Exclusive Excerpt - Temptation's Inferno by Kat Mizera
Two men. One threesome. Zero expectations.
Jamie Teller has had a rough year. After being blackmailed by a teammate, weathering a sex scandal, and being traded to a team on the other side of the continent, he’s overwhelmed and looking for a distraction. A sexy threesome with his burly roommate and his wife wasn’t expected–neither is his sudden attraction to a guy.
Viggo Sjoberg has been openly bisexual since he was 17, but always assumed he would settle down with a woman. When he’s surprised with news he has a child from a past fling, he jumps headfirst into marriage and fatherhood, but his new wife isn’t what she appeared to be. Adding to Viggo’s confusion are the feelings aroused by his seemingly straight roommate, Jamie.
When Jamie moves thousands of miles away, Viggo tells himself it’s over. Until a life-changing event puts the two men on a collision course. Suddenly, Jamie needs Viggo—badly—and Viggo is prepared to do whatever it takes to help. Even if it means he has to give up everything he always thought he wanted.
“Jamie? You all right?” “Yeah, just need a minute.” Jamie’s voice was strained and Viggo felt a twinge of guilt, remembering his own first sexual encounter with a man. “Jamie, I know what’s in your head. I’ve been there. I remember the first time I sucked a man’s dick. Don’t torture yourself. Talk to me.” There was a long silence but finally the door opened. Jamie stood there with a towel wrapped around his waist, looking completely bewildered. “No, don’t look like that.” Viggo reached for him and tugged him forward, his arm around his neck. He led him to the bed and sat on the edge, patting the spot next to him. Emilie had disappeared, probably to one of the other bathrooms, and they sat in silence for a moment. “No guilt, no regrets.” Viggo didn’t touch him, but made sure he was sitting close to him; he didn’t want him to be uncomfortable but he also didn’t want him to feel used or abandoned either. “Have you ever thought that you were bi?” Jamie shook his head. “No.” “If you weren’t into it, we would have stopped.” Jamie snorted. “I practically swallowed your dick—there’s no doubt I was into it!” “But you’re not now.” “Look, I have to finish packing and—” He started to get up but Viggo closed strong fingers around his forearm. “I sucked my first cock at 17,” he said quietly. “When I was done, he zipped up and laughed, asked me how it felt to be a faggot.” Jamie hissed under his breath and sank back down on the bed. “I’m sorry, man.” “I wasn’t with another man for two years. Instead, I fucked any female with a pulse and made sure everyone knew it. Then I went to my first sex club, met a guy who knew instinctively that I was bi. He was older, a dom, and he showed me a whole new world. Made me understand that it was okay to like both—I didn’t have to pick one sex or the other, I only had to pick people I liked and do things I enjoyed. I still struggled to figure out why I enjoyed both, why I needed both. I saw therapists, did a lot of soul searching…” “And?” Jamie looked at him intently. “There’s nothing wrong with me. I like men. I like women. I love sex. I’ve never forced anyone, never been with a child, never touched someone who didn’t want to be touched...please tell me I still haven’t.” Jamie shook his head. “I definitely wanted to be touched. I, uh, well, you know. I never did that before, never thought I would enjoy it.” “Did you?” Viggo’s voice was soft. “Yeah.” Jamie looked down. “It wasn’t what I was expecting, to enjoy that with a guy… but I did and I’m already such a fucking mess—the timing could’ve been better for me to discover I’m bi.” “I’m always here,” Viggo said. “You’re only moving to Ottawa, not Australia. I’ll see you next month, in fact. You’ll be playing here at the end of October.” “Yeah.” Jamie couldn’t meet his eyes. “Listen to me.” Viggo gripped Jamie’s chin and made him turn. “If you don’t want to do this again, then don’t. If we coerced, or—” “No.” Jamie’s hand came up to squeeze Viggo’s. “You didn’t force me. You didn’t trick me. You asked if I wanted to try and I did. I liked it. I’m not such a pussy that I’m going to pretend that this wasn’t some of the most mind-blowing sex of my entire life. But I’m also not going to pretend I’m not confused as hell. I don’t even know what it means to be bisexual—what am I supposed to do?”
About the Author:
Kat Mizera is a South Florida native. Born in Miami Beach with a healthy dose of wanderlust, she’s called Los Angeles, Long Island, upstate New York, Massachusetts, New Hampshire and Atlanta home. She’s never been able to pick which locale is her favorite, but if pressed, she’d probably choose the west coast.
Kat’s a typical PTA mom with a wonderful and supportive husband (Kevin) and two amazing boys (Nick and Max). When she’s not writing, she’s either scrapbooking or indulging in her second love (after writing) – traveling. Greece is one of her favorite places in the world. She loves that Athens is a big city with a small-town feel. The food, beaches and culture keep her going back as often as possible. She hopes to retire there one day so she can spend her days writing books on the beach.
Kat has been a working freelance writer for nearly 30 years. She sold her first article–a review of a rock concert–for $10 in 1985. Since then she’s been an entertainment journalist, waitress, bartender, legal assistant, food critic, magazine editor, substitute teacher, and sports writer. She also spent some time working at A & M Records in Los Angeles.
As you can guess from her series, the Las Vegas Sidewinders, Kat loves hockey. She is also a freelance hockey writer, covering her favorite team, the Florida Panthers, and any other teams that have an interesting story. The rest of the time, she writes novels: sexy, romantic fiction that she hopes makes you as happy as it makes her. There’s something enticing about hockey players and romance…