Two of the best M/M romance authors join forces to bring a
sizzling hot, not-to-be-missed short story that will tempt
readers for more. Jared and Tristan are rent boys who work
for the Garden Market, a London club that caters to the
kinks of the wealthy. As it is Christmas time and business
is waning, Tristan takes up an offer from an American
businessman who wishes to see him and Jared together.
Tristan is in as long as the money is flowing, and Jared
isn't about to pass up this opportunity of touching
Tristan, his long-time crush.
QUID PRO QUO is hotter than hell! Witt's trademark humor
shines through and both authors do a great job of creating
two distinct personalities that complement each other
nicely. I love the way they were able to introduce Tristan
and Jared and make me care about them as individuals with
such a tight word count.
As the story progresses, the heat gets turned up to boiling
pressure until neither Jared, Tristan or the businessman
can take anymore. Unbelievably hot and filled with passion,
QUID PRO QUO is a must-read for fans who enjoy well-
written sex scenes with a bit of an edge.
For the past six months, Jared’s been selling sex at Market
Garden, a London club that caters to the better-off. But
business is slow in the run-up to Christmas, when
businessmen and bankers are too busy bickering over bonuses
to rent themselves a little high-class action.
Though Jared’s wallet finds the downtime unnerving, the rest
of him rather enjoys the opportunity it gives him to admire
Tristan, an old hand in the club whose reputation usually
sees him well-booked. Jared has been crushing on Tristan for
months—he’s no more immune to Tristan’s cockiness and
confidence than the johns, and those are just Tristan’s
inner qualities.
Just as Jared’s about to chat Tristan up, a businessman asks
for something a little different: he wants to book them
both. They agree—and Jared finds himself going from crush to
mind-bending lust as he’s made the pawn in a sexual power
game. Tristan shows him how a pro handles a john while
delivering the top-shelf sex for which the Market Garden is
so rightly renowned.