Our second #TeaserTuesday this week is Say Uncle by Raquel Riley. This is the second in the Sinful Summers duet - we featured Book 1 the other week - and is another taboo summer romance set aboard a yacht. This fun excerpt introduces us to Matteo and Sampson, and you don't have long to wait for the whole book, it's release on August 22nd.
From the blurb:
When you’re stuck on a boat in the middle of nowhere, day in and day out with the same people, the last guy you ever imagined being with becomes the first person you reach for.
Samson
There were other ways I could’ve spent my summer, but my sister’s stepson needed a swift kick in the rear and she thought I was the perfect man for the job. I’m no brat tamer, so being saddled with one wasn't my idea of a good time, but I can see the appeal when my… less-than-conventional methods prove fruitful.
Matteo
Sam is an egotistical, cocky, rude, impatient jerk. He’s also my boss for the summer… and my stepmom’s brother—did I mention he’s hot AF? He’s supposed to be teaching me a lesson about becoming a man and respecting authority, but his methods probably aren’t what my parents had in mind.
Say Uncle is an MM taboo tropical romance with MM+ play with no cheating. Features an age gap, a bratty sub, and a Dom who likes having his buttons pushed. Set sail aboard the Harlowe Two for a wild scorching summer adventure.
Excerpt:
“Attention SaveWay shoppers, two-for-one sale on beef jerky, aisle three,” a voice resonated over the loudspeaker.
Two-for-one? Fuck, I should have grabbed a cart instead of this little basket I carried. Dropping the soup cans in the basket, I beat feet to aisle three, determined to grab up the jerky before someone beat me to it. But when I rounded the corner, I didn’t see jerky, I saw my nephew instead, step-nephew, leaning against the shelves with his arms crossed over his chest, smirking at me.
“I knew you’d fall for it.” He laughed, shaking his head.
He played me? Son of a bitch!
“Jerky isn’t even on this aisle, jerk,” he goaded, making my palm itch to smack him.
To save face, I stalked toward him menacingly, my expression a mask for my anger and embarrassment, and reached over his shoulder to grab a bag of rice. He flinched, which was all the satisfaction I needed. I didn’t even want the rice, I just needed to make sure he understood the rules of engagement. If he wanted to engage with me, he was going to wind up on the losing end because if there was one thing I’d learned in my forty-one years of chasing boys, it was that you had to put a brat in his place, or he would trample all over you.
He chuckled as he sauntered down the aisle, back to his register, but I had no means of letting it go that easily. I had a long, sharp memory and nothing but time on my hands. I would get him back.
Continuing to fill my basket with the things I needed for the special dinner I had planned with Cass and Nicky, I hummed under my breath, refocusing my thoughts to happier things. I had plans for my play partners tonight, something new we hadn’t tried yet. Cass was verse, which set him up for all kinds of fun situations, and Nicky… He was the perfect boy, an insatiable submissive who was always ready to expand his boundaries.
By the time I made my way to the checkout lane, I had almost forgotten all about Matteo. He still wore that damn smirk across his attractive squared face.
“No jerky?” he asked, surveying the contents of my basket.
I had a piece of fucking jerky for him. He’s your step-nephew, Sam! Off-fucking-limits.
I constantly had to remind myself of his hands-off status because when a brat pushed my buttons, it never failed to make my dick hard. And Matteo was the brattiest of brats.
“Why don’t you ring up my groceries and keep your damn mouth shut," I advised him, biting back the words I really wanted to say.
“Ooohh, testy. You know, I’ve read about this. It happens to old guys when their dicks stop working,” he stage-whispered.
Matteo was getting bolder with his sass the older he got. If he were anybody else, I would prove to him how well my dick still worked, but since he was my sister’s stepson, there wasn’t much that I could do. It burned my fucking ass to let him get away with it, making the DOM in me bristle hard.
“What would you know? You probably haven’t even gotten your dick wet yet.” The withering look I gave him was meant to reduce him to a significant puddle of nothing, but it seemed as though Matteo was completely unaffected by my glare.
An older woman filed into line behind me, and I gave myself a mental shake. Keep it clean, there are people listening.
“So, when are you cashing in the gift certificate for our fishing trip?” For his graduation present last year, I had given him a gift certificate for a day of fishing aboard my charter boat, and he had yet to use it.
“I told you, I don’t fish,” he said petulantly.
I leaned in to whisper, "Are you saying you don’t know how to handle your pole?”
He caught my double meaning, meant to intimidate and belittle him, and glared daggers at me.
“Of course I know how to handle my pole,” he insisted too loudly.
“Then what’s the problem?”
“Maybe I’d rather clean my toilet than spend the day with you.”
I snorted, brushing off his insult. “Like I haven’t heard that before.”
“What’s your problem?” He sulked, as if he hadn’t played a prank on me not fifteen minutes earlier over the loudspeaker. Matteo’s problem was that he could dish it out, but he couldn’t take it.
“Your attitude is my problem. Or rather, it’s your problem, but it annoys me.”
“You annoy me,” he retorted childishly, “and my attitude is not your fucking business.” Ignoring the gasp from the woman behind me, I leaned across the scanner, taking his chin between my fingers. I gripped him hard to get his attention.
“Didn’t I tell you not to curse at work?”
He struggled to pull his face from my hold. “You’re not my fucking boss.” I cursed under his breath and he asked, “What was that?”
“Somebody needs to take you in hand and teach you some fucking manners.”
The woman in line behind me grabbed her meat and vegetables and vacated the aisle to stand in a different line.
“Let me guess, you’re just the guy, aren’t you?”
I shook my head with a chuff. “You have no idea what I could teach you.” Grabbing my plastic bags, I started to walk away.
“What, no candy bar this time?”
I always dropped a candy bar on the conveyor belt for his lunch break, but today all he’d earned was my contempt. “I’m all out of treats, go beg somewhere else.”
Say Uncle will be available as an e-book, and is available to pre-order now. Released on August 22nd.
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