Title: The Family We Make
Author: Dan Wingreen
Publisher: NineStar Press
Release Date: March 30, 2020
Heat Level: 3 - Some Sex
Pairing: Male/Male
Length: 108800
Genre: Contemporary, LGBTQIA+, Romance, Contemporary, Family Drama, Explicit, Gay, Humorous, Children, Teaching, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Family, Geeks, Bullying
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Synopsis
Spencer Kent gave up on love a long time
ago. As a twenty-eight-year-old single father with a fourteen-year-old son,
Connor, he knows his appeal to the average gay man is limited, and when you
factor in his low self-esteem and tendencies towards rudeness and sarcasm, it
might as well be nonexistent. But that’s okay. A man is the last thing Spencer
needs or wants.
Tim Ellis’s life is falling apart around
him. After four years of hard work at college, he finds himself blacklisted
from the career of his dreams by the professor he refused to sleep with and
abandoned by the boyfriend he thought he was going to marry. Even though he was
lucky enough to land a job at a bakery, he still feels like a failure.
Tim and Spencer’s first meeting is
filled with turbulent misunderstanding, but Tim makes a connection with Connor
through a Big Brother/Big Sister program, and both men put aside their mutual
dislike for his sake. By letting go, they may help each other find their way
into a life they never could have imagined.
Excerpt
The Family We Make
Dan Wingreen © 2020
All Rights Reserved
“Yo, Mr. Kent!”
No, no, not now!
“What do you want, Jamal?” Spencer Kent
asked, not glancing up from his phone as he furiously tapped the screen.
Commanders of Warfare 3, a Four Square clone where people built up a character
and “conquered” real-world locations, was his latest obsession, and he was so
close to reclaiming his rightful spot as the Great General of Laurence Tureaud
High School from the little prick who kept taking it away from him. Whoever
CaptainSpock77 was, Spencer knew he had to be a student, because he never
knocked Spencer off during class. It was always right before school or during
sixth period—which he assumed was the bastard’s lunch period—and Spencer was
determined that this would be the day he’d vanquish his foe forever.
Still, even with most of his attention
focused on glorious conquest, he couldn’t help noting that being able to
recognize one of his new students by the sound of their voice six days into the
new school year was never a good thing. Spencer once had a dog who’d, according
to his parents, gone through three different names before he finally remembered
to keep calling him Avery. Personally, he doubted the accuracy of that story,
but he’d be the first to admit he was pretty shit at remembering names unless
the person in question was a Bringer of Stress.
And, sure enough…
“If I didn’t do the essay, but I still
read the story, do I still get credit?”
Spencer stifled his first exasperated
sigh of the day. “No, Jamal.” He winced as his commander lost half its health
bar. “The whole point of the essay was to show you read the book.”
“But I did read it.”
“And how am I supposed to know that if
you didn’t do the essay?”
“You could trust me?”
Spencer didn’t have to look up to know
there was a cheeky grin on the kid’s face. He could sense it.
“I could also throw myself in front of a
train. Doesn’t mean it’s a good idea.”
A decent number of kids chuckled.
“That’s cold, Mr. Kent.” Not as cold as the icy ball of despair that will form
in the chest of CaptainSpock77 when I win this battle. “My pops says all this
literature stuff is bullshit anyway, and I ain’t never gonna use it in the real
world.”
“Language,” Spencer droned. “And your
dad’s right. You aren’t ever going to use anything I teach you outside of this
class unless you decide to study literature in college. But. You’re still
inside my classroom for the rest of the year, and until then, you need to do
the work you’re assigned, or you’ll be right back here next year doing the
same—son of a bitch!” he finished with a hiss as his commander fainted, and two
adorable, blushing anthropomorphic ambulances carried it off on a stretcher.
How the fuck did I lose? I had it!
“Language, Mr. Kent.”
The bell rang, signaling the beginning
of first period, and the end of Spencer’s noble crusade to free the school from
tyrannical bondage. It took more effort than he’d care to admit to keep from
throwing his phone at the wall. Fucking mobile gaming was going to kill him.
What kind of shitty algorithm picks a
school as a command center anyway?
Spencer glared up at Jamal. The kid
standing in front of his desk was ridiculously tall for a fourteen-year-old,
and Spencer was a short man who liked to keep his chair as low to the ground as
possible, so some of the intimidation factor was probably lost. Sure enough,
there was the cheeky smirk.
“Class,” Spencer called out, not even
trying to keep the growl out of his voice. He was pleased to see a few flinches
from the more perceptive and easily rattled students. “Be sure to take the time
to thank Jamal for the surprise quiz you’re going to be taking today.”
There came a chorus of groans and some
scattered “fuck you, Jamal’s” he decided to ignore. Jamal scowled, but Spencer
merely raised an eyebrow and pointed at his assigned seat toward the back of
the room. “Unless you want a desk closer to me, I suggest you take your seat
and get out some paper. I’m thinking this test will take the form of an essay
question.” He raised his voice. “Hopefully, the rest of you got some practice
writing essays over the weekend.”
His words were met with another louder
round of groans. Spencer smiled to himself.
Spreading the misery rarely failed to
improve his mood.
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Meet the Author
Dan lives in Ohio (as people do) with his husband and the most adorable little rescue dog ever. His three favorite things are The Empire Strikes Back, winter, and RPGs. His least favorite thing is pizza. Since the age of twelve, it’s been his dream to write something good enough to get published and, after over a decade of unforgivable procrastination, he actually managed to get it done. Thankfully, what he finally ended up writing turned out much better than the Spider-Man and Eminem fan fiction he wrote in sixth grade. His new dream, which will hopefully take less time to achieve, is to own two Netherland Dwarf bunnies named Bunnedict Thumperbatch and Attila the Bun. You can find Dan on Twitter.Giveaway
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