Reconsider Me (MM)

Suncoast Society 59

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 56,481
30 Ratings (4.7)
[Siren Sensations: Erotic Alternative Contemporary Consensual BDSM Romance, M/M, HEA]
Fenton had a bad experience in college. It left him with one hard limit he’ll never budge on, the same hard limit that’s tanked every relationship he’s had and resulted in his trust being repeatedly shattered. When he meets Joel, courtesy of matchmaking friends, he senses something different in the Top and wonders if he’s the real deal. Especially when Joel receives the Snoobug seal of approval from Fen’s young niece.
Joel’s first impression of the fricking adorable side is that he’ll break if Joel so much as looks at him wrong, much less plays with him. Fen’s limit isn’t a problem for Joel, because the Sephora-loving, Broadway-musical-singing, essential-oil-diffusing subby slid right past all of Joel’s emotional defenses like no other. And looks can be deceiving—Fen is much tougher than people assume.
After a family tragedy, when Joel’s past returns to strike where he’s most vulnerable, can Fen step up, swing hard, and save them with his cast-iron will?
A Siren Erotic Romance
Tymber Dalton is a Siren-exclusive author.


Reconsider Me (MM)
30 Ratings (4.7)

Reconsider Me (MM)

Suncoast Society 59

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 56,481
30 Ratings (4.7)
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Fenton White's not what he seems. Yes, he's successful in business. He's definitely gay, maybe even a bit of a stereotype. But he has so many facets to his character, and he just doesn't understand why, time after time, he ends up with the wrong guys. His relationships never last. Why? He has just ONE, just ONE, hard limit! But, while each and every guy he meets initially says "sure, no problem" to that limit, they've ALL lied. Why can't he find someone who'll accept him for exactly who and what he is? Is that really too much to ask? Or is he too damaged for anyone to ever accept him for himself? Joel Burch was burned and run out of Mobile by a psychotic ex-lover who outed him, got him fired, and destroyed his relationship with his family. He had to start over from scratch in Florida, and he's as gun-shy as they come. He's kept to himself while he built his business from scratch. He's lonely and lost. He doesn't want one-night stands or meaningless hookups. He wants his happily-ever-after, a husband. But just where does he go to find this? As mutual friends bring Fen and Joel together, there's an immediate spark, a connection, that neither has ever felt before. They both know they have to take it slowly. They've both been burned before. But they can't fight the draw, the rightness, they feel. Just as things seem to be working perfectly, tragedy strikes. It shakes Joel to his very foundation and has the potential to tear his newfound happiness to shreds. It also means a return to Mobile for Joel and Fen. Can Fen be there for Joel? Is it possible for their newly-found happiness to withstand the storms that await them? Can Joel deal with what he finds when he returns to Mobile? Or will everything come crashing down around him? With stunning twists and turns crashing into them from every angle, will Joel's and Fen's happiness survive, or will it all go up in flames, devastating each man yet again? This story grabbed me and pulled me in from the first page. Fen and Joel are so genuine with real lives and problems, but their individual stories are incredibly unique. I love that this book shows yet another of the incredibly diverse and beautiful aspects of the BDSM lifestyle. Most people have no idea whatsoever of the infinite variety and beauty of this lifestyle. Tymber Dalton is very much aware of this, and demonstrates it in each of her Suncoast Society books. Fen's and Joel's backstories are haunting and filled with pathos. Their relationship is hopeful, loving, heartrending, and redemptive. I felt every second of their pain, hope, uncertainty, joy, crushing despair, and ultimate love. As always, I couldn't put this book down. Tymber Dalton is my favorite author. She crosses genres effortlessly and is equally brilliant in each of them. I absolutely adore her BDSM books. It's no secret I'm fascinated by this lifestyle. Ms. Dalton actually lives the lifestyle, and it shows in her books. She writes about real-life BDSM, its beauty, incredible diversity, and sense of community. She's an astute observer of every aspect of life. She takes that knowledge and weaves it into incredibly genuine storylines. This book is yet another example of her awesome creative ability. In my opinion, she's truly one of the most talented authors I've ever read! I give Reconsider Me my very highest recommendation. If I could give it more than 5 stars, I would! Thank you, Ms. Dalton. You've once again outdone yourself. You're a mistress of your art, and your writing is beyond exceptional! One final note. Please be an informed reader and consumer! This is an ADULT book. It contains explicit language and BDSM sexual scenes. If you don't enjoy this genre, think hard before buying any book you know you won't enjoy. There are book synopses and reviews available on Goodreads and all booksellers' websites. Use these resources. DON'T LEAVE A NEGATIVE REVIEW WHEN YOU KNOW YOU WON'T ENJOY THE BOOK. It's not fair to the author! She works extremely hard to provide a quality work product. If you know you'll object to the book's subject matter before you buy it, you're doing yourself and the author an extreme disservice. Thanks for reading my review and happy reading!
Pam S.
Purchased last night and finished today. Once again you have a winner Ms. Dalton! Loved Fen and Joel's story. I sure hope to hear how they are doing down the road in another book.

Fen surprised me with his joy in life after all he had been through. I like that the group matched these two. I thought the pace was great and loved that their families were included. Fen did a great job of stepping up when needed and sure showed a different side.

Joel was supportive and gave his partner exactly what he needed. The rope bondage was cool. I have to admit I had to Google a few things to know what they were. LOL. Also how different their backgrounds along with their jobs were and yet they just fit each other.

Of course the sex was HOT along with the BDSM portions. Recommend highly! Can't wait for the new book on Monday! Keep writing Ms. Dalton - I'm hooked.

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A little after eight o’clock on Tuesday morning, Fenton White glanced at his desk, where his cell phone was currently buzzing from an incoming call.


Right now, Fen had too much to do to draw his focus from his current project. He was finalizing the plans on this valve for a customer, and the machine shop had to get the prototype started that afternoon on the CNC machine.

Not to mention Fen’s feelings still stung from last night’s encounter between them.

Fuck him. He can wait.

Three months into their relationship, and Fenton was ready to declare it over. Not that he wanted to, because Tom was smart, hot, well-educated, had a great job, and had his life together. Tom also seemed to have it bad for him. He was great as a Top in the dungeon and in bed.

Maybe it is me.

Tom was the latest in a line of guys who had either broken up with Fen, or he’d broken up with them before they could pull the trigger.

His phone stopped buzzing as voice mail finally picked up. Fenton nudged his wire-rimmed glasses farther up his nose and went back to work, hoping he could delay this conversation. Considering how he’d stormed out of Tom’s house last night after their fight, he wasn’t looking forward to their next talk.

The voice mail alert didn’t buzz, but a moment later, a text message came through.


Can we PLEASE talk about this? I’ll be home tonight by 7.


Fenton stared at the message and struggled against the urge to cry. There wasn’t really anything to talk about. Frankly, he was done talking about it. If one little thing was such a big deal to Tom that he’d be willing to tank their relationship over it, then Fen wasn’t going to give him the chance, no matter how right the rest of things were.

He was tired of putting himself out there—putting his heart out there—just to get stomped on time and again. Why should he always be the one expected to cave in?

And why the fuck couldn’t people be honest right from the start, instead of thinking they could talk him into changing who he was and trying to be sneaky about it?

Maybe I should turn myself into one of those selfish bastards, holding back, not letting people inside until they proved themselves.

Being the nice guy wasn’t working for him so far.

He waited until lunch to finally text Tom back.


Not much to talk about is there? You made yourself perfectly clear last night.


Fen set his phone aside and took another bite of the sub Ben and Jake had brought back for him for lunch. He was still working on this project and didn’t want to leave until he had the file sent to the shop.

Tom texted him back almost immediately.


PLEASE come over tonight to talk about this.


The last thing Fen wanted today was an emotional back and forth in text messages with Tom when he needed to have his mind completely focused on his job.

It wasn’t like they would come to a productive solution in text…or in person, most likely.

Wasn’t Fen’s first rodeo. He knew how this would inevitably play out.

Fen would finally break down and agree to talk to Tom. Tom would either apologize and back off for a little while before trying again, or try to wheedle and argue his point right up front.


Convince him.

Tell him how unreasonable he was being, and try to prove to Fen he wasn’t like other guys, he was special and should be given a chance to show him why, even though Fen had been up front with him at the start and Tom had agreed.

Aaannd they’d end up back at square one, which was when they first met and started dating, Fen had been totally honest and up front with him, and Tom had said sure, fine, no problem.

Just like nearly every other guy he’d dated for any length of time had said.

Bottom line?

They’d all lied.




“FYI,” Fen said, before he lost the ability to speak coherently, “no sex doesn’t mean you can’t grope or feel around. So…feel free.”

“I just might.” A fist grabbed Fen’s hair and pulled his head back. Joel pressed his cheek against Fen’s. “Who’s gonna be a good boy for me tonight?” His deep, raspy drawl raked across every nerve ending in Fen’s soul and tugged on strings apparently connected directly to his now aching cock.

“Me, Sir!”

It easily rolled off his tongue.

“I get too rough for you, call yellow immediately. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Hell, it’d taken three play sessions with Tom before he’d felt comfortable calling him Sir.

With Joel, it’s like…

It was almost like it felt natural. The way it should be.

Whoa, slow up there, kiddo. You just met him tonight.

Didn’t change how Fen felt, though. He had a good feeling about Joel, about them.

Like this time, maybe it really was different.

He’d never had that particular feeling before. There was always doubt lingering in his mind, eventually proven correct one way or another.

Joel dug his nails into Fen’s flesh along his thighs, his ass, his upper arms, pinching and playing, alternating with firm strokes that felt so damn great.

And when Joel cupped his left hand around the back of Fen’s neck, Fen suspected what was coming next.

The acrylic paddle was light and narrow and stung like a motherfucker. He hissed and gritted his teeth but didn’t cry out. He suspected the first several swats were Joel testing the waters, watching his reaction, because, seriously, he could spank his own ass harder than that.

The next one hit hard, across the crack of his ass and getting parts of both cheeks. That one made him whimper.

“Damn,” Joel muttered, then he went to town on Fen.

Yep. Joel had definitely been holding back. He alternated swats with the paddle with bare-handed smacks, with hard pinches to the insides of his thighs.

Then fingers gently stroked Fen’s sac, making him jump in startled surprise before he moaned and arched his back, trying to encourage him to do more.

The man’s callused palm cradled Fen’s balls, lightly rolling them along his flesh. “By the way, I personally enjoy giving a blow job as much as I enjoy getting one.”

Fen’s eyes fell closed and he tried to hump Joel’s thigh again.

A hard, bare-handed smack landed on his ass, startling him. “Didn’t tell you you could do that, boy.”

“Please, Sir,” Fen gasped, realizing he wasn’t heading for subspace, he was full-in deep inside it. “Please!”

“Nope.” Joel chuckled. “I’d rather leave you thinking about the image of me having you tied up just like this, except in the middle of my bed and on your back, with me taking my time licking and sucking your cock for a couple of hours.


Tom saved giving oral for special treats that had to be earned. He’d been pretty damned good at it, but it had always come at a price.

The last time had triggered the final fight, where Tom had started talking in the middle of said blowjob, about wouldn’t it feel so much better if Fen also had a prostate massager toy up there while Tom was blowing him?

First time Fen had ever put a stop to a blowjob.

He’d gotten up, gotten dressed, and walked out while Tom—who hadn’t gotten off yet—tried to beg and plead with him to talk to him about it and listen to “reason.”

Stop thinking about him!

Right now, all he wanted to think about was Joel and his hunky, talented hands.

Joel untied Fen’s legs but didn’t untie his torso yet, or move him off his lap. He did start switching implement out, though, including a fucking wicked cane that brought tears of pain to Fen’s eyes and drove out all conscious thoughts for…

A while.

When he finally could think again, he was untied and snuggled in Joel’s lap, resting against the man’s broad chest with the fleece throw draped over Fen’s back.


The good kind of fuck.

Joel sat with one arm draped around Fen’s back, the other holding Fen’s head, finger threaded through Fen’s hair. Fen looked up, staring into his eyes for a long, quiet moment.

The club didn’t exist. The could be totally alone right now, for all he cared.

Before he could stop himself, Fen reached up, hooked the back of Joel’s neck with his fingers, and pulled him down for a long, sweet, tender kiss.

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