Genre: Contemporary Gay Romance
Press (Indie) North
Release Date: 10/3/13
For Jack Lewis love comes from unexpected places…so does tragedy. When David arrived on
Vancouver Island, he was
just another tourist. A few hours on the water together proves he is more than that.
Attraction draws them together but an attempt at a meaningless fling fails one touch
at a time when Jack feels more than he thought he would. The love affair sparks
fear in David and jealousy in Emerson, the man who frequents Jack's bed.
At odds with the men in his life, Jack tries to talk David into staying and Emerson into going but the attempt could leave him empty handed.
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Jack ran a hand along smooth, tan skin and leaned close to kiss the same spot before he shoved back the blankets and slid out of bed. He padded the short distance to the chair piled with his clothes and pulled them back on a layer at a time. That chair said a lot about his relationship with Emerson Reid. When they'd first started their recurring tryst, it had been hot, wild and full of passion. They'd tossed clothes on the floor, thrown them across the room, abandoned them wherever they happened to drop resulting in the inevitable treasure hunt to find them again. That didn't happen anymore.
"You don't have to leave, you know," Emerson rolled onto his back with a petulant scowl.
"Yes, I do," he slid the shirt over his head and tugged it in place before running fingers through his hair. "I've got things to do."
Emerson tried a different tactic and rolled onto his stomach, chin rested on his crossed arms, half his body exposed. Batting long, dark lashes at him, Emerson turned petulant into a pretty, little pout. There was a time when that look had drawn him back to his bed. Hell, there was a time when just the sight of that much bare skin had done it. He was a beautiful kid with eyes so brown they were almost black, dark hair and a natural tan to his skin. Everything on him was long and slender and begged to be touched. It just didn't have the same impact any more. He aimed for alluring and innocent as he lay stretched out on the bed with that look and the pout. He missed it by several yards but Jack saw no reason to tell him that. He just pulled on his boxers and let that make the statement for him.
"Fine," Emerson huffed and pillowed his head in his arms, turning his face to the wall. "If you're going to treat me like a whore then I'm not going to bother getting up to make you coffee."
"I can make my own coffee," he stepped into his jeans and zipped them. "And I'm not treating you like a whore," he crouched beside the bed and slid fingers into Emerson's hair, gripping the strands to tug his head back and kiss the pout.
Emerson tried to turn it into something more but he broke it before he had a chance. He knew that game and like a lot of things, it didn't work anymore. Over the past year, he'd grown immune to Emerson, to a certain extent, most of the time.
"One of these days I'm going to put my foot down, Jack," Emerson called after him as he headed for the door. "None of this coming and going whenever you please, bullshit. I deserve better than that."
"Funny, but I've never heard you complain about the coming part," he tossed him a smile, stepped outside and pulled the door closed on the rest of the argument.
About the Author
DP Denman is an M/M (gay) contemporary romance author from the soggy splendor of the
She is an eclectic reader, obsessed writer, and determined LGBT rights activist
who lives with her fur babies and a pair of hyper-caffeinated muses.