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Love is the journey of a lifetime.
As head chef of The Falls, Asheville’s finest four-star restaurant, Chris Tucker lives by one rule: presentation is everything. That means it’s imperative that he always looks as well-put-together as his complicated recipes.
When it comes to relationships, though, nothing throws a wrinkle in his well-tailored suits quicker than Matt Gallagher.
Matt is the master of his own domain, the Dragon’s Den—the most popular tattoo shop in Asheville. On the outside, his flavor-of-the-month hair color and Prince Albert piercing scream wild child, but on the inside he’s all business. He’s just as serious about his fun, though, and nothing’s more fun than throwing the buttoned-down Chris off his well-ordered game.
Not exactly the pair anyone would expect to become a couple, but sparks fly from their first hello. Yet Chris wonders, as their relationship navigates the rocky path of petty jealousies, sexual experimentation and Matt’s penchant for taking crazy chances, if their love is written in permanent ink, or destined to fall like a failed soufflé.
This book has been previously published.
Warning: Contains something for every palate: a heaping helping of explicit m/m sex, a dash of BDSM, a side of ménage, and a smidgen of voyeurism. Liberally spiced with wicked language. Y’all come!
260 pages, Kindle Edition
First published August 15, 2006
Summary: Love is the journey of a lifetime. Chris Tucker is a cultured and sophisticated gentleman. Matt Gallagher is a pierced and tattooed wild child. Not exactly the pair you¿d expect to become a couple. But the sparks fly between them from the moment they meet, and the fire never goes out. Through the first rush of attraction to falling in love, through jealousy and sexual experimentation and a life-threatening injury, the bond they share grows and deepens. Come along with Matt and Chris on their journey, and share their joys and heartaches, from their first hello to happily ever after and everything in between. Warning, this title contains the following: explicit homoerotic sex, graphic language, and M/M/M ménage a trois.
Excerpt: Chris glanced toward the back of the restaurant. With the camera moved to catch Troy’s relatively good side, he could see Matt’s colorful form lounging in his chosen booth. Troy and the crew wouldn’t notice him unless they turned around and looked for him on purpose. Chris liked having Matt there, his own private ray of sunshine. He smiled. Matt smiled back and waved at him.
“Mr. Tucker.” Troy sounded more than a little put out. Chris shook himself and turned to the sour-faced man sitting across from him. “If you could tear your attention away from your…your friend over there, we have an interview to do.”
“Of course.” Chris forced a smile. “I’m ready.”
“Okay, people,” Byron called. “Ready to roll. And…go.”
Troy’s face broke into a bright, cheerful smile and his beady little eyes twinkled at the camera. “Hello again, and welcome back to ‘At Your Leisure’. You’ve just witnessed one of the most popular and sought-after activities in Asheville—Chef Chris Tucker’s famous cooking class. Today, we made a dark chocolate and red wine fondue, and let me tell you, it was out of this world.”
Turning toward Chris, he leaned forward in a patently false attempt at casualness. Chris resisted the urge to recoil.
“Chef Tucker,” Troy enthused, “that fondue was fabulous.”
Chris gave him a cool smile. “Thank you very much, Mr. Waters. It’s my own recipe.”
“I hear that you have a most unusual secret ingredient, could you share that with our audience?”
“Certainly. I use just a bit of chili powder.”
Troy pulled a surprised face so fake Chris had to bite his tongue to keep from laughing. The entire crew, of course, already knew what the “secret” ingredient was. He glanced over at the corner booth behind Troy’s head. Matt shoved an invisible knife through his own heart and collapsed dramatically over the table. Chris smiled.
“Chili powder?” Troy was saying. “My goodness, that is different. Why chili powder? What does it add to the taste?”
Chris watched out of the corner of his eye as Matt, recovered from his fatal wound, shrugged out of his leather jacket and started undoing the buttons on his sheer red shirt. “Well,” Chris began, “even though we use dark instead of milk chocolate, it is still chocolate, and we use a sweet red wine in the recipe, so…”
Matt, hidden in his corner and unnoticed by anyone but his lover, chose that moment to wet a finger in his mouth and rub his pierced nipple into a hard little bud. Chris stared, his train of thought momentarily derailed.
“Yes?” Troy prompted. “You were saying?”
“Oh, er…y-yes.” Chris’s gaze remained locked onto Matt, who was tugging at his nipple ring and enjoying it very much, judging by his flushed cheeks and parted lips. “Yes, well, the sauce can become too sweet, you see. That’s why I hit on the idea of chili powder a few years ago. It adds just the right amount of spice.”
Matt leaned back against the dark red leather of the booth, unzipped his pants—the purple leather ones, Chris noted without surprise—and shoved his hand down the front. Chris gulped. He was having a great deal of difficulty keeping his eyes on the man interviewing him when the man he loved more than anything in life was playing with himself in the corner.
“And why is that bit of spice important?”
Chris stared straight at Troy for a moment. “If you have nothing but sweetness, it’s boring, isn’t it? A little spice keeps things exciting.”
Troy made a face that would most likely have to be edited out later, but Chris scarcely noticed. His attention was fixed on Matt’s hand caressing his erect cock. Chris licked his lips.
“Mr. Tucker?”
Chris jumped a little and tried to focus on the interview.
“Hm? Yes?” He smiled brightly and Troy gave a barely perceptible sigh.
“I was asking,” the journalist said, laying the patience on extra-thick, “what drew you to cooking as a profession?”
Matt spread his legs and thrust his hips up, pushing into his own hand. Chris pinched himself under the table to keep from getting completely lost in the sight.
“Well,” he answered, “I, I’ve always enjoyed playing with my…with my food.”
Matt dipped a finger into the pre-come dripping from his cock and slid the sticky digit into his mouth. A jolt of desire shot through Chris.
“That is to say,” he stammered, “I’ve always enjoyed being creative with food, making up recipes and so forth, ever since I was a child. I suppose it’s just something you’re born with, because I don’t remember ever…ever feeling…any other way… Oh dear…”
Matt was on his knees in the booth now, with his pants shoved down around his thighs, pumping his cock hard with one hand and fingering his ass with the other. His eyes were closed, his mouth slack with pleasure. Chris stared and felt his own member spring to life.