Author Friends: Jeanne St. James

Are you a panster or a plotter?

Pantser. I want my characters to surprise me.

Do you believe in Writer’s Block? If so, how do you kick its arse?

Yes. I rarely have it. But reading a book is the best way to get my creative juices flowing.

What book is your comfort read on a bad day? The one you go back to reread over and over. 

 I don’t have any that I reread. I have too many good books on my TBR list to go back and reread any.

Describe your perfect writing space: 

 On a balcony overlooking the Caribbean Sea in a comfortable chair.

 Do you write your title first or story first?

It just depends on the story. I’ve done it both ways.

Tempting Him (An Obsessed Novella)

 

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Blurb: 

It’s not just a love story, it’s an obsession…

Skylar:            

Every time my neighbor jogs past my house, I do my best to tempt him. Washing my car, watering my lawn, doing yoga in the grass with all my assets in the air. I’m not sure if he notices me, but I sure can’t miss him.

Then one day he falls… into my arms and into my bed. Surprisingly, we’re better matched than I would’ve expected. But when he reveals who he is, my world comes crashing down around me because if he finds out my secret we’re finished before we’ve even begun.

Cade:

Three days a week, I put myself through hell by jogging through my neighborhood. I suffer through it simply to catch a glimpse of a woman I don’t know. Every time I pass her house she’s outside tempting me. Until one day I fall… over my feet, over my heart, over this woman and into her arms.

I know nothing about her, but I want to discover everything. Even her deepest, darkest secrets. However, little does she know, I have one, too. One that may sever the tie that binds us.

Excerpt:

Chapter One

Skylar:

 

I watch as sweat drips one bead at a time onto my over-priced yoga mat. The sun is so freaking hot and here I am, like an idiot out in my yard, bent over in the downward facing dog pose for the past million years. Okay, not years… maybe more like a million seconds. But my body has decided it hates me (nothing new) and is cramping while my head spins. Even better, my over-priced yoga pants have clawed their way up my crack (as well as one other place). And still…

No neighbor.

What the hell?

Despite my eyeballs’ attempt at bulging out of their sockets, I peek at my sports watch. He should’ve been by here two-point-five minutes ago.

Shit.

The man is usually like clockwork, jogging by my house on Monday, Wednesday and Friday afternoons every week. For the most part, anyway. Though, thunderstorms seem to discourage him from his cardio. (Not sure why.)

On those days, I would be willing to recommend another type of cardio to get his heart pumping. And maybe get his hips pumping, too.

Anyway… look at me! Doing yoga on my front lawn, on the uneven grass, waiting like a desperate woman. (I’m not, really, I promise! It just looks that way.)

But, damn, the man is fine and when he jogs past shirtless, he’s shiny with sweat, which makes me want to drag him inside and give him a sponge bath with my tongue.

My thighs start shaking as I peek between my spread legs, because, of course, my ass has to be facing the street. I want him to get a good look at what I’m offering.

I may even wiggle it a little when he jogs by.

That is if I don’t pass out into a heap first.

I sigh.

Then sigh again a little louder just for good measure.

Maybe it would be easier if I just took up jogging. Wear one of those sexy sports bras, put my hair up in a cute little pony tail, plaster a smile on my face and follow him around the block at a perky pace.

I’ll die first.

****

Cade:

Why I ever started this shit, I’ll never know. No, I lie. I know. I thought, “Cade, dude, wouldn’t it be great to up your cardio game and start running?”

I answered myself with, “Yeah, man, that would be great and fun, too!” And then maybe I won’t get so winded when I play basketball with the guys. I’ll have more endurance, I’ll look and feel younger, and…

Fuck that.

Running sucks. And I don’t even think what I do can be considered as running. No, it’s more of a jog. Or a lope. Or trotting like a donkey with a lame hoof.

Inhell. Exhell.

My chest burns, my leg muscles spasm, my balls feel like they’re floating in a puddle of sweat, and the crack of my ass…

I’m not even going there. (Trust me, you don’t want to, either.)

So, why don’t I just stop the torture? (Good question!)

I’ve asked myself that for the past month.

And the answer has always been…

Her.

I sacrifice three days a week just to see a woman I don’t know.

Not sure why, but she always seems to be outside at the same time of the day. For that reason, I make sure that’s when I go running (jogging, trotting, limping) by.

Am I crazy to torture myself because I find someone attractive and I’d like to get her attention?

Eh. Maybe.

Why don’t I just knock on her door and ask her out? (Another good question.)

Maybe I want to impress her with my physique and athletic prowess.

But honestly, something has to give and it has to be soon. Because this running shit sucks balls and I’d rather stick razor blades under my fingernails.

At least my slow trot is the right speed to observe her without being creepy. Walking would be too slow and obvious. Driving too quick and useless, not to mention dangerous when she’s clearly a distraction.

And, of course, my pace always allows me enough time to enjoy the show she gives me.

On Wednesday, she was out washing her car, her top soaked, her nipples pushing through the thin fabric of her shirt, and when she bent over to scrub the hood of said car, my boner just about popped out of my shorts. You know, those little nylon running shorts. The ones with the mesh liner, clearly not made for sexual arousal.

But I digress.

The week before, she was out watering her lawn. And, once again, her top was wetter than her grass.

Here’s the thing, the entire neighborhood has built-in sprinklers.

Maybe hers are broken.

It’s possible.

I grunt as I turn the corner and try to push myself a little faster since I’m off my game today. I’m later than normal, and I want my running to look as effortless as possible. It needs to look as though I’ve got my shit together and I’m not secretly suffering.

My eyes swing to the left as I jog. She’s the fourth house up. The brick ranch home with the two-car garage.

Two houses to go yet.

One house.

My eyes widen as I see her ass in tight black yoga pants in the air. My step stutters but I can’t stop my momentum.

My mouth becomes an O, partly because I’m falling over my own two feet, the other because she’s dropped to her knees and is now arching backwards grabbing onto her heels, her generous tits straining against her top.

Last thing I see is her blinking upside down at me as her head hangs down her back.

Suddenly, I’m staring at nothing but pavement (and my loss of manhood). The little bit of oxygen I had sucked into my lungs is now gone.

Then, what seems like seconds later, bare, cute, red painted toes come into view.

I want to just die.

About the Author:

JEANNE ST. JAMES is a USA Today bestselling erotic romance author who loves an alpha male (or two). She was only thirteen when she started writing. Her first paid published piece was an erotic story in Playgirl magazine. Her first erotic romance novel, Banged Up, was published in 2009. She is happily owned by farting French bulldogs. She writes M/F, M/M, and M/M/F ménages. Want to read a sample of her work? Download a sampler book here: BookHip.com/MTQQKK

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Author Friends: Sheri Velarde

Blurb:

A handsome deputy who’s not looking to settle down.
A mysterious woman who’s on the run.

When Deputy Henri Gunther realizes there’s so much more to waitress Jenna Trippleton, his simple small-town life explodes right open. With her safety and freedom at stake, Jenna must decide whether she can put her trust in the one man who’s promised to protect her.

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Meet the Character: Jenna Trippleton from A Whole New Life by Sheri Velarde

Hi, my name is Jenna Trippleton. Well, that’s not real name but that’s all that you are going to get out of me. When I left my old life behind, men and love were the last thing on my mind. I wanted a small town life, no excitement, no commitment, no one getting too close to me. Of course I had no idea about the town hunk of Pella back then, the one and only Deputy Henri Gunther. Sure I knew he was hot the first time that I laid eyes on him. Everyone can see that. I tried my hardest to resist his charm, but damn that man can be persistent. Soon I saw past those blue eyes and dimples, soon I saw the perfectly imperfect man behind the façade that he showed the world. What’s worse is he broke down my own walls and defenses, leaving me vulnerable. I should have ran right then and there, but can you really run for love if it comes knocking?

I guess that you can say the story of how Henri and I fell in love is quite thrilling, full of ups and downs and probably a bit more intrigue than the usual romance. Want to read more about it? It was chronicled in A Whole New Life by Sheri Velarde.

 

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Author Friends: Jody Kaye

Are you a panster or a plotter?
I was a pantster. My last 2 (and next) releases all center around one specific event, so I’ve had to become plotter to make sure that a large group of characters are doing the right things at the right time.
 
Do you believe in Writer’s Block? If so, how do you kick its arse?
Nope. Sometimes I need to monotony of chores to think through things. If that doesn’t work I attack from a different angle; interviewing characters to see what they think would happen, writing a scene from when a character was growing up that affected them, pretending to be a fly on the wall while characters are discussing one another’s flaws, etc… Many times the content winds up being reusable, not only in the current story, but spurring ideas for others or blog posts and bonus scenes.
 
What book is your comfort read on a bad day? The one you go back to reread over and over.
It’s Lover Enshrined by the Warden. I probably shouldn’t admit this, but my copy is fraught with errors and it reminds me that even the greats are human.

Describe your perfect writing space:
Lots of sunshine! My office windows look out on greenspace and I love taking my iPad & keyboard out to the back porch and listening to the birds while writing.
 
Do you write your title first or story first?
Story. The titles generally wind up being whatever I’ve saved the draft document as. That’s why (so far) they’re all a single word or name.
 
And lastly, write a one or two paragraph flash fiction inspired by the last photo or text you got on your phone:

Bringing the tabby back to my apartment was close to the stupidest decision that I’ve made. The cat had snuggled into me in the alley, seeking affection. The camaraderie pulled at my lonely heartstrings, already taught and ready to break. Happily making itself at home, the ungrateful feline darted into a cave-like space of my bookcase, taking its claws to my dog-eared copy of Harry Potter. It shredded the dust jacket and stretched, knocking everything else down. When I tried to rearrange my mementos, the ungrateful houseguest sat itself on the open pages of my favorite book…and they started glowing.


Bio:
Jody’s husband asked what she’d been doing all day. After five years she finally confessed, “When no one is around, I write.”

Okay, It was more like trying to get out of saying a thing. Jody’s a writer. You want it pretty. Let’s compromise.

“Just finish one,” he said, challenging her to complete a story and share it. Little did he know that those words of encouragement meant they’d return from a family vacation with a wild and defiant set of quintuplets stumbling their way into adulthood. Wasn’t raising their three sons enough?

A native of nowhere, Jody settled in New England for 17 years before agreeing to uproot her brood of boys and move to North Carolina. She spends most of her time reading, writing, and hoping that her ravenous children haven’t managed to eat all the ingredients before she cooks dinner.

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Author Friends: Skye McNeil

Are you a panster or a plotter?
I’m a bit of both. Initially, I like to plot the story, but I don’t always follow the plot as I write.
 
Do you believe in Writer’s Block? If so, how do you kick its arse?
Yes, I do believe Writer’s Block is real and it happens to us all! One of the best ways I get through Block is to watch sappy romance movies. Generally, it’s the ones on Hallmark Channel that motivate me to get back into action because they drive me insane. I also like to read other genres and new authors to help get out of my own head.
 
What book is your comfort read on a bad day? The one you go back to reread over and over.
I don’t think I have just one book I go back to. My bookshelves at home are filled with books from my high school days and I tend to steer towards them when I’ve had a bad day. I really don’t know why since they’re not genres I read anymore.
 
Describe your perfect writing space:
I prefer to write somewhere comfortable with quiet music in the background. Generally, it’s country that I write to because if it’s another genre, I tend to sing along too much.
 
Do you write your title first or story first?
I’ve done both over the years. Usually, the title comes to me after I’ve written down my initial idea. I like to weave the title into my book if possible, so it has to be an easy one. 
 
And lastly, write a one or two paragraph flash fiction inspired by the last photo or text you got on your phone: 
“I’ll be there to sign soon.”
That was the last message he sent me before the car accident. Now, he’s comatose in the hospital and I’m sitting by his bed. Moisture trickles down my face, but they’re angry tears. He was on his way to the lawyer’s office to sign the divorce papers. I never wanted the divorce, but I didn’t get a say. He was moving on with his life. College sweethearts don’t last. At least, that’s what his new girlfriend made him believe. She’s nowhere to be found either. It’s ironic. I’m the one he doesn’t want, but I’m here listening to the beeping sound of his breathing monitors. I should’ve just signed the damn papers two months ago and none of this would’ve ever happened. Instead, I held onto the hope that Brak would change his mind and want me again. I stare at his muscularly freckled arms and shake my head. But he didn’t.
“Holland, you really should go home,” the nurse says, walking in.
I push his auburn hair off his forehead. “That’s the problem. He is my home.”

A strong hand grips my wrist before I can yank it away. Heart monitors whir out of control and I gasp at the amber eyes staring at me.

“What happened?” Brak asks. His eyes dip to my hand and concern flashes on his face. “And why aren’t you wearing your ring?”
Holy mother of God. I swing my gaze to the nurse’s gaping mouth. “What do you remember?”
Brak licks his lips, maintaining his vice-like grip. “I fell while we were rock climbing.” He glances to the nurse then back to me. “Right?”
Well, this day just got more interesting.
 
Blurb:

No one stays dead long when you’re in the mafia.

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There’s a hit out on Cameron Shearer’s life, his mafia ties dragging him down the path of darkness once more. After a harrowing meeting, he discovers no one ever stays dead when you’re in the mafia. Determined not to lose the only woman he’s loved, Cameron turns to the Del Rossi mob for one last favor. Unfortunately for him, the ending may not be as happy as he once hoped.

Joci Dorous has it all. She’s happy, engaged, and just started her own law firm with her best friend. Everything appears perfect, until she discovers a suspicious trail of money in her business accounts and her once dutiful fiancé suddenly turns as shady as his mob boss. When strangers clash amid mobs, Joci is left to decipher who her heart truly belongs to.

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Author Bio:

Skye McNeil began writing at the age of seventeen and has been lost in a love affair ever since. During the day, she moonlights as a paralegal at a law firm favoring criminal law.

Skye enjoys writing romantic suspense and contemporary romance that leaves readers craving more. Her contemporary and historical novels range from sweet and sassy to steamy and sultry.

Her constant writing companions are two cats and two dogs. When she’s not writing, Skye enjoys spending time with family, photography, volleyball, traveling, and curling up with a cup of coffee and reading.

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Author Friends: MV Ellis

Are you a panster or a plotter?

I’m what I’d describe as a recovering panster. Catching London was produced totally by the seat of my pants – sometimes there were no pants at all, if I’m totally honest! Since then, in the interests of bringing more beautiful words to more readers, more often, I’m on the way to pantsing recovery. For my second book, I plotted, but I can’t truthfully say I stuck to the plot all the time, as this definitely wasn’t the case. Maybe I’ll be more diligent with number three…who knows?

Do you believe in Writer’s Block? If so, how do you kick its arse?

I’ve never personally suffered from Writer’s Block, thankfully, but that doesn’t mean I don’t think it exists. I believe it’s very real for those who suffer from it – though hopefully I’ll never join their ranks. However, on occasion, I’ll find myself a little ‘stuck.’ This might mean I’ve written myself into a corner (that’s where those plans come in handy, if you have them!), or I’ve just run out of energy and/or inspiration for that day, or writing session. For these moments, I’ve found it best to give myself a break in some shape or form. This might be simply moving on to a different scene, chapter, or even project, and returning later with ‘fresh’ eyes. Other times it’s best to change things up completely, and do something entirely different. I might chose another creative pursuit to keep the juices flowing – maybe I’ll watch TV, listen to music, or even read a book. Other times it’s best to switch off completely – hang out with my family, go to the beach, meet a friend for coffee, or even take a nap (this last one almost never happens!). One of the most interesting, but also frustrating things about being a writer is that no two days are ever the same, so the options for how things might pan out are endless…

What book is your comfort read on a bad day? The one you go back to reread over and over.

Unusually, I’m not really one for re-reading books, or re-watching movies. If I read something, it tends to be something I’ve never encountered before.

Describe your perfect writing space:

I currently write at the end of our 3m long kitchen table. This is not a description of my perfect writing space. I have a home office which can currently best be described as a junk room (and that’s being polite). I have minimalist leanings, so I would love a large airy white space with minimal but pretty furniture, and maybe a few stunning black and white photos for inspiration, but not much else. That, or a beach in the Maldives. One can dream…

Do you write your title first or story first?

I write the story first generally, and then the title tends to fall from the narrative, but there are no hard and fast rules.

And lastly, write a one or two paragraph flash fiction inspired by the last photo or text you got on your phone:

Text (excerpt from Catching London): My hair is piled up in a messy bun. Okay, so there’s a fair bit of side boob action happening, but my For Love and Lemons triangle bra is taking care of it pretty well.
Flash Fiction
That doesn’t stop him from looking at me like he’s a starving wolf, and I’m a lamb to the slaughter. It’s a pretty accurate description of what’s going on between us right now. We’re a foregone conclusion. I don’t know when we switched from being an ‘if’ to a ‘when,’ but somewhere along the way it happened, and now we’re on like Donkey Kong. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but soon…
He stalks closer, sweeping another admiring glance over me. His desire blazes in his eyes like the fire of a thousand suns, and is as palpable as if it were a third person in the room between us. Every instinct is telling me to run, to get the hell out of there as fast as my legs will carry me. Despite knowing we have instincts for a very good reason, my brain has decided to pick today to override those instincts and follow my heart, rather than my gut. Actually, I’m not following anything. I’m not moving at all, in fact. I’m rooted to the spot, as solidly as an ancient oak in an undiscovered forest.
Lamb to the slaughter.
Be still my bleating heart.

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Bio

MV ELLIS knows what it’s like to fall head over heels in love with a badass musician. She followed her heart halfway around the world to be with one. She moved from London to Sydney after a steamy holiday romance with a sexy bass player in sultry Brazil.

Twelve years, two children and a dog later, and she’s still smitten. All this with a guy she sat next to on a bus for 36 hours! She has toured internationally as a ‘WAG’, and her experiences inspire her writing.

Ellis’ love of romance began when she was 11 years old, after a summer spent secretly reading her auntie’s books. She’s been a sucker for an alpha hero and strong heroine ever since.

An avid reader, Ellis always knew that she’d write a book of her own one day. She was right about that. Following a career spanning advertising, marketing, and social media, she finally wrote Catching London in 2017.

 

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Author Friends: Leslie McAdam

Are you a panster or a plotter?

Plotter all the way. I tried writing a book once as a pantser. It wasn’t pretty, and I don’t have the patience to rewrite that much. I try to get it as well-written as I can the first time around, which requires a lot of planning.

Do you believe in Writer’s Block? If so, how do you kick its arse?

No. I don’t. Normally the problem is in thinking, not in writing. But since I think while writing, it’s the same thing for me. If I need to write, “I need to write, I need to write, I need to write,” I’ll do that. Sometimes the pump needs priming, so I’ll just write junk until I get the word count down and then I try another day.

What book is your comfort read on a bad day? The one you go back to reread over and over.

Only one? A House Like A Lotus by Madeline L’Engle. Followed closely by anything by Kristen Ashley or R.L. Mathewson.

Describe your perfect writing space:

Not interrupted every minute by my kids.
No, seriously, I can write almost anywhere. Normally, I’m in an ugly, old, pink armchair that has seen better days with a lap desk and my laptop. But I like coffee shops, too. Or the side of the road with a notebook and pencil. 

Do you write your title first or story first?

Nearly always the title. I often construct a story based on the title.

And lastly, write a one or two paragraph flash fiction inspired by the last photo or text you got on your phone:

Well. Just because Facebook kicked him off for nudity didn’t mean it was wrong. His body? One to worship. Lean, sinewy muscles backed with strength and power. Soft, tan skin. A few tattoos based on stories he’d never tell. He wasn’t about to go down fighting. He’d start his own website, more popular than anything on social media. If only he could get the funding.
Thankfully his best friend was a venture capitalist wanting to expand into new areas. Unfortunately he was also the brother of the only girl he’d ever loved…and lost.

 

Bio

Leslie McAdam is a California girl who loves romance, Little Dude, and well-defined abs. She lives in a drafty old farmhouse on a small orange tree farm in Southern California with her husband and two small children. Leslie always encourages her kids to be themselves – even if it means letting her daughter wear leopard print from head to toe. An avid reader from a young age, she will always trade watching TV for reading a book, unless it’s Top Gear. Or football. Leslie is employed by day but spends her nights writing about the men you fantasize about. She’s unapologetically sarcastic and notoriously terrible at comma placement.

Always up for a laugh, Leslie tries to see humor in all things. When she’s not in the writing cave you’ll find her fangirling over Beck, camping with her family, or mixing up oil paints to depict her love of outdoors on canvas.

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Author Friends: Jodi Payne

Are you a panster or a plotter?

I’m that rare hybrid bird. I’m a plotting panster. I’ve discovered that I am pulled in so many directions that if I don’t make some scene notes and jot down ideas about the direction the train is headed, I lose them and can’t recall those details when I am writing. So I write out key scenes on index cards, loosely based on a three-act-play sort of structure, and then I know things will move and change as the characters develop more organically.

Do you believe in Writer’s Block? If so, how do you kick its arse?

I definitely do. The only thing I know how to do is to write something unrelated for a while. So write a poem or a blog post. Write flash fic or a letter to someone. The important thing for me is to keep writing, because if I’m blocked and I get out of the habit of writing at the same time, I’m doomed. It’s extremely difficult to get back on the wagon.

What book is your comfort read on a bad day? The one you go back to reread over and over.

You’ll never believe this, but I’m not a comfort reader. I know, that’s not what an author is supposed to say! Sorry. I do have favorite books–Beloved (Toni Morrison), Hamlet, Good Omens (Gaiman and Pratchett), Calvin & Hobbes–but I don’t comfort read. I listen to music when that’s what I’m looking for. I’m a huge music fan.

Describe your perfect writing space:

Lots of natural light, decent speakers, and a clear desk. When I can I like to get a good view – ocean, mountains, park, trees – something to stare at when I’m thinking that’s bigger than I am and full of fresh air.

Do you write your title first or story first?

The story first. Ask any editor I’ve ever had. I am terrible with titles. The story is frequently written and submitted with a “working title” because I can’t come up with them on my own. So stressful!

And lastly, write a one or two paragraph flash fiction inspired by the last photo or text you got on your phone:

Oh my God, I have been so busy lately. And now it’s crazy Tuesday, as I call it., one of the busiest days of the week. It’s up early to drive the kids to school, then it’s off to work, a lunch hour meeting, rushing out in time to pick up the kids after work, hurry to Panera and get them fed, then drop one off here and one off there, by 7:00pm. I have to pick up one at 8:00pm and another at 8:30pm. But in the middle of this crazy day I get to steal one solid, blissfully quiet hour. And you know what I do with it?

I go to Starbucks.

I do. I get a latte, usually with something sweet in it like caramel or vanilla. I take it to a table where I sit, alone, and do something really exciting like watch people out the window running around just like I was.

And I drink it.

I drink it slowly, savoring every uninterrupted sip. Every minute that no one is talking to me. Every second a phone doesn’t ring. One hour of not making myself accountable. I don’t run errands. I don’t catch up on paperwork. That’s my time. Mine.

 

I jealously protect that hour like Gollum hoards The One Ring.

Bio

Jodi Payne takes herself way too seriously and has been known to randomly break out in song. Her men are imperfect but genuine, stubborn but likeable, often kinky, and frequently their own worst enemies. They are characters you can’t help but fall in love with while they stumble along the path to their happily ever after. For those looking to get on her good side, Jodi’s addictions include nonfat lattes, Malbec and tequila any way you pour it.

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Best-selling thriller author Reese Kelsey knows his career isn’t conducive to romance. He doesn’t work the normal nine-to-five, and sometimes his characters take hold and demand all his attention, causing him to neglect important appointments… and lovers. Rather than go through another heartbreak, Reese contents himself with his small circle of friends-fellow gay New York City artists-and his dedicated publicist, Chad.

Until he sees Owen Mercado lugging his cello toward the subway and impulsively offers him a ride.

Owen has worked long and hard for a career in the symphony, and success comes with a demanding schedule-something Reese understands. Their desires and lifestyles are surprisingly compatible, and Reese and Owen certainly set the bedroom on fire. They’re both carrying baggage, but they fit, and it’s hard not to hope for a future that once seemed impossible.

But when Reese’s work inevitably pulls him into its dark world and refuses to let go, Owen draws a hard line, and Reese discovers he can’t rely on good intentions alone. He will have to control the obsession that drove his other lovers away or risk losing Owen as well.

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