Opposites attracting, billionaires getting kidnapped, a Papillon who’s smarter than you are, and near-death at a dog show….
Jericho Jones is giving up on social life. What social life? Six-foot-five and packed with muscles he barely earned, Jericho looks like an alpha top, when he’s actually a gentle bottom who teaches first grade and lives with his hypochondriac mother. When Jericho’s friends, Finn and Em, suggest he accompany Finn to a dog show as the handler for their Papillon, Batshit, he decides, while he might be the world’s least likely Papillon prancer, he’d be grateful for a new experience and a few days away from Mama.
Jericho’s prepared to take dog handling seriously, but he’s not prepared for the pure lust he feels for wealthy dog owner, Brees Apollonia, a guy totally out of Jericho’s league. But Brees’s family issues make Jericho’s look tame – his father wants to marry him to the daughter of a prospective business partner. When Brees starts being followed by unknown guys, he thinks his father’s trying to scare him and uses it as an excuse to be “protected” by big, hunky Jericho. But pretend gets way out of control, and suddenly the only thing between Brees and possible death is a smart dog with big ears, three intrepid women, and gentle wimp, Jericho Jones.
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As the elevator rose, Brees’s finger slid under Jericho’s crotch and tickled his balls through the fabric of his pants. Oh shit, I could come right here. He wanted it to stop. He never wanted it to stop. Dear God, in minutes, Brees Apollonia’s cock would be in his ass. In his life, he’d never wanted anything so much.
The elevator door opened and two people got off.
They closed and opened again in agonizing, throbbing seconds on eleven. Jericho burst out the door like he was shot from a cannon, and Brees was right behind him. They ran to the stairwell, stepped inside, and before he could take a step, Brees grabbed Jericho’s arm, turned him, and dragged Jericho’s head down.
Oh. My. God.
Somehow, in all that, he’d kind of forgotten that he and Brees had never kissed except for that brief peck in the grooming tent. They kissed now.
Brees’s mouth was so hot and so soft. Those two things went together like melted chocolate with butter cream frosting, but Brees was not playing pattycake. He pushed Jericho against the wall and ground out, “Bend your knees.”
Jericho did, and instantly, Brees was on him, their erections grinding together as their mouths devoured each other. They rutted so hard, Jericho knew his suit would be toast. Small sacrifice. But Brees growled, “Bed. Want bed so I can reach you better.”
All Jericho could manage was a head nod, and Brees turned and took off up the stairs. Jericho sucked in breath and ran after him. They made it one full floor, which was two flights of stairs, and started toward the thirteenth floor when Brees held out an arm and stopped Jericho. He put a finger to his lips.
Jericho stopped, gasping from a combination of strain and lust, but finally quieted his breath enough to hear it—soft music and voices coming from above. Music?
Brees was standing one stair up so Jericho could lean into his ear. He spoke super softly. “It has to be the same guys as last night. But seriously, they’re listening to music while they wait for you to show up?”
Brees turned his head. “If they don’t get the fuck out of there, I may play them the Funeral March, just so I can get you in a bed.” He slid his lips a few inches and captured Jericho’s mouth again, his tongue sliding deep.
A fun little caper…We met Jericho in book 1, although this book totally works as a stand alone. He is the classic teddy bear. Big and tough looking, but really he is far from it. He is a first grade teacher who lives with his mother. Two strikes against him when looking for a boyfriend. With school out for summer, he takes his friends up on the offer to show their dog, Batshit (book 1) in dog shows. Eh, why not, right?
Enter Brees, filthy rich, owns papillon dogs because he loves them and has a professional handler show them. He really is kind of a down to earth guy and is intrigued by Jericho. If only his father hadn’t been insisting he marry a woman for business purposes. And to produce the all important heir.
Brees and Jericho hatch a plan to act like boyfriends so that word gets around that he really is gay and getting married to a woman would look ridiculous. But then there are men following Brees, other random men hitting on Jericho, stairwell plan whispering, etc.
Without giving the whole plot away, Brees ends up in some trouble, Jericho and Batshit discover the trouble, they enlist more help and now we have amateur sleuths working together. With a bunch of show worthy papillons as sidekicks.
It was fun and silly. Brees and Jericho together were hot, but also adorable. I love that Brees- this rich, hot guy who could seemingly have anyone- just adores Jericho for who he is.
This is a good beach read with some silly things (please, authors, “buns” is in no way a sexy way to describe a man’s ass), some hot things and some cute dogs.
3.5 pieces of eye candy
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Tara Lain believes in happy ever afters – and magic. Same thing. In fact, she says, she doesn’t believe, she knows. Tara shares this passion in her best-selling stories that star her unique, charismatic heroes — the beautiful boys of romance — and adventurous heroines. Quarterbacks and cops, werewolves and witches, blue collar or billionaires, Tara’s characters, readers say, love deeply, resolve seemingly insurmountable differences, and ultimately live their lives authentically. After many years living in southern California, Tara, her soulmate honey and her soulmate dog decided they wanted less cars and more trees, prompting a move to Ashland, Oregon where Tara’s creating new stories and loving living in a small town with big culture. Likely a Gryffindor but possessed of Parseltongue, Tara loves animals of all kinds, diversity, open minds, coconut crunch ice cream from Zoeys, and her readers. She also loves to hear from you.
