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January 13, 2013
Behind Every Cloud... Is now finished!
I haven't done a post for a while, but I've been busy writing, which is a good thing. Silver Lining is a story that's been playing around in my head for quite some time. Here's a little snippit, but I'm not yet telling you what it's about...
UPDATE: Re-named "Behind Every Cloud..." and has now been FINISHED!
Fishing in his pocket for his keys, Kurt had to take a tighter grip of the woman in his arms. That was when he felt something pressed against his thigh that shouldn’t have been there.
“You’re a man?” Shock almost had him dropping the guy; instinct had Kurt pulling him closer.
“I’m Sasha.” The slurred response wasn’t an answer, but Kurt didn’t really need confirmation; it was now pretty clear what Sasha was. And that’s when he ran into his second problem, because as far as he could tell, the guy carried no identification.
With half a mind to take him back to the club – after all, it was their responsibility to look after their patrons – Kurt glanced down and saw Sasha looking up at him, his liquid grey eyes imploring. Cursing the common courtesy his parents had instilled in him, Kurt opened his car and carefully put Sasha in the passenger seat. After climbing into the driver side he turned to the young man slumped beside him.
It was Kurt’s chance to get a proper look at him. He was small, his features delicate and elf like. His hair was long and worn loose down his back; the color an odd silvery grey. He also wore a glittered silver top, black pants and flat ballet type shoes. It was obvious Sasha was dressed to party, and though Kurt didn’t want to assume, it also didn’t take much to realize Sasha was gay.
Trying not to let that affect his judgment, Kurt shook Sasha’s shoulder to get his attention. “Are you okay?” he asked.
“Nope, woozy.”
Kurt bit his lip, holding back on the anger building inside. He knew this wasn’t Sasha’s fault; that Sasha had been victimized, but a small part of him wondered if the young man hadn’t been dressed the way he was, it wouldn’t have happened to him. In that same instance, however, Kurt knew he was wrong to think that way. Sasha was a victim, plain and simple, no matter how he dressed, or how he looked. At least he had the balls to look and dress the way he wanted.
“I think you should go to a hospital,” Kurt said, speaking slowly so Sasha would understand him, hoping also that Sasha would agree with him.
“No, home,” he answered barely above a whisper.
“Sasha, you’ve been drugged, and I don’t know where you live,” Kurt carefully explained. He’d known whatever Sasha had been slipped would limit his comprehension, but this was painful. When Sasha merely looked at him, Kurt sighed. This wasn’t going to get him anywhere, and even as he was thinking of possible alternatives, Sasha closed his eyes and slipped further down into the seat. Knowing he was making a mistake, even though he had no choice, Kurt started his car, and after strapping himself and his uninvited guest in, he set of for his apartment.
It was only when he got there, did he realize how much of a mistake he was making. Sasha was completely unresponsive, so Kurt had to lift him out of the car and carry him. He tried not to notice the light but firm body cradled in his arms, or the long silky hair which got caught in his fingers, but with each step it became more difficult, until it was a relief to finally lay Sasha down on the bed in his spare room.
Looking down at him, Kurt’s stomach clenched painfully. Damn, he was beautiful. His high cheekbones and smooth skin coupled with his pretty pink lips and snub little nose made him look more like a girl than he’d previously done while in the club. It was no wonder Kurt had mistaken him as such. And of course, that stunning length of hair had been a big contributor to his error. Distracted by it, he smoothed it away from Sasha’s face, the backs of his fingers sliding softly against Sasha’s graceful neck.
Forcing himself to stop mauling the man, Kurt wondered what the hell he was supposed to do next. Was it safe to leave Sasha here on his own, or was he going to have to watch over him? Knowing what kind of strain that would put him under, Kurt decided to leave Sasha to his own devices. At least Sasha’s breathing seemed stable, which put Kurt at ease, but he lingered, unable to actually tear himself away from what was his ultimate fantasy.
The silent pull of desire he was trying hard to ignore almost had him reaching out to touch Sasha again. Instead, Kurt grabbed the soft comforter to cover Sasha’s body, but Sasha chose that moment to open his eyes and grab his hand.
“Don’t leave me, please.” His voice pleaded, his eyes begged, and his fingers clutched with a desperation Kurt was beginning to feel deep inside. “Sleep with me. I don’t want to be alone.”
UPDATE: Re-named "Behind Every Cloud..." and has now been FINISHED!
Fishing in his pocket for his keys, Kurt had to take a tighter grip of the woman in his arms. That was when he felt something pressed against his thigh that shouldn’t have been there.
“You’re a man?” Shock almost had him dropping the guy; instinct had Kurt pulling him closer.
“I’m Sasha.” The slurred response wasn’t an answer, but Kurt didn’t really need confirmation; it was now pretty clear what Sasha was. And that’s when he ran into his second problem, because as far as he could tell, the guy carried no identification.
With half a mind to take him back to the club – after all, it was their responsibility to look after their patrons – Kurt glanced down and saw Sasha looking up at him, his liquid grey eyes imploring. Cursing the common courtesy his parents had instilled in him, Kurt opened his car and carefully put Sasha in the passenger seat. After climbing into the driver side he turned to the young man slumped beside him.
It was Kurt’s chance to get a proper look at him. He was small, his features delicate and elf like. His hair was long and worn loose down his back; the color an odd silvery grey. He also wore a glittered silver top, black pants and flat ballet type shoes. It was obvious Sasha was dressed to party, and though Kurt didn’t want to assume, it also didn’t take much to realize Sasha was gay.
Trying not to let that affect his judgment, Kurt shook Sasha’s shoulder to get his attention. “Are you okay?” he asked.
“Nope, woozy.”
Kurt bit his lip, holding back on the anger building inside. He knew this wasn’t Sasha’s fault; that Sasha had been victimized, but a small part of him wondered if the young man hadn’t been dressed the way he was, it wouldn’t have happened to him. In that same instance, however, Kurt knew he was wrong to think that way. Sasha was a victim, plain and simple, no matter how he dressed, or how he looked. At least he had the balls to look and dress the way he wanted.
“I think you should go to a hospital,” Kurt said, speaking slowly so Sasha would understand him, hoping also that Sasha would agree with him.
“No, home,” he answered barely above a whisper.
“Sasha, you’ve been drugged, and I don’t know where you live,” Kurt carefully explained. He’d known whatever Sasha had been slipped would limit his comprehension, but this was painful. When Sasha merely looked at him, Kurt sighed. This wasn’t going to get him anywhere, and even as he was thinking of possible alternatives, Sasha closed his eyes and slipped further down into the seat. Knowing he was making a mistake, even though he had no choice, Kurt started his car, and after strapping himself and his uninvited guest in, he set of for his apartment.
It was only when he got there, did he realize how much of a mistake he was making. Sasha was completely unresponsive, so Kurt had to lift him out of the car and carry him. He tried not to notice the light but firm body cradled in his arms, or the long silky hair which got caught in his fingers, but with each step it became more difficult, until it was a relief to finally lay Sasha down on the bed in his spare room.
Looking down at him, Kurt’s stomach clenched painfully. Damn, he was beautiful. His high cheekbones and smooth skin coupled with his pretty pink lips and snub little nose made him look more like a girl than he’d previously done while in the club. It was no wonder Kurt had mistaken him as such. And of course, that stunning length of hair had been a big contributor to his error. Distracted by it, he smoothed it away from Sasha’s face, the backs of his fingers sliding softly against Sasha’s graceful neck.
Forcing himself to stop mauling the man, Kurt wondered what the hell he was supposed to do next. Was it safe to leave Sasha here on his own, or was he going to have to watch over him? Knowing what kind of strain that would put him under, Kurt decided to leave Sasha to his own devices. At least Sasha’s breathing seemed stable, which put Kurt at ease, but he lingered, unable to actually tear himself away from what was his ultimate fantasy.
The silent pull of desire he was trying hard to ignore almost had him reaching out to touch Sasha again. Instead, Kurt grabbed the soft comforter to cover Sasha’s body, but Sasha chose that moment to open his eyes and grab his hand.
“Don’t leave me, please.” His voice pleaded, his eyes begged, and his fingers clutched with a desperation Kurt was beginning to feel deep inside. “Sleep with me. I don’t want to be alone.”
Silver Lining - a novel in the works.
I haven't done a post for a while, but I've been busy writing, which is a good thing. Silver Lining is a story that's been playing around in my head for quite some time. Here's a little snippit, but I'm not yet telling you what it's about...
Fishing in his pocket for his keys, Kurt had to take a tighter grip of the woman in his arms. That was when he felt something pressed against his thigh that shouldn’t have been there.
“You’re a man?” Shock almost had him dropping the guy; instinct had Kurt pulling him closer.
“I’m Sasha.” The slurred response wasn’t an answer, but Kurt didn’t really need confirmation; it was now pretty clear what Sasha was. And that’s when he ran into his second problem, because as far as he could tell, the guy carried no identification.
With half a mind to take him back to the club – after all, it was their responsibility to look after their patrons – Kurt glanced down and saw Sasha looking up at him, his liquid grey eyes imploring. Cursing the common courtesy his parents had instilled in him, Kurt opened his car and carefully put Sasha in the passenger seat. After climbing into the driver side he turned to the young man slumped beside him.
It was Kurt’s chance to get a proper look at him. He was small, his features delicate and elf like. His hair was long and worn loose down his back; the color an odd silvery grey. He also wore a glittered silver top, black pants and flat ballet type shoes. It was obvious Sasha was dressed to party, and though Kurt didn’t want to assume, it also didn’t take much to realize Sasha was gay.
Trying not to let that affect his judgment, Kurt shook Sasha’s shoulder to get his attention. “Are you okay?” he asked.
“Nope, woozy.”
Kurt bit his lip, holding back on the anger building inside. He knew this wasn’t Sasha’s fault; that Sasha had been victimized, but a small part of him wondered if the young man hadn’t been dressed the way he was, it wouldn’t have happened to him. In that same instance, however, Kurt knew he was wrong to think that way. Sasha was a victim, plain and simple, no matter how he dressed, or how he looked. At least he had the balls to look and dress the way he wanted.
“I think you should go to a hospital,” Kurt said, speaking slowly so Sasha would understand him, hoping also that Sasha would agree with him.
“No, home,” he answered barely above a whisper.
“Sasha, you’ve been drugged, and I don’t know where you live,” Kurt carefully explained. He’d known whatever Sasha had been slipped would limit his comprehension, but this was painful. When Sasha merely looked at him, Kurt sighed. This wasn’t going to get him anywhere, and even as he was thinking of possible alternatives, Sasha closed his eyes and slipped further down into the seat. Knowing he was making a mistake, even though he had no choice, Kurt started his car, and after strapping himself and his uninvited guest in, he set of for his apartment.
It was only when he got there, did he realize how much of a mistake he was making. Sasha was completely unresponsive, so Kurt had to lift him out of the car and carry him. He tried not to notice the light but firm body cradled in his arms, or the long silky hair which got caught in his fingers, but with each step it became more difficult, until it was a relief to finally lay Sasha down on the bed in his spare room.
Looking down at him, Kurt’s stomach clenched painfully. Damn, he was beautiful. His high cheekbones and smooth skin coupled with his pretty pink lips and snub little nose made him look more like a girl than he’d previously done while in the club. It was no wonder Kurt had mistaken him as such. And of course, that stunning length of hair had been a big contributor to his error. Distracted by it, he smoothed it away from Sasha’s face, the backs of his fingers sliding softly against Sasha’s graceful neck.
Forcing himself to stop mauling the man, Kurt wondered what the hell he was supposed to do next. Was it safe to leave Sasha here on his own, or was he going to have to watch over him? Knowing what kind of strain that would put him under, Kurt decided to leave Sasha to his own devices. At least Sasha’s breathing seemed stable, which put Kurt at ease, but he lingered, unable to actually tear himself away from what was his ultimate fantasy.
The silent pull of desire he was trying hard to ignore almost had him reaching out to touch Sasha again. Instead, Kurt grabbed the soft comforter to cover Sasha’s body, but Sasha chose that moment to open his eyes and grab his hand.
“Don’t leave me, please.” His voice pleaded, his eyes begged, and his fingers clutched with a desperation Kurt was beginning to feel deep inside. “Sleep with me. I don’t want to be alone.”
Fishing in his pocket for his keys, Kurt had to take a tighter grip of the woman in his arms. That was when he felt something pressed against his thigh that shouldn’t have been there.
“You’re a man?” Shock almost had him dropping the guy; instinct had Kurt pulling him closer.
“I’m Sasha.” The slurred response wasn’t an answer, but Kurt didn’t really need confirmation; it was now pretty clear what Sasha was. And that’s when he ran into his second problem, because as far as he could tell, the guy carried no identification.
With half a mind to take him back to the club – after all, it was their responsibility to look after their patrons – Kurt glanced down and saw Sasha looking up at him, his liquid grey eyes imploring. Cursing the common courtesy his parents had instilled in him, Kurt opened his car and carefully put Sasha in the passenger seat. After climbing into the driver side he turned to the young man slumped beside him.
It was Kurt’s chance to get a proper look at him. He was small, his features delicate and elf like. His hair was long and worn loose down his back; the color an odd silvery grey. He also wore a glittered silver top, black pants and flat ballet type shoes. It was obvious Sasha was dressed to party, and though Kurt didn’t want to assume, it also didn’t take much to realize Sasha was gay.
Trying not to let that affect his judgment, Kurt shook Sasha’s shoulder to get his attention. “Are you okay?” he asked.
“Nope, woozy.”
Kurt bit his lip, holding back on the anger building inside. He knew this wasn’t Sasha’s fault; that Sasha had been victimized, but a small part of him wondered if the young man hadn’t been dressed the way he was, it wouldn’t have happened to him. In that same instance, however, Kurt knew he was wrong to think that way. Sasha was a victim, plain and simple, no matter how he dressed, or how he looked. At least he had the balls to look and dress the way he wanted.
“I think you should go to a hospital,” Kurt said, speaking slowly so Sasha would understand him, hoping also that Sasha would agree with him.
“No, home,” he answered barely above a whisper.
“Sasha, you’ve been drugged, and I don’t know where you live,” Kurt carefully explained. He’d known whatever Sasha had been slipped would limit his comprehension, but this was painful. When Sasha merely looked at him, Kurt sighed. This wasn’t going to get him anywhere, and even as he was thinking of possible alternatives, Sasha closed his eyes and slipped further down into the seat. Knowing he was making a mistake, even though he had no choice, Kurt started his car, and after strapping himself and his uninvited guest in, he set of for his apartment.
It was only when he got there, did he realize how much of a mistake he was making. Sasha was completely unresponsive, so Kurt had to lift him out of the car and carry him. He tried not to notice the light but firm body cradled in his arms, or the long silky hair which got caught in his fingers, but with each step it became more difficult, until it was a relief to finally lay Sasha down on the bed in his spare room.
Looking down at him, Kurt’s stomach clenched painfully. Damn, he was beautiful. His high cheekbones and smooth skin coupled with his pretty pink lips and snub little nose made him look more like a girl than he’d previously done while in the club. It was no wonder Kurt had mistaken him as such. And of course, that stunning length of hair had been a big contributor to his error. Distracted by it, he smoothed it away from Sasha’s face, the backs of his fingers sliding softly against Sasha’s graceful neck.
Forcing himself to stop mauling the man, Kurt wondered what the hell he was supposed to do next. Was it safe to leave Sasha here on his own, or was he going to have to watch over him? Knowing what kind of strain that would put him under, Kurt decided to leave Sasha to his own devices. At least Sasha’s breathing seemed stable, which put Kurt at ease, but he lingered, unable to actually tear himself away from what was his ultimate fantasy.
The silent pull of desire he was trying hard to ignore almost had him reaching out to touch Sasha again. Instead, Kurt grabbed the soft comforter to cover Sasha’s body, but Sasha chose that moment to open his eyes and grab his hand.
“Don’t leave me, please.” His voice pleaded, his eyes begged, and his fingers clutched with a desperation Kurt was beginning to feel deep inside. “Sleep with me. I don’t want to be alone.”
July 31, 2012
Murphy's Law out now!
Murphy's Law: what can go wrong will go wrong, is something everyone has suffered at one time in their life, or if they haven't yet, they're going to. It's bad luck, or it's fated. Either way, you'll know it when it's happened to you, and for most people it's a shrug of the shoulders, for some it's a nightmare. For David, it's a way of life.
Blurb:
Fed up of trying to fly under his step family's radar, David sets off to Australia to get away from their constant harassment. Maybe there he can be himself, be free, be with someone who can help him forget about his problems for a while. Meeting Scott, who not only thinks he's sexy but shows him how much over and over again, is perfect. And Scott doesn't care that he's accident prone. Well, David is everything prone; what can go wrong does. And falling in love with someone he nearly kills is about as wrong as it can get.
Scott likes his sex uncomplicated, preferably with someone just passing through, but his family want him to settle down with some nice young man. To get away from their meddling he heads to Bondi Beach. That's where he meets David, a man who just pushes his buttons, and the fact that he's looking for the same thing Scott is, makes him ideal. However, he falls in love with David--sassy attitude, accidents, and adorable accent included. But how is Scott going to persuade David to stay with him, especially as David's seriously upset about nearly getting him killed?
Publisher's Note: This book contains explicit sexual situations, graphic language, and material that some readers may find objectionable: male/male sexual practices.
To read an excerpt click here.
Blurb:
Fed up of trying to fly under his step family's radar, David sets off to Australia to get away from their constant harassment. Maybe there he can be himself, be free, be with someone who can help him forget about his problems for a while. Meeting Scott, who not only thinks he's sexy but shows him how much over and over again, is perfect. And Scott doesn't care that he's accident prone. Well, David is everything prone; what can go wrong does. And falling in love with someone he nearly kills is about as wrong as it can get.Scott likes his sex uncomplicated, preferably with someone just passing through, but his family want him to settle down with some nice young man. To get away from their meddling he heads to Bondi Beach. That's where he meets David, a man who just pushes his buttons, and the fact that he's looking for the same thing Scott is, makes him ideal. However, he falls in love with David--sassy attitude, accidents, and adorable accent included. But how is Scott going to persuade David to stay with him, especially as David's seriously upset about nearly getting him killed?
Publisher's Note: This book contains explicit sexual situations, graphic language, and material that some readers may find objectionable: male/male sexual practices.
To read an excerpt click here.
July 19, 2012
Murphy's Law Cover Art
I've just got the cover art for Murphy's Law: Guess who's who?
Here's a hint. David is from England, Scott is an Aussie.
Here's a hint. David is from England, Scott is an Aussie.
July 14, 2012
Bringing Him Home is going into PRINT!
Bringing Him Home is going into PRINT! You can pre-order over at Amazon. It's only $10.99, so go and order a copy now. Yes, in PRINT!
Jared Hall was a soon to be ex truck driver who had given up on ever finding true happiness. What he wanted wasn’t out there so what was the point in looking? And even if by some fluke he could find a man to love, how the hell was he supposed to bring him home?
Kyle Swanson had no particular place to be. He’d given up his old life; living in the fast lane no longer appealed. But being alone was not all it was cracked up to be, either. So he was looking to find someone, looking to find love, looking for a place to call home.
When these two men meet the sexual tension is so hot they can't help but want to explore it further, but when Kyle finds out where Jared lives, that's where it all goes wrong.
Jared Hall was a soon to be ex truck driver who had given up on ever finding true happiness. What he wanted wasn’t out there so what was the point in looking? And even if by some fluke he could find a man to love, how the hell was he supposed to bring him home?Kyle Swanson had no particular place to be. He’d given up his old life; living in the fast lane no longer appealed. But being alone was not all it was cracked up to be, either. So he was looking to find someone, looking to find love, looking for a place to call home.
When these two men meet the sexual tension is so hot they can't help but want to explore it further, but when Kyle finds out where Jared lives, that's where it all goes wrong.
May 26, 2012
Murphy's Law has been Contracted!
Yay! Murphy's Law has been contracted by Loose-Id. I've been doing the happy dance, and I've been told it's scheduled for publication sometime in Aug. I'll let you know as we get closer, and of course I'll be showing you the cover as soon as it becomes available. I can't wait for you to read about these guys, and when I get a chance I'll post a teaser.
Oh, I almost forgot. My short story "Jackman" has been posted over on the Goodreads M/M group. Pop on over and read it for FREE!
Oh, I almost forgot. My short story "Jackman" has been posted over on the Goodreads M/M group. Pop on over and read it for FREE!
Choices WINNER!
And the winner is... DarianMoya!
Congratulations. I'll e-mail you with a copy of Choices. I hope you enjoy, and thanks for commenting and contributing to such a worthy cause.
Regards
Penny
Congratulations. I'll e-mail you with a copy of Choices. I hope you enjoy, and thanks for commenting and contributing to such a worthy cause.
Regards
Penny
May 16, 2012
Homophobia
Homophobia is a strange word. It describes strange people. They have a choice to dislike gay people, yet the people they dislike don’t have a choice of being gay.
There could be so much said about the subject, but I’d quite simply like to say one thing: If you’re born gay, you can’t change who you are – you’re not born homophobic, why change?
Post a comment and go in the draw to win my latest release: Choices
May 6, 2012
Murphy's Law is finished!
Finally, Murphy's Law has "The End" attached to it. It took much longer than expected, but I think I've developed two characters that are right for each other.
David is from England. He's lived a pretty awful life being harassed by his step family for being gay, and he's accident prone. Well, he's everything prone and what can go wrong, does go wrong, for him anyway. But needing to get away from it all, he heads to Bondi Beach, Australia. Maybe he can find someone to have uncomplicated, gut wrenching, mind blowing sex with, and forget about his family for a while. Scott is Australian, and his family are okay with him being gay, but they want him to settle down. He's not ready, and needing to get away from their meddling he goes to Bondi Beach for a much needed holiday. That's where he meets David, a man who just pushes his buttons, and the fact that he's looking for the same thing Scott is, makes him the ideal man. Until things start to go wrong. Or is it right?
I've sent it to a publisher, so I'm crossing fingers and toes. I'll let you know if they accept, and then keep you informed of its progress.
David is from England. He's lived a pretty awful life being harassed by his step family for being gay, and he's accident prone. Well, he's everything prone and what can go wrong, does go wrong, for him anyway. But needing to get away from it all, he heads to Bondi Beach, Australia. Maybe he can find someone to have uncomplicated, gut wrenching, mind blowing sex with, and forget about his family for a while. Scott is Australian, and his family are okay with him being gay, but they want him to settle down. He's not ready, and needing to get away from their meddling he goes to Bondi Beach for a much needed holiday. That's where he meets David, a man who just pushes his buttons, and the fact that he's looking for the same thing Scott is, makes him the ideal man. Until things start to go wrong. Or is it right?
I've sent it to a publisher, so I'm crossing fingers and toes. I'll let you know if they accept, and then keep you informed of its progress.
March 3, 2012
New review for Choices
Five Stars! Beautiful Book with Rich Characters, February 26, 2012
By "Sassy" This review was from Amazon I loved this book. It's a wonderful twist on fairy tales and happily thereafter and not because of the two male characters.
It has an intriguing premise: You have a mate or soulmate but you have to soothe them, groom them, convince them. This is not one of those paranormal books where you look at someone and BAM soulmate . . . or you smell someone and because you're a wolf BAM soulmate. This book mirrors, IMHO, real life. Relationships take work and commitment. Even if you know who your soulmate is, there is no telling it will be easy and quick. This is what this book shows so wonderfully well.
The main character Marc is a well-written and easy to love character. He looks in the mirror and learns his soul mate is a man. Marc thinks he's not gay but hasn't really clicked with females, especially sexually. Marc has to choose: pursue or not to pursue.
The pursuit is wonderful. I also loved Liam, the guy who is pursued. Liam doesn't know he wants to be pursued and perhaps needs to be pursued so he resists. Resistance is futile! LOL
I loved the strength in Marc. He wants this relationship but he is not a weak, beggy type of character. He's strong and confident as he pursues Liam. He doesn't back down. He knows what he wants and doesn't hesitate in letting Liam know. I like that there were two strong male characters.
There are two other strong characters in the book, but this book is all about these two men. They are both wonderfully written.
So far this is one of my favorite books. I will read it again. I'll follow this author.
It's beautiful and well written. I've read many books and many I hate how much I paid for them after I finish reading this. This one? Well worth the price.
By "Sassy" This review was from Amazon I loved this book. It's a wonderful twist on fairy tales and happily thereafter and not because of the two male characters.
It has an intriguing premise: You have a mate or soulmate but you have to soothe them, groom them, convince them. This is not one of those paranormal books where you look at someone and BAM soulmate . . . or you smell someone and because you're a wolf BAM soulmate. This book mirrors, IMHO, real life. Relationships take work and commitment. Even if you know who your soulmate is, there is no telling it will be easy and quick. This is what this book shows so wonderfully well.
The main character Marc is a well-written and easy to love character. He looks in the mirror and learns his soul mate is a man. Marc thinks he's not gay but hasn't really clicked with females, especially sexually. Marc has to choose: pursue or not to pursue.
The pursuit is wonderful. I also loved Liam, the guy who is pursued. Liam doesn't know he wants to be pursued and perhaps needs to be pursued so he resists. Resistance is futile! LOL
I loved the strength in Marc. He wants this relationship but he is not a weak, beggy type of character. He's strong and confident as he pursues Liam. He doesn't back down. He knows what he wants and doesn't hesitate in letting Liam know. I like that there were two strong male characters.
There are two other strong characters in the book, but this book is all about these two men. They are both wonderfully written.
So far this is one of my favorite books. I will read it again. I'll follow this author.
It's beautiful and well written. I've read many books and many I hate how much I paid for them after I finish reading this. This one? Well worth the price.
