Last Call

I want a commitment like I want a rash, so why can't I get the bossy twink with pretty lips and plenty of snark out of my head? Anyone who spends time with me knows two things. One: If I want something, I get it, which is how I end up back in my old college haunts, buying a dilapidated bar with my five best friends and staring down the barrel of an unknown future. Two: The idea of settling down makes my skin crawl, and that's how I made it to forty with zero serious relationships in the rearview mirror. At least I'm smart enough to hire the right people. Enter Salem Barlowe, the prettiest twink who ever twinked and my personal kryptonite. Physically, he's everything I like, but our personalities couldn't be more at odds. I didn't want to like him with all his sass and acting like he runs the place, but someone tell that to my... Uh, you get what I'm saying. As if my hands aren't full enough figuring out how to run the town's only gay bar, my nights are filled with a man younger than me, bossier than me, and definitely prettier than me. Like a finely aged whiskey, Salem should be enjoyed slowly, savoring every complex note. We just have to keep it casual. No problem. I can do casual with my eyes closed. Whiskey Neat is book one in Last Call, a contemporary series set in the New Onyx universe. You can expect the antics and bond of six long time friends, the shenanigans happening at a quirky gay bar, a commitment phobe with a penchant for sweet guys, a bossy twink with mad top energy who doesn't have a sweet bone in his body (or does he?), the eternal f*ckboi who has finally met his match, you can come home again vibes, midlife glow ups, an easter egg or two, and plenty of steam. At Moby's Bar, there aren't any rogue white whales to harpoon, but they are serving up plenty of d… Drinks, folks. Come on. Includes Lights Out, a Last Call prequel novella.

Helping him explore his attraction to men was supposed to be no-strings fun, not turn me into a whipped puppy dog, but here we are. The college twink scene is wearing on me. Sure, it works out for a no-commitment guy like myself, but the constant drama and nameless rotation of pretty boys in and out of my bed isn't as exciting as it once was. Maybe watching one of my best friends find love is poking at me too. That's what was on my mind when someone new walked into Moby's looking lost, nervous, and extremely biteable. It only seemed right that I offered to keep him company, and when he readily accepted, I was looking forward to trying someone older, mature, and not looking for anything serious. Just like me. He's inexperienced when it comes to dating men, and I'm more than happy to introduce him to what he's been missing. What I didn't expect was the instant addiction I developed to his shy smile, his needy moans, and the way his sweet eyes linger on me. There's no way one night is gonna be enough. Stewart is smart, sweet, and gorgeous, and like my favorite cocktail, he's got layers I'm interested in tasting. He's lived a buttoned-up existence until now, but I think it's time he tasted a little gin and sin. We might be opposites, but hopefully, the balance of our relationship will be more sweet than sour. Gin & Sin is book two in Last Call, a contemporary series set in the New Onyx universe. You can expect a guy bored with his current dating options, a handsome, recently divorced professor ready to embrace his sexuality, two opposites attracting, a detached bear turning puppy dog for the right guy, one fell first, the other fell harder, a casual friends-with-benefits becoming way more, an awesome group of friends, a quirky gay bar setting, and all the steam.