From the Blurb:
Being a post-apocalyptic exotic dancer isn’t
easy. Soren just wants to dance on stage and survive the coming winter
in the Underground. But when Zale Arison, the governor’s son, pays a
visit to inspect the Rose in Winter Pleasure Palace, things get
complicated. Soren isn’t looking for a relationship, but finds himself
intrigued by the ultra rich and attractive Zale. When Soren’s boss gives
him away for the night, his world is turned upside down.
Zale
hopes to get in and out of the Rose in Winter as fast as possible. He
isn’t expecting to encounter the beautiful dancer Soren, much less bring
him home for the evening. Past relationships never worked out for Zale,
but he is drawn to Soren who ignites in him an unexpected passion and
warmth.
Amidst a virgin auction gone wrong, blackouts, and the
state on the verge of total collapse, can Soren and Zale find love and
hope in each other?
This novella contains: an asexual
relationship, a femme cis man with an autoimmune disease (alopecia
areata), a cis man with physical disability (hip injury), hurt/comfort,
different social class, dark themes but low relationship angst, some
rats
Lap Dance! For Dystopia is a dystopian MM romance with a happy ending.
Content
Warning!!! Soren is 17-years-old at the beginning of the story. Zale is
24 and pursues a romantic, non-sexual relationship with him. Nothing
sexual (beyond kissing) occurs between the two until after Soren’s 18th
birthday.
Excerpt:
A dark gaze enveloped me, swallowing me whole. I could feel those eyes from the other side of the room. A heavy heat hung in the air of the parlor, a room dimly lit to save electricity and obscure the stains on the carpet. I was pulling at a sequin that had come loose from my shirt and trying to ignore the icy glances from the new inspector when Midge sat on the couch beside me. I was about to ask her if she had a sewing kit when she spoke.
“Soren. He’s asking about you.”
“Who’s asking about me?” I asked, my bare leg swinging forward and back. I knew exactly who she was talking about, though. Midge seemed enthusiastic, but this could not be good. I shifted on the vinyl couch, sticky with the sweat of dancers and sex workers.
“You danced for him before. He must be interested,” she said, elbowing me in the side. “He looks rich. Extra provisions. Extra special.”
I had danced for him earlier that evening. Lap dances weren’t usually my thing. That might sound strange coming from an exotic dancer, but it’s the total truth. My boss told me I’m sensual but detached. I just prefer to be on stage rather than straddling a stranger who may or may not tip me. But this man requested me, so I forgot about every anxiety that plagued me. I forgot about the stabbing chest pains and the aching arches of my feet, and I danced in the dark.
Mounting this exquisitely severe-looking man, I placed his hands firmly on the sides of the chair. Maybe too firmly. I smiled to make up for it.
Lap Dance! For Dystopia is available on Amazon and as part of your Kindle Unlimited subscription.
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