Easton Thomas, a handsome and wealthy man with a generous heart, owns an historic mansion on Florida’s Gold Coast, a house filled with spirits and secrets from the past. When a hurricane grounds all flights and cruise ship connections, Easton invites a group of stranded passengers to ride out the storm at his mansion. He is drawn to Randy, a shy and insecure man from Atlanta, but Mitchell, Easton’s longtime companion and estate manager, has different plans for Easton.
Mitchell buttoned his shirt and made his way to the center railing overlooking the downstairs entry. “Easton, is that you?” He could see what looked like a crowd gathered near the front entry casually dropping suitcases and bags. “Did you pick up a tour bus before your cruise?” he asked sarcastically, trying to contain his anger. “Easton, a word please. This is a bad time to have a house full of guests. These people are not stray cats that you found on the highway. They are adults caught up in the same shitty mess as the rest of South Florida, so why do you feel responsible for them?” Mitchell hissed.
“I guess for the same reason I have always felt responsible for you,” Easton smiled, and his eyes glowed in the soft light. He took Mitchell in his arms and kissed him. “We have an ample supply of backup candles and flashlights in the cellar closet. Do you mind bringing them upstairs in case we lose power? I will move the cars to the garage. I don’t want them damaged,” Easton said.
“Let me do that,” Mitchell volunteered as he thought about the apartment over the garage. There was no need to take any unnecessary chances.
Mitchell opened the door and headed out into the fierce wind and rain. He secured the vehicles, closed the garage door, and started up the side stairs to the second floor. He reached the door to the apartment that had initially served as the living quarters for the chauffeurs, stepped inside, and closed the door. “Where are you?” Mitchell whispered.
He saw the shadow emerge cautiously from the adjacent room. “I’m here. I was beginning to worry. I considered leaving, but I wouldn’t make it very far in this weather. Why did Easton come back? I thought he would be away for a couple of weeks.”
“It’s this storm. The flights are grounded and he brought a group of stranded passengers with him to ride out the storm. You will have to stay here until it’s clear to leave.”
“How can I do that? There is no food here, and I cannot get cell service. Maybe we should let Easton know I’m here.”
“Absolutely not! Easton made it clear that you were not to come back here. I have no intention of being out on the street on my ass at this time in my life. I have too much to lose. I’ll bring you coffee and food before everyone wakes in the morning, so just take it easy.” Mitchell leaned in and kissed him. “Goodnight, and try to be patient.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he grumbled.
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A spur-of-the-moment vacation was supposed to jolt Cameron Douglas out of his funk, but it appears he only traded locations. It was a chance meeting with a handsome stranger that changed everything. Brandon stirs Cameron’s interest and his heart, but will the mysterious man reveal his true identity before their vacation in paradise is over?
Sometimes life in the spotlight was a heavy weight to bear for Brandon Bullet. He never knew if men were interested in him as a person or just enamored with his rock star status – until he meets Cameron Douglas. It wasn’t often that Brandon shared a connection with someone who wasn’t aware of his notoriety. He’s determined to keep his identity a secret while the two of them get to know each other and before someone blows his cover.
“A bed?” Cam raised an eyebrow, and his lips drew back into a sly smile.
Brandon chuckled. It couldn’t have been more perfect. He put his hand to his chest to proclaim his innocence. “I had no idea.”
Cam playfully rolled his eyes before he took a swig of his beer and placed it on the table next to the bed. He kicked off his flip-flops, lay down on the left side of the mattress and laced his hands behind his head. He stared up at the curtain draped across the top of the cabana without the slightest bit of unease.
Brandon joined him. They had met less than twenty minutes ago, and now they were lying next to one another, inches apart, on a bed on the beach. It was absurd and hot as hell.
Cam smiled, shifted onto his side and propped his head up on his elbow. His warm, brown eyes twinkled like melted chocolate in the glare of the afternoon sun. “Do me a favor. Take that knot out of your hair.”
Brandon stiffened, worried that recognition had finally crept into Cam’s head.
“I just want to see how long it is. And touch it.”
Brandon didn’t need any further prompting. He sat up and unraveled the elastic that held his hair in place. His blond curls cascaded down his back and over one shoulder. The soft breeze lifted a strand and blew it across his face as he turned to see Cam’s reaction.
Cam took the stray lock and tucked it behind Brandon’s ear. The smile on Cam’s face was full of allure and sent Brandon’s heart racing. His eyes rested on Cam’s gorgeous, plump lips. On any other day, with any other man, Brandon would have sucked on that bottom lip three minutes after they had met. He was waiting for the right moment to kiss Cam, and he was unsure about why he was hesitating.
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Determined to become a rodeo star, Julian Busch ends up in North Carolina at Rolling Meadows Stables, where the days are grueling, the nights are wild, and his fellow trainees will mount a cowboy faster than they will mount a horse. Life in the rodeo isn’t easy, but wit and grit lead Julian to a place he never thought he would be.
Julian unpacked his suitcase, putting everything in the chest of drawers next to his bunk – socks and belts in the top drawer, underwear in the second, shirts in the third, and blue jeans in the bottom. He peeled off his red t-shirt with an Aggies mascot on it.
“Is that natural or do you work out?”
“What do you mean?”
“That chest. It just ain’t normal.”
“Just the result of daily workouts and some weightlifting.”
“I guess I’ve got to get me some weights.”
“Don’t need to. I brought mine. They’re still in the car.”
“Think you could help me?” He pulled up his shirt showing a modicum of development.
“Sure, we’ve got ten weeks here. I’m sure we could do something with that body of yours. It has potential.”
“Well, go shower. I’m going to grab a quick nap. Wake me when you’re ready to go to dinner.” Ross went to his bunk as Julian stripped, grabbed a towel, and entered the shower. A few moments later, Julian hollered to Ross, “Hey guy, you got some soap? I didn’t pack any and there ain’t none in here.”
Ross rose from the cot and took a bar of soap to the shower room.
“Damn, you’re a hairy one,” Ross said. “Good thing your Emily didn’t let you get very far. She’d be spitting out pubic hair more than doing anything else. You want some help there?”
“What? You think I’m gay and want to touch another guy’s junk?”
“I guess I was wrong. Sorry.” Ross returned to his cot and hoped Julian didn’t notice what he was sporting. Ross was disappointed in himself. He had vowed to follow the straight path now that he was starting a new life away from the life he had led in rural Georgia, and all the peers he had secretly been with. He knew he had to work harder on suppressing his innate desires. He fell asleep, but his mind conjured up a dream of him with the man he had just met.
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At first glance, Derek seems to have everything. He is married to the love of his life, Aaron, and it’s as if they are perfect for each other. But Derek has a secret…a secret he has kept hidden from his husband for years. Derek wakes up every morning hoping his past doesn’t catch up to him. But when the followers of The Dark Lord rise again and the world is threatened, Derek finds himself forcefully pulled back into the life he swore never to return to…a life of magic, and danger at every corner.
It was nearing midnight and a man hurriedly walked through a dark corridor holding a burning candle in his hand, excited to tell the Dark Lord of his success. The most loyal followers of the Dark Lord had been waiting for this moment for years. The man stopped at a huge wooden door, placed the candle on a stone shelf, and took out a knife from inside his black cloak. He placed the blade of the knife on his right hand and pressed down. A sharp pain entered his body as the blade dug into his skin and blood poured out. Placing his bloody palm onto the wooden door, he felt a surge of energy enter his body. His offering to the Dark Lord had been accepted.
The door creaked as the man entered the giant room where he saw three hooded figures standing in front of a huge statue of a serpent. He bowed his head in front of the statue in respect. The room was silent, save for the sound of a blue flame burning at the base of the statue.
“What brings you here, Dmitri?” asked the leader of the coven…a coven made entirely of followers loyal to the Dark Lord.
“I bring you news, great one,” Dmitri answered.
Dmitri looked up at the hooded figures. “I have finally found the being you seek,” said Dmitri. “I have found the one you require to summon the Darati.”
Dmitri’s heart started to race as his news was received by silence. He had expected them to bestow him with power. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” Dmitri nodded his head.
“Where is he?”
“Outside,” Dmitri answered.
“Bring him here this instant!”
The door opened again and Dmitri entered the room with a handsome man wearing a white robe. He had red hair down to his waist, and his pale skin seemed to glow in the firelight. His piercing green eyes looked at the hooded figures standing in front of the serpent statue. He knew why he was here and he wanted to please the Dark Lord.
“How did you find him?”
“I came to him,” the man answered before Dmitri could say a word. I was curious to know about his intentions.”
“You shall be rewarded for your work, Dmitri. The Dark Lord always rewards those who are loyal.”
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She rocks my world.
He sets my soul on fire.
We’ve traveled down a bumpy road, but we’ve finally found the balance.
It’s time to bring a new little rock star into our lives.
I’m Tommy Blade, the Prince of Punk Rock, and this is the next chapter in our story.
Loving two people is never easy, and Tommy Blade fights every day to ensure that his wife and his lover know that he loves them both equally. A commitment ceremony solidifies their pledge to one another and brings them closer together.
Jessi Blade is a lucky girl. With animosity behind them, she and Angel share a more intimate relationship and their lives flourish. She has everything she ever wanted – except a baby.
Angel Garcia never thought he’d share his life with a woman, no less marry one in a commitment ceremony. When a baby joins their family, it makes him realize how much Jessi really means to him.
The road Tommy, Jessi and Angel travel is never an easy one. Just when they’re at their happiest, an accident may very well change the course of their lives.
Tommy went for Jessi like an animal pouncing on his prey. He took her by the waist and pushed her back on the bed. His mouth was on hers, and his tresses fell like a curtain of golden silk. It prevented Angel from seeing the expression on their faces. It was one of the things he loved most about watching them. He tucked Tommy’s hair behind one ear so the silhouette of their faces was visible. Tommy’s lips covered Jessi’s, and his chest swelled with passion. There were little wrinkles between his brows which grew deeper when he pressed his mouth harder and turned it in a slow circle.
Jessi sighed and threw her head back as Tommy kissed his way down to her breasts. He ran his hands over her slender torso and kissed her waist. Jessi shuddered when his lips hit the area just below her navel.
Tommy abruptly sat back on his knees and yanked Jessi toward him. There was no hesitation or resistance as Jessi inhaled deeply and arched her back. Tommy gripped her hips and dug his fingers into her pelvis. His hair bounced and fanned his face. Glimpses of pouting, slightly-parted lips and a furrowed brow were visible between the flaxen strands of his long hair.
Jessi’s arms flailed wildly, and her breath came in heavy gasps. Bliss and ecstasy were clear across her face. Angel wondered what sex was like for a woman and if all women enjoyed it as much as Jessi.
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Ky’ren, Ke’ta, and their chosen mates, continue the galactic exploration started by their fathers as they discover several new friendly races. The adage, ‘you can’t tell a book by its cover,’ holds true for the aliens they meet. The more formidable looking the race, the more likely they were to be teddy bears. Never in their wanderings did they expect to encounter the Gods of the Universe, but they did. They never expected to find the end of time either, but they did. Or was it a prelude to a beginning?
By the end of the week, we were ready for a celebration on both fronts – the successful language translation and the final completion of our android.
Initially nothing happened, and then his eyes opened and he scanned his surroundings. A few seconds later, he moved his arms, flexed his fingers, and sat up. He did some side twists before getting down off the work table. It looked like he was doing bend and stretch exercises, which in a way, he was. He needed to test the limits of his movements. After five minutes of these ‘exercises,’ he dressed himself with the clothing Del’fra had laid out. He smoothed his clothing into place and smiled at us before speaking.
“Thank you all for giving me life. I am now ready to serve you. Let me be clear on who each of you are.”
I moved over to him and held out my hand to see if he would shake it. He did, and smiled.
“Why don’t you take a few days and think of a name you would like to be called. Take all the time you need and tell us when you’re ready.”
He smiled and looked around the room. “Thank you. I can tell you now. I wish to be called Nolforn.”
I didn’t realize how busy we had all been until my smiling naked lover walked into our main lounge that night and started undressing me. We were just settling into some deep kissing when Eo’poka came in with Del’fra and Ke’ta.
“Everyone, we’re having an orgy in the Peace main lounge. Come one, come all, so to speak.”
Patuka and I kept up our kissing as others popped into the lounge. We weren’t the only ones hungry for pleasure. After our second climax, we relaxed and cuddled, enjoying our closeness, before we circulated among the other writhing bodies.
I was always in awe of Torcano. He made an art form of sex. It was a joy to watch him. For my part, I had lost track of who I had sex with, at least nearly everyone. I was lying there trying to catch my breath when Patuka wanted more. When I opened my eyes, it looked like most everyone was gone. The last of the Eo’hala crew were leaving, and blew a kiss to us. The sex party was well appreciated, and much needed.
Patuka and I weren’t finished, though. We adjourned to our quarters for a nice, long, sensual, relaxing shower before we went to bed. As usual, we went to sleep in each other’s arms.
The next morning at breakfast, Nolforn sat down across from me. “That was an entertaining event last night. It gave me a lot of new insight into interpersonal relationships. Everyone seemed to enjoy having sex with many people, but I noticed that when some of the couples had sex together, there was more animation and happiness – you and Patuka, for example. Is that because you are bonded?”
“I didn’t know you were there, Nolforn. Yes, we do enjoy lots of sex, but with our bond mates, it’s so much more. The love between bonded lovers is deeper and more intense.”
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J.D. didn’t miss what he didn’t have, including family. He barely remembered his mother and had never known his father. Following the death of his grandfather, he becomes the neighborhood pass-around-kid, raised by a group of caring church members.
When traveling evangelists Brother Bob and Sister Tina hear him play the piano, they quickly take him into their fold, where his talent and tragic story tear at the hearts of churchgoers across the Bible belt.
A hit on the revival circuit, J.D.’s talent and Bob and Tina’s showmanship soon turn their straw of a show into pure gold. Brother Bob and Sister Tina are becoming more than financially secure, but they need J.D.’s talent and story to keep their ministry going and their money growing.
When a clash between the old time religion and J.D.’s sexual orientation becomes a crisis, he runs to the military to hide, where he finds love with Ethan. But sweet, sexy Ethan, has a dark secret of his own, a secret that involves someone near and dear to J.D., which may keep the two men apart forever.
Ethan was a P.K., Preacher’s Kid, out of Tampa. I had been around other Preacher’s Kids, some of whom were so restricted they did nothing but rebel and lash out. Ethan was just the opposite. There was a goodness that came out of him naturally. He was as caring, honest, and kind as he was cute, and that guy was a whole bucket fulla cute. Ethan was quite the total package and made a damn fine looking soldier.
The beginning of fall had come to the southern base where we were stationed, and we could see that some leaves had begun to change as we walked slowly through the night together. In the darkness, we had not seen clouds gathering above us. The skies suddenly opened, a gusting wind pushing the falling rain over us in waves. I was content to cavort like a fool in the downpour, but Ethan, who was very good about letting me be silly, quickly pushed us off the sidewalk to a barracks we were near and into an open doorway. We stood looking at the rain for a moment, waiting for it to let up, with me grinning at Ethan.
“You are drunk. I shouldn’t have let you have that beer.”
“And you are cute,” I said, lightly pressing a forefinger into his chest.
“Stop, you’ll make me blush.”
“And nice, and kind, and..,”
Ethan cut me off while I was speaking. “Stop. You don’t know me, man.” Ethan was suddenly dead serious, his face tightening and going dark. “I’m not the good guy you all think I am.” There was a moment of silence between us as I took in this new side to my buddy that I had never seen. Then just as suddenly, the Ethan I knew came back to the surface, “Hey,” he said, his warm smile back on his face, “you’ve never told me about your life.”
“It’s a long story,” I said, wanting to get back on track with where my little engine was heading.
“We’ve got time,” he said, patting the concrete next to him.
I tried to change the subject, but Ethan was having none of that. So I talked, catching him up on the gory details of my life to date, everything but why Bob and Tina were going to send me to Costa Rica.
“You were the only guy in basic who didn’t talk about family, so I’ve kind of been figuring that you might have had it rough,” Ethan finally answered.
I just gave him a shrug. “It’s all I knew,” I said. “Besides, Bob and Tina weren’t all that bad. They were just doing what they knew.” We sat for a few more minutes before I found the courage to say what I had been waiting to say. “Ethan, I, I’m in love with you,” I finally stuttered out.
There was a long pause. Ethan stared blankly straight ahead into the rain before standing. We had been in the niche for about two hours by then, but it seemed only seconds because I was with him.
“We’d better get inside.”
“I just said I love you, man,” I gently chided, hoping for something that deep inside my heart I knew was not going to be returned.
“I know,” he said quietly, looking me in the face.
I could see tears welling up in his eyes and I wanted to reach up and stroke them away with my fingers.
“How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard,” he finally said in return, and a tear fell to trail down his cheek. “But that can’t ever happen,” he said, without looking at me or saying anything more as he stepped away from me and headed toward the barracks.
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The man who killed an entire family is on the run and eluding authorities after escaping from the Rockfort Asylum. Claiming he has a Master to please, he hunts the curious teen who is determined to find him. In a twisted and bizarre cat and mouse game, Jerry is lured into the forest by the cries of a woman in distress, but discovers something much more sinister.
When I first got the idea of checking out the sewers, my friend Nick wasn’t supposed to go down with me.
“What are you doing?” I asked him.
“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m coming with you,” he said with a smile.
We reached a fork in the tunnel when one of the dim bulbs hanging over us flickered and gave out. “Nick,” I said as I shone the flashlight right in front of us. “Look at the wall and tell me what you see.”
“I see all sorts of green icky stuff growing on the walls,” he said.
I peeled off a bit and threw it to the ground.
Nick let out a nervous laugh as he watched me pull down another layer. “Come on, Jerry. Let’s get out of here.”
“Nick, turn off that bulb.”
He gave it a pull and the room fell into darkness. After a few seconds I began to see patterns form, but they didn’t make any sense to me. The best I could tell was that they were a mathematical code of some sort. I scribbled down the florescent code as best as I could.
“It looks like mathematics,” said Nick. “Do you think this entire room has some sort of codes written on the walls?”
“It’s possible,” I answered.
“It was good of you to finally come to me,” he said. A sinister grin was on his face as he stared at me.
“What do you want from me?” I asked.
“I want to make sure the deed is done,” James Pritchett smiled at me.
“What deed are you talking about?”
“It seems you haven’t been able to figure it out,” he grinned.
“Figure what out?” I asked.
“You found my hideout,” he said. He started to step towards me. “You found my notebook. You read my plans.”
“It was all gibberish to me,” I answered. “Where’s the girl?” I asked him.
“The girl who was screaming for help,” I answered. “What did you do to her?”
“Your mind must be playing tricks on you,” he said. He wouldn’t stop smiling. “No one shouted for help.”
Forcing my body to listen to what my mind wanted it to do, I ran from him.
“I love it when they run,” he laughed in mirth.
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As a wealthy transplant surgeon, Kenton Weston is living the dream. He’s in his prime, handsome, and can have almost anything money can buy, but his attraction to much younger men stands in his way of getting what he wants most, a mature man to share his life with. Coming out in a profession that isn’t always accepting of men like him could end his career, but when an odd turn of events leads to an unlikely partner nearly twenty years his junior, he can’t resist the temptation. This time, however, the lines between professional and personal are becoming blurred.
After watching for a while, he went around to the side of the bed opposite from where Kenton was sleeping and quietly climbed into bed with him. Turning onto his side, he moved closer and rested his hand on Kenton’s chest.
“I don’t think of you as an old man,” he said softly and kissed him on the mouth.
He wanted Kenton to touch every part of him. The simple brush of Kenton’s hand in his hair, the touch of Kenton’s hand on his shoulder, or the touch of Kenton’s hand on his cheek stirred emotions in him that he had doubted existed.
Kenton couldn’t deny that he found the young man attractive. There had been times when he fantasized about him sexually, but he had always been attracted to younger men. Now his fantasy had become reality and was lying in his bed. Jeff was barely a man. How could he possibly know what he wanted?
“We can work it out. I’m not a child,” Jeff said with the enthusiastic abandon of a man of eighteen.
Kenton kissed him gently and lovingly. He needed to know if his feelings for Jeff were real or if his attraction was based solely on his strong desire for younger men. As he kissed the young soft lips, his doubts began to melt away. He now knew the taste of Jeff, and he wanted more. He had never felt this way about any of the other younger men he had loved. Resting on his knees, he gazed down at Jeff’s body, the youthful skin glowing like morning dew gently kissed by the first rays of the sun. No wrinkles marred the perfection of youth, and Kenton could no longer deny what he desired.
When they arrived at the hospital, Kenton was met by the trauma physician who had just finished assessing Jeff. “Do you have any idea who could have done this, Dr. Weston?”
Kenton shook his head. “Where was he found?”
“He was at the house when the neighbor called the ambulance.”
Kenton walked into the exam room to find Jeff staring up at the ceiling. He pulled a chair to his side and held his hand. “Jeff, it’s Kenton. They didn’t tell me about the bandage on your leg. Will you tell me what it’s from?”
“It’s from a cut. It’s no big deal.”
Kenton was at a loss. He had seen plenty of domestic abuse victims, but this was a puzzle he couldn’t seem to solve. “Jeff, will you tell me how this happened?”
Jeff couldn’t lie to Kenton. “He’s just frustrated. He doesn’t mean to do it, he never does. His business isn’t going well, and I’m… I’m so much trouble. You know who I’m talking about, don’t you?”
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Loner and con man Sam is a love ‘em and leave ‘em kind of guy. Born into a world of scams, hoaxes and schemes, he settles in Miami after making a major art swindle, only to lose his heart to the wrong man. Broke and broken, he rockets out of the sunshine state only to be detoured to Las Vegas. Running from the problem is nothing new to this flim-flam man, but he has always worked alone until now. Pulling off the scam that his life now depends on, he is forced to join a motley crew of amateurs, including a former reality star, a retired showgirl, and a disabled vet and his stripper brother, who is running a con of his own.
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I owed a guy money.
A lot of money.
And I made a deal with the devil.
Yeah, I’m a thief. Not proud of that, but not disturbed by it either.
No moral compass at all, survival of the fittest was what it boiled down to with us – Dad, Mom and me. Poppa was a rollin’ stone. Wherever he laid his hat was his home…the old man was as good looking as my mother was beautiful, but they could never make it together. He would bounce back to us for a caper now and then when we needed to make a larger than average hit, and then he’d be off again. But even when we were together we were like sharks, moving from town to town. We lived as high as we could for as long as we could, and then we would be on the hunt for another sucker to take down. There truly is one born every minute, as P.T. Barnum famously said, and we were always ready to help that fool to be parted with his money.
First I was just a prop. Food, clothing, cigarettes, and booze were stuffed into the stroller net and to my tender, but thickening, hide. As a toddler, my carriage became a getaway buggy for auto parts, jewelry, rare books, and once, a few furs. I can still remember the soft brush of chinchilla against my skin. As I got older, I followed the lead of my parents. Scheming and scamming were their stock and trade, and I took to it like a baby duck to water, never questioning any of it because it was the only life I knew. I learned to hotwire a car, pick a pocket, forge a check, and dodge rent. Our coat of arms would have consisted of a piece of broken hanger and a pair of soft gloves to prevent fingerprints.
South Beach has beautiful Art Deco buildings and is packed with hot guys of all shapes, sizes and types. South beach is also packed with thieves, scammers, and con people like me. I was running an art deal, a specialty that I was becoming known for. It was an international arrangement in which I managed to smuggle two Dutch Master works out of the country on yachts. I knew a guy who had done amazing replicas of the works. With properly aged canvas (it’s amazing what plain old tea bags and the South Florida sun can do to age canvas), he used only the best materials to make the correct formulas of old pigment, and hand made his own brushes. The pieces were as close to the originals as anyone was going to get.
The haul was big. Following the way I had lived my entire life, I took a sublet in one of the glittery high rise buildings that dot South Beach, and lived a little. I like stability, but had gotten used to life on the go, settling in quick and not staying in the same place. But every now and then, when I was flush with cash, I would splurge and settle in for a little while. I was enjoying South Beach, so I hit the clubs, spent some time in the gym and at the beach, and met Carlos.
Carlos had large eyes the color of a melted Godiva chocolate, skin like satin, thick black hair landing nearly to his shoulders, and that body… he was built like he was made of steel coils wrapped in suede. The attraction was mutual and instant.
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