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Dead Man's Curve
by Vivien Dean
Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Romance
Description: Obsession brings them together. Now they risk losing everything if they can't let it go... Playwright Spencer Szabo channeled his obsession with the mysterious death of Kip Palmer, a C-list 1950's actor, by writing a play about him, a show he's been repeatedly told is unmarketable. Then hotshot director Mick Darby returns to New York with the burning desire to put Dead Man's Curve onstage where it belongs. Spencer's never met anyone so driven or determined before, but it's more than the level of professional respect the men seem to share that compels Spencer to agree. Something about Mick draws Spencer to him, something he can't quite put his finger on. It might be the intense physical attraction. It might be the easy friendship that starts almost as soon as they meet. Or it might be something entirely different... Genres: Gay / Contemporary / The Arts
eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, 2010
eBookwise Release Date: July 2010
 
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [179 KB]
Words: 39578
Reading time: 113-158 min.
He didn't want to think of Spencer going down. He was too smart, too talented, too driven to travel that path. Mick silently vowed to do everything in his power to prevent it from happening, and ignored any implications as to why he felt that way in the first place.
"Be grateful," he said. "Sometimes, good things happen to good people for no other reason than luck. I'm not questioning how lucky I am Octavia thought of me when she read your script. We should just accept that, for once, the stars aligned themselves up perfectly for a change, and aimed us at each other until our lives colliding was the only remaining option."
All his little speech did was focus Spencer even more on him. Heat welled in the other man's eyes, glowing bright in the obsidian depths until Mick's flesh was forced to respond. He'd thought Spencer attractive from the start, but when Spencer looked at him like that, like nothing else in the world existed but Mick, the game changed. His nerves came alive. The urge to reach out and do more than touch swelled to almost overwhelming proportions. His traitorous cock forgot his personal credo never to get involved with someone in a current project, regardless of how many hours they spent together or how close they might get. He didn't need to sit in this man's house, eat this man's food, with a raging hard-on he refused to do anything about, even if he thought Spencer might actually be interested. Spencer deserved more respect than that.
Too bad it was all lip service. Rational thought meant absolutely nothing under that penetrating gaze.
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