New Release: “Dude Mama” in A Likely Story

When button-down biracial lawmaker Cassidy Uematsu meets hardscrabble fry cook Buford “Jax” Jackson, it’s lust at first sight. They’re only too happy to jump into the sack, and when Jax loses his condom mid-getting-to-know-you, Cassidy urges him forward, damn the consequences. 

What’s the worst that can happen? 

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Likely Story CoverSuspend rational thought.

Leave logic at the door.

Be ready to roll your eyes and pick your jaw up from your lap.

The tales in A Likely Story don’t let truth get in the way of telling a good yarn.

They might push your buttons or make you laugh.

They may make you scoff or spit out your coffee.

You might even scratch your head in disbelief.

Whatever your reaction, the one thing they are guaranteed to do is entertain you!

Wayward Ink Publishing’s new anthology hits shelves today, and along with it my wildest, sexiest, and most romantic story yet. Dude Mama is all about beer and lust and vegan mac n cheese, about falling in love with the completely wrong guy at the totally wrong time and wiping the smirk off the face of Family Values.

A Likely Story is available straight from Wayward Ink, and also from Amazon in the US, the UK, and Australia. You can be enticed by the video trailer for the book here, and if you are among the first to buy the book, you can enter to win a $20 WIP gift card here.

For an exclusive excerpt from Dude Mama, please read on: 

“Ya know,” Jax hollered over the dueling sounds of the strong, hot shower beating down on him and Cassidy’s miserable retching over the toilet, “it’s not exactly an ego boost when the guy you been fucking all night gets a good look at you in the morning and runs for the puke tank.”

He was teasing, and Cassidy tossed off a woozy laugh. The first three mornings Cassidy had spent naked on the bathroom floor wrapped around the toilet, Jax had been a paragon of solicitude: backrubs and cold washcloths and gentle shhhs, offers of tea and toast and ginger ale. But this was day eight of Cassidy’s morning misery, and they were both a little sick of it.

“It was probably something I ate,” Cassidy moaned. He’d waited for Jax to shut off the shower to be sure Jax would hear.

Jax laughed. “Yeah, speaking as the guy who cooks at the place you eat every day, I’m gonna say, that doesn’t make me feel any better.”

“Cuz it’s you feeling better that I’m worried about.” Cassidy tried to smile, but the smell of the toilet bowl roiled his gut, and he wanted to keep as still as possible. If the last week had been any indicator, the dry heaves were next, and he wasn’t a fan.

His doc had diagnosed an exotic strain of flu, and Cassidy figured if she wasn’t worried about it, he’d try to ride it out. Flu didn’t feel right, though—the flip-flopping in his gut yanked him out of bed every morning, and the porcelain bus drive was epic, but by ten a.m. he’d be good and ready for some toast, and by three his body’s bounceback was pretty much total.

Jax had become something of a fixture in Cassidy’s life over the course of the five or six weeks since their first hookup. He wasn’t convinced they were falling in love, but they had fallen into a certain routine that seemed mostly to involve beer, sex, and breakfast, and up until the daily puke-off had become a feature, they’d been having a ball. It was possible to count up the fundamental values and experiences they had in common on one hand and have four fingers and a thumb left over, but Cassidy figured that was part of the draw. It wasn’t like Cassidy thought he had to marry every guy that ever fucked him, but neither was it every day he came across a guy who brought even a fraction of Jax’s skill and enthusiasm into the bedroom. Cassidy wasn’t gonna toss Jax out on his ass just because he never washed his hair.

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