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When
I write, I like to write stories of second chances. Everyone has those missed
connections and false starts that we wonder about. What might have happened if
I turned left instead of right or jumped instead of running away? I have.
Trace
and Jeremy have, too. They had a one-time meeting and never forgot about each
other. Enter Madame Eve. She’s known for working miracles. All they want is to
get past the bad decisions they’ve made before meeting and find a future that
could happen together.
Trace
is an air traffic controller. He needs order and all the facts. He hasn’t been
able to wrap his mind around the meeting with Jeremy. They clicked and yet,
they never quite found each other again. He’s hoping Madame Eve is the right
choice for finding his forever.
Jeremy,
an artist, likes the flourish of color and a good story. He’s also hot for
Trace. He’s got a lot of baggage in his past and it’s not the easiest to deal
with. If he can heal, he can move forward. If Trace factors into that healing,
then even better.
Want
to know if these two men find a happily ever after together? Then you’ll have
to read Everything He Wants. J
Here’s
a little more about the book:
Everything He
Wants
A 1Night Stand Story from Decadent Publishing
M/M, Anal Sex
A Short Story Available now!
Trace has almost everything he wants—a great job and a well-ordered
life, but he’s ready for more—the right guy to share it with. A chance meeting
after a hockey game with the man of his dreams spurs him on to turn to the one
source he knows will help him out—Madame Eve’s 1Night Stand service.
Jeremy can’t forget the difficult childhood and subsequent bad decisions
he made while trying to forget it. He wants the gorgeous air traffic
controller, but he’s afraid his past will get in the way like it always does.
If all Madame Eve can give them is one night…he’ll take it.
With Eve’s help, can the men forge the relationship they both want, or
will they crash and burn?
And a hot
excerpt...because I can!
Jeremy sat in the back seat of
the cab and swayed forward as it came to a quick stop opposite Club Ramrod.
What a crazy name for a club. Then again, what a crazy place to meet his date.
He checked the messages on his phone one more time. Sure enough, the same email
from Madame Eve popped up.
Your
date awaits you at Club Ramrod, located next to the Mason Players Club Hotel.
Look for yellow by the bar and you will find your heart’s delight. Tell the
bouncer Eve sent you.
He sighed and paid the driver
with a shaky hand. His mind wouldn’t stop racing. What the hell did I get myself into? Sure, the club scene worked
for him, but he hated the grind. Hated the clawing bodies and hangers-on.
Crossing the street, he took his place in line. Maybe no one would recognize
him. Finally reaching the club entrance, he dropped Madame Eve’s name to the
bouncer.
The hulking man nodded and
shuffled him to the bar. “Don’t cause a fight.”
Don’t cause a fight? Did he
look like the type to cause trouble? Well,
I did change my hair from green to blue tips. Jeremy snorted. Whatever. He scanned the crowd in the
massive black and white bar. Men talked and laughed, some cuddled each other or
sat on each other’s laps. At the far end, he spotted a flash of yellow. His
heart pounded faster and his mouth went bone-dry.
“No way,” he murmured, nibbling
on his lip piercing.
Trace Robeson, the man who
featured in every one of his naughty fantasies, clutched a beer and hooked his
thumb in his jeans front pocket. The man oozed classy sex. A faded T-shirt
cradled his body like a second skin, giving teasing glimpses at the chiseled
flesh underneath. His ripped jeans cupped and outlined his package and showed
off his natural tan to a T.
Jeremy wobbled on his feet and
thanked the gods, or Madame Eve, or whoever, for granting him his wish, and
strode across the club. Making eye contact with Trace, he grinned.
“Hey, man. Good seeing you
here.” Trace offered his hand.
“Yeah. It’s nice to see a
friendly face.” Jeremy gestured the bartender for a beer. “I’m here to meet my
destiny.”
“Are you....” Trace didn’t
finish.
“Your date?” Jeremy replied.
“I’m looking for a man in yellow. Don’t see too many others rocking that color,
so….” Christ, he sounded so lame.
“I
was told my date would find me.” Trace matched his smile. “Want to dance?”
@Copyright Megan Slayer 2013
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