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Herbert Pommerest has never been on a date or even kissed a man before. Oh, he knows he’s gay. He did all the experiments to ensure it was true, didn’t just go through a rebellious phase or a knee-jerk reaction because women scared him to death. For Herb, it’s easy to hide himself behind his research and daydream about what having a boyfriend would be like. But saving an expensive phone from an early demise brings him in contact with a street-wise mature detective. Suddenly Herb wishes he knew how to flirt because he’d love to take some lessons of the sensual kind from the sexy Chuck Davidson.
Can a geek and a detective find common ground between their vastly different worlds before one of Chuck’s cases threatens to put Herb in danger from a ruthless killer?
Gay / Contemporary / Romantic Comedy / Suspense / Thriller / Mystery / Detective / Action / Adventure
210 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 1, 2011
God, can we be naked… like now? I want to feel you against my skin. I bet you’ll be hot and rough just like a guy should. I don’t have a lot of hair, but I bet you do. I want to feel it. I want to suck your cock. I want to swallow your come to see what it tastes like. Will it be salty or bitter or both?Fast on the heels of their meeting and a pretty steamy sexual attraction, there is a murder and the plot quickly incorporates spies, secret formulas, Russian mobsters, abductions, Chinese gangsters and the KGB. Herb's no-filter rambling quickly becomes less and less charming as almost everything out of his mouth is related to sex. (Herb is supposedly 27, but reads like a horny 14-year-old.) And while the story gives us Herb and Chuck's POV, there is little character development.



What an odd question. Why did it matter where he and Chuck were? It wasn’t like Chuck dragged him in here and forced himself on him. Herb blinked, the image of being bent over his desk while Chuck fucked him superimposed itself over the actual sight before him. Christ, that would be awesome. He might have to discuss an event like that with Chuck later.
She still had to finish her doctorate, but Herb knew it wouldn’t be long until people would be calling her Dr. Jessie Davidson.
“Great. How do you find some cute guy to help you while I search the clubs every weekend and can’t find one damn guy who isn’t interested in one-night stands or is married and looking to cheat?”