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.James wondered if she’d read it, then decided he didn’t care.The short note was written in short, messy handwriting that tilted downward, the lines uneven:James,Come to the fight Fri night? Will be tickets for you if you want em.And a phone number.James took a bit of a beating that night at sparring, earning an inadvertent black eye from one of his classmates.He had other things on his mind.Also By Gin LaSalle: The Sin BinAdrian Talbot is a shy young hockey player just starting his rookie season with the Calgary Comets.You'd never know what a nervous person he is when you see him flying across the ice, dazzling the competition.Mike Mackintosh has seen it all in his extensive career as the Comets' tough, hard-hitting enforcer.He's known for delivering brutal checks to the opposition and protecting his teammates on and off the ice.When Mike takes an interest in Adrian, he can't exactly ignore it.The older, rougher, dominant man isn't the sort of guy you can just blow off.But Adrian has no idea just what sort of plans Mike has for him, and he finds himself being drawn deeper and deeper into a world of submission, pain, and overwhelming pleasure.The Sin Bin is the first volume in a series of erotic, steamy short stories that detail a shy rookie's transformation from gay first timer to perfect sub.To learn more about this title, click here or read below for excerpt!The Sin Bin: A Sneak Peek“Mike,” he finally said, a little out of breath, dizzy from a combination of breathlessness and whisky.“What are…”What was he going to say? What are you doing? Where are we going? He couldn't finish the sentence, pulled around a corner into an old brick-lined back alley.Faded posters for clubs and concerts were posted all around.There were a couple dumpsters further down and a big, humming electrical box, but other than that, the place was empty.It was freezing, deserted, and there was a stale, unpleasant scent on the air.Adrian felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up.This didn't seem like a safe place to be.And then Mike Mackintosh was crowding him up against the brick wall, chest to chest, shoving Adrian up against it and holding him there.Which was no small feat, given that Adrian was a hockey player.However, Mike was a much larger hockey player.He had a few inches of height and a good deal of muscle on Adrian and every ounce of it was pressing him to the bricks.“What are you--!” Adrian started again, but this time he was cut off.Mike leaned his scruffy-jawed face down, holding Adrian's head in place with a hand, and kissed him.Hard.It was sudden and strange and aggressive and Adrian had never, ever experienced anything like it.He'd never been brave enough to act on his fantasies, to try out kissing another man.He'd barely even acknowledged his sexuality, let alone dared to explore it.The feel of Mike's mouth was completely unlike a girl's.Where girls were soft and pleasant-smelling and smooth, Mike was rough and his lips were chapped and his stubble scraped Adrian's cheek and the scent of him was musky and sweaty and beer-y.Distinctly male.He was so shocked that his brain didn't even get a chance to process the fact that aside from just being a man, Mike was his teammate.Mike leaned forward further, deepening the kiss, breathing out through his nose as he skimmed the very tip of his tongue across the seam of Adrian's lips.That slow, careful scrape of tongue jolted through Adrian's entire body, raising his core temperature in the cold night air.He let out a soft, choked-back moan, overwhelmed by everything that was happening, and when his lips parted, Mike took that as a cue to slip his tongue in further.For their first lengthy kiss, Adrian was too stunned to actively participate.It was only after Mike pulled away, his breath hot on Adrian's cheek, that the rookie consciously thought: Yes.I want more of this.Please.He peered up at Mike, whose eyes were dark with hunger, and dared to slowly lick his own tongue across his bottom lip, maintaining eye contact
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