Thursday, July 25, 2013

Spotlight: Cheryl Dragon

A lover of unusual things, Cheryl Dragon enjoys writing unique stories with sinfully hot erotic romance. Her two favorite settings are Las Vegas and New Orleans...where anything can happen! Cheryl lives in the Chicagoland area with her deaf albino cat. By day she analyzes numbers for a division of a large international conglomerate, which leaves the creative juices free for her erotic romance novels.


Carl D'Agostino was raised not to believe in dreams or taking risks, still he can't ignore the desire to be his own boss. Running Big D's strip club for his aunt is a start, but he can't resist the chance to get closer to the hottest dancer at the club. Hunter Campbell juggles various bookkeeping jobs for small gay-owned businesses while stripping to avoid being burned by the corporate grind again. He knows better than to play with the boss but under the cover of a bet, he seduces Carl. The quiet and professional guy is full of secrets and loves rough sex at the hands of muscle bound Hunter.

Name: Carl D’Agostino                  
DOB: 12/2/82
Height: 6’1”
Eye Color: brown
Occupation: Bar manager/owner
Bio: A dreamer, he always wanted to own his own business but his family was afraid of risk. Helping his aunt who owns the strip club, he wants her help to open a place of his own.
Food: burgers
Color: green
TV Show: Cheers
* ~ * ~ * ~ *
Name: Hunter Campbell
DOB:  9/30/85
Height: 6’2”
Eye Color: green
Occupation: Stripper/Accountant
Bio: Life in accounting was dull but stable until he was downsized. he reinvented himself as a stripper for extra money and does the books for small businesses so he’s never out of work. you can’t keep this hot guy down.
Food: fries
Color: green
Movie: Ocean’s 11
Animal: wild mustangs
Season: winter
* ~ * ~ * ~ *
Just as Carl stepped into the room, the attraction hit Hunter hard, and he blurted out, “No, he’s gay. I’d bet on it.”
The look in Carl’s brown eyes made Hunter sure of it. The guy was cute and sexy. Tall and lean, he had curly black hair and a shy smile. His clothes didn’t show off his body, and his shoulders slumped as if he didn’t want to be noticed for being so tall. Not a huge flirt and not movie star handsome, Carl could be overlooked by plenty of men. Hunter liked diamonds in the rough.
“Bet? How do we prove that?” Ken asked.
“I think Hunter wants to find out for himself,” Peter said.
Ken folded his arms. “Well, he’ll have to prove it if he wants to collect on an actual wager.”
“Terms?” Hunter knew Ken loved a good wager to keep things entertaining around the strip club.
“Five hundred cash. You have two weeks while Bev is out of town to find out if he’s gay,” Ken said.
“How can you prove that without getting graphic?” Peter smirked.
Hunter cleared his throat as Carl wandered closer. “I’m not taking any bedroom pics. A kiss should do it. A long, serious kiss here, witnessed by Ken.”
Ken nodded. “Fine, we’re just after sexuality confirmation. I don’t care if you score. But you can’t pin him down and force the make out session.”
“Please, Carl and Bev would fire him for that. She’s tough on sexual harassment,” Peter said.
“I’m not going to push myself on a straight guy anyway. Peter, you’re the witness?” Hunter held out a hand.
“Sure,” Peter replied.
“It’s a bet.” Ken shook Hunter’s hand. “Two weeks.”
“It probably won’t even take one.” Hunter smiled at Carl. One week for a kiss, no problem. If Hunter had his way, he’d soon have a lot more. The bet was just the cover he needed so the other dancers didn’t freak out when he made a play for the new boss. Peter had moved on already and was no doubt talking about the latest bet. Gay or straight, men loved to one-up each other. Winning was always good.
Ken shook his head. “You can do better, Hunter.”
“You’re shallow, Ken,” Hunter replied.
“We’re selling sex. It’s the business.” Ken shrugged. “Sexy people sell the fantasy. Whatever you’re up to, I hope you know what you’re doing. Bev loves her family, and if you screw him over in a bad way…job over.”
Carl came over as Ken went back to running the men through the acts they knew so well they needed no coaching. Hunter knew Ken was absolutely right. If he hurt Carl, Bev would be royally pissed. That wasn’t pretty, but deep down, Hunter couldn’t resist the chance.

No comments:

Post a Comment