Friday, July 23, 2010

Netting Neptune by KC Kendricks

Netting Neptune
Contemporary gay romance

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Theron Bowman is in the throes of a mid-life crisis. At forty, he needs to make some serious decisions about his future. He splurges on a two-week vacation in the Caribbean, and like everything else in his life, things go horribly awry and he ends up working to pay for his room.

Forced by his father to break ties with his family, Colby Denton came to rest on St. Lucia, and opened an exclusive resort. To celebrate his tenth year on the island, and his birthday, Colby arranges for a series of festive beachside parties. When a sexy sea god swims out of the ocean in front of him, Colby has a brand new plan – netting Neptune.


“Listen, Colby, I’ll pay you once I get home. You’re trying to run a business here.”

“And I can afford to do a nice thing for a stranded traveler. Now give me the name of whatever official you spoke with, and I’ll make a few calls. Maybe your luggage will turn up.”

Theron pulled an envelope from his canvas duffle bag and handed it to me. The business card was stuck in the fold and I recognized the name listed. The man liked to make sure everyone knew he was in charge, but I groveled like a pro, when necessary, to get what I wanted.

“Thanks, man. I really owe you.”

I shook my head. “You really don’t, so let’s just forget it, okay? If we don’t, we’ll sit here all day and not get anything done.” I slid the cold crab dip at him. “Tell me what you think about this.”

Theron scooped up a healthy helping on a wheat cracker and shoved the whole thing in his mouth. I watched his pink tongue flick bits of dip off his lower lip. His gaze locked with mine. Very slowly he licked his upper lip. I squirmed in my seat. He didn’t even try to stop from laughing at me as he went for another cracker. I held his gaze.

“If you tease me like that again, babe, I’m gonna lick the extra off for you.”

He broke the cracker in half and handed a portion to me. “I wouldn’t want you to go to any more trouble for me.”

I took the cracker. “You’re a slick one, Mr. Bowman, but I’m known for my persistence.”

He popped a melon ball into his mouth, and swallowed. “I sorta figured that out about you.”

Before I could reply, Josie tapped me on the shoulder. “Sorry to interrupt, but you’re needed at the front desk, Colby.”

“I’ll be right there.” I turned back to my guest. “Please. Finish your meal, then come inside and find either Josie or me. Josie, if you can’t find me, please take Mr. Bowman to my suite so he can get a shower and relax for a while.”

I didn’t linger. The sooner I took care of whatever problem had occurred, the quicker I could get Theron alone. After that, I was already too worked up over this guy and it wouldn’t be smart to speculate.

Right. I planned to cast a net over my Neptune and give him a Southern Cross night to remember.

The problem at the front desk was minor. The computer had pulled one of its usual tricks. I inputted my password, the software reset, and all was well. I slipped into my office and called the local airfield. Better to start with folks who were friendly. If they had off-loaded Theron’s suitcase, then I’d grovel.

They were certain Theron’s luggage had not been removed from the plane, and had no idea how it had been missed. It was likely back in Charlotte, North Carolina by now. I made another call, this one to the States to a travel agent friend of mine. He agreed to make a few stateside calls. The suitcase had to be somewhere, and I wanted to know where. Once I had the information, a decision based on my guest’s plans was possible.

Meanwhile, Theron could borrow some of my clothes for tonight. Maybe, just maybe, I’d manage to steal a kiss, or more, before the party started. I checked the patio and he was gone, so I headed for my suite with all due haste. The sound of the shower spray zinging against the tiles greeted me.

My knees quivered with the knowledge he was behind the door, naked. I had to let him know I was here. I couldn’t let him stroll out of the bathroom in his birthday suit, all clean, smelling fresh like soap, and dripping wet. Could I?
No, damn it.

I knocked on the bathroom door and told him I was in the living area. He called back to me, his voice muffled by running water and the wooden door between us.


I raised my voice a few decibel levels. “I said I’m out here.”

“You could be in here, you know.”

Say…why the hell not?

Cock swelling, pulse skipping, I set a new “stripping world record” and opened the door. Through the clear glass enclosure, Theron’s gaze slammed into mine, wanting yet wary. I paused, shivering in the steam teasing my sweaty skin. His gaze flicked down to my erection, hanging heavy, and mine went to his.

Completely aroused, his penis jutted out, full and rosy red. Cut, he was a solid eight inches, maybe a bit more, with prominent veins. I was of an equal length, but he looked to have me on girth. From the sudden gleam in his green eyes, I didn’t think it a problem.

“Are you coming…in?” He stroked his cock with a soapy hand.

Book One of the Southern Cross series
#6 Best Seller, Amber Allure, September 2009
ISBN-13: 978-1-60272-573-7

Also available:

Book Two of the Southern Cross series
ISBN-13: 978-1-60272-586-7

Book Three of the Southern Cross series
ISBN-13: 978-1-60272-599-7

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Monday, July 12, 2010

By Christiane France

This book is part of the new AmberPax THAT’S AMORE .

When burned-out mystery writer, Mark Salvatore asked to borrow the old family home in the hills near Genoa, Italy for some much needed R&R, he envisioned a blissful summer enjoying the warm Italian sun, hanging out with the villagers, eating good home made Italian food, and drinking the local wine.

However, after a frustrating trip via Paris and Nice, Mark finally arrives in Santa Fiori in the rain to find the house has been trashed. Chickens and ducks from a nearby farm have taken possession of the living room, and there’s a naked man asleep under a pile of blankets in the bedroom.

Tony Wheeler is English and says he’s in Italy on business. He also tells Mark that his car has been stolen, and he’s waiting for his clothes to dry and the weather to clear before he can walk to the village to inform the police. For all Mark knows, he could be a drifter, a drunk, or just about anything. However, Mark’s just heard about a bank robbery in Milan just a few hours ago. The thieves got away with the loot and immediately Mark’s creative processes go into high gear. Milan is less than a hundred miles north, and Santa Fiori is just off the main Milan-Genoa highway. What if Tony Wheeler is just an alias? What if he’s one of the thieves, hiding out in the hills until the heat is off?

Mark thought Tony might be gay, but he didn’t know for sure and, despite the attraction, he was content to leave it at that. The same with Tony’s story about being a businessman who’d had his car stolen. It didn’t matter to Mark who or what he was. However, if he had to lie here, wide awake, and pass the time working on story ideas, it was safer to cast Tony in the role of an evil, bank-robbing villain rather than a fabulous lover.
But if Tony the bank robber was fleeing the scene of a crime what was he doing out here in the back of beyond alone and without money or transportation?
Mark concentrated, hard. Maybe the whole gang had hidden out here for a few days until the heat was off and Tony was accidentally left behind? That could account for the current condition of the house, but no, crooks hung together, they wouldn’t have left him behind.
Something, he guessed it was probably the same toe touched Mark’s other leg. With no place to go and still stay in the bed, he kept his thoughts firmly fixed on Tony The Villain.
Supposing the gang got into an argument over the division of the spoils? The driver of the getaway car had stopped, one of the other gang members had settled things by pushing Tony out, and then they’d driven off? No, that wouldn’t work either because in that case Tony would still have his wallet. Unless he’d only pretended he didn’t have it to back up the stolen car story when the owner of the house showed up.
Tony’s pants and shirt were soaked and the blanket had no pockets, so they weren’t in any of those. Anyway, Tony would have had no reason to hide anything. He was alone in what he’d thought was an abandoned house. But what if Tony had been kicked out of the car sans jacket and possessions. No way could he tell that to the house owner. A stolen car made for a much better story.
Suddenly, Tony moved in closer and Mark felt a hand, move over his body and begin stroking his cock.
Fuck! Now what? Thankfully, he was fully clothed. Should he assume Tony was dreaming and push his hand away? Yell at him to cut it out? Get out of bed and go for a walk? Or just stay here and enjoy it?