All First Chapter Samples

“I’m not…are you sure this is a good idea?” Smart people could talk people into stupid shit and I was afraid I’d ended up in one of those situations.

Nicholas snorted and rolled his eyes. “Yes.”

He was so helpful.

His partner on the other hand tried to be helpful and patted my head with one of his smaller tentacles, even though it made him feel weird to touch someone else because of the mating bond. “You are a submissive human with a preference for tentacles instead of arms. You will be highly sought after for conversation or pleasure.”

I’d worked with him long enough to know what that translated into…

“I’m not sure this is what Dad meant when he said to split up the chores.” God. Two geniuses should never be allowed to procreate.

To say his parenting methods were questionable would’ve been an understatement because no matter what Dad thought, gambling was not an interesting development in human culture.

It was just fucking gambling.

TC shrugged, smirking from where he was leaning back against the couch, arms stretched out like he was posing for some kind of modeling shoot. “He’s the one who gave me the dice, so I call bullshit.”

I wasn’t sure which parent had given him the gene that required him to always pose and look sexy, but it was fucking distracting.

“Fine.” Picking up the thousand-sided die that seemed to come from a board game or some kind of role-playing game, I tried to decide how we should work it as I rolled it around in my hand. “Okay, twenty sides, so eleven or more you do dinner and dishes. Ten or less and it’s my turn.”

“Has he always been this…” Mom’s voice trailed off quietly as she seemed to forget I could still hear her through the phone.

“Awkward.” My dad was so helpful. “The word you’re looking for is awkward.”

To hump the ass in front of me or not to hump…that was the question…

And it was a damned good one because it was soft and silky and nearly fucking bare.

Just remembering the sexy scrap of fabric he’d come in wearing masquerading as underwear had my dick getting even harder…and I’d woken up hard as a rock. I couldn’t decide if we’d come back to the same position after a night of wiggling or not, but I’d gone to bed as the big spoon and woken up the same way.

Nestled against his tempting ass.

Fuck it.

Kissing his neck, I rocked against his smooth cheeks, barely noticing the nearly invisible string that was nestled between them. After everything that’d happened and the fact that he’d come in last night wearing something so perfectly tempting, nothing said he was going to object to a few caresses.

“Alright. We’re going to get the hard stuff out of the way first. If you’re still interested afterward, I’ll show you around. Because it’s a good-size apartment, and I’m not asking an arm and a leg for the rent.” I hadn’t even given the guy a chance to say anything as I opened the door. I’d just charged right in, doing my best to ignore his big brown eyes and startled expression.

Reminding myself that I did not need to get distracted by the sexy teddy bear of a guy before I even knew how crazy he was, I kept going. “I work from home, so I’m here nearly all the time. I’m a little OCD, so if you’re messy, that’s going to be a problem. I’m gay. So if you’re a homophobe, or something crazy like those morons with the signs, I don’t even want to hear it. I’ve gotten the insanity from a dozen different people over the past week, so keep that shit to yourself.” He hadn’t run screaming like the uptight accountant, or crying like the short guy who’d started losing it because evidently, all the good apartments were gay, so it was a good sign.

Weren’t ghosts usually wearing old-fashioned clothes or elegant dresses that made them look classy? A nice suit? What about long nightgowns like that cranky guy from the Christmas ghost movie? Shit. Naked wouldn’t have been surprising.

This one was in Garfield lounge pants and a stained wifebeater that looked like he’d murdered someone.

Wait.

Was that spaghetti sauce?