Clay's Challenge [Postcards From Paradise]
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by Cassandra Gold
Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Gay Fiction
Description: Sometimes you have to get lost to find yourself...
Tired of being judged by his appearance, Clay Pennington decides the time has come for drastic action. Partying and one-night stands have gotten old, but how's a boy supposed to find someone when nobody looks beyond his surface to the man inside? A wilderness retreat seems like just the ticket for proving he's more than everyone else believes--until he actually gets there.
Everything is a lot more difficult than he expected, including the man he's partnered with for the week. Sexy, surly Trent Raines is a puzzle Clay would love to solve, but the man pushes him away at every turn. Totally out of his element and stuck with a survival partner who barely tolerates him, it's not long before Clay starts to wonder if he's made a huge mistake.
If Clay can get through the week, he just might find himself...and a whole lot more...
Genres: Gay / Contemporary / Series
eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, 2010
eBookwise Release Date: January 2012
8 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [163 KB]
Reading time: 103-145 min.
He glanced around, hoping to see someone else who needed a partner. The only singles he noticed were in his own cabin group.
A few feet away, one of the younger Blumes whined, "It's not fair. I was supposed to go with Dad."
"Oh, shut up," the other son muttered. "I won the draw fair and square."
The first one wasn't finished. He cast a narrow-eyed glare around him and crossed his arms. "Well, I'm not getting stuck with that little fag."
Clay sucked in a breath. That little fag. Me. The other man couldn't be referring to anyone else. Heat flooded his face. What was he doing? He'd dyed his hair back to his natural color and dressed as plainly as he could. He'd tried to act like everyone else. All for nothing. He was still a fem little fag. A fem little fag that tried too hard, and cared too much, and everyone knew it. Tears of humiliation prickled behind his eyes, but he refused to let them fall. He would not show his hurt in front of all these judgmental people.
Whichever Blume had spoken turned to Trent and offered an ingratiating grin. "Hey, man, want to be my partner?"
The stare Trent leveled at the man could have frozen a volcano. He crossed his muscular arms over his chest and shook his head. "No. I'd rather have the little fag than the big asshole."
Clay's mouth fell open. Trent had defended him. Sort of. But why? The man didn't even like him. He'd acted like Clay had the plague the couple of times he'd tried to speak to him. Before Clay could turn the thought over in his mind enough times to make sense of it, Trent was standing beside Clay.
He didn't smile. His gray eyes remained narrowed and glacial, although that could have been directed at Blume. "Partners?"