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Date in a Pinch

A Small Town Kinky M/M Romance

by Brigham Vaughn

Date in a Pinch - Brigham Vaughn - Naughty in Pendleton
Editions:Kindle: $ 3.99
Pages: 292
Paperback: $ 13.99
ISBN: 979-8706077099
Size: 5.50 x 8.50 in
Pages: 294

A sweet geek and an experienced Dom: someone’s about to learn their lesson …

When chemistry teacher Neil Greene gets an unexpected delivery at Pendleton High, he's mortified when his fellow teacher and crush sees the contents that hint at the adventurous love life he’s dying to explore. Curious but inexperienced, Neil has no idea how to live out his fantasies until the hot lit teacher offers a helping hand.

Alexander Ford likes to be in charge in the bedroom and he’s happy to tutor Neil in all things naughty. But when Neil asks him to pretend to be his date for the Sweetheart’s Game at Pendleton Bay’s Love Fest, Neil may be the one teaching Alexander about love.


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Publisher: Independently Published
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Character Identities: Bisexual, Gay

Tropes: Everyone is Queer, First Time, Friends to Lovers, Love Can Heal / Redemption, Most Mindblowing Sex Ever, Pretend Boyfriend / Girlfriend, Sex Buddies Become Lovers, Slow Burning Love, True Love

Languages Available: English

Series Type: Same Universe / Various Characters


“Oooh. What’d you get?” Alexander asked, leaning in to peer into the box. After their first conversation last week, it seemed like they ran into each other in the mail room with increasing frequency. Not that Neil was complaining. He was just confused by the sudden development.

In answer to Alexander’s question, Neil spread the flaps of the box open to show him. He glanced up to see his reaction to the book The Chemistry of Beer. Neil wanted to get into home brewing, and he was looking forward to his study of it.

“So, you've been waiting for this for a while, have you?” Alexander asked. His eyes gleamed.

“Well yeah,” Neil said as he looked back down at the box. “I mean, it may not be your idea of fun, but I totally get off on”—he stared down at the contents in horror—“nipple clamps! What the hell?”


Alexander let out a guffaw. “Color me intrigued. You’re a dark horse, Neil. Why on earth did you have something like that shipped to the school?”

“No! No that’s not at all what I ordered. It was a book, I swear,” Neil protested, cheeks fiery hot as shame crawled through his body and heated his skin. He slammed the flaps of the box closed, then looked around. Thank God. There was no one else in sight. Or, hopefully, earshot. “A book about beer brewing! There must have been some weird mix-up at the distribution center.”

“Sure, likely story.” The corners of Alexander’s mouth twitched a little.

“I would never in a million years have these sent to the school!” Neil hissed. “Are you insane?”

Alexander stepped a little closer, his gaze fixed on Neil’s face, expression suddenly serious. “But you would order them?”

There was an intensity to his voice that Neil had never heard before and he blinked at Alexander for a moment before he answered, “What? No! I-I never said that.” Was it possible to actually die of humiliation? If so, could he just do it and get this misery over with?

“But you do know what they are.” Alexander glanced around quickly before he plucked the brown box from Neil’s hands and peered inside, appearing to scrutinize the contents.

Neil’s face now felt hot enough to fry bacon on. “It’s not like I’m sheltered. I know what lots of things are.”

“Oh, really?” A grin lit Alexander’s face. “Do tell.”

Neil took a deep breath, afraid he was digging himself into a hole he couldn’t get out of without making things very awkward. No, wait, things were already awkward. He didn’t need to make them worse.

“I just mean, there are all sorts of things in the world that I know about but would never take part in myself.” The moment the words left his mouth, Neil realized how prim he sounded. Like some sort of Victorian schoolmarm or prim Regency lady in one of the bodice rippers his mother liked to read. Great. Is that better or worse than sounding like a weird, kinky deviant?

“They’re quite nice, actually. Good design and they appear to be excellent quality.” Alexander returned the box to him, then brushed his knuckles across the back of Neil’s hand, making the skin on his arms raise with gooseflesh. “And you know what they say. Never say never.”

Mouth agape, Neil watched him walk toward the door. As Alexander reached it, he half-turned back and shot Neil a brilliant smile. “I promise you, your secret is safe with me, Neil. I would never put your job here in jeopardy. But do let me know if you ever want to test those out. You know where to find me.”


About the Author

Brigham Vaughn is on the adventure of a lifetime as a full-time writer. She devours books at an alarming rate and hasn’t let her short arms and long torso stop her from doing yoga.  She makes a killer key lime pie, hates green peppers, and loves wine tasting tours. A collector of vintage Nancy Drew books and green glassware, she enjoys poking around in antique shops and refinishing thrift store furniture. An avid photographer, she dreams of traveling the world and she can’t wait to discover everything else life has to offer her.