Between the Lies, Club Syn, book 1
Draven St. James
Professor Graham Darrius leads a double life, everyday he enriches the lives of students, but at night he struts the stage as Ebony Powers at Club Syn. The two personas cannot mix, which is an easy rule to follow until a sexy man from Iowa stumbles through the door.
Spencer Neil, has never stepped foot into a gay bar and holy shit did he get more than he’s ever imagined. What did he know about drag queens, go-go boys and heated exchanges in dark corners? The world he lives in is academic and predictable. At least until he meets Graham, and sees that sometimes all is not what it seems.
Beneath the shock of discovery, misunderstandings, silk stockings, and wicked instruction Graham finds himself falling for Spencer and Spencer finds he’s getting a whole different kind of education.
Dr. Darrius left his spot behind the podium and navigated in the opposite direction of Spencer, toward the end of the other row, but nearer to the students. “I’m sure in some of your classes this week, you’ve played those silly little get-to-know-you games. What do you aspire to be? What’s your favorite pastime? Which pompous pretentious so-and-so from the history books would you most like to have dinner with?” A few nervous chuckles rippled through the hall. Dr. Darrius didn’t break stride. “You can probably guess by now, but we’re not going to do that here. You’re not here to play games. Everyone will get to know one another throughout the term, and I will come to understand what your abilities are in that manner. I have no doubt there will be times when you tell your friends and family how much you despise me, but I’m willing to bear the brunt of your hatred to help you flourish in your love of writing.”
Graham’s husky laugh followed the statement, and the hairs on the back of Spencer’s neck stood up. That sound was familiar, but he couldn’t place it.
Dr. Darrius stopped two seats away from where Spencer sat, and addressed the center rows. “So, here is how this goes.” He held up his hand and ticked off items. “We’ll review the syllabus, start on chapter one of…”
Everything else Dr. Darrius said disappeared as shock knocked all Spencer’s systems off-line. He gripped the sides of his desk to keep from jumping to his feet and grasping the man’s face to get a closer look. This kind of scenario didn’t happen in real life. It was too much of a coincidence. Too much bad luck. Too much…just too much. Mixed identities. A hot club-bathroom quickie. A sturdy lectern conveniently situated in front of a room full of sexually frustrated twenty-year-olds. Dear God, he’d walked right onto the set of a porno. And sure as shit, he was fucked. Except this time, it wasn’t in the good way.
He shook his head. Offtrack, Spence. This had to be some hallucination brought on by way too much jerking off. Maybe he was dehydrated?
At that moment of brain freeze, Dr. Darrius turned to Spencer’s quadrant of the room, and Spencer was pinned by the same deep chocolate-brown eyes that mocked and teased him in his memories. Eyes that briefly widened before Dr. Darrius cleared his throat and strode to the podium once more.
Ebony was Dr. Graham Darrius. No fucking way.
Spencer’s head dropped forward. God, his cock throbbed at the feel of Ebony’s body so near. The spicy scent of Ebony’s perfume filtered through his aroused brain. He couldn’t get his muscles to cooperate and turn to face his temptation.
“You’re giving off some mixed signals with your silence, hon.”
The touch of fingers along his back had him tensing with need but chained by confusion. He bit his lip to hold in whatever whimpered plea might have escaped. He’d spent years suppressing his sexual nature, so the tendency toward silence was automatic by now. It was far more difficult to make himself let out noise of any kind, much less anything intelligible.
“I may be a lot of things, but I don’t seduce unwilling men.” Ebony’s soft caress left his body, and Spencer swayed toward the touch.
“Stay,” Spencer whispered before he could rethink the word, but he knew he meant it. Whatever Ebony had to offer him, his body sure as hell wanted…needed.
The warmth of Ebony’s body caged him in the small space, like a furnace. The click of the lock being set into place had his heart speeding. What am I doing?
“And what would you have me do?” Ebony murmured, pressing close enough Spencer could feel the definite outline of a hard-on against his ass. “With you all alone in here?”
Spencer wished he’d had time to read a book on bathroom hookups, or maybe watched more porn. “I have no idea.”
I’m a born and raised Oregonian. I’ve traveled extensively in search of mischief and mayhem to fill my books. My ventures have been quite successful in inspiring a wealth of stories both sexy and humorous. It gives me a great excuse to do some crazy stuff in the name of research. Of course at the end of the day, coffee within reach, laptop at the ready is where I find my peace.
Draven St. James
Draven St. James