What fear lives in you?
Chances of living
normally seemed to elude Magnum Garrison until now. Embracing his uncommon desires,
Mag grasps a new beginning, one filled with delicious torment. Still, a shadow lingers
over him. Conspiring to untangle from what holds him captive means hazarding a
fate far worse—exposing himself to the world.
Ladron Burnett can’t
help thinking Magnum is a little bit crazy. Yet, something enticingly draws Lad
to Mag’s untamed carnal needs—and his bed. In one sex-filled night, he discovers
a truth about Mag, one that should make him step back. Yet Lad recognizes a connection
so entwined with his own longing he can’t let go.
A voyeuristic journey down a path to love…
M/M
Romance/Voyeurism
Excerpt:
Magnum
observed quite a few empty tables in the tiny space which helped settle his
nerves. West Chester was not only a university town, it was a fair distance
from where he lived and large enough to provide anonymity. Hell, he hadn’t
resided anywhere near here for ten years making it highly unlikely he’d be
recognized. Didn’t really matter at this point because he needed to get out of
the house.
He
yearned…
Noticing
two men scrutinize him, Magnum boldly watched them. Thin blond who, from four
tables away, gave the impression of being early twenties and he was handsome.
The other man compelled full attention. Maybe forty and fucking beautiful. Wavy,
dark hair just past neck length with a fine growth peppering a deeply tanned
and chiseled face. Shoulders were broad and he appeared tall even in a sitting
position. One brow arched as he took in Mag under his hoodie. When he flipped the
covering off, damn if the stranger didn’t lick his lips. His friend smiled and
nodded.
Magnum
approached the bar and ordered a gin straight up. While waiting, he scrutinized
the table once more.
They’re perfect.
“Yes,”
Magnum murmured. Securing his drink, he strode to where they sat. “You guys
together? Don’t want to intrude.”
“Intrude
please. I’m Ladron, you can call me
Lad. This is Josh.”
“Thought
only those who know you call you Lad.”
No
malice in Josh’s voice. Lad eyed the young man sternly and then focused full
attention on Magnum. “I have a feeling we’ll get acquainted.”
“I’m
Magnum. Call me Mag.” Money wouldn’t coerce these men but Magnum sensed
spending some time with him might be agreeable to both. “I’m less than thirty
minutes away if you care to have a few more drinks and… Conversation.” He
stabbed each man with a look. “One night only.”
His
gate squealed as it opened and Magnum made note to have the caretaker oil or perform
whatever maintenance required. Staff shouldn’t be aware every time he came and
went. Curving around the circular drive, he stopped at the front entrance and Josh
parked his pick up behind him. Ladron pulled his car in last. When the men were
ready to leave, the gate would open automatically and immediately lock behind
them.
Lad
reached the landing in front of the door. “Always wondered where a person who
drives a car like yours lived.”
“I
imagine this house is not much different than the one you park that beast in
front of.” Lad drove a new gunmetal gray model of one of the most powerful
muscle cars fabricated in Detroit.
“You’re
right.” He studied the area closely as they waited for Josh who sat in his
truck on the phone. “You have enough security cameras?”
Ladron
was taller and more muscular than Magnum initially presumed. Sweet. “Yes. If I didn’t we’d be at
Motel No Name.” Curious, he commented, “Ladron is Spanish for thief or robber.
How’d you end up with it?”
“This
from a man called Magnum.”
Damn,
his smile brought to mind sunlight and beaches. He’s interested in me. “My family lineage always had big ideas.”
“Mine
is from a way, way back line of
pirates who initially settled in New Orleans.”
“Maybe
I should have turned into that motel.”
“You’re
safe, Magnum. I’ve been domesticated.”
Growl and roar-it's okay to let the beast out. - J. Hali Steele
