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Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Erotic Romance
Description: Ruthless CEO Quinton Wolfe sets off every alarm on sculptor Max Bowman's warning system. No way is that playboy getting near Max's sister, the newest shareholder in Wolfe's multinational corporation. No matter Quint's charming smile and sexy form, Max won't let his kid sister get taken in by that Lothario. Even if it means Max cuts a deal with Big Bad Wolfe himself. And what a deal! Max becomes Quint's play toy. Good thing Max enjoys it. He'll just play the game until he can turn the tables on the CEO. Or that's the plan. But somehow, even knowing the CEO is a ruthless snake at the core, Max still lets Quint worm his way right into Max's heart. Cutting Quint out of his life is the best thing Max can do. So why does it feel like Max might never be able to breathe again? It doesn't help that Quint's every bit as heartbroken and miserable. So maybe Max's view of Quint was skewed by the media. But can he separate the ruthless CEO from the gentle, caring man who loves him? And can he trust either one? Genres: Gay / Contemporary / The Arts
eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, 2008
eBookwise Release Date: July 2009

138 Reader Ratings:

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [281 KB]
Words: 64240
Reading time: 183-256 min.

"4.5 Stars!...Four characters create an intricate dance and counter-dance of understandings and misunderstandings. The mutual attraction between Max, who is very out, and Quint, who is not out at all, is instant and hot...If you like a complex tale with strongly-drawn characters who don't always do exactly as they should (or as you expect), then you will love The Wolfe Proxy. I did."--Carole, Rainbow Reviews

"4 Nymphs!...A fun and sexy look at what happens after two men find love when they least expect it, and under very strange and unusual circumstances, which were a unique and creative twist. Max is out of the closet and has been for years. Quinton, on the other hand, isn't and until he met Max, never planned to step out. These two men are as different as night and day...The well-written scenes when Max emotionally falls apart after a misunderstanding with Quint are expressively painful and heart wrenching...I liked these guys, and the overall plot was well done, with just enough complexity to keep the story flowing smoothly...All the components needed for an entertaining story that's made for a rainy afternoon read."--Mystical Nymph, Literary Nymphs Reviews

"4 Stars!...I really liked The Wolfe Proxy...It's well constructed...the characters were quite likable. The heat between Max and Quint was evident and the sex between these flawed men was divine. I have given the story 4 stars because I think you will fall in love with everyone and Jenn, Max's sister, turns out to be one kickass businesswoman."--Wave, Reviews By Jessewave

Quint took a step closer to his newest nemesis. "Oh, I can imagine. And you imagine what I'll do with your sister."

Those blue eyes flashed fire. "You so much as look at my sister again, Wolfe, and I swear you'll be on the wrong end of a welder's rig." That muscle in Max's jaw jumped again. "You want her out of your office, fine. I'll make sure she stays out. Just get the hell away from us."

Neanderthal. Did he think physical threats would frighten Quint? Well, pretty Max was very wrong. They didn't. Not the least bit. It only sent a new jolt of rage through Quint. So Max Bowman thought he could possibly come up to Quint's speed? Hardly! Quint would show the insufferable caveman exactly how to play the game of fear, intimidation, and extortion. "Oh, I'll stay away. For a price."

"What price?" Max's eyes narrowed and that solid body tensed. "I told you I'd keep her out of your way. That's plenty." The industrial door rattled open again. "So we have a deal and you can get your over-toned ass the hell off my property."

"I don't think so." Hardball just went granite, boy. In a blink Quint had Max Bowman up against the wall next to the door, a hand to each side of the sculptor's head. It took all Quint had not to kiss that acerbic mouth, but this was business. "You see, Mr. Bowman, I have no choice in the matter of guiding dear Jennifer through the finer points of corporate navigation. I have yet to learn what stipulations dear Great-aunt Elaine made if your sister fails to take an active part in WolfeCorp." By God he'd know by Monday, though. A call to his lawyer on the way home would take care of that. "So you see, I can't accept your offer. But I do have a counterproposal. It's not negotiable. Either you agree to it or I will use every ploy at my disposal to protect my company, even if it means luring dear, sweet Jennifer into my bed and under my thumb."

Quint let out his own smirk, recalling the two artists at the picnic and the very loud vibe he'd gotten. His counteroffer left his knees weak at the prospect. Too bad Bowman wouldn't go for it in a million years.