Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Broken

Broken
AJ Hardcourt
Demanding Romance
Gay Contemporary
Broken
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A fatal car accident leaves one young man dead…and another suffering.

Officer Steve Pax learns the family of the deceased refuses to give information to the man waiting for word on their son’s condition—shut out because they are unwilling to accept Mario was gay.

Finn won’t leave the hospital until he knows if Mario will survive. Steve is torn between duty and his personal feelings. But Finn deserves to know his friend and former lover is dead.

Steve discovers there is more to Finn than a hot rocker exterior. He carries guilt over Mario’s substance abuse and his role in Mario’s death. Steve wants to help. But he’s crushing on the kid and is considering acting on his sexual attraction. Moreover, he's the last person who should be offering comfort. Can Steve show Finn he wasn’t responsible or will he leave Finn broken?

Excerpt:

The man stiffened as Steve approached. The uniform could be intimidating because of the gun, handcuffs, and badge. The man shifted from one foot to the other, then ran his fingers through his long blond bangs and pushed his hair from his face. He lifted his chin and met Steve’s stare. He had to give the kid credit for having balls. He also had incredibly blue piercing eyes, long feathery lashes and a straight nose. His full lips hardened into a tight line and a muscle ticked in his jaw. He obviously was digging in and prepared to argue. Steve didn’t have any intention of increasing the stress on the Rubino family. That meant getting this kid out of the hospital.

“I’m Officer Steve Pax. Is there something I can help you with?”

“Not unless you can get me into Mario Rubino’s room.”

“Visiting hours are over.” Steve paused directly in front of him.

“I’m aware of the time.” He glanced away from Steve and stared down the corridor.

Steve stepped into his line of sight and crossed his arms over his chest. “You aren’t going to find out anything tonight so you might as well head on home.” He indicated the door with a tilt of his head.

“I’m not leaving.” The kid nodded toward the nurse’s station. “They won’t tell me shit.”

“They can’t.” Damn, the kid’s eyes glazed over. He stuffed his trembling hands into his pockets. Steve understood the frustration, but he wasn’t at liberty to say much. “Come back tomorrow.”

“Will I be able to see Mario?”

Fuck, he couldn’t give him that sort of false hope. “No.”

The kid shook his head. “It’s fucking bullshit,” he said under his breath. “The only reason they won’t let me see him is because they can’t stand that their son is gay. Doesn’t matter that we lived together for over a year. Doesn’t matter that we aren’t seeing each other anymore. Nothing matters.” He glared at Steve. “Nothing matters but seeing Mario.”

Shit. He knew the story well. Hell, he’d practically lived it. The kid deserved to know the truth. “Let’s go for a walk.”

“I told you I’m not leaving.”

“Yes, you are.” He grabbed him by the backpack and tugged him toward the door. “What’s your name, kid?”

“Finn, and I’m old enough to make my own decisions, Officer. You want ID?” He fished his wallet from his back pocket. “Because I’m not going to let a bunch of homophobic fucks intimidate me.” He cocked an eyebrow. “And yeah, that means you.”

Steve closed the space between them. Finn’s warm breath fanned against his face. His eyes sparked with fire and his determined leer sent a frisson of awareness streaking along Steve’s spine…and into his groin. What the fuck! This was the last place he expected a flash of arousal. He tamped down the sensations unfurling in his loins and exerted control over his libido. Fuck, he was a cop because he excelled at control.

“I’m not asking,” Steve said with a stern tone. He wasn’t having a conversation with Finn in the middle of a hospital emergency waiting room. “Make a fucking scene and I’ll bust your ass.”

“Is that a gay joke?”

“No, I don’t have a sense of humor and I don’t tell jokes. That was an order.”


Sunday, August 15, 2010

The Best Man

The Best Man
Morgan Lee
Demanding Romance
Gay Contemporary
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Four years ago, Justin Carlson walked in on NFL hopeful Rhys Mathers in a compromising position with his trainer. Since that day, Justin has wanted to be compromised in the same erotic way. Back in town for a wedding, Justin would like nothing more than to get reacquainted with his old college teammate and discover for himself if Rhys really is The Best Man.

Excerpt:

“So, where are we going?”

The engine roared to life and Rhys looked pointedly at Justin. “My place.”

Justin’s balls tingled but it had nothing to do with the vibration of the car. “I thought you wanted to get a drink.”

Resting an elbow on the console between the seats, Rhys leaned toward Justin. His hand landed on Justin’s chest as his mouth closed the distance between them. “Only drink I want is you.”

Rhys’s lips slanted over his, lightly at first then with more aggression. Rhys lapped at his lower lip, and Justin clasped the back of Rhys’s neck, drawing him closer. Rhys groaned as he angled his head and slipped his tongue into Justin’s mouth. The hand on his chest slid down his ribs, over his abs, and cupped his straining cock.

Air hissed from Justin’s lungs as Rhys curled his fingers around his throbbing shaft and squeezed. He pulled back. “I’ve wanted to do that since last night.” A sultry smile tugged at his lips. “Not the kind of thoughts one should be having in church.”

Justin chuckled. “You don’t even want to know what went through my mind while we were on our knees.”

Lust flickered in those baby blues. He pressed a quick kiss to Justin’s lips then let go of his cock, leaned back and threw the car into gear. “You can show me when we get home.”