Camping It Up Available Now!

99. Camping It Up Camping It Up is now available! Okay, so I’m super late with this. It’s actually been available for a week! You can find it on Amazon. For the moment, it’s exclusive to them. It can also be read as part of their subscritpion services. It’s also listed on Goodreads. Did you read the blurb last time I posted it? Here it is again, in case you missed it. When Lindon agreed to go away for the weekend with his boyfriend, Cal, it didn’t occur to him to ask Cal what he had planned. Lindon’s been looking forward to staying in a nice hotel and getting spending the weekend relaxing and getting discretely kinky with Cal at every opportunity. It’s not until they’re in Cal’s car and on their way that Lindon finds out what Cal actually has in mind for them. There is no nice hotel and Cal has no intention of being discrete. And here’s a little excerpt:

“That hotel looks really nice. Maybe we could…” Lindon trailed off as Cal drove straight past the hotel. Damn it, Cal hadn’t even slowed down.
Lindon took a deep breath and let it out very slowly. When he spotted the sign for another hotel some way down the road, he decided it was time for another tactic.
 
“Cal, you remember that project I was working on?”
 
“The one at the museum, for the Roman exhibit? Of course I remember. It was fantastic.” Cal let go of the gearstick and squeezed Lindon’s knee. He left his hand there.
 
“My boss thought I did well too. He gave me a bonus.”
 
“That’s great.” The heat from Cal’s palm soaked through Lindon’s trouser leg. It felt good, if somewhat distracting.
 
“So, we could check into a nice hotel for the weekend. I could pick up the whole bill, and…”
 
The hotel whizzed by.
 
Lindon folded his arms across his chest and glared out of the passenger window. Cal’s hand remained on his knee until they reached a turning advertising the Bay Head Campsite. The sign might as well have said “This Way to Hell”. There was no way Lindon could get through the weekend without letting Cal down if Cal insisted on sticking with the camping bollocks.
 
Lindon’s stomach turned over at the idea of failing Cal. His grip on his opposite bicep turned painful. Cal put his hand back on Lindon’s knee as they drove deeper into the campsite. Lindon closed his eyes. He didn’t want to admire the view. He didn’t want to see row after row of neatly put up tents and people who knew what they were doing. He didn’t want to be within a hundred miles of the bloody place.
 
Cal’s hand left Lindon’s leg again. The car stopped. “We’re here.”
 
Lindon opened his eyes and stared at the dashboard as if it might somehow save him.
 
“Anything you want to say before the scene starts?” Cal asked. His voice was brisk and no nonsense. He was already slipping into full-on dom mode.
 
It wasn’t the first time Lindon’s heart had raced at the start of a scene with his boyfriend, but every other time that reaction had been about expectation and desire.
 
Lindon swallowed rapidly as he imagined how their weekend was bound to go. He couldn’t blame his nerves on the fact that this scene would be longer than usual. It wasn’t that he’d be submitting to Cal for the entire weekend that was the problem.
 
Lindon glanced into the back of the car. Tents and cool boxes stared back at him.
 
“Ready?” Cal asked.
 
No, Lindon was not ready. But somehow, Cal’s tone had him nodding. “Yes, sir.”
 
“Out you get then.” Cal opened the driver’s side door. He was most of the way out when, as if sensing Lindon’s disobedience, he looked over his shoulder to check on him. He slid back into his seat when Lindon still failed to obey. “Lindon?”
 
“The last hotel we passed—”
 
“Not going to happen,” Cal cut in.
 
“But—”
 
“Get out of the car, Lind.”
 
Lindon closed his eyes again. “Firefly.”
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