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Saturday, August 30, 2014

The final Paint Store Boy is here at last

Deep Purple Dreams The Paint Store Boys book 4(MM)

This title is offered at a 10% discount. Offer ends midnight CST, September 6th.

Blurb: Underneath Cuthbert Lewis’s prim charcoal suit beats a heart that longs for a bad boy to spank him and love him completely and thoroughly. Ponytailed, tattooed Samuel Gosling knows exactly what he needs. Starting with getting up close and personal against the alley wall outside Pinky’s gay bar.
Cuthbert is the final co-owner of The Paint Store. All his friends have found their Mr. Right, but happiness hasn’t come his way yet. And just when he thinks Samuel might be his answer, he discovers that due to his trusting innocence someone has been taking advantage of him at work.
Sam is falling for Cuth fast and hard, but can two such very different people ever find common ground, other than against a wall? Is Cuthbert too naïve to cope with the real world? And what about the other The Paint Store owners? Are they going to get involved as well?

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Cuthbert Lewis, aged twenty-eight, senior finance officer for Simla Inc., was the only one remaining in the large booth at Pinky’s gay bar. All his friends had left. He was one of four partners in The Paint Store. He’d been so pleased and excited for his gay friends as one by one they’d found their Mr. Right. Now he was the only one left. But would he ever find his own perfect partner?
Because Cuthbert had a secret.
Deep in his heart he liked his sex a bit rough and a little bit bad. Not broken-bones rough. And not drug-dealing outlaw motorcycle gang bad. But some nice deep-purple bruises on his ass rough. And maybe some pushed up against a wall and fucked right there and then bad.
He stared down at his charcoal-gray suit, starched white shirt, and shiny black dress shoes in despair. How the fuck would he ever find Mr. Naughty when, as an SFO, he had to look and dress like this? He’d considered getting a tattoo, but to keep his job it would have to be where no one at work would ever see it, so what would be the point of that? No one in a bar would ever see it either.
Morosely he took another sip of his sparkling water. And that was another thing. People looking for sex didn’t drink sparkling water. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had more than a single alcoholic drink when he was out for an evening. The fear of losing his driving license ensured that was his limit. Even at home he almost never had more than two drinks, because he wanted to be absolutely sure any effects of the alcohol were gone from his bloodstream before work the next morning. Damn he was boring.
Maybe he should go online to one of those dating sites and try to find himself a hot bad boy there. But from what he’d heard, far too many of the people there lied terribly about who they were and what they wanted, and some of them were already in steady relationships and were just looking for a bit of fun on the side. There was no way Cuthbert ever intended coming between partners. That was totally against his beliefs and standards.
“Dance with me.”
Cuthbert looked up, startled. It was a statement, not a question, and the man who’d made the statement had the most unusual amber eyes Cuthbert had ever seen. He was just about to say he didn’t dance, when he noticed a tattoo peeking out from under the edge of the tight black T-shirt Amber Eyes was wearing. He put his water down and stood up, sliding out of the booth and following the other man onto the dance floor.
“My name’s Sam.”
“I’m Cuthbert.”
“Cuthbert? Do they call you Bert?”
“No.” No one shortened his name at work, and his family had never shortened it either. Occasionally Basil, one of the co-owners of The Paint Store called him Cuth.
“Are you serious? It’s a bit of a mouthful. I’m actually Samuel but most people just say Sam.”
Cuthbert swallowed and said, “I do have a friend who calls me Cuth.”
“I don’t know what your problem is with Bert, but Cuth will do. So, Cuth, what do you do?”
To say senior finance officer seemed like too much information, or bragging, so he said, “Accountant. And you?”
“Landscape gardening. Own my own company. Work when and if I goddamn feel like it.”
“That sounds wonderful.” Cuthbert knew he’d never be brave enough to do that. He could be assertive if the company was heading down the wrong pathway with their financial decisions, but never about anything else. He’d never be brave enough to tell a client to go away just because he didn’t feel like working. He’d be too terrified they’d take their business to a competitor. Yeah, he was a wimp. And not just a wimp in his work life, but also a wimp in his personal life.
Like now. Samuel’s amber eyes were filled with lust and appreciation, but was he going to touch the man? Maybe hold him as they danced? Hell no. He was too worried about acting like he was encroaching on someone else’s personal space. He bet if Samuel wanted to touch him he wouldn’t stand back.
I need to be more assertive. To ask for what I want.
But somehow he knew he wouldn’t do it. He liked the look of Samuel. He had just the right hint of bad boy about him. That tight black T-shirt, and biker boots under his skinny leg jeans. But would Cuthbert have the self-confidence to ask for his cell phone number? Probably not.



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