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End Game
Things are changing again for the foursome. Can they weather these changes as they do everything else—together?
Things are changing again for Bishop, Knight, Rook and Jason. Not only is Jason going back to school, but Knight has bought a cottage on a lake several hours away, and none of them are quite sure what it all means for their family of four.
As Knight loses himself in his art at the cottage and Jason begins the hard work needed to keep up with school, Rook and Bishop call each other often to stay in touch, but it isn’t the same thing as all four of them being together.
Could this be the beginning of two couples and the end of their foursome just when Jason was settling into being a part of this weird but wonderful family? Or will they find a way to make it work just like they have everything else?
Reader Advisory: This book contains use of urethral sounds and foursomes. It is best read in sequence as part of a series but can be read as a standalone.
The Piercer's Game
Luke sees a lot in his job as a piercer, but for all that, he’s shy and lonely. Can live-in-the-moment Temple open his eyes to life’s pleasures?
Luke’s a piercer and owns a successful business with his tattooing partner. Despite his job and his inked and pierced appearance, Luke is actually quite shy and lonely, not to mention inexperienced. An event from his past has left him unable to open up completely to anyone and it’s easier for him to just keep to himself.
Temple is a cancer survivor, coming up on five years cancer free. He’s traveling across North America on the back of his motorcycle, just going where the wind blows him. Ever since first being diagnosed, he turned into a true believer of living in the moment.
When Temple first turns up at Luke’s shop, Temple is immediately drawn to the quiet piercer. First he’s going to have to convince Luke that there’s something between them…then he’s going to have to work his way past Luke’s defenses.
Reader Advisory: This book is best read in sequence as part of a series but can be read as a standalone.
Pre-Game
Before there were four, there were three. Learn how Rook, Knight and Bishop came together.
When Rook and Knight meet at a live drawing class Rook is modeling for, it’s lust at first sight. Open and eager with his sexuality, Rook immediately draws Knight’s attention. Lust soon turns to love for the two men. The question, though, is what happens when a third man feels like he belongs with them?
Dive into this story of how Rook, Knight and Bishop met to become the threesome who invited Jason to join them in the Chess series.
Publisher's Note: This book was previously released under the same title. It has been expanded to include Pre-Game for re-release with Pride Publishing.
General Release Date: 27th October 2015
Excerpt from End Game
Knight had bought a lake house.
Knight had bought a lake house.
Knight had bought a lake house.
Jason looked into his glass of bubbly, trying to process things. How big was the lake house? Who was going to live there? What did this mean for their family? What was the lake house for? Why hadn’t Knight said anything? Jase knew that Knight was impetuous and a little nuts and Jase knew that the accident had been brutal, the recovery harder, but… Knight had bought a lake house.
This on top of finding out, like ten minutes ago, that he’d been accepted to the physiotherapy program at the university. Knight had bought a lake house and Jason was going to be a student. Neither one seemed quite real, actually. Like someone was playing a big joke on them all, randomly throwing these new things at them to see how they coped. Except, unlike Knight’s accident, these were both good things, right? Well, his getting into the program definitely was. He’d just have to hope the other one was, too.
Rook was babbling away, but it didn’t quite sound natural and Jase wanted to give him a big hug and tell him everything was going to be okay. Luke, the piercer, was going to be ringing on the doorbell any second, too. They were going to give Knight his rings back. That’s what this evening was supposed to be about—a celebration of Knight’s recovery. And then his letter of acceptance had come. And Knight had bought a lake house. Just like that. Jase honestly didn’t quite know what to think.
“Okay, everyone. One glass of champagne and that’s it. Luke won’t do the piercings if he thinks we’re all drunk.” Bishop got them moving into the living room with its low lighting and the big, comfy couch that could—and often had—hold all four of them comfortably.
“Aren’t we just doing Knight?” Jase asked as he followed along, mind whirling about his acceptance letter, school, the lake house. It was like they were on one of those wheels you spun to see where it would stop, only they were just all going around and around and around in his head.
Knight shrugged. “I suppose it’s up to Rook, huh?”
That made Jason blink and focus on the task at hand—if Rook wanted more rings, they could discuss it.
“I don’t know. Tonight’s for Knight, right?” Rook’s hand slipped into his and it might have been Jason’s imagination, but it felt like Rook was holding on just a little bit tighter than usual.
“Right.” He leaned in, speaking just to Rook. “Knight bought a lake house?”
Rook shrugged. “I guess?” Then his lover gave him that smile he loved so much. “And you got into your program.”
“I did. Scary, huh? Me, going back to university. It’s the right decision, though.” He hoped.
“I’m so proud of you, honey. Like really.”
“Thank you.” He was a little proud of himself, to be honest.
Rook tugged his head down, giving him a good, hard kiss. The caress was delicious, sweet from the champagne, tickly almost.
The doorbell rang and Bishop chuckled. “I’ll get it.”
“Just ignore it.” Knight was laughing though, the man looking almost whole again. Almost.
“You’re getting my jewelry back, baby.” Bishop could growl when he wanted to.
“Maybe. If I feel like it.” It was clear Knight needed this, was relishing getting his rings back, despite any protests he might make.
“No maybes. No discussions.” Bishop shot the words back over his shoulder as he went to the door. “Luke! It’s so nice to see you.”
“Bish! Man! It’s been forever!” The big voice boomed in.
“Oh man, he makes my nipples tingle.” Rook pressed close to him.
Knowing Rook didn’t mean that Luke himself did it for him, Jase chuckled, pinched one nipple hard, then tugged on the ring there. Gasping, eyes going wide, Rook rubbed against him.
“Is that okay? Too hard?” Jason wasn’t into causing pain, but he knew Rook liked a firm touch sometimes. Okay, a lot of the time.
“No, honey, it was wonderful.” Rook’s grin was contagious. “Surprising but so good.”
“You two are gooey. Awful.” Knight was lounging on the sofa, watching them.
“Are you jealous?” Rook dragged Jason over to where Knight lounged on the couch and they sat on either side of him. “We can be gooey with you too.”
“Ew. No. Shoo.” There wasn’t any heat at all behind Knight’s words.
Rook leaned in and laid a sloppy kiss on Knight’s lips. Knight gagged and struggled, but he was laughing hard. He liked to pretend to be all hard and cold, but they all knew better. Especially when it came to Rook.
Excerpt from The Piercer's Game
Luke finished doing his orders and the taxes, then rolled his head on his shoulders. Tired. He was tired and ready for a beer and a burger. He headed out of the little office he shared with Donny, waving at his best friend and partner as he passed by.
“I’m going to bail. You need anything?”
Donny shook his head. “No, I’ve only got another ten minutes or so left and Armen is picking me up. Turn the sign to closed, though, will you?”
“Totally. See you tomorrow?”
“Yeah. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” Donny winked at him.
The bell over the door jangled as the door was opened, a tall, skinny, bald man in leather walking in.
He and Donny looked at each other, wincing. No one was going to want to start something new this late in the evening.
“I’ll handle it,” Luke offered. It was probably just a question anyway, right?
He headed to the door, offered the dude a grin. “What can I do you for?”
“I’d like a tattoo, I think. Are you the tattoo artist?” The man had a gravelly voice, like he’d swallowed glass or something, and his eyes were so brown. They seemed huge, too, probably because of the bald head.
“No. I’m the piercer. Would you like to make an appointment?”
“I’d like to talk to someone first. Can I talk to you?”
Donny was swamped and about to leave anyway, Bill and KT were both working on big pieces that were going to take them until well past closing, so no one else was currently available. “Absolutely. Talk away.”
Those brown eyes took him in. “Yeah, I think you can help me.”
“Well, I’m the co-owner, so I hope so.” Just look at those pretty eyes. Luke could happily spend some time thus occupied.
One big hand was held out to him. “Temple Garrison.”
“Luke. Pleased.” He shook Temple’s hand, a jolt of electricity passing between them. Wow, he’d never felt anything like that.
Temple’s nostrils flared. “Oh. Hi.”
“Hi.” They were just standing there, holding hands like that zap had fused their flesh. “Jesus, sorry. Sorry, man.” He let his hand drop, feeling like a bit of an idiot.
“No, no apologies necessary. You felt it too, eh?”
“I…” What did he say to that? “How can I help you?”
“There somewhere around here we can sit? Have a bite to eat?”
“I…” Okay, that was odd. Intriguing, though. Surprisingly. “Jack’s Diner is two doors down.”
Wait. Had he just agreed to eat with a stranger? At least it would be in public.
Temple smiled, looking pleased as punch. “Okay, let’s do it.”
“Let me grab my phone.” He headed to the office. “Going to Jack’s, having a bite with a customer.”
“What? Why?” Donny demanded.
“He asked.”
Donny gave him a glare. “A repeat customer?”
”No.”
Donny sighed, rubbed his face. “You’d better be careful.”
“I’ll have my phone, man.” And Jack’s was practically next door and there was that whole ‘in public’ thing. Still, Don was a good guy. A genuinely good guy.
“Okay.” Donny repeated it, “Okay. You’re a grown man.”
“I know, right? Weird.” He gave Donny a smile and headed back out, turned the sign around on the door. “You ready, man?”
Temple straightened from where he’d been leaning against the counter. “I am.”
“Cool. It’s a decent place—burgers, fries, pancakes.”
“They do a salad?”
“I’m sure they do.” Even if Luke thought a salad was a weird choice for a tall, bald guy dressed all in leather, he tried not to make judgments like that, but this guy screamed biker and he had yet to meet one who was into salads.
“Cool.” Temple walked along next to him, long legs just eating up the pavement.
The walk didn’t take long enough to even talk, the well-lit diner inviting in the late summer night.
Excerpt from Pre-Game
Rook hurried along Young Street, checking his watch. He didn’t think he was going to be late for the class, but he was cutting it awfully close. Of course, he hadn’t realized that his meeting with the lawyer was going to take so long. On the other hand, if the dude—were you allowed to call lawyers ‘dude’?—hadn’t been so intent on talking him out of his purchase, it’d have taken half the time.
It was a good thing money was no object, thanks to Great-Aunt Anna leaving her fortune to the black sheep of the family—namely him—or he’d have had to insist that he not be charged for the time the lawyer spent on his own agenda rather than Rook’s. What did the lawyer care if he spent a hundred thousand or so on a store that sold sex toys? It wasn’t like Rook was asking the guy to come and buy, or even to ever show up. He liked the idea of owning a sex shop, and honestly, the money was a drop in the bucket.
All the paperwork was being drawn up and he’d be the proud owner of the place in less than two weeks. Too bad he didn’t have anybody to celebrate with. He’d have to bring some champagne in and celebrate with the staff once the sale went through. Yeah, that would work.
Arriving at the Art School, he went in and made his way to the Live Art class, walking in with seconds to spare. He gave Polly, the teacher, an apologetic smile and moved to the corner of the room to strip off. He usually showed up at least ten minutes ahead of the class, so he was already on the dais when the students came in, especially at the beginning of the semester, but it couldn’t be helped.
Naked, he ran his hands through his hair, and made his way to the raised seat. “How would you like me today?”
Polly tilted her head. “Why don’t you sit with your legs crossed, one hand supporting you as you lean back, the other on your knee.”
He assumed the position, shifting a little until he was comfortable enough to stay still for a prolonged period of time.
“Very good.” Polly smiled at him and turned her attention to her students. “Good afternoon, class, and welcome to Live Drawing. Our model for this class is Rook. He’ll be with us the entire class.”
She went on, but he tuned her out, checking out the students in his line of sight. They were all the same—earnest girls and guys trying desperately not to stare. All except for one.
This guy had long, long hair that was so dark it looked like a raven’s wing. He had a beard and was wearing camo that was totally vintage and completely oversized. That guy was looking. Admiring, even.
Rook couldn’t help but tilt his head the slightest bit, proudly showing off. Hell, this guy made him want to spread his legs and really show off, but he knew Polly would likely ban him until he’d groveled significantly. And the truth was, he enjoyed posing.
His move earned him a grin, slow and wicked—one that burned through him.
No hard-ons, he reminded himself. But damn, this guy made his balls ache.
He glanced away, his nostrils flaring as he thought about snow and ice and slush and stupid lawyers who thought he was a moron, in an effort to stay deflated. God, the lawyers thought did it. Boom. Flaccid.
Like an idiot, he dared to glance over at the dark-haired dude again. He got a quick little grin, those eyes burning at him. The pencil was flying, though, one sketch after another happening like magic.
Rook couldn’t wait to see. It was one of his favorite things about modeling, seeing the results. All the different styles, the different ways people saw him—it was cool.
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