Geoff's Teddy (Synchronous Seductions bk 3)

By Havan Fellows

Fuzzy is an unsatisfied ladies' man. Geoff's a bear-loving man who satisfies. Problem? Convincing a straight man that satisfaction might be just around the bend.

Overall Fuzzy has a good life. He loves his family & friends, he enjoys his job, and he never hurts for a date. The ladies seem to love the furry Fuzzy—so why does he feel like he's missing out? And why does a surprise dinner with a strange man interest him more than a flirty hot waitress?

Geoff knows who he is and what he's after. He's searching for a big hairy man to wrap around him. But none have been right—until he's manipulated into dinner with Fuzzy. Tall and broad, Fuzzy claims he lives up to his name. Everything that Geoff wants in a boyfriend. Except Fuzzy is straight.

When an opportunity arises—Fuzzy is obliged to crash at Geoff's for the night—Geoff works his derriere off to see what else he can make arise. Because he's determined to capture this Fuzzy wuzzy all for himself.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Havan Fellows
• Release date: Sep 20, 2015
• ISBN: 9781941841266

Havan Fellows

I annoy, love, respect, scare, seduce, hurt, anger, infatuate, frustrate, flatter, envy, amuse and tolerate everyone. I just do it better in writing thanks to a little thing called...edits.Okay no, seriously...I'm a simple minded person who enjoys the escape from real life through a book. I write with the group Story Orgy and hope to continue doing so for a long time. I also am privileged to be with the Pulp Friction writers creating intermingling books in a world all our own. And just like every other red blooded human – I love hearing from people. So feel free to drop me a line – whether it's a comment on my blog, an email, a tweet or you track me down on FaceBook or Google + ... it's easy to catch someone who wants to be caught.

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Fuzzy is an unsatisfied ladies' man. Geoff's a bear-loving man who satisfies. Problem? Convincing a straight man that satisfaction might be just around the bend.

Overall Fuzzy has a good life. He loves his family & friends, he enjoys his job, and he never hurts for a date. The ladies seem to love the furry Fuzzy—so why does he feel like he's missing out? And why does a surprise dinner with a strange man interest him more than a flirty hot waitress?

Geoff knows who he is and what he's after. He's searching for a big hairy man to wrap around him. But none have been right—until he's manipulated into dinner with Fuzzy. Tall and broad, Fuzzy claims he lives up to his name. Everything that Geoff wants in a boyfriend. Except Fuzzy is straight.

When an opportunity arises—Fuzzy is obliged to crash at Geoff's for the night—Geoff works his derriere off to see what else he can make arise. Because he's determined to capture this Fuzzy wuzzy all for himself.

Geoff’s Teddy

Synchronous Seductions

Book Three

By

Havan Fellows

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, locations, incidents and positions are completely and absolutely a part of the author's skewed imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or deceased, businesses, events or locales are entirely coincidental and maybe a little bit freaky.

Edited by: Olivia Ventura

Cover Art by: Allison Cassatta

You can find her work at www.allisoncassatta.com

Copyright © 2012

Second edition copyright © July 2015

Published in the United States of America

ISBN# 978-1-941841-26-6

All rights are reserved. Except for use in any review, the reproduction or utilization of this work in whole or in part in any form by any means, electronic, mechanical or otherwise, is forbidden without express written permission of the publisher/author. Thank you.

Contents

Dedication

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Epilogue

Spread the Word

More Hot and Obstinate Men

About the Author

And now...for your reading enjoyment...

Geoff’s Teddy

Chapter One

Fuzzy followed Emery to his car. He narrowed his eyes and growled under his breath. He should have clocked out quicker. He didn’t mind joining his bossman for dinner; quite frankly, he counted his blessings having a boss who also qualified as a good friend. No, he dreaded scrunching his six foot four inch frame into that tin box Emery called a luxury car. In his opinion, if he had to fold up into a pretzel to get in and out of the damn thing, it didn’t deserve the title luxury. But Emery sneered at the proposition of riding in Fuzzy’s truck. So what if a touch of dirt—or a couple pounds—caked the sides of his baby from mudding last weekend? Mud or not, his baby drove like a dream and had real leg room.

He made a mental note to keep his truck clean during the workweek, just in case an impromptu dinner invitation landed his way again.

You sure you don’t wanna take my truck? Why put miles on your new car?

Emery stopped and flicked him a droll stare. I’m not riding anywhere in that filthy excuse for transportation. You can move the seat all the way back, and you’ll fit fine.

Fuzzy stomped over to the passenger side and waited for the telltale beep from the key fob. He adjusted the seat and squeezed in. Okay, he’d squeezed into worse seating, and as long as he didn’t have to drive this contraption, he figured he’d survive.

So what’s up with dinner? Why the sudden invite?

He watched as Emery shrugged and immediately knew something brewed in that blond head. His bossman wasn’t a shrugger. Oh no, he proudly vocalized his emotions rather than physically showing them. If he shrugged, that meant something stirred in him that he didn’t plan to discuss just yet. Yeah, Emery would freak if he realized his team read him like a book, albeit a book with many missing pages. But that was what happened when you worked for someone as long as he had for Emery.

Figuring Emery had an agenda and getting him to admit to it were two entirely different things. If an explanation for his actions didn’t automatically present itself, the president himself wouldn’t pry one out of him.

You do realize I had to cancel with Marisha tonight for this. Not something I would normally do; she’s a sure bet.

I appreciate your sacrifice, Fuzzy.

Fuzzy humphed. Like you gave me a choice. Shouting at me after I punched the time clock that we’re eating out tonight. What guy could say no to that?

You’re right, most men don’t say no to me asking them out. Emery chuckled.

Yeah, whatever, you get what I mean. You owe me. Marisha ain’t gonna say yes to another date without me begging a little.

Marisha manages the movie theater?

"No, you’re thinking of Danielle. Boy, let me sing about that mistake. That woman freaked it ten ways to Sunday. She wanted to act out every scene from 9½ Weeks. Wouldn’t have minded so much, but she wanted to play that dude’s part. He shuddered and chuckled simultaneously. Nah. Marisha’s that sweet little nurse I met when I tripped it to the emergency room. Remember last week when I dropped that damn heavy dolly on my foot?"

I remember banning you from hand-trucking anything anymore. Too bad you didn’t listen.

What do you mean ‘too bad’? Doc said my foot did good, considering, and I got me a date with Marisha. Well, had me a date with her. Now I guess you’re taking her place for the night. Just remember, I don’t put out on the first date. I’m not that easy.

They both belly laughed. Yeah, right. I’ll remember that. How many times has that line gotten you into the woman’s bed on the first night?

No comment.

Seriously, Fuzzy, don’t you grow weary of a different girl each night? You’re thirty-eight years old. Don’t you see yourself settling down?

"Do not suggest that I need the whole white picket fence with a wife, two and a half kiddos, and a dog yapping out back. Geez, I love kiddos, as long as they are returnable at the end