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Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Gay Fiction
Description: On holiday in the Austrian Lakes, Simon Lavoisier, an attorney from Britain, tells himself he's just looking for a little holiday fling to spice up his apple strudel. But he's never been good at keeping things casual, and it's not long before he finds himself falling for Matt, the handsome waiter at the Königshof Hotel with whom he's been passionately dallying. Matt, on the other hand, has learned the hard way the dangers of getting in too deep.

When secrets and lies from both men's pasts come to the fore, it's anyone's guess as to whether this fledgling romance will hit the peaks--or sink without trace beneath the icy waters of Lake Wolfgang...

Genres: Gay / Contemporary / Romantic Comedy / Series
eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, 2010
eBookwise Release Date: December 2011

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [120 KB]
Words: 25837
Reading time: 73-103 min.

"5 HEARTS!...Ms. Merrow has put a wonderful story together for us. I loved it! Simon and Matt were so sweet together. I was actually rooting for them the whole story. Herr Meissner was so intense on his own and I loved his addition to the story and the plot. I would love to read more of Ms. Merrow's work!"--Teresa T., The Romance Studio

"Fish?" Simon looked down nervously, but the lake water wasn't clear enough to make out anything about to nibble at his toes or, indeed, any other parts of his anatomy. Although some parts were probably quite safe, having retreated inside his body at the shock of the Arctic water.

"Yeah, they like to hang about the landing stage ... don't know why. Feels a bit weird when they rub up against your ankles."

Shivering, Simon decided to swim out a little from the jetty. The exercise would warm him up. He was relieved to discover a pocket of warmer water and basked there a moment.

Matt didn't follow. "Not scared of a few fish, are you?" he teased, a sun-kissed blur in Simon's uncorrected vision. "They won't hurt you, you know." He swam along the shadowy edge of the dock toward the bank.

Simon joined him. "Are you sure they won't bite--ah!" He started as something cold and slippery brushed intimately against his thigh. "Where are they? I can't even see them. Good Lord, there are hundreds of them!" His eyes, good enough at such short distances, had at last adjusted to the shadow, and he stared in amazement at what must be a fisherman's wet dream. His initial estimate of their number might have been an exaggeration, but not by much. The fish, which ranged in size from about six inches to over a foot long, seemed oblivious to his presence. Simon jumped as he felt something rather warmer brush up against him.

It was Matt.

"I keep thinking I should bring a net down here one day," he said in Simon's ear. "Could feed the whole hotel for five minutes' work." Matt held onto the jetty with one hand, while the other slipped around Simon's waist. When he pulled their bodies tighter together, Simon could feel a hard length pressing against his backside. He was fairly certain it wasn't a fish.