Thanks so much for having me! Wanted-Bad Boyfriend is a contemporary M/M romance set on Ceremony, a small, English island that’s made romance into a cottage industry. Of course, the other thing that small island communities excel at is gossip…and Ceremony is no different. Especially when they have such fertile fodder as Nate and Flynn, the main characters of Wanted-Bad Boyfriend.
Read on for a little something extra to give you a taste of what you can look forward to 🙂
by TA Moore
The bride’s cousin stood on her tiptoes in changing room and twisted to check out her reflection in the cross-angled mirrors. The pale green dress fit her like a second skin and bared her arms and about two-thirds of her legs. She pursed her dark, matte-red lips and looked at her companion as she raised a plucked, perfectly brow expectantly.
He tilted his head and tabbed his finger to his lip. “Just a little bit…” He pinched his fingers and mimed tugging the hem of the dress up a few inches.
Dani mentally shifted the woman’s price-point a few pounds higher to deal with the aggravation. She didn’t let it show on her face, of course. The boutique did well enough off mothers of the brides and guests who’d under-estimated the tone of the wedding, but the real money came when spurned exes and jealous family members tried to out-shine the bride.
“I’ve got just the dress,” she said. “The minute I saw you I thought of it, but I thought it might be too daring.”
The bride’s cousin laughed and tossed her hair, one hand propped on her hip. “Oh, trust me, never too daring for me.”
While her client ducked back into the curtained off booth, Dani stepped out into the shop and grabbed a few dresses at random. Silk and brocade and glitter-sewn fabric rustled against each other as she draped it over her arm.
“The wedding co-ordinator is a dish,” the cousin said, her voice muffled as she pulled the dress over her head. “Do you think Katie has a thing with him?”
“More likely it’d be Bradley,” her friend drawled. He leaned over and topped up his glance of wine. “He’s more up my street.”
The cousin made a rude noise. “You don’t know that.”
“Oh he’s right,” Dani said. She clicked her way over and slipped the dress collection through the curtain. A tug settled the edges of the velvet back in place. “Nathan’s gay. Believe me, I know. We went to school together.”
The cousin laughed. There was a hint of something cruel in, Dani would know, she’d practiced to slide in a dig before this girl had been born.
“Did he turn you down?”
Dani laughed. “Oh no, he was never my type. He looked thirty at fourteen with that hair,” she said. “I was the one who told him he was gay. Poor boy had no idea until I pointed it out for him.”
“I’m sure he appreciated that,” the companion drawled over a glass of wine. Dani glanced at him and he smiled back blandly.
“Well,” Dani said. “It’s not like he’s ever been particularly good at it. His mother has to find him his dates, or he takes his best friend’s leftovers.”
“But he’s so cute,” the young man protested. “I would. On Tuesdays.”
“You’re my date!” the cousin protested as she stuck her head through the curtain to glare.
“Not on Tuesdays.”
She huffed at him and came out in glossy, flapper style confection of peacock and feathers. Whatever face her friend — date — pulled made her turn on her feel and retreat immediately.
“Oh, he looks the part,” Dani said. “He’s just got ideas above his station. The Baronet was always kind to him — Nate was best friends with his son — and Nate got the idea he was…cut the same cloth. Nobody is good enough for him. He’s turned down every gay man on the island”
The cousin made a dismissive noise. Conversation had obviously strayed from her for as long as she was willing to tolerate.
“Oh, this is it,” she said as she spun out in a pale pink suede short and top. Continue reading