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| Changing Tide |
Genre: Contemporary Gay Romance
Publisher: North
Shore
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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Excerpt
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.
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| DP Denman |
About the Author
DP Denman is an M/M (gay) contemporary romance author from
the soggy splendor of the Pacific Northwest .
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.
