About Paying Forfeits
Written by Naomi Brooks and Angelia Sparrow
30 pages / 21000 words
ISBN: 978-1-60370-045-0, 1-60370-045-5
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Sam and William have a good thing going. Sam's young and driven. William is older and more experienced. Together, they play an ongoing game of sexual forfeits that leaves them both satisfied and happy, creating new games and even sexier bets every time they engage.
The game changes when Sam moves in and William gets an unexpected houseguest.
When they add Billy to their play, Sam starts to wonder if William is
a forfeit he wants to make, and he's afraid his jealousy will drive
them apart. Will their love get lost in the heat of the game, or can
they both come out winners?
Review
CB Potts, author of our first Games People Play novella, writes: If one hot man is good, we’re told, then two must be better. Logically, then, three hot men must be better yet. That’s what William thinks, when his disgraced godson Billy is sent to live with him and William’s lover Sam.
Billy’s working into a world of kink. Sam and William have an ornate game of forfeits, ranging from the cute and cuddly to steaming hot and sexy. When Billy arrives, Sam’s part of the way through spending a week on a leash -- as William’s puppy.
Paying Forfeits is fast paced and intense, with one smoldering, kinky scene following the next. Brooks and Sparrow weave in some interesting back story within the tight confines of the form. Guaranteed to get a rise out of even the most jaded reader.
Sample
“Bored, sweet boy?” William looked at Sam over the table.
“Never,” Sam protested, setting down his cards and moving
his peg.
“Of course you are. It’s a beautiful spring Friday. All
the boys your age are out walking with their lovers, going to concerts,
dining al fresco. And here you are, playing cribbage.”
“I like cribbage. I don’t like open-air concerts or eating
on the sidewalk where every passerby gawks and every bug in town finds
my food.” He shot William a sharp look. “Or are you bored?
Is having a boy-toy not quite what you expected?”
William reached over and stroked his young lover’s face. Sam was
barely thirty and quite lovely. His hand drifted from the heart-shaped
face to the dark curls. Sam gave him one green-eyed wink. William couldn’t
resist, and leaned across the table to kiss him.
“Ah sweet. What do you see in an old man like me?”
“Experience.” Sam was blunt as he kissed William, stroking
along the edge of his lover's neatly clipped beard. “The empty-headed
club-bois who can’t think past their next high or next designer
label and the workaholic queers whose bank-statement is their self-image
don’t understand balance. With guys my age, it’s all work
or all play. You have balance, and have forgotten more about good sex
than they’ll ever learn.” He ran his hand over William’s
salt and pepper hair.
“Besides. Fifty isn’t old. It’s perfect.”
“Flatterer,” William said. He smiled and stole another kiss.