Ace’s Wild Series
Release Date: 10.01.19
Jagger’s the son of a bookmaker and fixer. Now, he’s the owner of an exclusive, underground club…and he’s also been put in charge of the family business.
Preston’s the son of a wealthy, powerful, blue-blood Boston family…or he was, until he was disowned for choosing his friendship with Jagger over his family. Ten years later, he’s a Special Forces Operator—and he’s still best friends with Jagger.
But things are about to change, for both men. Because after a long year of no contact, Preston’s coming home to Jagger for the first time since they shared a surprising kiss.
One night, one poker game, and one hand finds Jagger lucky—and skilled enough—to win a chance to fix things with Preston. But what’s at stake is far more than their friendship—it’s everything…and both men are all in to fight for what’s theirs.
For the first 90 days of this title’s publication, all sales and page reads will be donated to The LOFT: LGBT Center (http://www.loftgaycenter.org/the_loft_history)
Ace’s Wild is a multi-author series of books that take place in the same fictional town. Each story can be read in any order. The connecting element in the Ace’s Wild series is an adult store owned by Ace and Wilder. The main characters from each book will make at least one visit to Ace’s Wild, where they’ll buy a toy to use in their story! The only characters who cross over to each book are Ace and Wilder. And with various heat and kink levels, there’s sure to be something for everyone!
Less than twelve hours after sleeping next to Jagger in his bed, Preston sat next to him at Rúnda’s bar watching him get half mauled by another guy.
Jagger was bi and a Dom, so it’s not like he minded it, and hell, this was a BDSM club, where hookups were pretty much guaranteed. Men like the younger one pawing at Jagger were carefully accepted into the club on a trial basis as guests of members before being allowed to come in on their own. And Preston was straight, and none of this had ever been a problem for him before.
But it was most definitely bothering him now—the way it had bothered him last time he’d been here.
It wasn’t just about this guy—it was everything. The memories of the kiss. This whole club. It was Jagger. And what the hell was he supposed to do with a sudden, inexplicable, undeniable sexual pull toward his best friend?
How about not kissing him and then running, for starters. Or trying to pretend that watching gay porn for the last year and jerking off to Jagger hadn’t been happening?
He told himself to shut up.
This guy perving on Jagger didn’t look like some kind of exclusive member. Preston was in charge of security, so it wouldn’t be too extra if he ran a background check. Immediately. In fact, he was trying to figure out a way to quietly pocket the man’s glass so he could run his prints, at the very least, when Jagger slid a shot in front of him.
“Have a drink, Pres.” Jagger’s voice sounded rough, and he winked before turning back to his conquest.
He knew what Preston was thinking—about the fingerprints, and, for all Preston knew, about everything. The air had changed between them, the current charged. But Jagger had left the ball solidly in Preston’s court, never more so than with this last shot.
Jagger had always been kinky—Preston knew that. He’d watched Jagger pick up men in various clubs, and he’d listened through thin walls when Jagger had company. Harnesses, cuffs, dildos…those were always lying around Jagger’s place, and Jagger was always encouraging him to find someone to try them out with.
“New horizons,” Jagger had suggested.
Preston recalled shaking his head. “I don’t need all this to get laid.”
“Dude, you have no idea what you’re missing.”
And Preston hadn’t…until he’d accidentally walked into a dungeon room exhibition, starring Jagger. In leather pants which left nothing to the imagination, tattoos on full display, and enough sexual prowess to make everyone observing want him.
It was one thing to hear Jagger talk about his sessions, see the sex toys in his bedroom, but it was quite another to witness the public goings-on in the private space. Thinking about what else happened when a man or woman was led from the floor into one of the dungeon rooms was what had gotten Preston into this trouble in the first place.
Because being around it had turned Preston on, something he hadn’t wanted to admit. Turned him on to Jagger, for Christ’s sake. If he’d found himself attracted to a random club guy, it probably wouldn’t have bothered him so much.
But watching Jagger be attracted to a random club guy? Annoying as fuck.
About the Author
SE Jakes writes m/m romance. She believes in happy endings and fighting for what you want in both fiction and real life. She lives in New York with her family and most days, she can be found happily writing (in bed). No really…
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