Title: Tricks and Bids
Series: Suit of Harte's, Book One
Author: Jacqueline Grey
Publisher: NineStar Press
Release Date: February 17, 2020
Heat Level: 3 - Some Sex
Genre: Contemporary, LGBTQIA+, BDSM, romance, contemporary, gay, sex industry, prostitution
When Michael Nole propositions Dillon Spade outside a BDSM club one evening, all he is looking for is a potential client and a little kink. He gets much more than he bargained for. As a prostitute, Michael enjoys sex but keeps an emotional distance between himself and the men he sleeps with. His priority is to keep himself safe, but after a night in Dillon’s bed, he finds the line between enjoyment and occupation blurring.
Dillon hasn’t taken another man home since his previous lover passed away six years ago, but there is something about Michael that calls to his inner Dominant in a way he cannot resist. His instincts want to claim the boy even as he reminds himself that he is only paying Michael for temporary company.
Their relationship may have started as a business transaction, but it’s difficult to remain professional when breaking all the rules.
“Hey. Wanna play?”
Now that’s an awesome opening line. Sold!
This story is big, even though it’s a short read. With this way of writing, clear sentences, steady pace, picturing the scenes smoldering hot, I can easily handle 500 pages of this awesomeness.
Leaving the BDSM club unfulfilled, Dillon is approached by a handsome guy.
After a short conversation, Dillon takes Michael to his home to play.
And oh my goodness can Dillon play. Originally Dillon is a 24/7 Dom.
He lost his sub six years ago and since that moment he didn’t have any other. Now here is one, in his home submitting. It costs him a fortune, but Michael is worth every penny.
What a great story. I love (almost) everything about BDSM but certainly the way this Dom plays. Dillon is strong, independent, fair, and thoughtful about every move.
Michael is everything for Dillon.
The way the author displays their scenes are intense and delicious.
It’s a novella and enough developed to get completely involved. BDSM is the right scenery for me to get enchanted.
Lovable and endearing characters, likewise for the secondary characters.
As I said, for me, this story could be much much longer.
For now, I’m content about how this story went and ended!
And hey, I saw it’s part #1 of a series, awesome!
Tricks and Bids
Jacqueline Grey © 2020
All Rights Reserved
“Hey. Wanna play?”
Dillon glanced up to find a young man leaning against the hood of his car. At Dillon’s pointed look, he took a step back, so he no longer touched the automobile.
“What gave you the impression I want company?”
“You obviously didn’t find what you were looking for in there” came the reply with a nod back at Harte, the BDSM club Dillon had just exited. “If you had, you wouldn’t be leaving this early.”
“And you think you’re what I want?”
The boy shrugged.
Dillon peered at him. He appeared to be in his midtwenties, fit and tight in the way Dillon remembered being before he’d hit thirty-three. He was shorter than Dillon with dark-brown hair long enough to grip: two things Dillon liked in a submissive. There was something familiar about him as well. If Dillon wasn’t mistaken, he’d seen him heading into a nearby motel a few times and never with the same “date.”
“Are you a prostitute?” Dillon asked.
The blunt question evoked an expression of surprise, but it rapidly morphed into a smooth smile. “‘Prostitute’ sounds like a job. It’s more of a hobby.”
“One you get paid for.”
“It’s a good hobby.”
Dillon cracked a smile. “How much do you charge?”
“Depends on what you want to do.”
That was reasonable enough, and if he’d been waiting outside Harte, he must know to expect kink and charge for it accordingly. “Are you clean?”
“Yes, and condoms are necessary and at your expense.”
“Expense? That sounds like a job term to me,” Dillon teased.
He considered his options. The boy was right. He hadn’t found what he was searching for in the club, and he held no illusions he ever would. Even after six years, he couldn’t help comparing every submissive he came across to the lover he’d lost. Harte called him a stubborn old goat, but the thought of building a relationship from scratch exhausted him. It was so hard to find someone whose rhythms and tastes fit with his own. Granted, the club was designed for negotiation and mutually desired play, but that was for the scenes that took place there. What about the rest of the time?
Dillon didn’t want a casual play partner. That did nothing more for him than scratch an itch that would return in no time. He wanted someone he could build a life with. He wasn’t going to find that with a prostitute, but something about the stranger brought forth yearnings Dillon hadn’t felt in years. He could take the boy home with him, indulge in what he wanted in his own territory and under his own rules. It would be a purchased illusion, but it beat going home alone and sleeping in an empty bed.
“Come on,” he said, pulling his car door open and unlocking the other side. “We’ll talk details when we get to my place.”
“Your place? Don’t you mean a hotel?”
“My place,” repeated Dillon. “I don’t do quick fucks.”