Between the Lies, Club
Syn, book 1
By
Draven St. James
Blurb
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.
Excerpt
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.
Spicy Excerpt
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.”
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Bio
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.
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