
Series: Les's Bar #2
Genre: BDSM, Co-Authored, Contemporary, Gay, MM, Novel
Release Date: January 18, 2022
Pages: 276

Buy the Book: Amazon~~Universal eBook LinksPeter Marshall has had enough of working for Parks and Rec when he comes across an opening for a real carpentry job and decides to give it a go. Building things is his passion, so even though the shop seems a little out there, and the owner seems pretty grumpy, Peter decides to go for it.
Brandon McPhail wishes he didn’t have to hire a new carpenter, but his current one is going out on maternity leave. He’s especially wary of this kid who can’t possibly be old enough to spell BDSM, let alone know what the lifestyle means. But Peter impresses Brandon with both his talent and his tenacity, so Brandon hires him on, reminding himself that he’s in a wheelchair due to his MS, he had a terrible experience in his last relationship, and despite how clueless Peter is about the lifestyle, he’s not interested in taking on another sub.
The chemistry between them is undeniable, though, and it’s not long before they’re exploring what they can learn from each other. Peter is a natural at fulfilling Brandon’s needs, and Brandon thinks he’s teaching Peter everything he’s eager to learn, but when danger threatens, they have to help their friends through it while trying to navigate their new relationship. Can they forge bonds strong enough to bind them together for life?
Note to readers: Each book in this series is a true standalone, so don't be confused when you discover that Hide Bound takes place before Just Dex in the "timeline". That was deliberate, and you don't need to have read one to read the other.
Also in this series:
Chapter One
“What are you looking at, Peter?”
Shane, Peter Marshall’s tattoo artist, was also a professional piercer, and therefore one of Peter’s favorite people in the whole world.
“Classifieds.”
Peter spent so much time in Shane’s shop that it felt like he belonged there. Shane had been working on outlining and coloring Peter’s amazing sleeve and chest piece for a long while, bit by bit as Peter found the money. He’d almost taken off his shirt when he walked in the door this morning; it was a weird automatic thing to just strip it off every time he got there.
But today he wasn’t getting more ink, he was getting snake bites on the left side of his lower lip. Two small, black horseshoe rings to match his septum ring, only these had little triangular ends that Shane called spikes. He liked that they sounded a little dangerous but weren’t really; they were just a little pokey.
Shane put dots on his lip with a marking pen and showed him the placement. “Looking for work?”
“Always.” He handed the mirror back to Shane. “That looks great.”
“You’re a contractor, right?”
“Yeah, but I’m really a carpenter by—” Shane startled him by tilting his chair back suddenly so he was reclining a little. “Whoa.”
Shane grinned evilly at him. “Sorry, man. Did I forget to warn you?”
Peter laughed. “Gosh, I guess you did.”
“Okay, no more talking. I’m working.”
He gave Shane a thumbs up and closed his eyes.
He really needed a new job. Right now he worked for New York City Parks and Rec as a contractor, and he spent his time fixing things—gates and picnic tables, usually things stupid people broke. The older guys he worked with called it job security, but Peter didn’t feel like he needed to be fixing the toilets in the public restrooms in Central Park to feel secure.
He was good at the job though; he could fix almost anything. He liked to say he knew just enough about plumbing and electricity to be dangerous, but he hadn’t actually blown anything up or hurt anyone yet. Anyone but himself anyway, and that was fine.
He did like a few bruises.
He felt the quick pressure and slight sting as the piercing went through his lip and his mind drifted just a bit. The second one stung more than the first and pushed him even farther away. He snorted when Shane teased him about the little grin he thought he was suppressing.
“You like that, huh? You’re into pain, I know.”
“Yeah, some. Sorry.” He was weird. But Shane wasn’t going to tell anyone.
“No worries. You have to be willing to dish it out a little to do what I do, too. It’s all good.”
Another reason Shane was one of his favorites.
“I’m going to sit you up. Open your eyes when you’re ready and have a look.” Shane pressed a hand mirror into his fingers knowing he’d settle in a second and raised the head of the chair.
After a time, he couldn’t be sure how long, he had a look. “Oh, perfect. I love the spikes.”
“They’re great. Stylish and a little intimidating. Clean the outside a few times a day, don’t use mouthwash or kiss anyone for a week or so. You’re good to go.”
He swung his legs off the table and stood up, blinking at the little surge of lightheadedness. Mmm, that was good. He offered Shane a hand. “Thanks, man.”
“More ink next week? I’m itching to finish the outline across your shoulders.”
Rent was due Friday so that was iffy. “If I have the cash, I’ll be here.”
“Even if you don’t. I really want to finish that bit; it’s killing me.” Shane winked at him.
He agreed and pulled his phone back out, reading the ad he’d been looking at for the fifth time.
Midtown boutique seeks full-time carpenter for custom furniture builds.
Real work. Custom work.
Must have experience. Blah blah blah.
No sweat.
The place was called “Hide Bound”, and he figured it was one of those made-to-order places that built stuff to spec. It wasn’t design work, but it was a far cry from replacing yet another flush handle.
So that was going to be his next stop. Him and his fat lip.
He sent a little prayer up to the gods of job hunting that the position paid well enough he could say yes if it was offered to him.
Published by: Tygerseye Publishing, LLC
ASIN: B09PGKXTSK
ISBN13: 978-1-951011-68-0