Dylan's Dilemma
By Jude Mason and Jenna Byrnes
Publisher: Total E-Bound
erotic rating: total-e-burning
ISBN: 978-0-85715-510-8
Genre: Gay MM/ Paranormal
Book five in the Kindred Spirits Series
A handsome hunk, sceptical of ghosts, and the bad boy ex-con who’s stolen his heart, have a rousing good time at Whiskers’ Seaside Inn.
A handsome hunk, sceptical of ghosts, and the bad boy ex-con who’s stolen his heart, have a rousing good time at Whiskers’ Seaside Inn.
Dylan Wyatt doesn’t believe in ghosts. That’s what he
keeps telling himself, night after night, when noises and unusual happenings at
Whiskers’ Seaside Inn wake him. He’s there for two weeks running the place
while his brother Cade and groom Ethan are away on their honeymoon. His first
assignment is to oversee the removal of the wedding tent, tables and chairs.
Dylan decides he’s more interested in watching one of the workmen, handsome,
hunky Scott.
Besides having a tiger tattoo running from his neck to
his wrist, Scott’s got a waist-length braid and has done prison time. He’s not Dylan’s
usual type, but that might be part of the attraction. Dylan hires the handyman
to do some work at Whiskers’, and winds up getting a lot more than he bargained
for.
Like it or not, Dylan’s forced to figure out what’s
going on if things at Whiskers’ are ever going to return to normal. If there is
a Whiskers’ normal?
EXCERPT
“What do we have here?” Coffee in hand, Dylan Wyatt stood
just inside the inn’s double doors. He was admiring the view, but not of
Whiskers’ Seaside Inn’s picturesque setting. His attention was drawn to a tall,
slender man who’d just climbed out of an old, white truck. The newcomer sported
a black leather vest over a ragged T-shirt, an unusual combination considering
the warm summer weather. ‘Unusual’ seemed to be an appropriate word for the
man, whose hair ran in a thick braid down his back. A large, colourful tattoo
wound down one arm to his wrist.
He fills out those worn blue jeans in a nice way. Dylan
shook his head in an attempt to clear the thought. He couldn’t get a grip on
what he found so intriguing. He’d never been attracted to tattooed physiques in
the past, but this guy seemed different. An air of—what? Mystery?
Danger?—surrounded the handsome hunk like thick fog.
“Hey, daydreamer.” The words came from a very short,
nearly bald man climbing from the front seat of the truck. “Give us a hand,
would you?”
Dylan’s head snapped in the direction of the voice,
wondering if the guy was talking to him. He quickly realised the driver was
speaking to the handsome hunk.
With an obvious sigh, the sexy fellow in tight jeans
turned his attention from the ocean and made his way to the rear of the truck.
Dylan bit back a chuckle. The view was incredible, but
the guy wasn’t there to sight-see. He was one of the men hired to tear down the
marquee, tables and chairs brought in for the wedding at the inn the previous
day. Dylan’s brother, Cade, and his groom, Ethan, had finally tied the knot
with a full-scale celebration. Once they’d got past some pre-wedding nonsense,
the ceremony had gone off without a hitch, and guests had partied late into the
night. Now, the couple were off on their honeymoon, leaving Dylan to run the
inn for a couple of weeks. His first chore was to supervise the cleanup.
Dylan noted annoyance on the balding man’s face when the
hunk, moving at his own slow pace, reached for the armload of strapping he held
out. Shorty was obviously in charge. Two other men stood idly by, each bearing
a burden of rope or burlap. It wasn’t a terribly big job, but it was hot outside,
and no one seemed anxious to get started before anyone else.
The wedding paraphernalia had to be removed that
afternoon so the garden and yard could return to normal for incoming guests.
Logan Emerson, the inn’s former cook who had spearheaded the wedding plans, had
hired local barkeep, Joe Swanson, and his crew to do the teardown. Dylan eyed
the workers, his attention going back to the tall, dark-haired hunk and staying
there. The stud’s three-day beard growth was nearly as black as his hair. When
the hunk turned his back again, Dylan dragged his gaze off the man’s ass long
enough to realise the thick, braided hair nearly reached his waist.
“Yowzah!” Dylan whispered and sucked in his breath.
That’d definitely be something to hang onto during… He pushed that thought
aside. The guy was probably as straight as an arrow, so whatever Dylan might
dream up, he’d be disappointed.
Nevertheless, he had to go out and talk to this Joe guy.
Setting his cup on the nearest table, he pushed his fingers through his own
shoulder-length, brown hair and walked out into the sunlight. Joe had stopped
the truck at the far end of the parking lot, so Dylan got another look at Mr.
Hunk on the way over. By the time he reached the truck, Dylan was tempted to
grab a handful of the hottie’s hair just to see what would happen. He forced
down his lustful thoughts and approached Joe.
“Joe Swanson?” Dylan extended his right hand towards the
balding man. “I’m Dylan Wyatt. I’m taking care of the place while the newlyweds
are away for a couple of weeks.”
Joe reached out and took Dylan’s hand, giving it a
vigorous shake. “Mr. Wyatt, good to meet you. Logan told me you’d be here to
make sure we got this right. The marquee, tables and chairs, that’s all you
want us to take, right?”
“Yes, that’s it. Logan said you’d be able to return the
stuff to the rental place on Monday.”
“Yeah, the store is just a couple of blocks from my bar.
I’ll have the boys run everything back in the morning.” Joe nodded towards the
men he’d brought.
Dylan thought the other two guys looked like they could
be twins, blond, beefy and middle-aged, each with a large nose that screamed
family trait. The last, but definitely not the least, was Mr. Hunk. Dylan’s
cock pulsed, and he shifted his stance, hoping that was all that happened.
“That’ll be fine.”
“We’ll get right to work, Mr. Wyatt. Shouldn’t take us
more than a couple of hours, three at the outside. I’ll shout when we’re loaded
so you can give a quick look-see, if you want.” Joe raised his arm and motioned
the men to head onto the lawn.
“Sounds good. The inn is pretty empty right now, so you
shouldn’t be disturbed. Most of the wedding guests have checked out. The next
batch of tourists is supposed to arrive tonight or tomorrow.”
Joe nodded and followed his men to where the marquee
covered a good portion of the backyard.
Dylan stood watching as they entered the canvas
enclosure. Less than a minute later, he heard the rattle of chairs being
stacked and tables being broken down.
Voices came from the direction of the lobby, and Dylan
headed inside. More guests were ready to sign out, and he hurried to the desk.
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