Heres another excerpt from TM2! Remember all comments are entered to win one of the two copies I’m giving away!
Blurb: Over fifty doesn’t mean too old to find love
London Davies desires a man to take care of and despite the advances of his former lover and partner James, he pushes on to search for another to make him turn in his bachelor badge.
Brandon McFerry has been abused and scarred for the duration of his life. His only saving grace is his talent with the paintbrush. Although he hasn’t made his big break in the industry, he pushes on in hopes that one of his paintings will capture the attention of his obsession: London Davies
This is a romance. The kind that makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside with some hot smexy sex thrown in. An emotional story between two men of different backgrounds searching for the same happy ever after ending!
London sat in the office at Fantasia trying to read over some figures of the earnings from the last couple of days. He sighed and rolled his eyes, even though the club had done fabulously, making much more than they’d expected in this grand opening week. Clearly, his mind wasn’t on this. Instead, he thought of Brandon and what he might be doing at Shocks.
Several times tonight, he contemplated meeting the young man at the club a lot earlier than pick-up time. He missed him just that much and really couldn’t wait till eleven thirty to go get him. London thought tonight should be the night they’d finally spend time getting to know one another sexually. Too hard to wait any longer and he justified his reasoning by saying it wasn’t the first night; at least they’d known and been familiar with one another more than four days now. Surely, this had been enough time to wait before they slept together, right? Had great sex?
There were other instances where London had not waited a long time to get another male or female into bed, especially in his younger days.
Brandon was so much more important, though. He wasn’t just a lay, he was a potential partner.
Still, the waiting killed him and he knew Brandon felt the same.
So, why not go and get him from the club now?
He’d had plenty of fun with his friends. The time approached nine. Brandon should be at the bar, maybe having a cigarette and drink. London hoped the young man felt the same.
Only one way to find out.
London picked up his cell and dialled his man’s number. He propped his feet up on the desk and eyed the door while he waited for Brandon to pick up. “C’mon, love.” He figured that Brandon might not hear it at first. On the fourth ring, it went to voicemail. “Hi, babe, I’m going to come by and get you a little earlier than I thought, alright? I have a couple more things to finish and I should be there by ten. Okay babe, see you in a bit.”
London shook his head and tossed the papers on the desk. Now, wasn’t the time to look over numbers. He couldn’t concentrate anyway. “Time to get going.”
The door opened and James came through, looking spent, fondling his blond locks. “London, I’m tired, I’m about to go home.”
“What? No, I asked you to stay. Remember I’m supposed to be picking Brandon up this evening,”
James shook his head. “Well, I changed my mind, okay? I’ve got a headache. I need to go home and take some medicine or something. Besides, you’re not leaving till closing time.”
“No, I’m cutting out now. There’s been a change of plans. Just pop a couple of pills and get back out there. Don’t tell me you’re leaving just because of a little old headache.”
“Well, you’re leaving because of the ache in your groin. You really are distracted, London. All you can think about is Brandon. We do have a business to run here!”
“You’re right on both counts but the part about Brandon really sticks in your craw, doesn’t it? It’s not you I’m fawning over and you’re jealous,” he chided.
“Yeah, I am,” he pouted. “But at the same time, you’re not acting as if you want to be a businessman anymore. You’re losing focus!” He sat on the edge of the desk.
London actually agreed, but no way would he admit that to James. Val is here! “Again…” He leaned forward, his mouth right by James’ ear. “If it were you I thought about, this wouldn’t be an issue.” He kissed his ear.
James winced and shrugged away. “Don’t start anything you can’t finish, my friend.”
“Ha! Yeah well, believe me I won’t. Now, go on, take a couple of those pills, and go manage the club. Valeria is here to help you, isn’t she?”
“Yes, yes, that’s not the point, though. This is our first week and you’re taking off early a lot, just so you can be around that young chap.” He slammed a magazine down on the desk.
London slipped on his coat. “As I said, if we were doing this and leaving together, it wouldn’t be an issue. You just can’t stand to see me happy without you. Listen, after the place closes, why not go to the Manhole and get yourself some? Don’t you have a book you can look through and pick a man out to relieve that tension or something? The headache might be from lack of sex. I know I’ve been getting them lately, which is why I’m about to go take care of this need tonight.” He opened the door.
“What, what.” He hopped off. “You just met the man. You know nothin’ about him. You—”
“I know just enough to let me know how much I want him, James. No more of this dilly-dallying. I want to be with Brandon. Period.” London walked out of the office. Once he closed the door, he heard his partner yelling at the top of his lungs. He grinned to himself and walked out the back to the lot where his car was waiting for him.
James had spoken the truth about London losing focus. He had good reason though, a hot man he desperately wanted to be with. It had been a long time since he had a special someone in his life. He’d dated several women; some for a month, others for much longer. When he finally started admitting to himself that he liked men, he never had any long-lasting relationships, only moments or nights and truthfully, there weren’t that many to speak of to get a clear gauge.
He’d made up in his mind that he’d be a bachelor a long time ago, but now he felt that would no longer be the case. London wanted Brandon as his lifelong partner, his lover. He wanted him out that terrible apartment and living with him ASAP, away from those men who called themselves his friends. He was sure they were only hangers on that wanted to bed him.
London wanted to make sure there would be no competition and he’d start by recommending to Brandon that he cut ties. He didn’t trust either of them to stay away from his potential man.
He picked up his phone once again. After four rings, the message came up again but this time, London decided to pull over and send a text.
‘I’ll be there in a half hour. Be ready to leave. I miss you.’