We Have Till Monday by Cara Dee

We Have Till Monday by Cara Dee

Series: Standalone
Genre:
Gay (MMM) Romance
Tropes:
Daddykink, Regression Play, Vacation Romance, Foodie Romance, Age Difference, Rockstar Romance

Available on Amazon:
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Synopsis:

When it seemed like everyone around Anthony Fender was reaching a goal or falling in love, he blamed an early midlife crisis for throwing him far outside of his comfort zone. Nashville was a long way from New York and his everyday life that’d lost all color lately.

Hopefully, this vacation would reenergize him, and maybe a cooking class with celebrity chef August King could end Anthony’s reign as the only Italian in Brooklyn who couldn’t boil water. But when he met August and his much younger husband Camden, every plan and all rational thought flew out the window. Their dynamic grabbed hold of Anthony and reeled him in before he even heard the magic word.

“Daddy.”

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Excerpt 1

Taking a swig of my beer, I returned to my notifications to see if there was anything else. A couple new followers, one of whom was a student. I didn’t recognize the other follower, not the username or the profile photo. I clicked on the profile and felt my eyebrows crawl up toward my hairline.

Definitely a random NSFW user. I didn’t follow those. My account was essentially the official account for the Initiative, and God forbid a student checked out who I followed.

I scrolled down a little, because why not, and shifted in my seat. Someone was into kink. Gay kink, to boot. I had two friends who were into this too. By day, Greg and Moshe worked in accounting and education, and they raised two children together. When they had babysitters, Greg was a Daddy Dom who called Moshe his little boy.

All the photos on this account were black-and-white, not to mention heavily shadowed. Both sexy and beautiful. One hinted at a man kneeling in front of another, and he had his cheek resting against the dominant man’s thigh. Without revealing any details or features, the picture had peacefulness written all over it.

Must be a nice feeling.

Oh, hands. I clicked on a photo displaying two hands, one gripping the wrist of the other, and I squinted at a small tattoo. Hadn’t I seen that before? I assumed it was the submissive guy who had his wrist in someone’s hold, and he had a small snake that slithered up along the side of his thumb. I was sure I’d seen it before.

Excerpt 2

You’re invited to a barbecue with August King!

As the Franklin Food Festival is right around the corner, August wishes to extend the invitation to join him for a barbecue on Friday night. Perhaps you’ve traveled a long way to Nashville and don’t feel like hunting down a place to grab dinner, or maybe you’re tired after enjoying the first day of the festival. Either way, you’re very welcome to stop by Littlefield Ranch for a small, casual barbecue.

When: 8 p.m.

Who: The participants of the August King Cooking Class (Spouses are welcome.)

Click the link below to RSVP, and we need your response by 11 a.m. on Friday.

We look forward to seeing you!

Best regards,

Clara Pierce

Discomfort tightened in my gut, and I briefly wondered what the fuck I was doing. All this started with a “Why not?” that I was now questioning a shitload. I wasn’t the type to enter contests and giveaways. I hadn’t considered actually winning. There’d been a post by a famous chef asking his followers what they’d last had for dinner, and I’d obviously seen the information for the giveaway. I remembered also thinking, “Huh, that’s the weekend before the music festival.” Then I’d entered my response with a shrug and a “Why not? Let’s see what happens.”

Well, this happened.

This shit was happening.

“Are you gonna tell me why you look like you wanna puke?” Nicky asked blandly.

I didn’t wanna puke. I didn’t know what I wanted. For fucking real? Me, at a barbecue with August King?

As if the cooking class weren’t weird enough.

Excerpt 3

“Hi.”

I whipped my head to the left and spotted Camden, and I nearly swallowed my tongue. He stood there, hesitating by the den, and grinned shyly. Dressed in only a pair of sweatpants drawn up to his knees.

Could he even buy his own beer? No, really. His entire appearance was a complete mindfuck. Boyish looks combined with the average height of a middle schooler made me wanna ask if he wanted a juice box. But the young man also had ink covering his calves, and he had piercings in both nipples and his right eyebrow.

Not a single mark on his upper body, though. Just pale, soft-looking skin.

I swallowed hard.

Camden Adair wasn’t my usual type, but there was something intoxicating about that boy. It was the mixture of sweet innocence and attitude. I saw it in his eyes every damn week.

And I was staring.

I cleared my throat and closed the fridge again.

But before I could say something, King was back. He opened the door and strode in with two large bags that he set on the kitchen island.

“There you are, darlin’. Did you get to introduce yourself to your latest favorite New Yorker?”

Camden laughed and walked toward me. “I was just about to. Hi, Mr. Fender. I’m Camden.” He stuck out his hand.

I managed to snap out of my state, and I grasped his hand. “It’s Anthony. Nice to meet you in person.”

“You too!”

Just as I was about to break the handshake, I dropped my gaze to his hand and instinctively tightened my grip. You gotta be fucking kidding me. I clenched my jaw. There was a tattoo of a small snake slithering up his thumb.

I released his hand quickly and took a couple steps back. He was peering up at me with curiosity and…something else.

What had I just walked into?

My Review

As always, Cara Dee has blown me away with another one of her books. The way she writes gets you so immersed into the story, you feel like you’re part of her characters’ world.

August and Camden have been a couple for many years but as their relationship grew so did their desires. Camden, the little sneaky genius that he is, sets out to find that something missing, enter Anthony. We got a snippet of Anthony in We Have Till Dawn but that wasn’t nearly enough. After entering an Instagram competition and winning a place for a cooking lesson with hot shot chef August King, Anthony takes his first vacation in a long time and gets more than he bargained for after he meets August and his ‘husband’ Camden.

We Have Till Monday is an MMM romance that contains age regression. I was a bit weary about reading of the age regression part of the story but I should of known I had nothing to worry about, Cara writes her characters so beautifully so much so that I fell in love with these guys instantly!

Beautifully written and easy to follow along with the story and characters, a definite 5 stars!

…and as always, I look forward to reading more from this author.

About Cara

I’m often awkwardly silent or, if the topic interests me, a chronic rambler. In other words, I can discuss writing forever and ever. Fiction, in particular. The love story—while a huge draw and constantly present—is secondary for me, because there’s so much more to writing romance fiction than just making two (or more) people fall in love and have hot sex.

There’s a world to build, characters to develop, interests to create, and a topic or two to research thoroughly.

Every book is a challenge for me, an opportunity to learn something new, and a puzzle to piece together. I want my characters to come to life, and the only way I know to do that is to give them substance—passions, history, goals, quirks, and strong opinions—and to let them evolve.

I want my men and women to be relatable. That means allowing room for everyday problems and, for lack of a better word, flaws. My characters will never be perfect.

Wait…this was supposed to be about me, not my writing.

I’m a writey person who loves to write. Always wanderlusting, twitterpating, kinking, cooking, baking, and geeking. There’s time for hockey and family, too. But mostly, I just love to write.

Find Cara on social media here: https://www.caradeewrites.com/cdwlandingpage

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