Guest Post: Friday at the 7-Eleven by JT Hall

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Author: J.T. Hall

Publisher: Torquere Press

Length: Novella (17,000 words)

Genre: Gay BDSM Romance (M/M/M)

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Blurb: Brent is confused, Alex is desperate, and Craig has the answer for both of them.

Brent spends his time at the job site bullying young Alex. But Craig knows a thing or two about that.  Brent is a switch, one in need of a hard take down and some serious training, both as Alex’s Dom, and Craig’s submissive. And the best way to handle it is to get all three of them together after work.

Author Bio: J.T. Hall has a bachelor degree in Creative Writing and a Master in Education. She has long been active in the LGBT and local leather community and does charity work including AIDS education and suicide prevention. Currently, J.T. works as a technical writer in the healthcare industry and lives with her partner and teenaged daughter in sunny Arizona.

Talk to JT:

Email: jthall@diamondprintpress.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100005608068142

Twitter: https://twitter.com/JTHall7

A Quick Taste:

Brent wandered over to the drinks to get himself some Mountain Dew; a little sugar and caffeine might do him good. As he waited for the machine to fill his cup, he glanced up at the shiny laminated front of the machine, and saw a reflection of the cashier.

Now this was interesting. Tough Guy was staring at his ass. Brent turned around and gave the guy a challenging glare, just to see what he’d do. The guy only grinned—a grin that melded into heat in his eyes. Brent felt his groin tighten.

Okay. Maybe a possibility.

Slowly, Brent turned around, placed the cap on his cup, and stared back at the cashier. The other attendant wasn’t behind the counter. In the back perhaps, taking a break, who knew? Tough Guy met Brent’s eyes, and he knew, oh yeah, maybe a wife and kids, but definitely some ass on the side. Brent smiled, letting his lust show. Tough Guy crooked his finger for him to come over.

Brent almost balked; who was this bozo to tell him what to do? Still he did have a drink to purchase, and he was curious. He walked over, slapping down a couple of bills to pay for the drink, feeling oddly self-conscious. The cashier’s eyes moved over him with a dark hunger. It gave him an unusual quiver in the gut, not to mention lower down. “Hey,” Brent said softly, as the man rang up the change, not sure what else to say. Why are you watching me? He wanted to say it, but couldn’t.

“Hey,” Tough Guy said, handing him his change. He leaned forward, one meaty hand splayed out on the counter, making his bicep bulge even further. “To answer your question, yes. I was watching you.”

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