“4 Stars!...Engaging story about two men trying to form a relationship when one of them is keeping a secret. A fun, sexy read with a good dose of action as well. A well-written and fast-paced story. Stu and Brian are likable and interesting characters and their story kept me engaged throughout. Very entertaining and from beginning to end. I was engaged in Stu and Brian’s story. Despite being only novella length the author did infuse a lot of details as well as emotional depth into the book. Recommended.”--Lily, Reviews By Jessewave
“5 Stars!...Sex was hot enough to scorch a fender. Brian's secret was well elaborated and just outlandish enough to make Stu's cluelessness fathomable, and the grand finale...wow. Just that, grand...A nice, fast read to spice up a lazy Sunday. I enjoyed it a great deal. Recommended.”--Feliz, Goodreads
“5 Stars!...I flew through Wicked Cool in a couple of readings...Kink is something in erotic romance that usually turns me right off...In Wicked Cool I was riveted. This is kink how it should be done: raw and needy, and integral to the character arcs and the way the two characters converge...There was also a shooting range scene that I loved, because the author has firearms training and so the scene is clearly well-researched...While I never saw the big reveal coming, I felt like every thread had led to it, and it was the perfect culmination of everything that had led up to it.”--Jordan Price, Goodreads
“...A quick and little wicked white-collar/blue-collar romance turns suddenly in an adventurous plot and all in the span of a novella."--Elisa Rolle, Livejournal
...As soon as they parked in Stu’s garage, they started kissing again. He didn’t even manage to close the garage door. They stood, wound in each other’s arms, swaying against the car as fluorescent light streamed from the shop lights strung overhead.
Stu spun Brian around and pinned him face down across the hood of his car. Brian exhaled hard as he hit the warm metal. He rose on one elbow and spread his knees, fumbling to open his clothes, and Stu helped him, stripping Brian naked below the waist.
Brian had a gorgeous ass, a soft layer of fat rounding out the high, tight muscles. Fine brown hair grew on the backs of his thighs. He stretched out across the hood of the car, trying to appear nonchalant. Stu looked closer, noting the tension in the lean planes of his back.
Scared, Stu thought as he pushed the polo shirt up beneath Brian’s armpits. Or excited.
“You gonna stare at my butt all night?” Brian tightened his rump and gave it a provocative wiggle.
Stu swatted him on the ass, making him flinch and snort. “I might touch it all night.” Mesmerized, he watched his red handprint rise on the white flesh.
“Do that again.” Brian hid his face against his forearm. “Make it sting.”
“Seriously?” Stu heard the mingled doubt and arousal in his own voice.
“Yeah.” Brian drew a tight breath. “Please.”
Stu slapped Brian hard on the ass, putting his shoulder into it. The crack of flesh hitting flesh came as a shock in the well-lit garage. Maybe the concrete floor reflected and magnified the sound, but he had no time to follow that thought as Brian hissed, jerking beneath him. Brian rocked back under Stu’s tingling palm, his white flesh hot.
“God, you’re strong.” Brian shivered. “Stronger than I am.”
That yearning tone coiled like a live wire around Stu’s balls, sending a charge of pure lust up his spinal cord. He closed his hand over the back of Brian’s neck, pinning him to the car, and spanked him five more times. Brian arched into the blows, grunting with the impact.
“Make me…” Brian forced words out in jerky rhythm to the strokes. “Make me forget…forget everything.”
Stu shifted his feet, landing the last slap, and his toe sent something plastic skittering across the concrete. His garage door clicker. He must have dropped it. He hadn’t closed the door, and maybe his neighbors could hear them, but he didn’t care. Sweat soaked his shirt as he stood still, dizzy from forgetting to breathe.
“Stu.” Brian gave a low moan. He sounded drunk. “Want you so bad.”
He lay sprawled across the hood like an offering. He had given himself to Stu in complete trust and surrender, and they barely knew each other. Brian’s bare back heaved with his breathing, and his ass cheeks flushed deep red.
Stu rubbed his sweaty palm on his jeans, his heart thudding in his chest. He’d had men before who got off on the blue-collar-guy fantasy and liked him to pin them down, but he’d never taken it any farther than that. He let out a trembling breath. “Anything you want, Brian. Anything.”
“Fuck me,” Brian said, his voice harsh and eager.
Yeah, sure, no problem. Stu swallowed and smoothed his hand along Brian’s lean back, stopping short of his butt, which still looked flushed and hot. He groped for the Walgreens bag with the condoms and lube. Damn, his hands were shaking. His belt buckle swung loose, striking the car as he shoved his jeans down past his knees...