Blurb
The Christmas season is fast approaching for Jesse Goldmen
and George Sirus, and their forced break up weighs heavily on their sanity.
Trying to keep a connection alive is almost impossible as they turn to stolen
late night dinners and secret meetings, which never seem enough.
Zac Goldmen takes an interest in George’s slave, Elliot. Being told no
only makes Zac want Elliot more, so he starts a ridiculous campaign to try and
shock and charm Elliot into bed. But his advances are put on hold when Elliot
gets outed in the aftermath of the blackmail scandal, causing a big media storm
for him and his father the Vice President.
Kennedy seeks solace from Zac, when things just get too much
for her, bringing out his hidden caring side. Zac finds himself torn between
being a friend and an easy hook up. Determined to see Elliot and bring him some
holiday spirit, Zac starts a battle of wits with George. Will George be able to
outsmart Zac, and keep him away from Elliot, for
long?
Excerpt
The doorbell rang early in the morning. Elliot had finished
his chores and was sitting on the floor next to the fire, working on his
homework. There was no one else in the penthouse, and he wasn’t
expecting anyone. When he wrenched open the heavy, ornate door he found Zac,
Jesse’s
brother, staring back at him wearing fireman pants and suspenders to hold them
up. His body was smeared with charcoal, and he looked oiled. Elliot was
entirely confused.
“The exact face I wanted to see.”
“Can I help you, Sir?”
Elliot
reverted to his training.
“Yes, I have a hose that needs
servicing.” Zac grinned
wickedly.
Elliot tried not to let the shock show on his face. “I’m
sorry, the King is out. Can I take a message?”
He
shifted and squirmed, getting flustered at the seeming advance from the
beautiful redhead.
“I didn’t
want it from him.” The
bulge in Zac’s pants was noticeable, and Elliot
tried not to stare. “And I knew he was
gone.”
“How did you know he was gone?”
“I watched his car through the camera I
installed above his parking space ‘til
it left.”
He
flattened out his mouth and raised both brows like it was no big deal.
Elliot stared.
Author Bio
When not staying up all night writing, J.R Gray can be
found basking in the warm glow of the Miami sun, or at the gym where it's half
assumed Gray is a permanent resident. A dominant, pilot, and sword fighting
enthusiast, Gray finds it hard to be in the passenger seat of any car. Gray
frequently interrupts real life, including normal sleep patterns, to jot down
nonsense. The bane of Gray's existence are commas, and even though it's been
fully acknowledged they are necessary, they continue to baffle and bewilder.
If Gray wasn't writing…well, that's not possible. The buildup of untold stories
would haunt Gray into an early grave or possibly a mental institution where the
tales would end up on the walls in crayon and finger paint.
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Thanks! Looks great. After all the sappy christmas movies, which, don't get me wrong I love, this will be a nice change.
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