Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 26135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
Everyone knows Halloween is about playing pretend and finding the best chocolate. But when Boone’s best friend picks out the strangest costumes with an odd backstory that makes Wynn blush, Boone has to acknowledge that something is up. That doesn’t mean he understands why they’re dressed up as a puppy and his Handler, though.
Wynn was supposed to be the only one who knew the meaning behind their costumes. But when a barista with a big mouth and a naughty Halloween party spills the beans, he knows it’s time to confess more than just what his puppy costume means. Feelings, needs, and questions are finally coming to the surface, but with two best friends, it’ll take more than toys and tails to rock their foundation.
Author’s A Halloween Kind of Night is a standalone novella that starts at a private Halloween party at Skyler’s café. You do not need to have read the other books in the series to enjoy this story. The only thing you need to know is that Skyler is a nosy drama queen and he loves playing matchmaker.
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Chapter 1
Boone
“If the angry man chases us out like that time I tried to order decaf when he was having a crazy day, I’m not coming back.”
He’d come back.
Wynn had some kind of an unhealthy crush on the crazy man and he thought Skyler had the best coffee ever.
“It’ll be fine.” I hoped it would. “He invited us both, remember?”
“Yes, but he’s…” Sighing, Wynn shrugged. “He’s not sane.”
That didn’t change the fact that Skyler the drama queen made him stupid, but it kept Wynn from taking the crush too far and trying to date someone like him. “His invitation was very clear and he made sure we knew what kind of event we were being invited to.”
A BDSM event.
Kind of.
He’d worded it better than that, but he’d spelled out it was a private party for select patrons who were open-minded and polite. So it was a Halloween party for his kinky customers, and somehow we’d been invited.
I wasn’t sure how we’d been added to that list but arguing about it seemed rude especially when he wasn’t wrong. Not totally wrong?
I wasn’t sure how completely right he was since Wynn had been invited too, but in my case, I was curious and open-minded.
Wynn just might be there because Skyler, AKA the crazy man, made him lose all common sense and the ability to talk.
Which was part of the reason he’d gotten chased out for the decaf drama.
“This is such a bad idea.” Wynn sighed like he was being tortured, but it made me roll my eyes.
“You picked out our costumes, dimwit. You can’t pretend that I’m dragging you to the party.” I might not know exactly how we’d ended up going to the party, but it definitely hadn’t been my idea.
He’d just started talking about Skyler and being chased out and the invitation, and somehow, I’d agreed to go. It was all very confusing, so I tried not to analyze it too much. The conclusions my brain had been jumping to were ridiculous…and I did not entertain ridiculous.
Unless costumes and the coffee guy were involved, evidently.
“If you’re lucky, he’ll have made decaf and you can get him to scream at you again.” That’d made him so hard he’d been obviously aroused when he’d retold the story, pretending to be horrified.
Wynn just groaned.
Yep, he wanted to be chased again.
Shaking my head, I sighed. “When you were watching all those horror movies you love, I don’t think you learned the lessons you were supposed to.”
Bad guys with chainsaws and masks were not arousing.
That was a hill I would die on, but I’d figured out over the last few years that I was flexible on other things…which was how I’d ended up going to the party.
Wynn wasn’t the only idiot.
“I’ve never claimed to have a lot of logic or good judgment. The maybe I’m pan phase proved that.” Shaking his head, he frowned as he remembered his confusing what am I phase. “This was Skyler’s idea, and he’s scary, so it’s his fault but I’m not going to tell him that.”
No, he’d just drool and adjust himself in his puppy costume.
“Not it.” I might not be able to blame Skyler for why I was there, but I wasn’t going to deliberately try to piss him off.
I was slightly confused, not suicidal.
So we were stuck going to the party in the weirdest costumes I’d ever seen. He was a puppy and I was a dog trainer. I had a name tag and everything. He’d gotten the idea from someone he’d met online. I’d tried to understand the costume, but every time I asked questions, he blushed.
So I’d done the smart thing and stopped asking.
I definitely didn’t have the good logic or judgment in our friendship either.
“It’s going to be fine. We’re not going to ask for coffee no matter what he’s serving. We’re going to not stare at anyone interesting. We’re going to talk to anyone we recognize…like us all being there is perfectly normal…and then we’re going to head home.” If we got a good dessert or a drink, that would just be a bonus.
“Yes, we’re going to relax and hang out, not be weird if we see anyone we know, and we’re not going to make Skyler crazy.” Wynn didn’t seem confident about the last part of our to-do list, but it didn’t surprise me.
“He’ll probably be distracted with all the people and won’t even notice us.” I was hopeful about that for about thirty seconds until we turned the corner and could see the door of the coffee shop.
He was waiting outside.
Fuck.
“Is it weird that I’m having to remind myself we were invited?” Wynn sounded like he was either going to orgasm or hyperventilate, and I wasn’t sure which would’ve been weirder.
“No.” There were definitely other parts that were stranger. “He looks like a bouncer for the mob and we’re trying to get into the underground speakeasy he runs.”