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by KC Kendricks
Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Romance
Description: Asher Myles struggled to put his life back together after an identity thief striped him of everything but his talent for capturing light and shadow with a camera lens. With a new job and a new start, Asher's on his way to Montana--and a meeting with the man he's fantasized about since he first saw him on the silver screen.
Nick Light, actor, director, and Hollywood royalty, doesn't like paparazzi. When he agrees to have his Montana ranch photographed for a style magazine, the unexpected happens--he falls for the man with the camera. Nick's secret comes out when he realizes Asher is also gay.
If there's one thing Nick can't resist, it's a man with a talent for seducing light...
Genres: Gay / Contemporary / The Arts
eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, 2009
eBookwise Release Date: December 2009
37 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [175 KB]
Reading time: 111-156 min.
"4.5 Nymphs!...KC Kendricks has done a wonderful job with this story...The story has a nice pace, a good plot, and erotic scenes that gravitate from teeth rattling intensity to slow sensual lovemaking....A delightful read and I want to see more from Ms. Kendricks in the near future."--Scandalous Minx, Literary Nymphs Reviews
"...An emotional tsunami that takes you to such incredible places; from tender moments to heart-breaking misery as well as red hot encounters. Asher Myles and Nick Light are complete opposites--their personalities clash, they have vastly different backgrounds and social standings yet together they are magic. Author KC Kendricks gives us an intriguing Hollywood setting with interesting careers and the supposed necessity of living in the closet...Takes readers on a wonderful ride...Offers something special--total entertainment, hot passion and much more...A story readers will remember long after the last page is finished."--Lisa, Joyfully Reviewed
The elevator doors whisked open and I had to move fast to keep up with him. He had his keys out of his pocket, unlocking the pickup with the remote. I bypassed the running board and jumped up into the seat. He engaged the locks as soon as the doors closed. Nick turned to me. "Asher, I'm sorry. I acted like a total asshole."
"Yeah, you did. Now move on."
His hand gripped my knee. "Just like that?"
I shrugged. "You want some queen scene, go piss on someone else. Does this thing have air conditioning?"
Nick stuck his keys in the slot and turned the switch, bringing the smooth-running engine to life. Hot air blasted out the vents, quickly moderating. Desperate to cool down, I undid a few buttons and held my shirt open to catch the artificial breeze. He wasn't ready to let it go yet.
"You have every right to be angry at me."
"Who says I'm not? I am, and no apology in the world is enough. So just fucking move on, Nick."
He glared at me. "I don't know what to do with that, man. I don't know what to do about you, either."
My heart started beating in a strange, uneven rhythm. He leaned toward me, shoulders and palms open. He looked worried, but earnest. Years of sizing up other men based on their body language told me he was being honest with me.
I remembered his heat as I went into him, his strong thighs gripping my sides. That memory trapped me, held me there throughout my days and nights, but I'd sooner have my jailor than his.
His closet door didn't just protect his Hollywood career...it held him hostage. All his money couldn't free him.
What did he want with me? And I knew--I knew--he wanted me. I wouldn't fit in his rich man's world so where did that leave him? Or me?
Hell, I wasn't even sure what I wanted with him. I moved in different circles. Poorer circles. People in my world worked nine-to-five jobs with paychecks barely stretching one Friday to the next, and didn't give a fuck what the world thought about them.
It was better to forget we'd ever put our hands on each other. We should chalk it up to a moment of foolishness or gross stupidity.
Only, I couldn't rid myself of the memory of him beneath me. At night, in my solitary bed, I could still feel his body so tightly around mine. When I slept, his eyes were there, always waiting for me, his gaze full of desire, hope and wariness.
What did I want, and how far could I push him to get it?
The pickup protected our lower bodies from anyone with a camera. I reached out, laid my hand on his thigh, and slid it up to cup his balls. He stared at me with the witchy look he always gave me in my dreams.
"Just so you know, Nick, there's no halfway with me. It's all in, balls out, or nothing."
He took a deep, ragged breath, and kissed me.