Title: Only With You
Author: JD Chambers
Release Day: December 5, 2017
Length: 230 pages
Cover Artist: Garrett Leigh
Synopsis
“I guess if the worst thing
I’m doomed to in life is mediocre sex, my life isn’t too bad.”
Self-starter and business analyst Zach Keller
is living his dream life. He spends his days working from home in his favorite
Tolkien t-shirts and pajamas while mothering his best friend-slash-roommate.
The fact that his sex life is a bust and his love life is nonexistent? Unimportant. After his college boyfriend
berated him for his unconventional desires, Zach doesn’t plan on sharing that
part of himself ever again, anyway.
“I’m tired of feeling like I
missed out on something by not going to college.”
Craig Pela isn’t lonely. He has tons of friends and weekends packed
with activity. He hasn’t needed anyone
since he left home at eighteen and never looked back. But everyone around him is moving forward in
life, while he still works the same retail job at the same video game store,
and it’s making him question his life choices.
After all, he doesn’t want to be the loser still playing video games at
fifty, does he?
As their relationship develops, Zach’s shy
nature melts away to reveal an irrepressible geek that charms the pants off
Craig. And Craig’s kind patience and ability to match him obscure quote for
quote leaves Zach wondering if he’s finally met the man he can be his true self
with. After all, how can someone else love you when you keep a part of yourself
hidden?
Excerpt
PROLOGUE
THREE YEARS EARLIER
“Look at that pretty boy watching us,” Eric says with a nod to
a slim blond in skinny jeans and leather bracelets that’s been eye-fucking us
on the dance floor. Eric’s dick grinds against my ass, and I lean heavily
against him, throwing back another shot that miraculously found its way into my
hand. They keep appearing, and I keep drinking them without question.
“Uh huh,” I slur and lock eyes with the man Eric pointed out. The
blond lifts his drink to his lips and licks them slowly after a suggestive
swallow, but his eyes never leave mine.
“Wouldn’t you like to take him home with us? Fuck that pretty
mouth?” Eric’s breath is hot against my ear, making me feel even stickier from
the sweat of the dance floor. “I bet he’d look so good, laid out
between us.”
This is it. Every fantasy I’ve ever had, come to life. Sharing my
body with my boyfriend and a stranger who wants me, wants to use me just for a
night. Letting my boyfriend take pride in what I’m able to give him, taking
what is his and allowing some lucky stranger to see a tiny glimpse, share a
small part of me, but never be able to really have me. I’ve been sporting wood
all night on the dance floor, but Eric’s murmurings have me diamond hard and
tenting my pants as I stumble across the floor to reach our admirer.
“Wanna hang out with me and my boyfriend?” I try to teasingly
trail a finger down his arm, but my hands are kind of tingly and I end up
palming his biceps instead. I notice Eric rushing past and out the door, so I
don’t even wait for a response.
“Come on.” I receive a stunning grin in return for my obviously
expert flirting, and he hurries with me out the door to find Eric.
“Are you kidding me right now?” Eric yells, and the giddy feelings
that have been bubbling up from my stomach and scattering around my brain like
champagne crash faster than a bottle cork in hypergravity.
“Get away from me, freak!” Eric pushes at my sternum, not
bothering to hide his disgust.
“But you said …”
“Everyone says it.” The thumping of the club music just around the
corner almost drowns out Eric’s snarls. The cute guy with the straight blond
hair and leather cuffs left me to Eric’s wrath at the first hint of his
displeasure. Fuck. It took so much liquid courage to approach him in the first
place. “But it’s just a fantasy. You really are a slut,
aren’t you?”
“No, I …” I have no ready response for him, and I need to stop
talking anyway. I can’t hide the wavering of my voice the longer this drawsout.
“Lose my number,” Eric says, and I slump against the brick wall of
the alleyway as he storms back through the heavy steel doors. Not back to the
dorms, to drown his sorrows about my betrayal or his disappointment in the
slutty things his now ex-boyfriend wanted. No, he’s returning to the club, probably
to pick up where we left off with the twink I approached for him. Or to
continue dancing like we were not ten minutes ago, only this time without the
shackles of me as his dance partner holding him back.
And now I’m alone, always alone, dizzy and drunk and trying to
figure out how to get back to campus. With both Eric and the blond gone, I have
no choice but to call CSU’s stupid Ram Ride to get back to the dorms. I’m so
fucking stupid. To think I had a real shot with Eric. To think anyone would
actually want a guy with the fucked-up desires that I have.
The waves of nausea hit me with barely enough time to lean from my
spot on the curb and puke into the gutter. A white car with the tiny green logo
pulls up, and it’s a girl’s voice that mutters, “Please don’t puke in the car”
under her breath.
I hold onto that one, solitary goal as we make our way back to
campus, as if succeeding at not puking in the free drunk-student car suddenly
makes me not a total loser.
Author Bio
JD Chambers wanted at various times to be
Indiana Jones, Pat Benatar, and Wonder Woman when she grew up. She never
considered writing down the stories she crafted in her head. They provided
nothing more than entertainment for long drives or sleepless nights, until one
particular story insisted it didn’t want to reside only in her noggin. She hasn’t stopped writing since.
JD finds unlikely heroes, humans courageous
enough to be themselves, and spreadsheets incredibly sexy -- the last one much
to her husband’s chagrin. Together, they
raise three teenagers and the world’s most mellow Chihuahua on the Oregon
Coast.
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