Blurb:
Craig
Ryan’s modeling dreams crashed and burned on the streets of LA. Still, a man
has to eat, and the escort biz pays well, and the sex isn’t bad. Actually,
Craig enjoys his new job and benefits. That is, until a client called Dee hires
him. Dee is a mystery. He keeps his face hidden and prohibits touching, even
when touching his mouthwatering body becomes Craig’s fantasy.
Falling for a customer was never in Craig’s plans. But wrapped inside Dee’s peculiar requirements, there’s a sense of loneliness and pain that strikes deep within Craig, awakening his own need for something more—something with a future beyond one-night stands.
Falling for a customer was never in Craig’s plans. But wrapped inside Dee’s peculiar requirements, there’s a sense of loneliness and pain that strikes deep within Craig, awakening his own need for something more—something with a future beyond one-night stands.
Excerpt:
The elevator stopped and
opened directly into the luxurious penthouse; it was huge with an open floor
plan, elegantly furnished, and smelled faintly of sandalwood and leather. The
kitchen gleamed with top-of-the-line chrome appliances. There was a nicely
sized, but not ostentatious, LCD television to the left of a fireplace
surrounded by built-in mahogany bookcases crammed full of books. The floors
were gleaming hardwood with beautiful, intricate Persian rugs here and there.
On the coffee table was an array of magazines—Time, Newsweek, Men’s
Health, GQ, The Advocate, and Details—along with a
book of erotic male photography. The entire west wall was made up of
floor-to-ceiling windows that provided a spectacular view of the city at
sunset, and there standing in front of them, looking out, had to be his client.
He was big, not overweight,
but tall, lean, and most likely muscular if the broad shoulders were anything
to go by. His hair was to his shoulders, dark, brown probably, and thick. He
looked to be impeccably dressed in dark slacks and shirt—silk, Craig guessed.
Despite a couple of years in the escort business and being plenty jaded, Craig
was intrigued. He wished the man would turn around. He’d love to see if the
front was as appealing as the back.
“I’m Craig,” Craig said
evenly.
“I’m Dee,” his client said
in a deep voice, not turning to face Craig.
Craig took a few uncertain
steps closer. “I hope I’m what you wanted.”
“You’re fine,” his client
replied shortly.
Craig frowned and his brows
knitted together in puzzlement. How could he think Craig was fine when he
hadn’t even turned to look at him? The first tendrils of unease began to unfurl
inside him. This guy was big, strong, and could easily overpower Craig. Not
that Craig was a slouch, but he didn’t have the muscle mass his client seemed
to under his expensive clothes, and this guy was at least three inches taller
than him.
There was a low mechanical
hum, and the curtains began to close over the windows, shutting out the weak
light from the setting sun. A second later the television clicked on.
“Have a seat, Craig,” Dee
said, motioning to the overstuffed suede sofa.
Craig
swallowed and nodded even though Dee couldn’t see. He sank down into the plush
sofa but kept Dee in his line of sight. The curtains closed completely, and the
only light came from the glow of the television and the dim recessed lights in
the kitchen. Craig didn’t like this, didn’t like not being able to see his
client, not being able to judge his reactions.
“Do you have
a favorite genre of film?” his client asked, moving away from the windows and
over to sit beside Craig. Craig looked over at Dee but couldn’t really make out
any facial features because of the dim lighting, and Dee’s hair was obscuring
his face. It didn’t exactly make Craig feel better about this situation.
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This book sounds so good. I have to add it to my list. Thanks!
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