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Category: Erotica/Exhibitionist-Voyeur Erotica/Gay Fiction
Description: Jacob Freehan has no job, no man, and no motivation. In pain both from ending a long-term abusive relationship and a severe back injury, he escapes to the sunny seaside town of Puerto Morelos for a little yoga, a little R&R, and possibly a place to quietly end his own life.

Pakal is a centuries-old immortal Mayan spirit guide who has been charged with getting Jacob on the path toward healing. Romantic involvement with a spirit charge is strictly forbidden, and it has never been a problem...until now. Pakal sees something special in Jacob, but failure to keep a rapidly growing attraction at bay could result in Jacob losing his life and Pakal being condemned to the Underworld forever...

Genres: Gay / Contemporary / Paranormal / Exhibitionism / Public Places
eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, 2010
eBookwise Release Date: January 2012

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [141 KB]
Words: 29223
Reading time: 83-116 min.

"Ellis Carrington has created an engrossing story with a fresh voice in the genre. A terrific blend of a broken man's touching journey and his sizzling chemistry with his Mayan spirit guide. What these two men are willing to do to be together will keep you captivated until the last page."--Sloan Parker, author of Breathe and More

They were plodding carefully through a large corridor of stalactites and stalagmites that gave the appearance of a giant shark's mouth, when Jacob stepped absently and slipped. Pakal grabbed Jacob from behind, just narrowly preventing him from being impaled on the business end of a sharp, vertically jutting piece of rock. Many a tourist had landed at the nearby clinic for such accidents.

"Shit."

"I warned you to be careful of where you stepped. It's slippery in here." Pakal's breath was heavy, and he was panting right in Jacob's ear. His heart thudded against the thinner man's back. Their bodies vibrated together as if they shared the same skin. They were dangling over a great precipice just then, and for the life of him Pakal was too caught up in the thrill to truly care about the consequences. He tightened his grip around Jacob's naked waist and his light slipped from his fingers into the water. It was stupid. It was dangerous.

It was too late.

The thought was interesting, but fleeting, as Pakal's hand dipped inside of Jacob's loose, surfer-style swim shorts.

"Holy, Jesus. What are you doing?" The words held a note of obligatory protest, but even as he said them Jacob's ass pushed into Pakal's crotch, and his forearm and head came to rest against the curve of the cave wall. Both men breathed heavily, totally in sync.

"Keep it down," Pakal whispered. Gods, Jacob's cock was smooth. Deliciously soft and hard at the same time. "You're so tense. I'm helping you to loosen up."

Jacob's breath hitched. "Someone could come by here any minute." Yet even as he said it, Jacob's hard length fucked faster into Pakal's wet fist.