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by Devon Rhodes
Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Gay Fiction
Description: When layoffs hit Jim LaRue's company, his first concern isn't for his own job, it's for his friend and co-worker, Tommy Graves. Tommy's coming off a bad year, finally made better by the purchase of a new house. Losing his job would mean losing the house, however, and his newfound lease on life. Jim can't let that happen to the man he's secretly come to love, so he proposes a swap to his boss--forfeit his own job to save Tommy's.
Now suddenly out of work, Jim reluctantly accepts a job helping Tommy remodel his house. Having the work is great, but it also chafes Jim's pride to be employed by his friend, and creates one of several obstacles in their budding romance.
Can Jim and Tommy get past their differences and finally make this swap work in their favor?
Genres: Gay / Contemporary
eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, 2010
eBookwise Release Date: June 2011
7 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [97 KB]
Reading time: 56-78 min.
"4.5 Stars!...A well-written short story with a clever plot populated by fun and realistic characters...Has a nice pace to it and doesn't feel rushed...If you're looking for a sweet and sexy romance you should definitely give The Swap a try."--TJ, Reviews By Jessewave
"4.5 Nymphs!...I loved the concept and the characters...and plan to read more books by Devon Rhodes in the future. The fast-paced story is a wonderful addition to the Working Stiffs series."--Scandalous Minx, Literary Nymphs Reviews
Tommy led the way into the living room, taking in the scene before flipping on the lights and turning off the television.
"I was watching that, you know," Jim complained.
Without a response, Tommy disappeared into the kitchen and returned with two opened bottles of beer. "I ordered before I came. Pizza's on its way," he informed Jim as he settled on the couch. On Jim's cushion.
Damn it to hell.
Grumbling as he made do with the middle of the couch, Jim glared at the man. "I don't need your damn sympathy or your pizza. I just want to chill out. Alone."
"You've got to eat," Tommy reasoned, maddeningly sure of his welcome. At least most of him was. The smallest of signs, a clenching jaw, gave him away. Jim could almost see the stranglehold Tommy had on his responses.
Lips curving slyly as the possibilities ran through his head, Jim decided on silence as the first means of torture.
The minutes ticked by as they both drank their beer, and Jim began to frown. Tommy should be talking up a storm by now. About to burst, wondering who was torturing whom, Jim decided on another tactic; he sighed loudly.
Peering at Tommy when the expected question didn't come, irritated as hell that the usual methods of getting Tommy going weren't working, Jim pulled out the big guns.
"So what was that kiss today all about?"
Bingo. Tommy tensed from his head to his toes, his mouth opening to speak. But before the payoff, there was another knock at the fucking door. God, between the phones and the door, Jim's apartment had suddenly turned into Grand Central Station.
Tommy popped up and hurried to the door, returning with two pizza boxes and a sack balanced on top.
His stomach, not caring one whit for subtlety or angst, chose that moment to growl. Loudly.
That super-star smile stretched Tommy's face. "Should I just set it down and back away?"
"Just get us another beer."