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Going Down
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Going Down
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Going Down

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Beware of dirty sex and dark hallways.
 

Two Strangers...

One night...

An undeniable attraction...

Holidays always bring out the best in us, don't they?

When Dash meets Cain at a bar one cold December night, Cain's smart mouth and cocky attitude brings Dash to his knees...

In more ways than one.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherBeth Michele
Release dateNov 13, 2019
ISBN9781393050957
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Beth Michele

Beth Michele is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of M/F and M/M Contemporary Romance who writes sweet, funny, and sexy stories with heart and snark. She is a lover of the written word, and pens love stories about flawed characters who fight toward a much-earned HEA. She can often be spotted hiding out with her laptop or ereader somewhere quiet, preferably on a bench overlooking the ocean. Beth is a mom to two incredible teenagers, who, when they were born, stole a chunk of her heart and refused to give it back. Come Find Me! Website: http://www.bethmichele.com Instagram http://www.instagram/bethmicheleauthor Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/bethmicheleauthor/ Subscribe to my newsletter: http://bethmichele.com/1/subscribe/

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    Going Down - Beth Michele

    Going Down

    Copyright © 2017 by Beth Michele

    All rights reserved.

    www.bethmichele.com

    No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without the written permission of the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

    This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

    Chloe Giordan - Editor

    Lucy Gage and Stacey Blake - Formatting

    Table of Contents

    Title Page

    Copyright

    Other Books

    Chapter One

    Chapter Two

    Chapter Three

    Epilogue

    Other Books

    About the Author

    M/F Romance

    Love Love

    Scarred Beautiful

    Lovely

    Finding Autumn

    Rex

    For the Love of Raindrops

    Life In Reverse

    M/M Romance

    Chasing the High

    Behind His Lens

    Christmas Eve—New York City

    I hate the holidays.

    I’m sorry, did I say hate? I fucking loathe the holidays. Families sitting around the table, eating, drinking, and being merry. The mere thought of all that joy has me downing another beer. My second of the evening. And the night is young.

    Too bad I’m not.

    I glance around the dark, desolate bar. Oddly reminiscent of my heart. I’m not saying that to garner sympathy. It’s simply a fact. At thirty-two, and living in one of the most robust cities in the world—I’m alone. On Christmas Eve no less. It sucks. And not in the way I’d like.

    The bartender, Tad, who’s now my best friend for the evening, sets another beer in front of me. He feels sorry for my plight, no doubt, and that’s fine by me. Keep ‘em coming I say with my eyes as I spare him a second look.

    Actually, now that I take another glimpse, he’s not half bad. He’s blond, though, and I’m not into blonds. Nor do I go for the clean-cut type. Nope. I like a little scruff. The way it feels as it’s scraping against my balls, preferably with my cock inside a warm, hot mouth. I adjust myself on the bar stool, my dick happy with the thought. But I’m not. And even though he offers me a small smile, I don’t return it. I could fuck him, sure, if he swings that way. But he seems much more interested in the waitress on her way past.

    Whatever.

    Alcohol is my companion tonight. And it’s a Goddamn good one.

    The creak of a door brings with it a blast of cold, icy air, and I shiver. December in New York is not fun. Layers upon layers of clothing to keep warm as I haul my ass to the subway every morning to reach my job. The only thing I love about my life right now. Because every day I’m in a different building, on a different block. The view is never the same twice. And I thrive on the energy. That’s why I’m here in Manhattan. When you get to be my age, you make your own fucking decisions. Sometimes I wish I’d made better ones. And there’s my holiday nostalgia, out in full force tonight. Auld Lang Syne and all that shit.

    You mind if I cop a squat?

    I blink once. Twice. Hell, I think I even blink a third time before my gaze travels to the voice I’m pretty sure just quoted Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman. And yeah, I’ve seen the movie. More than

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