#1 Perfect Valentine’s Day
INFO [chapter 1 starts right after the info]
The Sweet Caroline series consists of many books. All books can be read as standalones, but they work best as a series. At the start of each book, I always tell my readers which book would be wise to read first to understand the past of the characters.
The books can be split into two separate series: the first generation & the next generation. The next generation is about characters that were kids in the books about the first generation.
FIRST GENERATION: 1. Sweet Caroline // 2. Slutty Shaughna // 3. Eager Annabel // 4. Feisty Francesca // 5. Twisted Thomas // 7. Chef Quiroz // 8. Caring Christopher // 9. Officer Tyson // 10. Dreamy Dylan
NEXT GENERATION: 1. Blooming Rose // 2. Jealous Jagger // 3. Needy Nia // 4. Guarded Marcus // 5. Charming Creed // 6. Thompson Twins
You can read this as a stand-alone story, but if you’re going to read my other stories as well, you might want to start with “Sweet Caroline”.
We meet Dylan Dyer for the first time in “Feisty Francesca” as her neighbor Thomas’ business partner and best friend. He’s only mentioned briefly. He gets a much bigger role in the book “Twisted Thomas”. He’s also in many scenes in “Officer Tyson”, since he’s Mila’s best friend and he befriends James as well.
I would recommend reading “Twisted Thomas” and “Officer Tyson” before reading “Dreamy Dylan”, but it’s up to you! The books work as standalones too, so feel free to skip a book in the series if it doesn’t appeal to you.
Dreamy Dylan - BLURB
When he came out as bisexual, Dylan Dyer thought he’d have no trouble finding Mr. or Mrs. Right. Double the opportunities, right? Yeah… It didn’t quite work out that way. Especially because Dylan has a way of falling for completely unavailable people.
All that hardship is over now. Dylan is 32, and he’s finally got a boyfriend. Not just any boyfriend either: a hot lawyer boyfriend who can’t keep his hands off Dylan. Only problem is that Kian isn’t as out and proud as Dylan would like. Wearing pink glitter suits? Kian would rather not go out with Dylan when he looks like that. Smoking weed and getting drunk? Not Kian’s style. Marching in a Pride Parade? Not Kian’s favorite activity. They say opposites attract, but what happens when you’re starting to realize this particular guy might not be your prince charming after all?
Lucky for Dylan, there are many others who wouldn’t mind taking over from Kian. Which suitor will come out victorious? Or will Dylan stay true to Kian no matter how difficult things get? With some help from his friends – who luckily do appreciate his out-there personality and glitter suits – Dylan is determined to find out who his Mr or Mrs Right is.
For those of you who have read all my books, just a few comments about the timeline so you get where we are in everyone’s stories:
- Dylan’s book starts on Valentine’s Day, at the end of the book Officer Tyson.
- Liv and James are together. So are Mila and Scarlett.
- In fact, Liv will get pregnant one month into Dylan’s story (which is in the last James chapter of Officer Tyson, of course).
- André (who we met at the end of Officer Tyson) will enter the book soon, because he meets Liv and James a few weeks after the start of Dylan’s book.
- Just a few ages of other characters... Caroline is 30, which means Nathan is 47. Teagan will be born soon, and Alex is 1. Tracy is 31, and Thomas is 32 like Dylan. Marcus is 18. Jagger is 19, Yoah 12, and Davy 8. Rose is 13. Annabel will be turning 44 this year, which means Aston is 34. Their kids are 4 (Steffi) and 2 (Benji). Just a few random ages, so you have an idea of where everyone’s stories are at. I could go on forever, but let’s not. You guys probably want to dive into Dylan’s story by now!
If you don’t know some (or any) of the other characters, you can still read this book. All books are written as standalones. You’ll miss some inside jokes and easter eggs, but the overall storyline will remain exactly the same.
FINALLY, LET’S START THIS STORY!
#1 Perfect Valentine’s Day
Hot pink boxer briefs that make my cock look much bigger than it actually is? Check.
My nails and toenails painted in the exact same color? Check.
Heart-shaped balloons floating all over the room, making Kian’s house look like the décor for a Hallmark movie? Check.
His favorite dinner – his mother’s lasagna – heating in the oven? Check.
The table set just the way he likes it, all fancy and shit? Check.
His favorite white wine chilling in the cooler I got him for his birthday? Check.
A rose to put between my teeth as I lounge on the sofa in true cheesy come-hither style? Check.
I’m ready for my man.
When I hear his key turn in the lock, I rush to take my position. I’ve practiced my pose in front of the mirror a million times, and I know I look good enough to eat. I may not be some buff gym god, but my body is alright. Mila always says it’s my confidence that attracts people, my unabashed honesty and careless attitude, and I think she’s right. Not many guys would start their Valentine’s night like this, but it’s Dylan Dyer style to a T. I know Kian will love it. We’ll fuck once or twice before the lasagna is even ready, then have a wonderfully romantic meal, then fuck again. And we’ll stay up all night like we love to do, talking about everything and anything.
And then, when the timing is perfect, I will finally tell him that I’ve fallen head over heels in love with him.
We’ve both hinted at it, but we haven’t said the actual words yet. I’ve always been the one to say it first in past relationships. Well, to be honest, I’ve only loved two people before Kian. The first one was my first and only serious girlfriend in college. That relationship was pretty good. Lasted for a year or so, but it was just very underwhelming in the end. We ended things mutually, and there were no hard feelings. We didn’t stay friends, because honestly… we didn’t have anything to say to each other. Didn’t even like doing the same things in our spare time. Still, I did love her at one point.
Then there was Mila, who I never had an actual relationship with. I pined for her, watched her fall in love with another man, comforted her when he eventually broke her heart, and then I finally got into her pants, only to get shut down. Our friendship survived, but my heart almost didn’t. When I finally managed to fuck her out of my system, Kian happened. I wasn’t looking for anything serious, and we started out as fuckbuddies, but we both realized a few weeks in that we had the potential to be so much more than that.
When the door into the living room opens, I make a low growling sound and clutch the rose between my teeth a little tighter. There we go.
“Holy fuck,” Kian says, his eyes going wide. “Dylan, what are you-”
“Oh wow,” another male voice says behind him. “So that’s your boyfriend, huh? Nice… erm… underwear.”
I burst out laughing. I just can’t help it. This shit always happens to me. I drop the rose on the couch and get up, running a hand through my hair. “Sorry, I thought he’d be alone. I’m Dylan.”
While Kian stands there frozen, looking like he wants to puke, his friend walks into the living room to shake my hand. “Conrad. I work with Kian. Sorry to stop by on Valentine’s. I just needed to borrow Kian’s power drill.”
That makes me laugh even harder. “That damn power drill has some mad voodoo powers,” I tell Conrad as I tug on my jeans so I’m not as exposed anymore. Not that I give a shit, but Kian does, and I don’t want him to feel uncomfortable. “Last time one of Kian’s friends stopped by to borrow it, I opened the door in a cheerleader costume. I’m really bad at making a good first impression.”
“Please,” Conrad says, waving off my words. “If my wife is waiting for me back home in nothing but lingerie and a rose between her teeth, I’d consider myself a very lucky man. If I can just get the drill, I’ll be on my way and you guys can get to…”
“Our very own type of drilling,” I say with a wink. Kian doesn’t seem able to move or speak, so I take it upon myself to help poor Conrad to get what he came here for. “Come on, I’ll show you to the drill.”
We walk into the garage together, where all of Kian’s tools are. I run my hand over his workbench where he saws stuff, and where he bent me over last week and drilled my ass so good I was sore for three days straight. I shiver from the memory and then pull myself back together to find the drill. Once Conrad has it, he shakes my hand again, thanks me, and leaves Kian’s house.
It’s a big house. My boyfriend is a successful lawyer, after all. He’s a bit older than I am, 39 already, and he came from nothing. His parents don’t have fancy jobs like him. He worked hard for everything he’s got, and now he has this beautiful house in the suburbs, with way too many rooms for just him alone. Of course, I’m happy to help him fill them. I’m thinking one room should be our playroom. Not like 50 Shades, I don’t need a Red Room of Pain or anything. But a sex swing would be cool, right?
When I get back to the living room, Kian is sitting on the couch, his face buried in his hands. I feel bad for him, but I’m not upset about what happened at all. This shit happens to me all the time. I stopped caring a long time ago. When you put yourself out there, you get burned sometimes. A lawyer seeing me in my hot pink boxer briefs is hardly the end of the world.
“I didn’t know we had plans,” Kian groans. “I’m sorry.”
“We didn’t have plans, but it’s Valentine’s Day,” I remind him. “You know me. A sexy, inappropriate, romantic surprise is kind of a given when you’re dating me.”
He looks up with a slight smile. “I know. And I really love it. I just… Maybe next time check with me before you do something like this?”
“Or maybe next time don’t bring home another guy when it’s Valentine’s Day, unless he’s my surprise and you want him to join us in the bedroom,” I tease, giving him a sweet kiss. “What’s the big deal? So he saw that your boyfriend is a hot piece of meat who does really cheesy things for you. Who the fuck cares?”
“I care.” He’s serious again. “I know you don’t get this, but my firm is very… traditional. All the men my age are married with kids, and here I am, with my boyfriend lounging on the couch with pink-painted toenails.”
Okay, hold up, what the fuck do my nails have to do with anything? I choose not to ask that, though, because he’s upset right now. He’s right. I don’t get it. I run my own company, so when people are narrow-minded and bigoted, I just don’t work with them. Thomas and I are lucky to have enough business to be able to pick and choose. Him and his wife have an open relationship and while he calls himself straight, I’m pretty sure he’s bisexual. I’m bi and the most sex-positive person you’ll ever meet. All my friends are quite out there. Most are bisexual or gay, and we’ve all marched in Pride Parades, waved the rainbow flag, and told others where to shove it when they look at us funny.
Kian is not like that. Neither are his friends or family members.
I should be a little more considerate.
“I’m sorry, babe, I just wanted to surprise you. I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”
His eyes lock with mine, and his expression softens. “You don’t. Of course you don’t. What you did for me…” He looks around the room. “It’s amazing. And I can tell from the smell coming from the kitchen you’re making my favorite lasagna again. Like you do for me every time I have a crappy day or there’s a special occasion. You’re so good to me.”
“Only because you deserve it, babe.”
That earns me a smile. I could melt into a puddle for that smile.
“I love you so damn much,” he murmurs, pulling me in for a kiss. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”
I freeze halfway into our second kiss. “What did you just say?” I ask, pulling back. “Did you just…”
“I love you,” he repeats, his dark brown eyes ablaze. “So much. I know I don’t always show it, but I really do. I’m so lucky to have you.”
“You love me,” I repeat, my heart growing to twice its size. “I was going to tell you that tonight! I love you too!”
His smile spreads even wider. He doesn’t have one of those crooked smiles from romance novels. He’s all toothpaste commercial smile, wide and white. I love it. I’m officially a puddle now. A happy, loved-up puddle.
“I love you,” he repeats, pulling me closer to him. “I love you so much, Dylan. I’m so happy we met.”
“I’ll have to thank Mila again for spilling her tampons all over the food court.”
We both laugh at the memory of the strangest meet-cute of all time. He came over to save Mila from having to go without menstrual products, I hit on him in spectacular fashion, and he texted me to hook up that night. It was the hottest one-night stand of all time, which turned into more hookups. Soon enough, we were sort of dating, and we confessed that we’d both like to be more than fuckbuddies.
Here we are, five months after we met, confessing our love for each other.
The oven timer starts beeping right as I start to take off his suit jacket. I groan. “I had hot sex planned before we’d eat lasagna.”
Kian grins. “You always have hot sex planned both before and after any meal.”
“Are you complaining?”
He watches me with lust in his eyes as I get up and walk over to the kitchen. “I’m not complaining at all.”
It’s not exactly the night I had planned, but who cares? He loves me. There is nothing more I could ask for in a perfect Valentine’s Day.
Let me know what you think of the start of Dylan’s book!