ENCOUNTER
I absolutely loved this story. I am such a sucker for a love that someone will go to any length to find. Yep I was hooked with this one. Swoon! MMGood Book Reviews
Three
short, sexy, stories- sometimes spooky, sometimes tender, sometimes romantic. A
collection of fast reads for when you just have a few minutes.
Encounter:
A nervous wannabe actor slips away to steal a smoke at an audition and finds
more relaxation than he expected.
Finding Justice:
When Justice figures out his boyfriend considers him nothing more than a piece
of ass on the side, he takes matters into his own hands.
Nick:
Insecure nurse Nick discovers something about his rock star boyfriend he just
can't forgive.
EXCERPT
What are you doing back here?" The
slightly breathy, barely audible voice brushed like a caress along Trevor's
tense nerves. A slight breeze blew Trevor's hair into his eyes as the stranger
stepped from the shadows.
'Back here' was a dark secluded little
alcove behind the wings of the drafty theater that Trevor had considered a safe
place to steal a smoke and calm his nerves. Apparently it wasn't as unused as
it appeared. He dropped the butt of his cigarette to the battered linoleum
floor and ground it out with the heel of his boot. Smoking hadn't helped his
nerves. Usually it did. His therapist claimed it was part of an oral fixation,
related somehow to childhood neglect. Trevor found that difficult to believe,
but then the therapist had yet to meet his over indulgent, too involved mother.
He spent half his childhood in prayer for a little benign neglect.
He refused to stand up straight and act
embarrassed though. He'd just stay right where he was, leaning comfortably
against the dingy wall, looking casual, he hoped. Nausea still cramped his
belly at the prospect of actually auditioning for a singing part in the
Halloween musical. He waited a moment for a lecture on smoking in a public
building. Nothing. Just patient silence.
Trevor narrowed his eyes and turned his
head to flick a contemptuous gaze over the intruder. He raised his pierced brow
in smooth interrogation. He'd spent hours practicing the technique in front of
his bedroom mirror last year. Useful, suave and attractive, he hoped. The
newcomer wasn't someone he'd ever met before, therefore probably not someone
who belonged backstage either. He knew most of the people involved in the
community theater one way or another. He'd spent the last seven years working
on the sets and doing walk-on parts, after all. That changed this year.
He shifted slightly, rocking in place.
The intruder was a very attractive someone, with a lithe muscular body poured
into black skinny jeans and a tight black long sleeve tee. Pale, lovely classic
features, deep dark eyes a guy could get lost in. If this kid could sing,
Trevor faced stiff competition for the role he wanted. "Hi. I'm Trevor
Adams." He licked his suddenly dry lips lightly. Another drafty little
breeze stirred the hairs along his collarbone and he shivered a bit.
The dark eyes lit with a glitter of
interest. The boy glided forward, strangely graceful, plump ruby lips stretched
in a flirty smile. "I'm Caspar Thorpe. People don't usually see me back
here. It's nice to meet you, Trevor." He extended a pale hand. Trevor
wiped his own damp palm on his jeans and reluctantly took Caspar's hand. It was
soft and cool in his grip, oddly soothing and he felt nearly as reluctant to
release his grip on the hand as he'd been to take it in the first place.
"Are you trying out for the Haunted
Theater performance?" Please don't
say you want to be Vlad. Caspar intrigued him. Trevor found him incredibly
attractive and didn't want to be put in a position of rivalry with him. The
other man's words sank in slowly. Duh. If
he's backstage and people don't usually see him, then he's not an actor, huh genius?
"No, no." Caspar shook his
head slowly, "I'm more of a special effects guy. I do sound."
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