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308 pages, Paperback
Published July 10, 2008
Summary: In this follow up to Jenna Jones' popular novel Chiaroscuro, Dune Bellamy and Micah Ferguson have become best friends. Between Micah's string of boyfriends and Dune's lovers, they have plenty to talk about, especially when a trip to Europe leaves Micah alone, while back home, Dune's first love turns up again. After a brief fling in Paris, Micah returns home to an unhappy Dune, who's trying to fend off his ex's attentions. When Micah steps in, Dune starts to see his friend as something more, which creates a whole new set of problems. Dune's not sure he wants to ruin their friendship, but he and Micah agree to give it a try. Micah has family problems to deal with, Dune has his ex stalking him, and the pressure soon comes between them, driving Dune back into the arms of the dangerous Gavin, who wants to control his every move. Can Micah deal with his sisters, and find a way to convince Dune that they deserve another chance? Something Beautiful is all about the family we chose, as well as the one we're born with, and if they're lucky, something beautiful will come of it for Micah and Dune.
Excerpt: They were taking off their coats and kissing as soon as Dune unlocked and opened the door. Micah watched his fingers move over Dune's golden skin, watched Dune watch himself be touched. He raised his eyes to Micah's with a sly smile, and then kissed Micahwith a fierce sort of passion that took Micah's breath away. He scooped Micah up into his arms and Micah's legs went around his waist, and he carried Micah through the loft to the kitchen. Dune put Micah down on a counter and kissed down his chest and stomach as Micah eased flat onto his back.
Dune undid Micah's jeans and laughed at the sight of his bright purple boxer shorts. "Is it laundry day?"
"I like them -- they're cheerful." He kicked off his shoes and wiggled out of his jeans.
"I see your point." Dune stepped back and dropped his own trousers -- he was naked beneath them, and grinned at Micah. "So there we are."
"Yep," Micah whispered, and licked his lips. He shoved off his boxer shorts and pulled Dune back to him. Micah wanted to laugh with pleasure as they kissed -- he was with Dune -- naked with Dune! -- and Dune was kissing him and touching him and he tasted delicious and his skin was so warm. Micah ran both hands up and down Dune's arms, over his shoulders and chest, down his back.
"Don't move," Dune whispered to him, and left the kitchen. Dune returned with a handful of condoms and a bottle of lubricant, and gave Micah an innocent smile when Micah raised his eyebrows.
"You're very optimistic."
"We're young and horny." Dune kissed Micah again and dabbled down Micah's body with his tongue to Micah's thighs. He slid his lips along Micah's cock until Micah gasped, and then took Micah's cock slowly into his mouth.
Micah arched his body, groaning. The sight of Dune's mouth around his cock was almost too much to bear -- he thought he might come just from the sight of it, if not from the feel of Dune moaning around his cock and those hands gripping his thighs. He watched for as long as he could keep his eyes open, panting harder and harder, until finally his head fell
back and the world went white.
Dune moaned and dug his fingers into Micah's skin until Micah's shivering stopped. He licked up the length of Micah's cock as he lifted his head and then smiled slowly, licked his lips. He leaned up to kiss Micah, and Micah held his face and kissed him back as Micah slid off the counter. Dune turned him around to face the counter and bent him over it, kissed down his spine, and tore open one of the condom wrappers. Micah gasped again as Dune lubricated him, and he arched up and groaned a soft, "Oh, yes," as Dune pressed into him, at the sweet burn of it.
Dune moaned behind him, kissed Micah's back and hummed into his ear, "Feels so good, baby."
Micah could only grunt in response, gripping the edges of the counter to keep his balance as he arched and thrust his hips. His skin was slick with perspiration, and Dune's hands slid over his hips, his chest slid against Micah's back. Dune kissed Micah's neck and moaned his name.
Micah let his head fall to the counter, rocking his hips to Dune's rhythm and trying to keep his legs from collapsing. Dune's body slammed into his, and Micah glanced over his shoulder to look at him -- Dune’s head was thrown back, his teeth were bared, his neck was arched -- he looked so good Micah shuddered and let his head fall onto the counter again, overwhelmed.
Dune cried out more loudly as his fingers dug into Micah's hips. "Micah," he said, "Micah -- oh, you beautiful thing --" and his body slammed hard into Micah's and slowed to a stop. He fell onto Micah's back, breathing heavily, his hands flat on the counter top.
Micah moved his hand over to Dune's and twined their fingers together. After a moment Dune's hand turned up to grip his. Dune kissed the back of Micah's neck and pulled out of him carefully. "Are you okay?" He kissed Micah's shoulder blade.
Micah straightened himself up cautiously, legs rubbery and a red streak across his stomach where he'd been pressed against the counter. "I'm okay." He turned and stretched, watching Dune tie off the condom and drop it into the garbage pail. He pushed his glasses up his nose and said, "And you? Still feeling optimistic?"
Dune gave him a mysterious smile. "The night is young, my friend." He kissed Micah slowly, and Micah grabbed his waist and pulled him close, blatantly rubbing their cocks together. Dune broke off the kiss with a gasp and a muttered, "Christ, Micah."