Trade Me is a new genre-linked collection of 30,000 – 50,000 word novellas. With so many sexy trades to pant over, Trade Me stories offer heat, swoon-worthy men, and HEAs that will leave M/M romance lovers completely satisfied.
Oh, he wasn’t just any guy. He was perfection.
He was all man, his police uniform hugging all the right places of his delicious body. Across his chest, “James” was written in script. He grinned at me, his dazzlingly crooked smile spreading into his dimples. His dark features gave him a mysterious look. I was riveted, and clearly I’d been staring for longer than acceptable because he cleared his throat. I ducked my head and blushed, trying to find something to do to take the attention off my faux pas.
“Oh, here.” I shoved the clipboard at him and he signed his name and flashed me his ID, which read Colton James.
“Are you new?” he asked.
“Yeah. I’m Brad. Just started today.”
Olivia smiled at us both.
“He’s so good, Uncle Colt. He used to be a surfer!” She animatedly talked about my surfing days and I smiled because Olivia wasn’t his kid. He was her uncle. Not that I minded kids, but in the back of my mind, knowing Olivia wasn’t his child, I figured I might stand a chance.
“Surfer, huh?” He gripped his belt and shifted it back to the center. My eyes automatically focused on his dick, because he adjusted his belt, which was near his dick, so… yeah. I couldn’t get a good visual with all the crap that was hanging from his belt. Dammit.
I glanced back up and Colton was grinning at me, catching me yet again mesmerized by his body.
“Well, I have to get Olivia home before my sister has my head.”
I nodded, afraid my words would betray me if I opened my mouth.
“Uncle Colt.” Olivia tugged on his hand. For five, she was a good swimmer. Long arms and legs, a perfect swimmer’s body. She was fearless in the water and reminded me a lot of Taylor. “Brad likes boys too.” She clearly meant it to be a whisper, moving closer to Colton, but I heard it.
I nearly choked. Colton shook his head and shrugged.
“Kids, huh?” was all he said. My initial reaction was to be embarrassed for him, but he didn’t seem fazed in the least. He seemed like a man who didn’t let much bother him, his stern face and uniform just adding to my theory.
“Yeah. Kids,” I agreed, shoving the clipboard underneath my arm.
“See you around, Brad.” He tilted his chin at me—his magnificent, chiseled, clean-shaven chin—as he walked away, hand in hand with his niece.