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Austin: Man Up, #1
Austin: Man Up, #1
Austin: Man Up, #1
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Austin: Man Up, #1

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I can make it by myself. The only rules I follow are my own. Love? I learned that lesson the hard and painful way it wasn't right for me. Sure, sometimes it gets lonely and I wish I had a man to hold. Who'd love me. Want me. Treat me with respect. Yeah, I dance in a club but that doesn't mean I'm easy. Or a fool. So you, sitting in the back, watching me? I know what you want. You want me. In your bed. Under you. But I say no. It doesn't matter how many presents you give me.
I'm not falling for you. I know who you are. But you don't know me. You don't know Austin.

This is a CLIFFHANGER. It is a start to a new series, entitled Man Up. The next book in the series is Rhoades—Undeniable

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Release dateApr 2, 2018
ISBN9781386649878
Austin: Man Up, #1
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Felice Stevens

Felice Stevens has always been a romantic at heart. She believes that while life is tough, there is always a happy ending around the corner. Her characters have to work for it, because just like life in NYC, nothing comes easy and that includes love.Felice is a Lambda Literary Award winning author in best Gay Romance and two time e-Lit award winner in romance.To keep up-to-date on all things happening, join Felice's Newsletter and get a free book!https://tiny.one/FelicenewsletterFollow her on BookBub: https://geni.us/FeliceBB

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    Austin - Felice Stevens

    Austin

    By Felice Stevens

    Chapter One

    Stop mooning over him, Austin. He’s taken.

    I gave my boss Tyler one last look from beneath the dark curls hanging in my eyes and let out a sigh as melancholy as I felt. Don’t I know it. Look at them. The perfect couple. And Marcus never takes his eyes off Ty. I wouldn’t either if he were my man.

    Frankie Marone, the other dance instructor and my best friend, poked me in the side. And you know Marcus hates it when you drool over Ty. You told me that yourself. So let’s finish up here and get over to the club. Frankie’s brown eyes sparkled. It’s margarita night, and you know that means big tips for us. Especially you, when your Mr. Tall, Dark, and Doesn’t Ever Speak shows up.

    We gathered our bags and went to change in the locker room Tyler had built in the back of the dance studio. I ran a critical eye over myself in the mirror, poofed out my curls a bit, then slicked on a little lip gloss. Do you think I need eyeliner?

    Girl, you know that man likes you done up. Here, take mine. Frankie handed me his eyeliner, and I used it around the corners of my eyes, giving them a cat’s-eye tilt at the edge. Didn’t he send you some sexy things to wear after the last time you danced for him?

    Heat crept up my face at the memory of the silky jockstrap and scented oils the mysterious stranger had sent me backstage at Man Up, the club where Frankie and I usually danced most nights. It wasn’t what I wanted to do with my life, but the money was great, and I did what I could to get by.

    I gave Frankie back the eyeliner. Here. And yeah, I dunno. He probably won’t show.

    But you’re wearing it just in case he does, right?

    I bit my lip and nodded, then pulled down my leggings to reveal a peek of red silky material lined with crystals.

    Jesus, that’s hot. And expensive, I bet.

    I know. After the package had arrived, I looked up the jock online and found it at a boutique in Chelsea specializing in high-end menswear. It’s a hundred bucks.

    Holy shit. Frankie’s jaw dropped. He wants you.

    It had turned chilly outside, and I tugged on my fur-topped boots. I don’t mind a little snuggle here and there, and I’m not against saying a special thank-you with a kiss, but there’s a limit. You know what I mean.

    Frankie zipped up his jacket and pulled his furry hood over his head. If he wants to be your sugar daddy, you tell him yes. Get yourself set up good with a nice place and a bank account. I would. You don’t need to keep shaking your ass for those guys always grabbing your junk.

    I’m not a whore, Frankie. I’m not selling myself. Right now, I love dancing and teaching the kids, but I have plans. And maybe someday, in the future, a real boyfriend.

    And you’re a great dancer. The kids love you. Frankie shrugged as we walked back into the studio in time to see Marcus kissing Tyler with a passion I’d never experienced. It made my heart and my dick throb. And as for boyfriends, they’re nothing but trouble.

    I linked my arm through his, giving him a supportive hug. That’s ’cause you ended up with the wrong one. I tipped my chin toward Marcus and Tyler. Look at them. I want what they have. I want someone to look at me the way Marcus looks at Ty. Hungry. Like a wolf.

    As if he’d heard me, Marcus caught my eye and winked. How’s it shaking, guys? Heading out to the clubs later?

    Yeah. I pulled Frankie along with me, anxious to get away. Gotta run. We’re meeting friends for dinner.

    We stumbled out of the dance studio, and Frankie hissed at me. Why don’t you tell him we dance? Maybe he’ll offer us a job at Sparks. I’m dying to dance at his place. They get celebrities, and the paparazzi are always there.

    I shook my head but didn’t answer as we hurried toward the uptown subway station, skirting around

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