Trey is a natural submissive, but no one wants to take on a blind man. When Trey and Lucien hit it off, it could be the answer to Trey’s prayers.
When Lucien meets his favorite author at a book signing, he's surprised to discover the man is not only blind, but much younger than he’d expected. He’s even more surprised to discover that Trey shares a passion of his—BDSM.
Trey loves his life as a horror mystery writer, but it is a lonely one. Immediately drawn to Lucien, he’s surprised and intrigued when Lucien ferrets out his interests in certain aspects of BDSM right from the start.
Is Lucien exactly who Trey’s been waiting for, or is it too good to be true?
Trey took his guide dog Happy out, heading to the coffee shop at the corner. It was quiet there, especially late at night, and he knew Sarah and Anthony, the owners, would make sure he was taken care of. It was the one place he felt comfortable going on his own, thanks to them.
“Hey, Trey!” Sarah called out as he hit the door. “How’s it going?”
“Good. Good. Caramel latte, love?”READ MORE
“You got it. We’ve got a piece of caramel crunch pie left, too.”
“Oh, rock on. Thanks.”
He sat, put one of his earbuds in, and checked his emails. There was one from the guy with the pretty voice, thanking him for signing. He answered with—
You’re welcome, man. Good to meet you.
It had been his first book signing, and it had gone okay. The guy with the pretty voice had been good-looking if Allison’s fluttering about him afterward was anything to go by. She’d described him as tall, dark and perfect. His voice had been…liquid velvet was pretty fucking cheesy. Still, it was true.
Velvety soft and rich and…whoa. Okay. Okay. No springing wood. The guy had asked him out for coffee in that voice…
His email binged.
Nice to meet you too. I meant it, about the coffee.
I managed to get myself a cup.
Lucien’s reply didn’t take long to arrive.
You’re going to make me come right out and say it, aren’t you? I’m more interested in you than in coffee.
I don’t know you from Job.
Trey wanted to, though. The idea of it both thrilled and scared him. More thrilled, if he were being honest.
Thus the coffee.
He chuckled at that.
I guess so. I have to be careful, you know?
I get that, I do. But if we could do coffee at the place of your choice. What can I do in a public place?
Yeah. I have a good place here. Safe. Folks know me.
There you go. Invite me over.
Earthscape Java on Cornell.
Oh, God. Oh, God, what had he done?
I’ll be there in twenty.
Twenty. That gave Trey time to go home, to bail. He really didn’t want to. He should, though, right?COLLAPSE