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Strung Tight
Strung Tight
Strung Tight
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Strung Tight

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After a scorching night of sex and sin, two men need to make a decision in their lives.

Jeff works nights playing guitar at a strip club. Pete works days as a tour guide. Neither man is happy and both search for fulfillment. Can they find it in each other’s arms?

While the sex is great, and the orgasms body shaking, how can their relationship survive if they’re separated by time? Surrendering to wild emotions is easy. Real life is messy but the fight for love is worth it.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateMar 26, 2011
ISBN9781926950334
Strung Tight
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Berengaria Brown

Berengaria is a multi-published author of erotic romance: contemporary, paranormal (ghosts, vampires, fairies and werewolves) and Regency-set historical. She loves to read all different kinds of romance so that is what she writes: one man/one woman; two women; two men; two men/one woman; three men, two women/one man.... Whatever the characters need for their very hot happily-ever-after, Berengaria makes sure they get it.

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    Strung Tight - Berengaria Brown

    Published by Evernight Publishing at Smashwords

    http://www.evernightpublishing.com

    Copyright© 2011 Berengaria Brown

    ISBN: 978-1-926950-33-4

    Cover Artist: Jinger Heaston

    Editor: Kimberly Bowman

    ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

    WARNING: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews.

    This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

    DEDICATION

    For my MM fans and in memory of childhood camping and campfire camaraderie.

    STRUNG TIGHT

    Berengaria Brown

    Copyright © 2011

    Chapter One

    Jeff sat on the steps of his trailer in the setting sun, idly strumming his guitar. It seemed as though all around him people were hooking up, finding their Mr. or Ms. Right. But it’d been over a year since he’d had his own Mr. Right. Or even a Mr. Right Now. And that was pretty surprising since he worked in a strip club, The Howl and Pussy, here in Resort City.

    Resort City. He snorted. A pretentious name for reclaimed swampland. But the beaches were good, the climate pleasant, and it suited him to live here in obscurity. He’d done the rock band lifestyle, racing from city to city, drugs and women on tap. It was great fun for a twenty-year-old, but dead boring by the time you hit twenty-four. And at thirty, he was glad to be in this quiet trailer park, working as a song writer by day and guitarist in a strip club by night.

    But, damn, he wanted to sink his aching dick into a real ass, instead of just using his hand. And even more than that, he wanted the companionship of a genuine relationship with someone to care about. A man to share more than the weather and the price of gas with.

    It was almost dark. Time to shower and shave, get dressed in his work clothes, and head into town.

    ****

    Hamish Clark, the owner of The Howl and Pussy, nodded to Jeff as he stepped up on the stage under the spotlight and settled his guitar across his chest. His chest was bare, oiled and waxed, and he was wearing the obligatory skin-tight jeans and cowboy boots that would get him some good tips. Not that a lot of women came here, but he guessed the tips he got were more for his body than for his music.

    The club was dim with little tea candles on each table. From under his spotlight, Jeff couldn’t see much of anything anyway, but he had a good idea what was happening at many of the tables. And his music was just a background noise to disguise the customers’ grunts and groans, while the women who danced and stripped took their breaks.

    Shit, man, you’re cynical tonight!

    Nah, just realistic.

    As he played, Jeff noticed a blond man at the back of the club surrounded by a group of tourists. Even from here, he could tell the man was arguing, or maybe trying to convince the tourists about something. Hamish moved to serve at the bar, and the bar girls went over to the tourists. Jeff forgot about them, concentrating on his music.

    At the end of his set, he walked through the club, swinging his hips, flexing his chest, collecting tips as he went. When he stopped at the blond man’s table, Jeff’s cock pressed hard against his zipper. Damn, that blond’s hot. Hotter than

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