Greetings folks. Whats up for me? Well, as Rawiya mentioned, we’re doing a baseball antho in April and I Like Em Pretty will finally be released in March.
Coming up, Under the Gun 2, Vertigo 2 at some point, and my next submission, gay spy thriller Closely Guarded as well as my vampire short for a reader. Very busy me.
For now, enjoy my last full release, True Meaning of Love The Complete Portrait
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!
Brandon maintained eye contact with the object of his desire even as he texted Melton. His gaze roamed over every outline and detail of London’s body. In his mind, he already had his clothes off and was waiting for him in bed.
“Damn.” He licked his lips and looked away. Trying not to embarrass himself, he shoved his hands back into his pockets.
Before he could do anything else, London stood right in front of him. “Hullo there.”
Brandon bent his head forward. “Hullo.” He felt a lump in his throat. Good God, London Davies was actually talking to him—the man who’d been in his dreams forever. “I… um… my name’s Brandon.”
“Nice to meet you, Brandon. I’m London Davies. Are you here alone?”
Brandon smiled and ran his hand through his brown curly locks. “Uh, yes, I am. I… um…know someone here at the party and they invited me, but I do have good reason to be here.”
London bent his head slightly. “I’m sure you do, lovely, no worries. Even if you didn’t, I wouldn’t kick you out in the cold.”
Brandon smiled wryly, not meeting the older man’s gaze. He still had a hard time believing the man he’d been obsessed over for the past two years was gracing little old him with his attention. He wondered if he should let him know about the painting, even though Melton had advised him to wait until he got there. “Ahem, well I appreciate that. Great lookin’ place you have here. It seems to be quite a hit.”
London moved in closer to Brandon. “Thank you.” He grabbed two glasses of champagne from Melton’s tray. “Here you go. You do drink this don’t you?”
“Oh yes,” he lied. He hated the bubbly stuff; it only made him dizzy. He’d already had one glass and struggled to drink that.
Thank goodness Melton appeared to distract London at that moment, so he could slip it back on the bar.
“Sir, this is, Brandon McFerry.”
“Yes, I know. Would you be the man who invited him to the club?”
“Yes, sir. He’s a good man and a great artist.”
Brandon blushed and emptied the glass in one gulp. Although he only had a glass, he felt the effects. “Um, yeah, I−”
“He painted the artwork that I left in your office.” Melton beamed from ear to ear.
Brandon’s eyes widened. He stuffed both hands in his pockets again.
London tilted his head to look at Brandon. “Really? It’s absolutely gorgeous. That would be the reason for you being here, I suppose?”
The young painter shrugged and bit his lip. London’s words made his heart swell. Goose bumps formed on his arms. “Yes, I’ve been an admirer of yours for a long time. I wanted to give you somethin’ to show how much I appreciate what you’re doin’ for the gay youths here in Britain.” So true what he’d said, but his affinity for London had more personal reasons than just his work.
“Well, I’m flattered you took the time to do that.” London gave his flute to Melton. “Thank you, young man, for introducing us. You may leave now.” He gestured for Melton to depart.
Melton bowed and walked away.
As Melton took his leave, Brandon felt a nervousness creeping up again. He tried his best not to stare at the hot looking man in front of him, but failed miserably.
As usual, the man’s hair looked perfect. A shade of light brown, it was cut right at his neckline. His muscular torso filled the tuxedo he wore very well. Brown eyes twinkled underneath nicely shaped eyebrows. London’s nose was just the right size, along with full lips that appeared to be quite kissable.
Brandon had always admired everything about this man from afar; now that they were face to face, it seemed he’d lost his nerve, as well as his ability to speak.
“Look, don’t be antsy. I won’t bite unless you bite first.” London chuckled. He held out his hand. “Come with me to the office so we can look at your art a little closer.”
“Sorry, I—” he felt his cheeks flush. “I can’t help it. You’re my hero.”
And my obsession.
London laughed. “That’s sweet.” He gripped Brandon’s palm before reaching across the bar to grab a bottle of Cristal and two glasses. “You need to relax and I know a little of this will do the trick.”
Brandon winced and glanced at the beverage. He knew he’d be very relaxed while drinking that. He just hoped he wouldn’t embarrass himself. Or worse, pass out. It hadn’t happened before, but he believed in first times for everything, especially at the wrong occasions.
Michael Mandrake pens complex characters already comfortable with their sexuality. Thorough these, he builds worlds not centered on erotica but rather the mainstream plots we might encounter in everyday life through personal experiences or the media. To find out more please visit http://tabooindeed.blogspot.com.
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