About A Bit of Rough
by Laura Baumbach
142 pages / 59500 words
ISBN: 1-933389-56-7
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When a handsome and seductive stranger tries to pick him up in a biker bar, architect James Justin impulsively lets it happen. But his fling with hunk Bram Lord for a one nightstand that turns into something bigger.
Forceful, highly physical, Bram matches and exceeds James’ sexual fantasies, but shy, uncertain James struggles to be everything the strongly committed Bram wants. Personal demons and family secrets make the road to a happy for both of them as they struggle to find balance and create a relationship they can both be happy in.
Sample
James sat down on the nearest bar stool, ignoring the way his jeans refused to slip over the worn vinyl. He swung one foot back and forth over the broken floor tiles, making a gritty sound; the thick leather soles of his boots peeled a layer of dirt off with each pass.
He ordered a Bud from the barmaid, noting the way her C-cups strained against the thin fabric of her low-cut halter-top. It was impressive and the blatant, inviting look she gave him in return offered a guarantee of a better look after closing time if he wanted it. James gave her his best ‘thanks, but no thanks’ smile and sipped his beer, rotating on the stool to get a better view of the rest of the room.
The Atlantic Bar was a biker dive, complete with pool tables, rock and roll music, and a small-time drug deal going down just outside the back exit. Led Zeppelin blared out a number on the jukebox and both pool tables had games going. The majority of the patrons were members of the leather and chrome set. Tattoos, tight jeans and shirtless black vests dominated the dress code for both sexes.
This wasn’t his usual kind of haunt, but he’d decided earlier tonight to do something unexpected, exciting, different. So instead of spending a Friday night at home, James Joseph Justin, architect and former altar boy, was cruising a biker bar for a one-night stand. Anyone with a cup size, even a C-cup like the well-endowed barmaid, need not apply.
At five-foot seven, one hundred forty-two pounds, there was nothing physically intimidating or impressive about James, but he could win over most any problem with his charm and little boy looks. Dark, unruly curls and a pair of wide, sapphire eyes softened even the most resistant during his normal day-to-day interactions. He doubted that would work here if he tried to attract the attention of the wrong guy.
A burst of catcalls and whistles from the far pool table attracted his attention. A deep, soft rumble of laughter cut through the cheers and the background noise to pique James’ interest. The sound sent a buzz of arousal through him, making him shift his hips on the stool to ease the sudden tightening of his jeans.