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Personal Best II [A Going for the Gold Novel]
by Sean Michael
Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Romance
Description: Swimmer Mike Gauliet and coach Jessy Turner are back in this second book in the Personal Best series! Mike is moving up in the elite ranks of the American swim team, despite his repetitive stress injuries. He's hiding his pain from Jessy, not wanting to give in to it or let his coach down, and by the time he gets treatment, it's almost too late. Jessy helps Mike recover, both in an out of bed, and their need for each other grows as quickly as Mike's career. They're scorching hot and ready to go to the top competitions when another injury forces Mike to the sidelines. Jessy thinks this one is no accident, and Mike has to work hard to recover the lost ground. Jessy takes Mike away from the hustle and bustle of the training center, living on the coast while the two of them struggle with adversity. Mike gets back into competition form and his success is also Jessy's. Can they keep everything together and keep their relationship from getting in the way of Mike's Personal Best?
eBook Publisher: Torquere Press/Top Shelf, 2007 http://www.torquerepress.com
eBookwise Release Date: January 2007
 
112 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [219 KB]
Words: 49802
Reading time: 142-199 min.
Jacket around his shoulders, Mike turned up his music, Trent Reznor screaming in his headphones. He kept his eyes closed, lost himself in his music, in the beat and in the growl of the guitars. Nothing mattered right now. Not the meet. Not the crowd. Not the heat or the water or the competition. It was just him and music and being loose, being ready, being relaxed, just like Coach had taught him. Breathing and music, and that was it. Large, warm hands landed on his shoulders, massaging. Mike leaned his head forward. Four races this morning, and his times were good. Better than good, maybe. Better enough that people were starting to notice, starting to talk. "Stop thinking, Mike." The low growl penetrated the music. "Huh?" God, how did the man know? "Sorry, Coach." "Just forget about the big picture, kid. Stay in your body. Stay in the water and swim your race. Everything else'll still be there when you hit that wall." He nodded. That's right. Him and the water and the wall. That was it. "That's it. Nice and loose." Coach's hands worked their magic, making sure there wasn't an ounce of tension in him. The bell rang and he stood, stripped off his jacket and baggy shorts, handing his CD player back without looking. He was in lane four, his favorite lane. "Going to win all four, Coach, and you're taking me for steak." "The wall, kid. Focus on the wall." "You know it." He looked back at his coach, nodded. The man was a hardass, but what he wouldn't give for the growly son of a bitch. "I'm up." Mike settled his goggles and stepped onto the starting block. Four hundred meter freestyle. Let's go. The buzzer sounded and he was off, slicing through the water, focusing on the wall. * * * *
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