Money may buy a lot of things...except true
love.
Because true love is...
Because true love is...
ABOUT THE BOOK
Sparks ignite when Cupid takes aim at two
mortals in Las Vegas: Randy Jones, an average guy on a company vacation, looks
into Garrett’s eyes at a craps table and time stands still. Throwing aside
everything he believes, Randy engages in a torrid two-night affair with
Garrett—only to panic when he realizes he’s fallen in love.
Cynical billionaire Garrett Shiffler has
everything money can buy, and most of his dates can’t see past the dollar
signs. Life has taught him that innocence and love are figments of the
imagination. But when Randy disappears, taking with him feelings Garrett
thought he’d never know, Garrett wages the most important battle of his life to
win Randy's love—but this time he fights with his heart, not his bank account.
Meanwhile, Cupid wonders what happened.
His golden arrows never fail unless the Fates interfere. If Garrett wants to
win Randy back, he’s going to have to do it on his own, because the Fates have
other plans for Cupid.
EXCERPT
They stepped closer and Randy’s body was
as tense as a drawn bow. What would a suave, sophisticated guy do in this
situation? Suave, right. Randy just hoped he didn’t make an idiot out of
himself.
Randy’s breathing increased as he chewed
his lip. His heart sped up as Garrett leaned into him. Would the kiss be hard
and brutal, his mouth claimed by an onslaught of passion that would leave him
breathless and bruised? He moaned in surprise as Garrett’s mouth sweetly moved
on his.
From one heartbeat to the next, pleasure
exploded in Randy’s mind. He hadn’t expected such gentleness. Throwing caution
to the wind, he grasped Garrett’s hips and pulled him closer. Garrett’s tongue
explored his mouth, that sinful goatee tickling his chin. When Garrett nudged
his head to the side and nibbled a path down Randy’s neck, he willingly bared
his throat. And moaned again when Garrett sucked hard on the tender skin near
his collarbone.
Randy, squirming from the sensations,
rubbed his leg up and down Garrett’s thigh. One of Garrett’s hands drifted down
and lifted Randy’s leg higher, palming his ass as he kneaded the firm flesh.
The electricity that jumped between them had Randy shaking.
“Garrett,” Randy gasped as Garrett found a
particularly good spot, “there’s gotta be cameras in here.”
Garrett held Randy tightly for a moment,
their bodies crushed together, before he released him and moved away. He
mumbled under his breath about how could Randy think, much less clearly, at
that moment. Randy leaned against the elevator wall, eyes closed, and tried to
bring his rampaging body under control. The elevator dinged and lurched to a
stop, causing Randy to stumble into Garrett.
He slid his arm around Randy to steady him
and didn’t let go when the doors parted. Garrett pulled Randy toward his suite,
throwing the door open. Once inside he slammed the door shut, spun Randy
around, and trapped him against the back of the door. He slammed his mouth over
Randy’s, picking up where he left off in the elevator until Randy was gasping
for air.
“Let me be very clear,” Garrett panted
into his mouth. “I want you in my bed. I want you desperate, wild, and
begging.”
“I’m to the desperate phase now.” Randy
trembled, trapped between him and the door. “Wild is right around the corner,
and begging isn’t far behind.”
Garrett’s thumb traced over Randy’s swollen
bottom lip. “That’s what I like about you, Randy, you speak your mind and don’t
play games. I can’t tell you what a turn on that is for me.”
“I don’t have the first clue how to play
games like you’re talking about, nor do I want to.”
“And thank God for it.” That jaded little
devil on Garrett’s shoulder rolled his eyes. This guy either was very good, or
very innocent. “Now, let me show you my bedroom. I can’t wait much longer to
have you in my bed.”
Garrett ushered him through the living
area, not giving him time to admire the softly lit main area. He opened a door
to a large room that held a beautifully made bed with a sinfully black silk
bedspread. The room was done in dark woods and masculine tones with paintings
and photography from some extremely well-known artists. It shrieked authority,
money, and power. The curtains were open, letting in the light from the city.
Garrett stepped behind Randy and turned
him toward the mirrored closet. Garrett unbuttoned his shirt, parted the
fabric, and placed his hands on Randy’s stomach. Taking his time, he ran his
hands up Randy’s chest, dragging the pleasure out until he reached those perky
nipples that begged for attention. Garrett flicked both hard peaks, making
Randy arch in his arms. Then he rolled them between his thumb and forefinger as
they both watched their reflection.
“So very hot,” Garrett whispered in
Randy’s ear as his fingers teased the nubs until Randy moaned.
Randy reached behind him and wrapped his arm
around Garrett’s neck, dragging him closer. That bulge that pressed against
Randy’s ass was huge and had his imagination sitting up, tail thumping. It had
been a long time since a lover affected him this way. Randy leaned his head
back against Garrett’s shoulder and watched, heavy-eyed, as Garrett’s hands
drifted down and undid his belt.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
M.A. Church lives in the southern United
States and spent many years in the elementary education sector. She is married
to her high school sweetheart and they have two children. Her hobbies are
gardening, walking, attending flea markets, watching professional football,
racing, and spending time with her family on the lake.
But her most beloved hobby was reading.
Even at an early age she can remember hunting for books at the library. Later
nonhuman and science fiction genre’s captured her attention and drew her in the
worlds the authors’ had created. But always at the back of her mind was that
one day, when the kids were older and she had more time, she would write a
book.
By sheer chance she stumbled across a gay
male romance story on the web and was hooked. A new world opened up and she
fell in love. Thus the journey started. When not writing or researching, she
enjoys reading the latest erotic and mainstream romance novels.
Visit M.A. at her blog - Decadent Delights: Where Romance Begins
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