This is one of my favorite m/m pieces and I love the cover to death. I hope you enjoy!
Rebel Ink Press
Life meant nothing for composer Parker Skye. With his life partner taken by a brain tumor, Parker could barely get through the day. Hiding inside his mansion, he worked on his music and avoided the world. Unable to put the past behind him, a new relationship was not in the cards and yet his dark hungers for sharing a D/s lifestyle remained, burning into his soul. When a fire destroyed his office and threatened his beloved erotic art collection, he enlisted the help of a friend to find a contractor. Jack White knew of the perfect man to bring Parker out of his depression. When Parker set eyes on the chocolate rough-hewn man, he was intrigued.
Clark McGraw, Wrath to those that knew him, was an ex con determined to make something of his contracting business. Railroaded into prison for helping a friend, rage remained buried deep inside Wrath along with a damning secret that threatened his sanity. Refusing to take handouts, when his parole officer asked for a favor, Wrath resisted but the moment he met the sun kissed man, sparks flew. As a series of events pushed Wrath beyond his limits of control, his confusion and hunger for Parker grew. Both haunted and damaged, their respective pasts came crashing in. Which meant unfortunately, a difficult choice had to be made.
Parker stood shaking his head as the adjuster walked around the shell of an office taking copious notes.
“And you’re sure it was started by the fax machine?” The woman asked as she lifted her glasses, her harsh gaze locked onto the melted plastic.
“Well, only as sure as the fire department was, Ms. Martin.”
“Well, sometimes they can be wrong. Are they doing a follow up investigation?” The woman eyed Parker.
Frowning, he tamped back an ugly rebuttal as he heard the sound of a truck rumbling up his driveway. “They didn’t seem to think there was any need. I’m getting their report tomorrow.”
“I’ll just take a few pictures.”
You do that. “Sure. Seems I have company.” As Parker moved out to the lawn, he couldn’t tell who was behind the wheel of the jacked up Black Dodge Ram but he suspected it was Wrath McGraw. At least something was going according to plan today.
As the door opened and the man climbed out, Parker glanced down at the steel tipped cowboy boots then blazed a long, hot trail up the length of the man’s body as his mouth dropped open. Sucking in his breath, he realized his cock was throbbing against the tight confines of his jeans. Jack wasn’t kidding when he’d said the man was huge. Standing at least six and a half feet, Wrath’s midnight hair fell to the middle of his back. Wearing dark shades, a pair of tight black jeans and a tee shirt that showed the exact reason God created man in the first place, the chocolate hunk wore dark and dangerous like a badge of honor.
Whew. Said under his breath, Parker’s pulse rocketed into overdrive as the man walked over, his stride long and powerful. Swallowing hard, Parker realized his foot was tapping involuntarily against the driveway pavement. He’d never reacted to a man this way. A fleeting vision of Wrath’s naked body forced a trickle of sweat down the back of Parker’s neck.
“Parker Skye?” Holding out his hand, the man took off his sunglasses and gazed down into Parker’s eyes.
Wiping the sweat from his palm on his jeans, Parker held out his hand and nodded. “You must be Wrath McGraw.”
Nodding, Wrath’s eyes glimmered. “Jack told you to expect me?”
“Thank you for coming on such short notice.”
“I owe Jack a lot. He said you had a fire?” Cocking his head, Wrath stole a glance down Parker’s form before looking toward the house.
Catching the look, Parker fought a grin as he guided them around the corner of the structure. “Yeah. Damn fax machine.”
“Happens more often than you’d think.”
The sound of Wrath’s husky voice sent a series of electric jolts skating down Parker’s spine. “Tell that to my insurance adjuster.”
Wrath chuckled. “I’d be happy to. While I’m here, I’ll work up an estimate. And I’ll try and work with the insurance numbers.”
“Don’t worry about that.” Parker caught Wrath’s look of surprise. “Not that I’m not going to take the insurance check, it’s just that I’ve wanted to redo the space anyway. Perhaps we can talk about a new design. I mean…if you don’t have too many engagements over the next couple of months.” Why the hell was he so nervous around this guy? It sure as hell had nothing to do with the fact Wrath was an ex con. In truth, Parker was so turned on he could barely focus.
“I can’t say I have a lot going on. I’d be happy to try and help you.” Parker caught the edge in Wrath’s voice as he scrutinized the gaping holes and scarred wood.
“I’ll leave you so you can get to work. Just come on in the house when you’re done securing everything.”
Turning to go, Parker inched back and smiled, trying to make Wrath feel more comfortable. “And of course I’ll pay you for today’s work when you’re done.”
“That would be wonderful. I’ll get to work.” Parker caught the smile crossing Wrath’s face.
Parker licked his lips as he walked back inside. There was something about Wrath McGraw that was appealing and it wasn’t entirely the fact Parker wanted to take the man to bed. Chuckling, he rubbed his hand across his mouth and stole a quick glance out the window. There was no doubt he wanted Wrath like no other man. Sadly, as he watched the rough-hewn hunk maneuver large pieces of plywood off the back of his truck, he wasn’t certain he should go through with seeing if he was right about Wrath’s hungers. It had been a long damn time.
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