Splendid Isolation (MM)

Suncoast Society 45

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 123,377
34 Ratings (4.7)
[Siren Sensations ManLove: Erotic Alternative Consensual BDSM Romance, M/M, bondage, sex toys, spanking, HEA]
Following a humiliating breakup with his abusive ex and business partner, Wylie sells his software company and moves to Florida. He’s determined to be self-sufficient and turn his run-down homestead around.
There’s only one slight problem: he has absolutely no clue what he’s doing. He’s in way over his head.
Everett’s a skilled artisan metalworker exploring his kinky side. He never went to college, but he’s good at what he does, even if he doesn’t earn much working Ren Fair circuits. Enter a job offer from Leo, which solves one of his problems.
When the Viking blacksmith and the computer geek meet over a welding job, sparks fly. Literally. Egos clash between the two fish out of water while their intense chemistry draws them together. With love and sex as hot as Everett’s forge, the two men fall hard.
Then, Wylie’s ex tries to blackmail him into moving back to California. Is Wylie’s spine tempered steel? Or will Everett lose his first true love?
 
A Siren Erotic Romance
 
Tymber Dalton is a Siren-exclusive author.

 

Splendid Isolation (MM)
34 Ratings (4.7)

Splendid Isolation (MM)

Suncoast Society 45

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 123,377
34 Ratings (4.7)
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This is Everett's & Wylie's story. Wylie's a recent transplant to Florida & has been through hell. He started his own software company, made it a success, only to get involved with a Dominant in the BDSM lifestyle who not only abused him physically & emotionally but then stole his company from him. His trust broken, his life in tatters, Wylie buys a rundown homestead, decides to restore it & become self-sufficient. There's just one problem. He knows absolutely nothing about homesteading! Give him a computer & he's a genius. But farming, chickens, goats, orange trees, pasture, gardening...he hasn't the first clue! Everett has just as many problems. He's been married to Lara for years, even though he's gay. He & Lara have been separated for 2 years & are still best friends. But neither has moved to file for divorce until now. Only Ev's little sister, Eve, Lara &a handful of other close friends know he's gay. His parents don't even know. He's also a Dominant although he has no time to spend in the lifestyle. He's an artisan metal worker & blacksmith & darned good at what he does. Although he never went to college, Ev makes a decent living with his amazing creations at Ren fairs but it's certainly not enough for him to pay his share of the divorce costs. He's living in his trailer, the "Tin Can" on a friend's property. He has access to a forge & equipment to make his Ren fair crafts. But he needs to find a real job to be able to pay his expenses. A chance meeting at a Ren fair introduces Ev to Leo, a member of the Suncoast Society & owner of his own business. Leo's recovering from a severe accident & needs a welder. After exchanging information & getting through a dinner/interview, Ev finds himself employed by Leo. Wylie & Ev cross paths on Ev's first job solo welding job away from the shop at Wylie's homestead. Both men feel an immediate attraction to each other. But things go off the rails almost instantly. Wylie's in major pain from so much recent hard physical work on the homestead. He's also feeling the pressure making a go of the farm when he's knows nothing at all about what he's doing. A misunderstanding between the two escalates out of control. Ev & Wylie have an explosive argument. & the two leave completely at odds & not knowing that each is truly attracted to the other. Things escalate. Wylie & Ev keep running into each other. They learn more about each other & although they are as different as night & day in some ways, they have many other things in common. Slowly they form a friendship. Is there more possible? But then, Wylie's old partner & Dominant, Ralph, shows up out of nowhere & tries to blackmail Wylie into returning to California. There's something sinister at work here. Why would Ralph want Wylie back when he'd stolen Wylie's company, abused him & kicked him to the curb only months earlier? Something doesn't make sense. From this point, Ms. Dalton takes the story & spins it into an intriguing story of incredible beginnings, extreme loss, excruciating pain, betrayal, loyalty, amazing love & true friendship. Splendid Isolation is a roller coaster of emotions that will keep you glued to the story from beginning to end. I wasn't able to put it down. It isn't just the relationship between Ev & Wylie that holds your interest. It's not just the BDSM & the kink. The entire book is filled with authentic, realistic characters. As always, Ms. Dalton creates characters the reader can personally relate to. All the characters are completely believable. As the relationships develop & grow, as the story progresses, you're carried along with them. Ev's & Wylie's story was so compelling everything faded into the background as I read it. Ms. Dalton's skill is unparalleled. The entire Suncoast Society series is beyond amazing. Splendid Isolation is yet another amazing addition to this series. If you enjoy hot, erotic BDSM romances, I highly recommend Splendid Isolation. It's a compelling novel & you'll love it! Thanks for reading my review & happy reading!
Pam S.
Yet another excellent read in Suncoast Society series. I no longer bother to read the blurb on this series new releases. I just buy them as soon as I am able knowing I will thoroughly enjoy the story. This one certainly didn't dissapoint. It was also agood length book.
Cloudyemerald

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Excerpt

 

STORY EXCERPT

 

“Wylie? I’m Everett. Leo sent me to weld the mower deck.”

“Yeah.” He pointed to a barn set off behind the house. “It’s out there, you’ll see it. I’ll follow you.”

Everett held up a hand and continued on, hitting the button to roll the window up again. The guy was cute. Brown hair, brown eyes, slim. Maybe a little older than him, but no twink and definitely not a bear.

Stop it. He’s probably straight.

Doesn’t mean you can’t look, his dick helpfully replied.

He saw the mower deck setting in the grass and pulled up next to it. He was already out and examining it by the time Wylie limped up. Now Everett could see the guy was definitely shorter than him, maybe five eight, if that, although the way he was stooped over, it was hard to tell. No wedding rings, either, although that meant absolutely nothing.

He shook with Everett. “Wylie Young. Thanks for coming so quickly.”

Everett bit back the joke struggling to get free. Friend of a friend or not, this was a client, and he needed to act professional. “Everett Cannon. Not a problem. This bracket here, I take it?”

Wylie slowly nodded. The guy looked like he was in misery.

“Are you all right?”

“Just…” Wylie let out a pained laugh. “Sorry. Been a rough couple of days and I’m trying to get settled in. I trust Tilly, and she referred me to Leo. If you can fix it, whatever needs to be done, I’ll gladly pay and greatly appreciate it.”

Everett glanced out at the field adjoining the barn. It looked like a drunk toddler had tried to mow. “Need it to keep this place up, huh?”

“Yeah.”

 

* * * *

 

If Wylie hadn’t been in so much pain, he might be able to better appreciate the guy’s gorgeous blue-green eyes, his blond hair, or his delicious ass. Perfect body type for him, except for how damn scruffy he looked. At least six one and with strong, broad shoulders. Wylie wondered what the guy would look like without the long beard and mustache, and with his hair cut neat and short.

Probably a totally fuckable Top, on a scale of one to ten.

Mark chose that moment to walk up, of course. “You here to weld the deck?”

Everett nodded, smiling. “Are you his son?”

Mark snorted. “Nah. Neighbor. Live across the road. Those are my dad’s cattle.” He pointed to the eastern pasture. “I’m helping the greenhorn out.” Mark shot Wylie a playful grin. He knew he couldn’t be mad at the kid even though the friendly jab had dug deep into his pride. “Mr. M, the former owner, he had to fix the other bracket a couple of years ago.” He pointed it out to Everett.

“I saw that. Looks like it’s holding okay.”

“I was getting him used to pulling the mower deck when it popped yesterday.”

Wylie spotted the gears turning in Everett’s head as his expression changed, carefully schooled. “You’re teaching him how to use it?”

“Yeah. He just moved here Sunday. Don’t know nothing yet. I helped the former owner out. Mr. M. Died a few months back.” The kid looked sad, like he was blinking back tears before he sniffled. “I’m going to take care of the livestock. If you have any questions, I’ll be here for about twenty minutes before I need to catch the bus.” He headed off to the barn.

When Everett’s gaze fell on him, a battle between sexual heat and deep shame rolled through Wylie. The guy was probably straight, and probably fully capable of taking care of whatever happened in his life. Guys as hot as him usually were the full package.

“I-I’m the n-new owner,” Wylie found himself blabbering.

“You’re not from around here, are you?” The guy walked back to his work truck, where he started getting stuff out and preparing to do the job.

“California.”

“What’d your wife say about the move?”

Wylie wasn’t stupid. No way in hell was he going to assume the guy was gay and feeling him out, although were he at a bar, that’s exactly what he’d think. “Recently single, but never married.”

“So how’d you end up in Florida?”

“Friends of mine live in the area. I decided to sell out my share of the software company I started and retire early. Wanted to homestead. Be independent.” Wylie tamped back his growing defensiveness. He didn’t want to piss this guy off, especially since Tilly had given him their number.

Guy gave him a little fair enough kind of shrug before he started doing… Wylie wasn’t sure exactly what he was doing, and standing there and uselessly watching him suddenly felt very uncomfortable in a way he couldn’t identify. He couldn’t make small talk with him, he didn’t want to ask a thousand stupid questions, and he knew he could put his time to better use helping Mark and maybe learning something from the teen.

“I’ll be around the barn if you need me.”

“No worries.”

 

ADULT EXCERPT

 

Everett removed the blindfold from Wylie and dropped it back into the bag. “Look at me.”

Wylie’s eyes fluttered opened and stared into his.

He caressed Wylie’s cheek with his fingertips, pausing over his lips. A thousand fantasies, dirty and sweet, all rolled through Everett’s mind at once and what he settled on was leaning in to kiss him again, sucking on his lower lip before coming up for air once more.

“Feed me a strawberry,” Everett ordered.

Wylie had to pull his gaze from Everett’s to see where he was reaching, but he managed to get the strawberry and dredge it through the chocolate sauce and up to Everett’s lips.

Wylie’s hands trembled.

“Feed me from your lips.”

Wylie’s chest rose and fell as he opened his mouth and put the tip of the berry between his teeth. Everett leaned in, taking it from him, enjoying the soft moans the other man made as he swiped his tongue over Wylie’s lips to get every last bit of chocolate.

“Again,” Everett said, his voice hoarse.

He could do this all night with him. Had he loved Lara? Yes, but he’d never felt this depth of passion or level of intimacy with her as he already did with Wylie.

That saddened him, that his denials had deprived both of them this kind of relationship before now.

Then again, maybe he couldn’t have handled someone like Wylie back then.

Wylie couldn’t mask the way his hand shook as he took another strawberry, this time holding it halfway between his teeth instead of just a little bit.

Everett cupped his hand behind Wylie’s neck and held him in place as he leaned in to take it, another long, deep sucking kiss following. Then he laid back, bringing the other man with him, on top of him. Wylie rolled completely onto his front and kissed him, hard, straddling Everett’s right thigh and grinding his bulge against him.

With a fistful of Wylie’s hair, Everett held him in place and savored him, refusing to be rushed, his other hand sliding down Wylie’s back and into the waistband of his briefs to cup his ass, kneading it and making Wylie moan as they kissed.

Rolling them over so Everett was on top, he braced his arms on either side of Wylie’s head and stared down at him. A light dusting of brown hair across his chest led to a treasure trail down past his belt buckle.

Everett lowered his head and licked a path from Wylie’s chin down his neck and over his chest to the man’s left nipple. Flicking it with his tongue, gently teasing and testing with his teeth, nipping, biting until he got the level of gasps and moans he wanted before moving to Wylie’s right nipple and repeating it. When Wylie wrapped his arms around him, Everett lifted his mouth from his nipple.

“Hands over your head.”

A soft whine in response, but Wylie complied. Everett changed position to hold onto the man’s wrists, pinning him in place as he slowly tormented him.

He only got one first time with Wylie, one first time with a man.

He refused to rush.

Eventually, he kissed and licked his way down the treasure trail until he reached Wylie’s belt. Sitting up, he stared down at him, their gazes locked as Everett unfastened Wylie’s belt and worked on his fly. The man’s hard cock pressed against the front of his jeans, springing free when he pulled his briefs down.

Everett started tugging his jeans off him, and when Wylie tried to help, Everett lightly slapped the outside of his thigh. “Stop. Hold still.”

Another soft whine in response, but Wylie fell still and let Everett do it.

His own cock was screaming and there was very likely a huge wet spot on the front of his briefs. He didn’t care. He wanted to do this his way, and once his own shorts came off, his cock would be quickly buried inside this gorgeous man’s body.

Once Everett had him stripped, he spread Wylie’s legs and started kissing a hot path along his inner thighs, from his left knee up, skipping his cock and balls, and down his inner right thigh. On his way up again, he paused at the man’s sac, breathing on him, staring up his body at the nearly mindless need painted on the other man’s face. Wylie trimmed, but still had bush.

“I want my boy shaved,” he said, brushing his nose along the man’s down. “One of your jobs will be helping me shave down there, too.”

“Y-yes, Sir!”

He flicked his tongue out, a tease, along the bottom of Wylie’s sac. He could smell him, warm and musky and vaguely of soap, like he’d showered right before his errands. From the slit at the tip of his cut eight-inch cock a clear drop of pre-cum had pearled and slowly rolled down his glans.

“Do not come until I give you permission, boy,” he said.

With that, he reached out and held Wylie’s cock as he slowly licked his way up the underside from base to head.

Yes!

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