Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Photo: Ronaldo Gutierrez
The premise for Dirty Dining, about a PhD student who takes a job in an exclusive almost-anything-goes men’s club, is a bit out of my normal range of story ideas. It started out as a free serial on my website where I could play around with some unabashed smut. Who wouldn’t like to have a sexy young man serving dinner and taking off a piece of clothing with each course?
Six courses, six pieces of clothing and… well you get the idea and the attraction of this fictional dinner club. It was such fun to invent the themes and costumes the serving “boys” would wear, however briefly.
Of course Jeremy Linden, my financially challenged student doesn’t exactly jump at the chance when he’s first offered the job. Just how broke does he have to be to do something like this? But he soon finds his bank account even more anemic than usual, and he gives the job a shot.
It was fun to explore Jeremy’s principles and how far he would go for some easy money. He hits a point where if he doesn’t keep working at the club, he’ll have to change his research project. He’s working on an HIV vaccine, and the tradeoff is an easy one for him: stay on the HIV research project even when his fellowship gets reduced.
The Dinner Club isn’t just fun and dirty games. On Jeremy’s first night he meets Brice Martin, who’s hot and as shy as Jeremy is with the sexually charged atmosphere at the Club. They really click, and it’s the prospect of meeting Brice again that makes the job a pleasure—in every sense of the word. These two have chemistry that had me overheating just writing it. There are quite a few obstacles to their relationship, but you know right away they belong together.
Another theme I wanted to explore is the role of venture capital companies in the decision of what firms and products get financed. Living in the San Francisco Bay area and having worked for Silicon Valley start-ups, I’ve certainly seen some strange decisions and even stranger bedfellows when it comes to venture capital and the health sector. Jeremy and his research are at the mercy of these market forces. And because of the Dinner Club rules about anonymity, neither Jeremy nor Brice realize that they are connected to each other in their real lives, as well as their fantasy world at the Club.
Whether you enjoy some good, clean smut or a romance or a story that delves into layers far below the surface, Dirty Dining is sure to leave you more than a little breathless.
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Jeremy Linden’s a PhD student researching an HIV vaccine. He’s always short of money, and when biotech startup PharmaTek reduces funding for his fellowship, he’s tempted to take a job at a men’s dining club as a serving boy. The uniforms are skimpy, and he’s expected to remove an item of clothing after each course. He can handle that, but he soon discovers there’s more on the menu here than fine cuisine. How far will he go to pay his tuition, and will money get in the way when he realizes he’s interested in more from one of his gentlemen?
Brice Martin is an attorney for a Silicon Valley venture capital firm. When he’s asked to take a client to the infamous Dinner Club, he finds himself unexpectedly turned on by the atmosphere and especially by his server, Remy. He senses there’s more to the sexy young man than meets the eye. The paradox fascinates him, and he can’t get enough of Remy.
Their relationship quickly extends beyond the club and sex. But the trust and affection they’ve worked to achieve may crumble when Jeremy discovers Brice’s VC firm is the one that pulled the plug on PharmaTek—and Jeremy’s research grant.
Jeremy had to set out earlier to get to the city Wednesday night. Without a bike he was forced to use the campus shuttle to BART and arrived at the club’s staff dressing room with barely enough time for a quick shower. Three guys from his previous shift were here: Kit, Rand, and a slim Asian guy named Law—short for Lawrence.
“Hiya, my tasty macaron, nice to see you back again.” Kit gave Jeremy a European-style double kiss, though the second one landed on his mouth and not on his cheek. “Have fun last time?” He asked with innuendo dripping from each word.
“Fun enough.” Jeremy grinned and gave the other boys a wave. “What’s with Kit and the bakery talk?”
“Oh, he’s on a diet and can’t eat any of that. It’s the only way he can handle the deprivation.” Rand shook his head. “Anyway, glad you’re back,” Rand said and introduced Jeremy to the two boys he didn’t already know.
“Tonight’s costume theme is sailor boys.” Thomas handed out costumes. They were all variations of blue and white, with caps and blue or white shorts. He had a handful of sailor scarves in different colors, but he held onto those. “Need to get the assignments first. You’ll get a scarf to match your gentleman.”
Jeremy went to one of the stations and slipped into his: tiny white shorts, a sleeveless white shirt with buttons down the front, and a little white cloth cap. He practiced sitting in the tight white shorts so he could find the most comfortable way and not risk pain and damage to his balls. Kit noticed and came over.
He cupped Jeremy’s dick through the tight, thin fabric, then gave Jeremy another wholly unnecessary squeeze. “To get you started.” He winked and went back to fixing his own costume.
Thomas came in and took the scarves from Rand. “We had to switch a few boys around. Here’s your assignment.” He handed out the first four scarves, still holding a sky blue one and the green one as he approached Jeremy. He gave Jeremy the blue scarf.
“Hang on. I thought I’d be getting Mr. Green again.”
Thomas looked at Jeremy head-on. “Sorry, Mr. Green asked for someone else tonight. I double-checked because I thought you two worked out well last time.” He spoke softly, but the others could see which scarf he had been given. It was obvious what had happened. Kit looked away.
Jeremy’s stomach felt like it sank through the floor and kept going. “Didn’t he like me?” He whispered the question, ashamed to have his rejection so public, despite Thomas’s obvious attempt to spare his feelings.
“Yes, he did. But he wanted variety. We can discuss this in private later if you want.”
Jeremy blinked. Why did he take this so personally? This was supposed to just be a job for quick easy cash, not a matchmaking service.
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About EM Lynley
EM Lynley writes gay erotic romance. She loves books where the hero gets the guy and the loving is 11 on a scale of 10. A Rainbow Award winner and EPIC finalist, EM has worked in high finance, high tech, and in the wine industry, though she’d rather be writing hot, romantic man-on-man action. She spent 10 years as an economist and financial analyst, including a year as a White House Staff Economist, but only because all the intern positions were filled. Tired of boring herself and others with dry business reports and articles, her creative muse is back and naughtier than ever. She has lived and worked in London, Tokyo and Washington, D.C., but the San Francisco Bay Area is home for now.
She is the author of Sex, Lies & Wedding Bells, the Precious Gems series from Dreamspinner Press, and the Rewriting History series starring a sexy jewel thief, among others.
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