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by Shawn Lane
Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Gay Fiction
Description: Jay Anderson lives next door to the ruggedly handsome man of his dreams, detective Drake Hanover. He wishes their friendship could turn into more, but there's a problem--Drake's ex-boyfriend, who has a habit of calling Drake after his breakups. After Drake once again caters to the whims of his ex, Jay about gives up hope that Drake will ever see him as anything but the sweet, young twink next door.
Drake, however, does notice the sexy Jay--who wouldn't?--but the decade age difference between them and his needy ex keep him from thinking he could ever be more than Jay's friend.
When his ex's behavior gets to be too much, and the selfish man manages to hurt Jay, Drake realizes his feelings for Jay go far beyond friendship. Now if he could just convince Jay before the young man becomes his ex-neighbor.
Genres: Gay / Contemporary / Series
eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, 2012
eBookwise Release Date: June 2012
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [95 KB]
Reading time: 56-78 min.
Drake nearly choked on a sip of wine. He blinked a few times. "You didn't seriously consider porn, did you?"
Jay shrugged, reddening a little. "For a little bit. There's a site in Europe that has lots of hot young guys doing pretty much everything. And the idea of being paid for sex was sort of interesting."
Clenching his teeth, Drake took a moment to think why the idea of Jay involved in porn bothered him so much. He knew of the site Jay referenced. Jay was the perfect type for that site, as a matter of fact. But Jay engaging in mass orgies for the camera made him uneasy.
"Well, glad you didn't get involved in that," Drake said, neutrally. "What about the commercials? What happened with your boyfriend?"
Jay downed the rest of his glass of wine and gestured to Drake's with a flick of his head. "Want some more?"
Jay stood and grabbed Drake's glass on his way by to the kitchen. Drake followed him inside to check on the appetizers in the oven.
"What happened was," Jay said, pouring wine into each of their glasses, "he abused me. Used to beat the crap out of me. My family finally got me away from him."
"Fuck. I hope you reported the bastard to the police."
"I did, but they didn't do much. They acted like I was crazy complaining my boyfriend beat me. He never touched my face, saying that's why he was with me, but he'd beat me other places where it was easier to hide."
The idea of someone doing that to Jay enraged Drake. Made him want to punch something.