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by Jane Davitt
Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Romance
Description: When Ben Adler gives in and makes his young daughter's wish come true, making a movie out of a TV show he used to produce, he knows he's going to have big problems. One of the leads from the original is a big star now, but the other's vanished into obscurity, leading a life far from the glitz and glamour of Hollywood. Not to mention that Ben can still remember how the two actors' scorching off-screen romance went up in flames. Undeterred, Ben goes forward with the project, recruiting Ash and Lee by dangling very attractive carrots before them. The cameras start to roll, but the main action takes place off set. It's never easy to work with an old flame, or to handle the renewed feelings that are bound to come out. As two men who could never get enough of each other deal with a rekindled attraction, they discover that when it comes to love, there's always time for a retake.
eBook Publisher: Torquere Press/Top Shelf, 2010 www.torquerepress.com
eBookwise Release Date: February 2011
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [317 KB]
Reading time: 201-281 min.
Hangovers were hell, Ben Adler decided fuzzily, not for the first time that month, or hell, even that week. His body was protesting the excesses of the night before with as much force as his third wife had used when faced with the words, "No, it costs too much." The question on what was left of his mind was had he been too drunk to bring a glass of water to bed with him, because if ever a man had needed hydration, it was him.
What the fuck had he been thinking, drinking those frou-frou cocktails loaded with God knows what? And he remembered champagne, as well, two, maybe three bottles brought to the table...yeah, that overpriced piss-with-bubbles never suited him.
"Should've stayed with bourbon," he said aloud, the croaked words booming in his head, hammering blows.
There was a glass of water beside the bed. Halle-fucking-luiah. It only had about an inch of water in it -- not so good. Ben dimly recalled reaching for it in the middle of the night and gulping thirstily. He drained it and missed the bedside table when he tried to put the glass back. It hit the carpeted floor, but didn't break. Pity; he could've used a shard to slit his wrists and end his pain.
Shit, shit, shit.
He moaned piteously for help from someone, anyone, but he'd gone to bed alone and virtue wasn't its own reward today. If he'd had a wannabe star between the sheets, she could've wiggled her toned, tanned ass in the direction of a faucet and been useful for the first time in her life.
Ben swallowed through the thick, sticky dryness surrounding his swollen tongue -- how could it be sticky and dry? Didn't seem fair -- and fantasized about water, clear, cool, life-giving water, to soothe the headache threatening to make his sandy, hot eyeballs explode, an image that made his uneasy stomach roil.
Great. Now he wanted to take a fucking leak. He tried getting out of bed, but the room spun wildly and the contents of his stomach attempted to revisit the outside world through the wrong orifice. Ben lay back down. He'd just had this room redone. No way was he puking over 400-thread count Egyptian cotton sheets or wall-to-wall carpet in ivory wool.
The bedroom door opened, and Ben turned his head a fraction of an inch. "Don't turn on the --" His scream as a switch was flicked, flooding the room with an intense, nova-like burst of light, emerged as a strangled whoop, but the sadist sighed impatiently and the light was turned off.
"Daddy, are you drunk again?"
"Not drunk," Ben whispered to the one person in the world he loved without reservation beside himself even if she had blinded him. "Hungover. That comes after being drunk, sweetie."
"According to statistics, many motorists going to work in the morning are still legally drunk," Samantha told him, with a quiver of sadness in her voice for the misguided souls.
For an eleven-year-old, she knew a lot that Ben wished she didn't.
"Sweetie, I need water. Aspirin. More water. Be a doll and bring me some, huh?"