How I Met My Man
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by Rick R. Reed
Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Suspense/Thriller
Description: How a guy meets his man can happen in a dozen different ways: online, at a bar, through friends, at a masquerade party...or even at the scene of a murder...
The road to love is seldom straight, and for Stephen Embert, that road couldn't possibly be more crooked. First, he arrives home to find an anonymous card in his mailbox that says, "I've been inside your house," then comes the midnight home invasion. But Stephen forgets these disturbing occurrences a month later when he attends a masquerade party and hopes to finally meet Mr. Right. >p? But who is the stranger in black with the disturbing emotionless mask following him? And why does the stranger always get in the way of Stephen hooking up with Jeffrey, the angelic and nearly naked leather hunk, who wants nothing more than to get Stephen alone for some romance?
Appearances are not always what they seem, and discovering true love can sometimes be a matter of life and death...
Genres: Gay / Contemporary / Suspense / Thriller / Series
eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, 2011
eBookwise Release Date: October 2011
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [91 KB]
Reading time: 53-75 min.
"4 STARS!...A solid, skillfully written piece of entertainment of the darker, eerier sort which I really enjoyed."--Feliz, Reviews By Jessewave
"4 HEARTS!...A good story. It kept me on the edge of my seat trying to guess what was going on. It also ends in a strange twist as do most of this author's stories. This is a good read for those who like a mystery that leaves you guessing to almost the very end."--Ana, The Romance Studio
"5 GOLD CROWNS...RECOMMENDED READ!...Rick Reed brings us a wonderful, suspense-filled, thrill ride. Told in Stephen's voice, this story drags you in and takes you along the twists and turns until you think you know what's happening but you really don't. Brilliantly written, and Rick Reed has an amazing way with suspense. This is definitely a must read."--Jaymes, The Readers Roundtable
He was glorious. Perfect. An unrivaled specimen of masculinity almost too beautiful to live. He stood about six two and his body was lean, tightly defined, and covered with satiny olive flesh that begged to be touched, if only you could find yourself worthy. His muscles spoke of quiet strength; they were there, visible, but had none of the pumped-up overkill of a gym rat who spent far too much time working on his body (and perhaps far too much money on steroids). He had a thick shock of black hair sticking up from the top of his head, while the sides and back of his head were shaved close. A silver hoop dangled from one ear. Surveying the party, he revealed eyes so dark the pupils were lost within the irises. I felt as though if I were to tumble into those eyes, I could die happy. His lashes--the only feminine thing about him--were long and thick. His lips full and kissable. His face was chiseled, with a very fetching cleft in the middle of his chin. That touchable skin? It was almost hairless, save for thick, coarse dark hair on his forearms and calves.
And, of course, there was a lovely treasure trail leading down, across his flat stomach, and into the black leather briefs he wore as part of his costume.
His costume was simple and inspired. He wore three things: the black leather bikini briefs, a pair of combat boots, and a plain leather harness to the back of which were attached two small wings--jet black and crafted from feathers.
He looked like an angel--but one that would quickly lead you to Hell. You would not protest.
My heart beat a little faster.