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221 pages, Kindle Edition
First published July 1, 2009
Summary: Fate added injury to insult when Jonah Sellers’s live-in boyfriend left him: while moving out his ex’s belongings, Jonah fell down the stairs and broke his leg. Now his house is a prison, and he's working from home while his sister checks up on him. The only diversion in Jonah’s routine is catching the odd glimpse of a man in the apartment across the way taking off his clothes in front of the window.
But then Jonah is distracted by Liam Brooks, the nurse his sister sends over when she goes on vacation. As they dance around their growing attraction, Jonah and Liam begin to wonder about the man in the window. Why is he always dressed in the same clothes? Why is he there one minute and not the next? How is it that he lives in an old woman's apartment? It's while trying to answer these questions that they stumble across a fifty-year-old missing persons case they can't resist trying to solve.
Excerpt: “Shh,” Buck murmured, bending down and trailing his lips from the nape of Oliver‟s neck down his spine until he found the zipper of the dress. He caught the piece of metal in his teeth and tugged, the metallic click of each inch loud in his ears. When he finished, he was kneeling behind Oliver, his nose pressed into the
smooth skin of Oliver‟s lower back and the soft fabric of the dress
cool against his face.
Oliver trembled, and Buck held his hips, steadying him.
“Buck….” Oliver‟s hand came back, fumbling for him, and landed in his hair; his fingers tightened, pulling, tugging Buck closer. Buck let his tongue flick out, painting long, wide stripes across Oliver‟s back. “Buck, please.”
“You taste so good,” Buck whispered, nipping the swell of Oliver‟s hip. “I want to eat you alive.”
Oliver groaned, and Buck sank his teeth into the soft flesh again, worrying the hard knob of bone beneath the skin and muscle. Oliver‟s fingers tightened again, tugging with purpose this time, trying to force Buck back up his body.
“Come here,” Oliver demanded breathlessly. Buck rocked back on his heels and looked up at his lover. Oliver‟s dress hung open, the dark wig askew and the natural gold of Oliver‟s hair showing above one ear. His pale skin was flushed in shades of rose, starting in his face and neck and spreading down his shoulders and back.
Buck stood, feeling his knees protest, and molded himself to Oliver‟s back.
“So beautiful,” he murmured, his lips brushing Oliver‟s ear.
Oliver wriggled, breaking Buck‟s grip so he could turn to face him. A small smile claimed Buck‟s mouth; he forgot how strong Oliver was until moments like that, when Oliver challenged him. The dress slipped as Oliver pressed against him, shifting to reveal a flushed chest and erect nipples. Hardness pressed into Buck‟s hip, matching and mirroring Buck‟s arousal.
“Make love to me,” Oliver sighed, mouth pressed to Buck‟s so that each word vibrated through him. Buck pursed his lips, turning it into a kiss, and nudged Oliver toward the bed.
It was a dark and stormy night.The mystery was interesting. Although most of it wasn't too difficult to figure out, it was uncertain what really happened until the nail-biting end. The part in the past in particular was really interesting and propelling.
"Of course it was a dark night, you dumbass. Is night ever anything else?"
"Beautiful," xxx muttered, leaning forward, resting his forehead against the upper swell of yyy's ass.Unless he's a contortionist, I don't see how that's feasible.