March 5, 2012 by Anne Tenino
Three weeks from today is officially Frat Boy & Toppy Day! I’ve decided that, in celebration (fine and for promo), I’m going to post some excerpts weekly, every Monday until the day it comes out. Which is March 26th, BTW.
But, of course, you don’t have to wait until it’s out to buy it. You can pre-order it from Riptide Publishing now. By pre-ordering, you get a couple of perks. For one thing, you’re entered into a drawing for free books for a year (this is true with any pre-order from the Riptide site).
But wait! There’s more!
Pre-ordered books are released two days ahead of the general release. You can be done reading and have your rave review up on Goodreads or wherever before your friends even download the book! Think of the envy you’ll inspire. There are more reasons, too. Read about them here.
Enough of this, let’s talk about the book, shall we?
Brad is great at meeting other people’s expectations. But his own? Not so much. Take the gay thing. Okay, so yeah. It took a morning meeting with a frat brother’s hairy, naked ass for him to admit it, but he knows the truth about himself now. Let the gay life commence.
Unfortunately, it’s not that easy. He hasn’t quite determined how to come out to anyone, even Sebastian, the geeky-hot TA in his history class. Sebastian is everything Brad is not. Intellectual, suave, hairy. Out. And he doesn’t seem interested in Brad, even when Brad makes a fool of himself trying to catch his notice.
Score one for foolery: Sebastian does more than notice Brad; he takes him to bed. Brad’s been with plenty of girls, but with Sebastian, the sex is something else entirely—hot, mind-blowing, affirming, and a little domineering in a way that drives him wild. But when great sex turns into something more—dare he admit the “L” word?—Brad must face the crushing realization that Sebastian doesn’t feel the same. Unless, of course, he does. After all, even grad students can be idiots about matters of the heart.
This is from near the beginning of the book, not long after Brad comes to the realization that he really is gay. Here, he’s quickly coming to another realization: He’s hot for teacher. Well, hot for teacher’s assistant, actually.
Among all the other revelations last week, Brad figured out he was attracted to dark-haired guys with tight, compact bodies. Like Sebastian’s. He wanted guys on the short side, with hairy chests and thighs and even hair on their ass. Maybe because he had so little body hair.
His palms tingled just thinking about body hair.
He needed some shoulder, a nice meaty ass, but yeah, compact. It got his motor running. He’d faked being sick all weekend so he could skip the frat’s morning workouts and do some internet “research” on the subject. He’d spent a lot of time looking at clips of guys who looked kind of like Sebastian. The best ones were when the guys who looked like Sebastian paired up with guys who looked kind of like himself. Most of the dreams he’d been having since he broke up with Ashley had featured a guy who looked a lot like Sebastian.
That was when he first started thinking maybe being gay wouldn’t be so bad. His reaction to straight porn was pretty much a yawn, but show him two (or more) guys getting it on? He’d never jerked off so many times in a row in his life. Not even when he was fifteen.
He’d been kind of surprised to find out he wanted a guy who wore glasses.
Sebastian had glasses, but he only wore them when he was reading something.
Sebastian looked really smart in those glasses.
Brad wanted to see Sebastian wearing those glasses and looking down on him. Unzipping his jeans and reaching in, letting him—
Kyle jostled Brad’s arm. Brad looked at him. Kyle was looking back with concern. “Wha’?”
“You all right, dude?” Kyle whispered. “You made a weird noise.”
“What kinda noise?” Brad whispered back.
“You sounded kinda sick. I dunno. Like a dying mouse.”
Brad narrowed his eyes and stared until Kyle sighed and went back to his note-taking. Prof Whitehall was still yammering away up there.
Right on time, Sebastian walked in to pick up the weekly essays. Brad’s whole body tightened up, but he fought to hold his nonchalant, head-on-desk pose. He tracked Sebastian with his eyes, though. Like a bird-dog or something.
Fuck. Okay, he needed to take some action here. Needed to get Sebastian’s attention. He had plenty of experience with girls; how different could it be? He knew Sebastian was gay, everyone did. The thought of being with Sebastian . . .
Shit. He’d made that noise again.