Jason Townsend has issues with the older men in his life. His current boyfriend Jared is also his boss and, while the two get along wonderfully in the bedroom, their relationship at the office is tense and uncomfortable. Jason’s relationship with his father is also strained -- they grew apart when Jason came out shortly after his parents divorced. The only person Jason has ever been able to rely on is his mother. So when she announces she’s met Mr. Right, Jason is skeptical. When he meets her new boyfriend, handsome professor Paul Everett, he quickly realizes he and Paul have more in common than their connection to his mother. The two men had slept together the previous summer. Paul refuses to break things off with Jill, claiming he enjoys being with women and telling Jason their hook-up was a one-time thing that didn’t mean much to him. Unwilling to tell his mother about his past with Paul, Jason stews in silence as he watches his mother and Paul grow closer. At the same time, he finds himself becoming more and more attracted to Paul. When he can’t stand it any longer, Jason makes a pass at his mother’s boyfriend and is surprised his affections aren’t spurned. Even though Jason finds himself falling in love with Paul, he knows he’s betraying his mother and he hates himself for it. She’s always been his staunchest ally, and sleeping with her boyfriend abuses the trust between them. Can Jason love a man who’s also deceiving his mother? When he’s forced to choose between Paul and his mother, the decision isn’t as easy as it seems.

Daddy Issues

“Thanks, but you don’t have to do that,” I said. By this time, I was more than a little drunk. Not falling-off-the-barstool drunk, but drunk enough that I wouldn’t trust myself behind the wheel of a car or to make any smart decisions.


“I know I don’t haveto,” he said, rising from his seat, “but I wantto.”


We left the bar together and were waiting in the lobby for the elevator when he leaned into me and whispered, “Come to my room.” I wasn’t sure if he was asking or telling. Whatever the case, I didn’t hesitate to follow him onto the elevator and get off with him on the eighth floor. He was handsome and suave, and I was bored and horny.


Once we were in his room with the door closed and locked behind us, I felt the need to tell him, “I’m not a prostitute.”


He laughed a little as he emptied his pockets onto the nightstand. “I didn’t think you were.”


“I mean, I don’t go around picking up guys in hotel bars.”


Chapter 5