An M/M College Second-Chance Romance
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When love comes knocking, check who’s there before you open the door.
Tyrone Johnson is looking for The One. But what if the two applicants are his straight ex-best friend and the man who messed with Tyrone’s teenaged heart?
His best friend Nat was always there for him until he dropped Tyrone in high school to run with the jocks and date the prom queen. Now he’s back and wants Tyrone’s forgiveness—and his heart.
Arnaud, the French choreographer who swept eighteen-year-old Tyrone off his feet, is also back. He’s eager to reignite their hot affair after leaving it in the dust four years ago.
Which one can Tyrone trust not to abandon him again? And can he trust himself to make the right choice?
If you like second chance stories and sexy dancing, you’ll love The Dancer’s Dilemma.
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Publisher: Independently Published
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Genres:
Pairings: M-M
Heat Level: 3
Romantic Content: 5
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Bisexual, Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: 18-25
Protagonist 2 Age: 18-25
Tropes: Coming of Age, Coming Out / Closeted, Everyone is Queer, Friends to Lovers, Most Mindblowing Sex Ever, Opposites Attract, Reunited and it Feels So Good, Second Chances, True Love
Word Count: 38,000
Setting: USA, Washington, D.C.
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Continuous / Same Characters
The lights flash on and off like a lighthouse on speed as an incessant beat whips the dancing crowd into a frenzy. Tyrone feels it like passion, like what he’d die without, like his lifeblood. And he dances. His friends whirl and dip around him, their faces illuminated crazily by the strobe lights. He dances, meeting them, spinning away—his playmates and fellow crazies.
The music slows, turns to liquid sex that splashes the walls with purple. Old-school R&B. Music to fuck to. And he dances. He’s half drunk and Lord, does he dance, hips circling in a slow invitation. Random people close in, draping their bodies on his, rubbing up against him. His eyelids drift closed and he lets himself be fondled, imagining himself on a bed, lost to anything but being caressed and taken.
READ MOREThen comes a familiar scent, spice and cigarettes, an aroma that takes him back to that summer of revelation, that touch that commanded surrender. He opens his eyes. Arnaud. They fall into their own dance, lost in each other, bodies in a sensual symphony, in perfect synch. Approaching, then turning away, knowing he’ll be followed. Arnaud’s arms come around him from behind, encircling Tyrone’s chest, trapping him against his hard body. He rests his head back and gives himself over, both the dancer and the dance. He shivers as hot lips touch his neck and hard thumbs tease his nipples and—
Boom ba boom. Boom ba boom. The music changes abruptly to hip hop, the lights brighten, and folks hoot and yell. Damn. The mood broken, Tyrone pulls away from Arnaud and opens his eyes to see Nat… what the fuck? He’s forgotten Nat was even here. Nat’s hungry expression jolts Tyrone while Arnaud’s smirk reminds him that Arnaud is a bad idea waiting to happen.
“’Scuse me.” Tyrone escapes to the bar, leaving behind the two men from his past who are currently screwing with his present.
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