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Todd Rifkin has sworn off love forever—until he loses his heart to a badly scarred rent boy and stumbles into a deadly game of cat and mouse with a brutal stalker out for revenge.
Struggling to make enough money to buy a friend’s bar and grill to fulfill a promise, Todd Rifkin vows to let nothing stand in his way. Nothing, that is, until a friend’s call for help. Bailing his friend out of trouble might cost Todd his dream. Now he is scrambling to make up the loss and reluctantly takes on the job of errand boy for his boss’ spoiled ex-lover.
Bliss Busby has no memory of the attack that scarred his face. Scared and reclusive, he has no interest in Todd’s intrusion into his life. No interest, that is, until somebody starts scattering cinnamon hearts at his door. Now Todd is the only one standing between Bliss and a mysterious stalker.
Years ago, Todd lost the love of his life in a violent twist of fate. After a night with a knife-wielding maniac, Bliss lost everything. Thrown together by circumstance, Todd and Bliss must unite to battle a hidden force from the past. As Bliss struggles to remember the attack that wrecked his life, and Todd struggles to save him from an attacker that is closer than either of them realizes, their reluctant friendship becomes a passionate love that just might have the power to heal their wounded hearts.
If they live.
Bliss pressed his forehead to the window. The blond was clobbering the big guy. Doing a two-step up and a two-step back, bebopping side to side. Giving the big guy a chance to back off. The blond’s teeth flashed in the shadows, catching the beams of lamplight and splintering them like the glittery sparks off a disco ball.
The blond was hot. Hot like the sun. Like he was flashing rays of energy.
“What’s goin’ on?”
The blond would win. Those broad shoulders rolled, loose and easy. Long legs and a light bounce. The big guy lumbered.
“Back off. Lemme see.” Cruz shouldered his way to the window, looked out and groaned. “Fuck, Rif. What the hell?”
“Yeah. Pay attention, Brice. You print his checks.”
“The checks don’t come with pictures on them, Cruz.
And don’t call me that.”
“Wait here… Bliss.”
The mockery in Cruz’s voice boomed in Bliss’ head and felt like a pair of hands clamping down on his ears, crushing against the tiny bones inside. Wincing, he took his place back at the window in time to watch the blond bend over and rush the big guy. The glass was cold and chilled his forehead where he touched it. This close up, he couldn’t see his reflection. The thrum of music from the bar below reverberated through the vents, the vibration running through the thin glass like a reminder of fragility. One slip below, a conk on the head, and somebody could die. That easy. Nerves buzzed in his belly. He stood poised for the blond to look up. Poised to jump out of sight.
“Still goin’ at it?”
A grunt sounded behind him as Cruz settled back in his place. Without looking, Bliss knew he’d be slumped against the edge of the desk, legs crossed at the ankles, arms folded across his chest. Like he was made out of stone. Six three, 220. Bigger than the bruiser, probably. The tall, dark, and mysterious type.
Cruz had liked him just a few days ago. Now he didn’t like him. And the change was just like that. Like a lamp switching off.
Light to dark.
Friend to nothing.
It rattled him. Not knowing why Cruz didn’t like him.Asking only got him laughed at. Cruz had never laughed at him before. Not the way Doug had. Bliss had always felt safe with Cruz. As though Cruz had an agenda, and Bliss was part of it. Now he just acted like an employee with a job to do.
Taking a breath, Bliss shifted away from the window, still with one eye on the alley below, and tugged on the hood of his jacket to hide the other side of his face.
“No to your drugs, Brice.”
“They’re not drugs.”
“Sweetheart, if you’re callin’ your pills candy now, you have a real problem.”
“I do have a problem. I need to sleep.”
“Go to a doctor.”
“Not my problem.”
Fuck. He pressed closer to the window but could only see the blond now. He stood in the middle of the alley, running his hands through his shaggy hair. Rif. He was Bliss’ type. Blond like Sid. But Sid liked suits and piano concertos and Silver Tree vodka. Rif probably drank beer. He probably tasted like beer, with a warm, slippery tongue. He probably liked girls. “It’s over,” Bliss said.
Kayleigh Sky is a m/m erotic romance writer.
Kayleigh’s stories are tales of struggle and pain, loss and despair. Love is won in the battle to rise out of the depths of darkness. Victory is in the sweet bliss of happily ever after.
Once upon a time Kayleigh hid out in a cold dark garage reading a book her parents forbid her to read. She was nine years old. The book? Giovanni’s Room by James Baldwin, a story of love between two men–well, actually the story was a little more complicated than that, but hey, she was nine.
In the dark of the garage, a light, a passion, a sheer joy for love in all its manifestations awoke.
And love between two men–Hot!
Kayleigh’s men are often broken, always brave, and always memorable.
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