Tea company owner Tate Blackwood isn’t just in search of the perfect persimmon-flavored tea; he’s also looking for a good time. Many one-night stands are his thing. There’s no way he’ll have a boyfriend, or fall in love with another man.<br><br>Enter Paul Persimmon, the green-eyed owner of a little bookshop in downtown Channing, Pennsylvania. Tate thinks the man is honest, warm-hearted, and uninhibited. When Tate enters the bookshop, his life takes a quick turn. Although Persimmon insists on a date with Tate, Tate thinks another one-night stand will happen.<br><br>Is Tate too set in his ways to settle down with one man, though? Can he reach for love after finding Persimmon? Or is his relationship more about being best buds with Persimmon? Only time and persimmon tea will provide the answers to his steeping questions.

Finding Persimmon

Huffing, between kisses, Tate said, “I don’t know if I can do that. It’s not my forte. You know that about me. I can’t commit to that.”


Irritated, strong and to the point, Persimmon said, “Don’t play with me, Tate.” His bare chest swelled: sweaty, pert nipples, inflated abs. “I don’t want to hear any bullshit. You either want to spend the night with me, or you walk away  right now as a gentleman. Either way, I’ll respect you.” He took a drink of his fourth beer, consumed half, and placed it on the nearby table.


Tate shared a heavy glare with him, open-mouthed and in awe of the man’s courage and designed limits. Then an abrupt smile formed on his face that resembled something boyish. “I like a man with balls who speaks his mind.”


Chapter 16