Sweet and Sexy Box Set (MM)
The first meet -- a shy glance, a furtive smile, or a tender touch. That first connection, and the sexy times that follow, can be the first step in a relationship that lasts a lifetime.
It isn’t always easy. Sometimes it’s a struggle to find that special someone. These stories by Jeff Adams, together in paperback for the first time, show the sweet and sexy journeys four couples take on their way to happily ever after.
Contains the stories:
Adventures of Jake #1: Jake’s a college student working two jobs—by day in a theme park being a superhero and the other in a comic book store. One day the man of his dreams walks into the store. Can Jake win his heart? He might need super powers to make it work.
Rivals: Mitchell Turner and Alex Goodman squared off over a face-off dot throughout high school. Four years later they meet unexpectedly on Thanksgiving Day. Mitchell is home for the holidays and is thrilled to see his crush all grown up. Can these guys create some holiday magic?
Heat Wave: Tuscaloosa: In the midst of an oppressively hot summer night, Ethan meets fellow grad student Marcus. While their initial encounters are scorching, can two busy student have more than a heated seasonal fling? Or could it be the beginning of something that will last beyond the stormy southern nights?
Make the Right Choice: Matt Blackwood never set out to become his father. As heir apparent to the family architectural firm, he works long hours, but he knows there’s more to life. Bravely striking out on his own makes sense for him professionally, so why is he so skittish about a more permanent arrangement with his long-time boyfriend Leo Morris? Matt and Leo must fight for the life they want.
EXCERPT FROM "Rivals"
“Trevor, this is Alex Goodman. He played for County.”
“Nice to meet you,” Trevor said, giving Alex a fist bump before handing over his gloves. “So, um, what exactly are you guys doing?”
“Proving to your brother that I can still beat him in a face-off,” Alex said.
“Ahhh. Best two out of three then, just to make it fair,” Trevor said.
“I’m game for that,” I said as I took position on one side of the dot. Stick on the ice, hunched over, ready to strike.
“Sounds good,” Alex said. He got into a similar position as soon as he was gloved up.
“This is just the face off, so whoever gets the puck off the dot wins,” Trevor said. “You two stay where you are after that and I’ll reset.”
Trevor held the puck over the dot. I kept my eyes on his hand, and away from Alex’s gaze. I felt Alex looking at me, but I had eyes only for the puck. Trevor’s hand twitched and then he opened it to drop the puck. As it was falling, I put my stick under Alex’s and lifted it off the ice. The puck landed flat and I swept my stick back, sending the puck behind me.
“One down, one to go,” I said.
“I figure I had to give you one.” Alex’s eyes sparkled, which seemed impossible under the harsh rink lights.
“Keep telling yourself that.”
I sounded calm and cool, but the butterflies were going. I’d focused so much on work since I’d graduated in the spring that I hadn’t really dated. I hadn’t even had a good hookup, so I was horny as hell. Alex brought it all to the surface. If Trevor wasn’t here, I’d probably tackle Alex and hope he wouldn’t try to beat the crap out of me for making that kind of play.
We set up again over the dot. Both anticipating, sticks banging against each other in the hopes of being in the right place when Trevor made the drop.
“It’s mine this time,” Alex said, just above a whisper -- a damn sexy whisper. I wanted to hear him say more in that voice. I was slow to react when the puck dropped a second later. I was too caught up wondering what my name would sound like if he said it with that husky, low whisper. Alex easily won, knocking the puck to the side. “Told ya,” he said as we stood up.
“Okay, guys, third one decides it.” Trevor looked to me. “Come on, Mitchell, family honor at stake here.”
“Yeah, yeah,” I said, getting into position and focusing, or trying to focus anyway.
Alex and I got into a staring contest waiting for the puck. He had a relaxed smile, but an intense eye lock. What was going on in there? I didn’t remember the smile from our high school days; back then he was serious and stern. I held the gaze, but when the puck dropped I was ready. I scooped it away with the backside of my stick and skated backwards, carrying it away from the dot. Alex took off after me and we ended up in a speedier version of the keep away game Trevor and I had played earlier. I dodged to my right to open up space and sprint away, but Alex anticipated the move and I ended up plowing right into him. He was ready for the impact, staying upright, while I bounced off his chest and crashed to the ice.
He took off his glove to help me up. “Sorry about that. I figured you’d stop, not slam into me.”
No worries at all. Hell, that was awesome. Alex was as rock solid as he looked. I’d love to run into that again, except next time I’d hold on instead of bounce off. I accepted his hand to stand up and then wiped the ice off my sweatpants.
“Congrats on that nice move to win.”
“How about I buy the winner coffee tomorrow?” he asked as we skated towards Trevor. “We can catch up.”
“I’d like that.”
“Excellent. How about seven o’clock at Jazzy Joe’s?”
“Okay. I’ll let you get back to it. I’m going to go run my sprints on the other rink. I’ll see you tomorrow, Mitchell.”
Alex skated off, hopped over the boards and headed to the other rink. I stood, watching long after he’d gone. Wow. I was going to sit across a table from him tomorrow.
“Drool much?” Trevor said, skating to a stop next to me.
“Shut up.” I shoved him away, causing him to get tripped up, but he recovered before he fell. “It’s coffee and catch up.”
“Keep telling yourself that, bro.” Trevor shifted from poking fun to more serious. “I saw how you looked at him… and how he looked at you.” Despite being younger, Trevor had a knack for making a point. “It’s been a while since you’ve had a date, Mitchell, so why not enjoy it?”
“Who said this was a date?” I asked, not wanting to drive up my expectations. “Don’t you imagine he’s dating someone, or even married?”
“You’re not. Why does he have to be?”
“Okay. Stop. It’s just coffee.”
“We’ll talk when you get home and see if it was just coffee.” He scooted the puck out from in front of me and took off. “Catch me if you can, Mitchell.”