About Five Dares
Andy Tyler has been the class daredevil since middle school. Over the years, he’s convinced his best friend, Jake Masterson, to perform some dangerous-looking stunts with him. But the dare they attempt on the night of their college graduation goes sideways. The firecrackers explode too soon and both of them end up with badly burned palms.
But hey, nothing gets the “terrible two-o” down for long, and they recuperate in style at Andy’s family cottage in Cape Cod. As the weeks go by, both Andy and Jake grow frustrated over the inability to use their hands for all sorts of daily activities—including getting off. So Andy begins a new series of dares that don’t just cross the friendship line, they obliterate it.
But what might be mere sexual relief to Andy is serious business to Jake, who only recently got over years of secret pining for his straight best friend. Inevitably, the burns heal, summer ends, and hearts are broken. To fix things, Andy will have to face the greatest dare of all.
Now available from Riptide Publishing! http://www.riptidepublishing.com/titles/five-dares
About Eli Easton
Having been, at various times and under different names, a minister’s daughter, a computer programmer, a game designer, an author of paranormal thrillers, a fan-fiction writer, an organic farmer, and a profound sleeper, Eli Easton is happy these days writing love stories.
As an avid reader of such, she is tinkled pink when an author manages to combine literary merit, vast stores of humor, melting hotness, and eye-dabbing sweetness into one story. She promises to strive to achieve most of that most of the time. She currently lives on a farm in Lancaster County, Pennsylvania, with her husband, three bulldogs, two cows, a cat, and a potbellied pig. She enjoys reading in all genres and, when she can be pried away from her iPad, hiking and biking.
Eli Easton has published 24 books in m/m romance since 2013. She won the Rainbow Award for Best Contemporary Romance in 2014 (The Mating of Michael) and in 2016 (A Second Harvest). Her Howl at the Moon series of humorous dog shifter romances have become fan favorites and placed in the Rainbow Awards and the Goodreads M/M Group Reader’s Choice awards. She is best known for romances with humor and a lot of heart.
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“Actually, I have some ideas about that. About the next eight weeks.”
Jake looked at me with sudden interest. “Yeah? The Planinator is on it? Do your ideas involve me too?”
“Yes. Yes they do.”
He looked both relieved and suspicious. Then again, Jake was always a little suspicious of my plans. I couldn’t imagine why. “So tell me.”
I kept my voice steady, my body relaxed in the chair. “We should go down to the cottage in Cape Cod, you and me. We’re both going to need help, so we might as well be together. That way one person can help us both.”
“Who’s gonna help us there? No way am I letting your mom or dad anywhere near my naked body. I’d rather be put in a crate and hosed off for the next two months.” He shuddered.
I made a horrified face. “God, no! They won’t be there. They’ll be in Boston working, as always. My insurance covers an in-home nurse, and I’m sure we can find one in the area. As for meals and all that, Emily can help us out.”
“The lady who cleans the cottage and stocks food and essentials when we’re going down there. Her husband, Bob, does the outside maintenance. He can help too, if we need something done.”
Jake regarded me warily. “What about showers and . . . like . . . the bathroom.”
I shrugged. “If we wear loose pants with elastic and go commando, we don’t need help with that. I managed to piss by myself this morning. Used the edge of the sink to get my pants down and leaned forward . . .” I demonstrated, standing up and leaning my upper body out over my legs, exaggerating it.
It made Jake laugh, like I knew it would. “Classy! Oh my God, now that would be a priceless video! What about wiping your ass? Or does the Planinator never need to take a dump?”
“We can probably rig something up. Jesus, give me a few hours to work out the kinks, Oh Impatient One. I’ve been disabled for less than half a day. I was thinking—they must have hooks and grabbers we can use, tools for people who have trouble using their hands. Maybe the hospital can set us up with stuff.”
“Probably.” Jake’s eyes were still smoky, but the frown between his eyes had softened and he relaxed back onto the pillow. “There’s all that accessibility stuff on Windows and iPhone. I’ve never used it, but it shouldn’t be hard to set up. With voice command, we could at least surf the web and make phone calls. Watch porn.” He smirked at me.
“Yeah, probably not the best idea.” I held up my hands and raised my eyebrows.
His eyes widened as the implication sank in. “Oh, fuuuck. You asshole.”
Then we were both laughing again. A pathetic, we-are-in-so-much-trouble sort of laugh.
When we finally wound down, Jake gave me a hairy eyeball. “I may not hate you for getting me into this mess right now, but by the end of the summer, I just might.”
“Oh God, me too,” I agreed, with a last, breathy chuckle.
“Cape Cod. Jesus. That was so not the way I was supposed to be spending my summer.”
“We’ve had some great times at that cottage though. It won’t totally suck.”
My parents bought the waterfront cottage in Osterville on the Nantucket Sound when I was fifteen, and Jake and I had spent a lot of weeks there over the past six years.
“Yeah. If I didn’t know better, I’d wonder if you did this on purpose to get me there with you for the summer.”
His tone was joking, but I felt a rush of guilt all the same. Of course, I hadn’t burned all four of our hands on purpose. But there had been something inside me lately, something that made me itch to push him. To push us. Our paths were forking away from each other at lightning speed. Our days at NYU were over, and there’d be no more coming in from classes to see Jake studying at his desk in our room, or walking across campus together to Patsy’s Pizzeria in the winter, or lying in our respective beds shooting the shit for hours in the dark.
Had I sabotaged us unconsciously? Had some fucked-up part of me wanted to keep Jake close at any cost? Wow, that was so not cool.
“Hey, mopey, I’m kidding,” he said quietly.
I blinked and focused on him.
“You look like you just ran over your puppy. You know I’m not blaming you, right?”
Jake. He was one hundred percent gold. “Well, it was my stupid idea. The least I can do is make sure your summer of healing doesn’t entirely blow. If we’re both forced to take the summer off, we should try to enjoy it as much as possible. Right? Consider it a mental health break.”
Jake’s eyes warmed considerably. “I guess so. At least I have a good excuse to be lazy.” He held up his hands. “One thing though. If we do end up going to Cape Cod, there will no dares. All summer long. Swear?” He glowered at me sternly.
I gave him my best “who me?” expression. “What would we even have to dare about? Who can paddle the canoe fastest using their teeth?”
He chuckled, but his intense expression didn’t waver. He knew my deflecting techniques all too well. “Swear to me, Andy.”
“No dares,” I promised sincerely.
Famous. Last. Words.