Title: Waking Oisin
Author: Grace Kilian Delaney
Publisher: NineStar Press
Release Date: February 26, 2018
Heat Level: 3 - Some Sex
Pairing: Male/Male
Length: 62700
Genre: Contemporary, LGBT, contemporary, bisexual, gay, genderqueer, new adult, cross-dresser, college student, lawyer, age-gap, piercings & tattoos, dirty talk, toys, spanking, D/s dynamics, light kink, family drama, pets
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Synopsis
Oisin Harrison blames his fiancée’s distrust for ruining their relationship. He blames his father for pushing him into law school. But more than all that, he blames himself for letting other people’s expectations stop him from going after his dream. But dressing in drag with his best friend is the one thing Oisin refuses to compromise.
As Sin, he meets handsome Trenton Fisher, a man who appreciates Oisin’s cross-dressing. Trent upends his world by doing things to his body no one ever has, making him want more than just one night together. That is, until Oisin discovers his hot hookup works at his father’s law firm and is angling for a promotion.
To complicate things, Trent doesn’t seem to recognize Oisin out of drag. Or does he?
Will Oisin and Trent’s magnetic attraction grow to something deeper, or will it threaten to jeopardize their careers and futures?
Excerpt
Waking Oisin
Grace Killian Delaney © 2018
All Rights Reserved
Chapter One
Oisin Harrison
As I walked out of my last class of the day, the wretched feeling grew larger in my stomach, and if it weren’t for the cool January air, I might have puked. I’d failed my first project. My second semester at UNLV’s law school was not going well, and I’d be lucky if I made it through the next four months without getting kicked out.
My father had been disappointed with my decision to attend our home state’s college. Being the senior partner and founder of the most prestigious entertainment law firm, with locations in Las Vegas and Los Angeles, he’d had ridiculously high expectations for his youngest son. When he came home from LA on Friday, like he did every weekend, the news of my being on academic probation would be reported to him by one of his many acquaintances (aka babysitters) before I had an opportunity to plead my side, and a butt chewing would ensue.
I trudged back to my apartment where I found my best friend, Devon Thomson, in the parking lot getting out of his car. His makeup and short brown hair were flawless, and the stylish wrap coat he wore stopped just above his knees, leaving his calves exposed. The ease with which he expressed his femininity had always impressed me.
Devon picked up on my body language immediately. “You don’t look too happy.”
“I failed.” My chest tightened. I’d never failed at anything before. I’d survived an undergrad degree in Biological Sciences and graduated summa cum laude, but I had no heart for law. Lately, I had no heart for anything; I was a zombie masquerading among the living.
Devon hugged me. “It’s okay, Os. You’ll do better next time—you always do.”
That’s why I loved my friend. He was always a hundred and ten percent supportive and affectionate. I missed our nights making love to each other as FWB and hanging out with him like we used to before he met his boyfriend. Whenever he talked about his lover, he glowed with happiness. I’d never seen him so happy, so in love, and it made any nostalgic desires I had seem trivial.
He released me and a wicked grin spread across his lips. “I got something that might cheer you up.”
“I know that look, and it means trouble.” I laughed, and it seemed like it’d been an eternity since that sound had come from me. “I’m in.”
He clapped, his suede gloves dampening the sound. “We got invited to a record release party in Los Angeles next weekend, and I was thinking we could dress up like we used to? It’s been too long since we had some fun together.”
My heart swelled. Seemed I wasn’t the only one missing our together time. I should stay and study. Be a good little student. But what Devon offered was too tempting. Screw it. I was going to LA. “Sounds perfect.”
“Yay! I’ve got the best outfit for you. You’re gonna look so hot, you’ll be swatting off guys and girls.”
“I don’t know about that.” Sometimes I thought being bisexual was a blessing, other times a curse. The curse had happened last semester when my fiancée determined my bisexuality was a cover for being gay and that one day I’d leave her for a man. I protested. She left anyway.
“I do,” Devon affirmed, hooking his arm with mine and resting his head on my shoulder as we walked the few steps to my front door
“Who are you? Susie Sunshine?” I envied the confidence he had; it drew people to him. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt safe or confident in my own skin.
He brought his hands to his face, framing it like a sun’s rays. “Oh, you know me. Just a ray of light wherever I go.”
“Will Stone be there?” Mentioning his boyfriend’s name brightened his smile to megawatt proportions. I’d need sunglasses if he kept it up.
“Yep. And before you even ask—no, Matty will not be there.”
Matty. Stone’s bandmate, who’d brought me to his hotel room, kissed me, and then shoved me away. Last time I saw him, he apologized for leading me on. Alcohol made any hole look good until a hiccup of sobriety hit. Whatever. Matty had been my last attempt at getting laid, and that was so many months ago, I’d reinstated my virginity.
I let out a breath. “It won’t matter if he’s there, Dev. We’re good. He’s over it. I’m over it. It’s not like he’s the first person to reject me.” That sounded more pathetic than I’d intended. Time to change the topic. “Do you mind if we stop by Paws for Love before getting dinner? There’s someone I want to check in on.”
“Wouldn’t be one of those gorgeous redheaded veterinarians, would it?” Dev raised his perfectly arched eyebrows.
“Despite my crush on the twins, no. It’s a female of the four-legged variety—much too hairy. I found a dog, a black lab, with a damaged leg.”
Devon brushed my cheek with his gloved fingers. “You’re so sweet, you know that?”
The familiar touch set up an ache in my heart, but not because I wanted to be in a relationship with him. Devon and I had been there, done that, and decided we were better off friends.
“Being sweet has done nothing for me.”
“Ooh, you could get yourself a leather daddy, go all whips and chains. You know, be bad.” Devon tapped a finger against his lips, his gaze shifted upward in thought.
“Seriously?” I struggled with the lock to the lemon-yellow front door, fighting back the disturbing image.
Devon lightly pushed me out of the way and turned the key twice before it gave. He plopped the key into my hand without acknowledging his triumph over the stubborn lock. “Might loosen you up some.”
“Getting laid would loosen me up, never mind getting a leather daddy.” I shouldered the door and went inside.
“I think we’ve found a goal for our LA trip.” He rubbed his hands together.
I barked a laugh. “My dad always says it’s good to have goals.”
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I didn’t realize before reading this, but there is a book previous to this one that ties into the main character Oisin (pronounced Ocean) and the characters from that book are involved in this one. If you’re going to read this one, do yourself a favor and start with that book first.
Oisin is a not very mature 22-year-old in law school. He has no interest in being in law school but it’s what his father wants so he unhappily follows along to keep his father paying his tuition and providing trust fund payments. He puts himself at risk often, and seems to be living on the edge. This book was really about Oisin figuring out what he wants in life. One night when he’s out of state with his best friend, he meets Trent and has a hard-to-forget night together.
The next time the two men meet, it’s in Oisin’s father’s office as Trent is an upcoming lawyer within his dad’s firm. Things are rocky between the two men but the attraction they feel towards each other is as strong as it was before. They start a secretive relationship, to protect both of them until it doesn’t.
This book was hard for me. I don’t enjoy books with young MC’s, especially immature ones, and I don’t enjoy books with BDSM so if you enjoy those two things in your books, you’ll enjoy this one. The BDSM is light, but in a previous relationship Trent was a Dom, some of that behavior carries over. I always enjoy books where the MC’s are comfortable in their skins and think nothing of wearing make-up, or clothes considered feminine and that is a big part of this story as Oisin works on his identity. If it matters to you, this was also an age gap story.
I understand why the author made Oisin young and played off the dynamic with Trent’s age. And I think many people are going to enjoy that dynamic. If you enjoy young MC’s, cross-dressing, light BDSM, and age gap, this book is one you’ll enjoy! There are good supporting characters that really help with this story.
Rating: 4 stars
Meet the Author
Grace Kilian Delaney resides in flammable Southern California where she spends the wee hours of the morning drinking coffee and writing. She identifies as genderfluid and pansexual, though both are recent labels, and a goal of hers is to create stories that include gay, bisexual, and genderfluid characters. When not writing, Grace composes music, pretends she’s an opera singer, plays piano, and practices yoga, though not all at the same time.Website | Facebook | Twitter | eMail
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