definitely preferred over having sex with a yes-man. He was a pleaser. It was obvious that George would bend over backward to make his lover happy—to his own detriment. Which…was adorable. And sad. And not what I wanted from him. I wanted to make him feel good the way he preferred. I wanted his focus to be completely, entirely on me like it’d been last night. Only better. Because this time I was prepared. I wanted to eclipse every other relationship he’d ever had. I wanted to become the only thing that existed in his world and his mind. I wanted to be the standard he set for himself. I wanted to matter to him. To matter more than anyone or anything he’d experienced. There would be no skeletons in our closets. There would be no exes to taint what burned molten bright between us. There would be no “not enoughs” or “too muches.” Just George and me, and the trust and camaraderie we’d built, brick by brick.
Fae is a romance enthusiast and multi-talented artist and writer. With a love for classic monsters, adorable meet-cutes, and contemporary romance, she can often be found with her nose buried in a book and her beloved pet corgi, Champa, by her side. A resident of Utah, Fae is happily married and enjoys collecting squishmallows in her spare time.
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