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SIMPLY IRRESISTIBLE – m/m contemporary adult R

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Simply Irresistible
by Christiane France
ISBN-13: 978-1-61124-474-8 (Electronic)

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When Cal and Rob first met, they were star-struck, wet-behind-the-ears teenagers who thought all it took to make it in Hollywood was a great body and good looks. Cal eventually gave up the dream and became a reporter for an entertainment magazine, while Rob went on to become a major motion picture star.
Over the next few years, they broke up and got back together a dozen or more times. Then Rob hit a bad patch when Cal caught him with another man and kicked him out. Now, almost two years have passed without a word. Cal has no idea if Rob is even dead or alive, until Rob calls Cal’s boss out of the blue and offers to do an interview—on condition that Cal flies to England where Rob is living so they can talk face-to-face.
Because of their personal history, Cal knows he’s the best person to interview Rob, and so does his boss. But since Cal is still in love with the man, will the trip to London result in even more heartbreak?
NOTE: This story is part of the London Calling series.
Excerpt:
…My back was to the door, and I didn’t hear it open. The only the warning I received of Rob’s presence was a whiff of his signature cologne. I turned to find him standing less than a foot away. I had no idea how long he’d been there.
He was wearing jeans and a T-shirt, and I noticed he’d put on weight since the last time I saw him. Back then, he was thin as a rail, so the extra pounds were a big improvement. Apart from a few strands of silver in his otherwise dark brown hair, he looked pretty much the way he had before he’d started drinking liquor out of the bottle instead of a glass. For that I was glad.
“Hi.”
We both said it at the same time, then laughed. In spite of everything and my determination to keep my distance, I hoped he’d close the gap, take me in his arms and hug me as long and as hard as I wanted to hug him. I couldn’t believe it didn’t happen, and I didn’t understand why.
What was he waiting for? Rob and I were soul mates; two halves of a whole.
A tic started in my neck. My chest felt tight, I was having trouble with my breathing, and my cock was making its wants known by pressing hard against the zipper of my pants. This was ridiculous. The feelings were still there between us as hot and as strong as the day we first met. No matter what had happened in the past, or what promises I’d made about not getting involved again, I knew it wouldn’t take long before we forgot the unimportant things. We still wanted one another. No matter how we might pretend otherwise, it was as simple as that. We wanted to rip off our clothes, jump into the nearest bed and fuck our brains out.
At least that’s what I thought, until I noticed the tight, humorless smile on Rob’s face. The smile that said hell would freeze over before anything like that happened between us.
Then I remembered this was business. I was here in my professional capacity and at his insistence. If he’d brought me here for any reason other than the interview, it would be up to him to make the first move. And that showed no sign of happening any time soon.
My joy at seeing him again and every emotion I’d felt dissipated, fast. I should have expected something like this. It was almost two years since we’d split for good, and life moved on. His certainly had. He was back in England, living what appeared to be a very nice life in a better than average house. At a guess, I’d say he’d found someone new. He’d never liked living alone. But whatever! His personal life was no longer my concern.
I watched as he trailed a finger along the edge of the library table and wondered what he was thinking.
“So, when did you arrive? I expected you this morning.” His tone was cool, polite, and slightly chiding, like a doctor or a teacher letting you know you’d failed them in some way.
I explained about the unexpected length of the stopover in New York and then sleeping in until noon. I didn’t feel like apologizing, so I didn’t. None of it was my fault.
“Well, at least you’re here now.”
Rob hesitated, as if he didn’t know what to say next. Our final parting had been far from amicable. Things had been said that weren’t easily forgotten. In spite of that and the fact I was here on assignment and not as a friend, a brief hug would have cleared the air a little. But the moment had passed, and it was too late for that now.
“It’s nice to see you, Cal. I appreciate you coming over. How have you been? Well, I trust.”
I took a mental and then a physical step back. I hadn’t expected this to be easy. I knew meeting again was bound to feel a little awkward, maybe even downright difficult. If Rob thought we could avoid all that by keeping things formal, I wasn’t about to argue. Going by our history it was probably for the best…
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LOOKING FOR ANSWERS – m/m contemporary adult R

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LOOKING FOR ANSWERS
By Christiane France

http://www.amberquill.com/store/p/1945-Looking-For-Answers.aspx

The sequel to It’s Complicated and the second book in the Peninsula Heights series.

Blurb:

When P.I. Marcus D’Angelo is asked to investigate the rumors of shakedowns and extortions in Little Italy involving Sal Ravello, he enlists the help of new neighbor and unemployed news reporter, Jake Reilly. Peninsula Heights has never had a problem with organized crime and Marcus doubts they have one now. He figures it’s most likely a falling out among friends that’s turned into an old-fashioned vendetta. But whatever the cause, it’s the perfect opportunity for Marcus to find out if the attraction he feels for Jake is mutual or merely wishful thinking on his part.

Excerpt:

After I refilled our glasses, I joined Jake at the counter where he was carving the chicken. What with the sexy looks he’d been sending my way and the tension that had been building since the day we first met by the elevator, I was more than ready for a little action. This was what I wanted, what I intended to have. And since one of us had to make the first move, I gave into temptation and ran a hand slowly over his ass.
Jake gave a sound somewhere between a groan and a growl. He didn’t push me away, so I let my hand drift a little lower, within a gnat’s breath of his balls. It felt fucking amazing to be close to him like this. I wanted to get even closer and bury my face in his warmth. I’d been hard from the moment I stepped through the door. His track pants hid whatever he was feeling, but the way his muscles tensed in response to my touch told me all I needed to know. He wanted me every bit as much as I wanted him. “I’m tired of talking. Thought you would be, too, by now.”
He made another sound, deep in his throat, as he turned and cupped my face in his hands. I saw heat simmering in his dark eyes, smelled the wine on his breath, the fabric softener on his T-shirt, and felt shivers of anticipation skipping up and down my spine.
He bent his head slightly. Our lips touched and as his tongue invaded my mouth, I slid my fingers under the elastic waistband of his pants and eased them over his hips. With his engorged shaft now free of confinement, I broke free of the kiss and looked down at a good eight inches of solid deliciousness. He was cut, he was thick, and he was about to make my every dream come true.

Christiane France
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IT’S COMPLICATED – m/m contemporary, adult R

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It’s Complicated
by Christiane France

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This is the first book in my Peninsula Heights series. I’ll p0ost something later from the sequel, Looking For Answers.

Blurb:

Pete Letouche and Mitch Ravello lusted over one another in high school, but that’s as far as it went until prom night when a couple of drinks gave them the courage to put their thoughts into action and share their first sexual experience.
With Pete’s father chief of police and Mitch’s reputed to be the local crime boss, Pete knew there could never be anything more between them than that one night.
Shortly thereafter, Pete left town. First to train as a master chef and then work at different hotels all over the country. But during that time he never quite forget Mitch and he never lost sight of his childhood dream to one day own a gourmet food shop like his grandmother’s family once had.
Ten years have passed. Pete is back and his shop is both a reality and a success. He’s on top of the world until Mitch walks into the shop and announces he’s taken over the note Pete signed for the down-payment on the building where the shop is located.
Pete knows Mitch’s father suffered a heart attack and is now in a vegetative state with no hope of recovery. What he doesn’t know is who took over Sal Ravello’s business of loan sharking and shaking down local business? His son is his obvious successor, but Mitch says not. Pete has no way of knowing if Mitch is telling the truth and to make matters worse the feelings they once had for one another are still alive and well. Pete figures the feelings amount to nothing more than warmed over old memories. But when Mitch invites him to dinner at his place, Pete decides to go. A private, face to face meeting could be the perfect opportunity to find out about the present and put the past to rest.

Excerpt:
Mitch came closer and stroked a hand down my cheek. “Deny it if you must, but you know damn well whatever we felt for one another all those years ago is still very much alive and well. This is what we both want and I see no reason to fight it.”
I’d known that when I first saw Mitch at the store and realized who he was. I’d been fighting it ever since. It was prom night all over again, complete with all the wanting, the hot rush of excitement, and that same small element of fear in knowing who he was, where it might lead, and what would happen if anyone found out. Except now I was an experienced adult who had more sense than to start something I might not be able to stop.
“I can’t.”
“There’s someone in your life?”
“No.”
“Then why not?”
“Because… You know why not.”
“You mean because of our parents?”
“What else? If we lived in a different town, then maybe. But we were both born and raised here in the Heights, Mitch. Everyone knows who we are.”
“So what? People no longer care about stuff like that.”
“My dad sure does. He’d hit the roof. And then people would start talking.”
“No, they wouldn’t.”
“Yes, they damn well would. And it’s not just my dad. I have a business and employees to consider.”
“And they’ll all be fine no matter what you and I do. You were gone a long time, babe. Things have changed since we were kids.”
“The way people think hasn’t. At least not here in the Heights.”
He shrugged. “You sure about that?”
“Of course I’m sure.”
“Then do me a favor and ask your dad what he thinks about me. You might be surprised.”
I looked up, figuring he had to be joking, but the look on his face was serious rather than amused. “Are you out of your mind? If I even mentioned I had dinner with you, he’d either disown me or have a coronary. Maybe both. As for telling him anything else…”
Mitch was nuts if he thought peoples’ opinions changed when it came to a piece of juicy gossip. And with everyone knowing who our fathers were made it even worse. We didn’t stand a chance. I had to put a stop to whatever was going on between us and the only way of doing that was to turn around and walk away. I took a deep breath and a small step back, determined to stay strong. I’d said no. Now I needed to let him know I meant it by getting the hell out of here.
I made it to the door, but Mitch followed and moved in close. I smelled his scent and felt my control start to slip. He had me trapped. If I could just look away… Then his lips curved in a smile and the last threads of my resistance disappeared like fallen leaves in a late October breeze.
He cupped my face in his hands and brushed his lips against mine. His touch sent shivers down my spine and started the familiar ache in my balls.
“I won’t tell if you don’t,” he whispered against my mouth.
“There’s nothing to tell.”
“Ah, but there will be, babe. Just quit talking and touch me. I need to know you want this as much as what I do.”
“What if we only think we want this?” I could feel perspiration running down my back. I wanted Mitch as much as he wanted me, but I couldn’t just give in. I needed to think of the possible consequences and everything I stood to lose…

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SOME PLACE ONLY WE KNOW – m/m contemporary adult R

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Some Place Only We Know
by Christiane France
ISBN-13: 978-1-60272-450-1 (Electronic) http://www.amberquill.com/AmberAllure/SomePlaceOnlyWeKnow.html

BLURB:

Adam Carstairs and Domenic Morton are both trapped in the closet. Adam because he’s never found the courage to do more than wonder whether or not he’s gay, and Domenic because he fears being disowned by his family.

The pair first meet at a local hospital where Adam is a volunteer, and Domenic is visiting his older brother who has been badly injured in an auto accident. The day Domenic learns his brother is unlikely to recover, he and Adam go for a walk on the Niagara Escarpment. The weather closes in and when they’re caught in a freak snowstorm, they shelter in an abandoned cottage where they take the opportunity to explore their feelings for one another. However, when Adam awakens the following morning to find Domenic gone and a note about Domenic’s brother having taken a turn for the worse, Adam figures Domenic used his brother’s condition as an excuse to disappear. Adam feels used and abused and hopes never to see Domenic again. But when Domenic turns up at Adam’s bookstore and explains what happened, can the men pick up where they left off? off?

EXCERPT:
…After going to the makeshift metal sink, Adam turned on the tap and was rewarded with a steady stream of water. Last time he was here, he’d filled a glass and checked it for clarity and taste. He’d suffered no ill effects, so he was prepared to risk it a second time. “Want a glass of water?”
Domenic shivered and wrapped his arms around himself. “I’d rather have something warm, like a coffee or hot chocolate.”
Adam tossed him one of the blankets, and turned back to pick up the other for himself. “If I we had some logs and a lighter, I’d cross my fingers the chimney is in working condition and start a fire. But we don’t, so we’ll have to make do with these.”
“How about a little body heat instead, bro?”
Domenic’s hands slipped around Adam’s waist from behind, pulling Adam against his hard body. Adam first reaction was to simply freeze. Instead, he closed his eyes and kept perfectly still, almost afraid to breathe. However, Domenic did nothing more than just hold him and, after a moment or two, Adam started to relax.
How long they stood there like that, Adam didn’t know. He felt warm and secure, content to spend forever inside a magical moment that had never before existed beyond the bounds of his imagination. When he finally opened his eyes, the room was in virtual darkness. All he could hear was the soft tenor of Domenic’s breathing. All he could feel or think about was the heat of Domenic’s body. And all he could see beyond the cottage was a world full of whirling, white snowflakes.
He wanted so much to say or do something to let Domenic know this what he wanted, that this what he’d been waiting a lifetime to experience, but he remained where he was, silent and unmoving, reluctant to do anything for fear of breaking the spell. But then Domenic took the initiative, turning him around until they were face to face, and he felt the soft touch of the other man’s lips against his own.
He could smell Domenic’s own special scent–a strange mixture of toothpaste, coffee, the fabric softener from his clothing, male sweat and sex. Scents that managed to combine and blot out the unused, musty aroma of the abandoned cottage and its decrepit furnishings; scents that transported him to another world while indelibly imprinting themselves in the furthermost corners of his mind. This was who he was. And this was the first step on a journey he’d been so afraid of taking, until now.
The tip of Domenic’s tongue found its way between his slightly parted lips, and he welcomed the intrusion, opening his mouth to experience what he’d only read and dreamed about in the privacy of his room. Adam knew this first kiss was supposed to be something special, and it was all that and more. He’d been aware of Domenic from the first time they met, except what he’d felt back then wasn’t even lukewarm to what he was feeling now. From the instant Domenic touched him and his whisker-rough cheek brushed against the sensitive skin of his neck, those initial feelings had intensified ten-fold, rushing through his body like a fast-acting drug. Now, as their tongues tangled and the evidence of Domenic’s arousal pressed hard against his own, his body was on fire with needs that turned his blood to fire and his thoughts to a raging inferno of questions only Domenic could answer.
Adam held his breath as Domenic opened his jacket, unbuttoned the waistband of his jeans, and slid the zipper down as far as it would go. Tugging both his jeans and his underpants down to his knees, Domenic wrapped a hand around Adam’s cock and began to tease the tip with the pad of his thumb.
Then, before he could even guess what he had in mind, Domenic knelt down on the filthy floor, slipped a condom over Adam’s dick and took him into his mouth. Adam had never experienced anything quite so exquisite in his whole life. Just the thought of Domenic’s soft, velvety mouth sucking him like this made him want to orgasm. To actually have it happen and luxuriate in the feeling firsthand was like a tiny slice of heaven. Determined to hold on to the moment for as long as possible, Adam closed his eyes, sucked in a deep breath and threaded his fingers through Domenic’s hair. But then Domenic used his free hand to caress Adam’s balls. And for Adam it was game over.

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med_HappyChristmasEndingA Happy Christmas Ending
by Christiane France
ISBN-13: 978-1-61124-525-7 (Electronic) http://www.amberquill.com/AmberAllure/HappyChristmasEnding.html
The sequel to the Amber Allure best-seller Raindrops And Roses…
When Drew and Michael first met, they spent every minute of their free time together, making love, dreaming, planning and generally behaving like they lived on their own private planet. Now, almost three months later, they’re still together, but only just. Michael’s been gradually distancing himself from Drew and he’s not returning Drew’s calls. They’re supposed to be spending Christmas with Michael’s family, so Drew forces a meeting. If Michael has met someone else, he wants to know, and he wants to know now.
Will the holiday turn into a disaster, or will the men have a happy Christmas ending?
NOTE: This story is part of the London Calling series.
Excerpt…
…I waited until after dinner to call Michael. He answered on the third ring.
I didn’t want to come across as pushy or make it sound as if I was checking up on him, so I said, “Hi, it’s Drew. How’s things?”
“Can I call you back?”
It was the same thing he’d said the two other times I’d called and I was still waiting for a call back. Three times in a row was way too much. My internal radar was flashing red alert and I wasn’t about to get brushed off. “Why? You busy or something?”
“I am kind of. Is this important?”
I sighed loudly in the hope he’d hear me. “You mean you have company?”
“No. I umm… Look, Drew. I’m busy. I have a headache, and I really don’t feel like chatting.”
“What’s wrong, Michael? And please don’t say nothing. I’m not stupid or thick, so I know damn well there is. If we’re done, please say so. Otherwise, an explanation would be nice.”
“Okay! So I’m tired, overworked, and I really do have a headache. Satisfied?”
“No, I’m not satisfied. Far from it. You’ve been pulling this overworked and overtired shit on me for weeks. It’s getting old. You don’t want to talk, you don’t want to go anywhere, and now you don’t even return my calls. All of which I take to mean you don’t want to see me. If this is your way of saying we’re over, then spit it out. I’m a big boy, Michael. I can take it. What I can’t take is living in limbo like this.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Drew. I don’t want us to break up. That’s the absolute last thing I want. If I did, I would have said.”
“Then prove it. I haven’t seen you in ages. Let’s get together for a drink. Either here at Jasper’s or I can come over there to you.”
“Sure, but can we please do it some other night?” I heard him suck in a deep breath. “I’m sorry. It’s not you. It’s me. I have a few problems. Things I need to deal with. I wouldn’t be very good company.”
“So what? I thought we were a couple.”
“We are.”
“Well, for your information, couples are supposed to share things—the good times, the bad times, and especially the problems. Or didn’t you read the memo?”…
Either here at
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A HAPPY CHRISTMAS ENDING – m/m contem porary adult R

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A Happy Christmas Ending
by Christiane France
ISBN-13: 978-1-61124-525-7 (Electronic) http://www.amberquill.com/AmberAllure/HappyChristmasEnding.html
The sequel to the Amber Allure best-seller Raindrops And Roses…

Blurb:
When Michael and Drew first met, they spent every minute of their free time together, making love, dreaming, planning and generally behaving like they lived on their own private planet. Three months later they’re still together, but only just. Michael’s been gradually distancing himself from Drew and he’s not returning Drew’s calls. They’re supposed to be spending Christmas with Michael’s family, so Drew forces a meeting. If Michael has met someone else he wants to know. And he wants to know now.

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Excerpt – INDEPENDENCE DAY 2 – m/m contemporary – Adult R

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Independence Day
by Christiane France
ISBN-13: 978-1-60272-645-1 (Electronic)

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The perfect plan for success, or a guaranteed recipe for disaster?
It sounded like such a simple, mutually beneficial arrangement when the idea was hatched over drinks in a bar late one night. A little short-term pain for long-term gain, or so Nick’s ambitious boyfriend, Al, believed. If Nick would take a back seat while Al played the doting husband to Missy, daughter of the town’s leading lawyer for a couple of months, Al’s lifelong dream of a partnership with Hilldale & Partners would finally be achieved. In return, Missy would be out from under her daddy’s thumb, free to follow her own alternative lifestyle. And then, after a short interval, Nick and Al could pick up where they left off, and everyone would live happily ever after.
As far as spur-of-the-moment plans went, this one sounded perfect.
What could possibly go wrong?
NOTE: Don’t miss the sequel, Independence Day II, available April 2010!
EXCERPT:
Al closed his eyes, all the better to absorb Nick’s nearness, along with his taste and his smell. He couldn’t believe how much he’d missed Nick. Or how downright boring his life had become without Nick there to love and motivate him. If Nick had been patient and waited just a little while longer until Al was able to straighten out a few things and be offered the partnership at Hilldale’s he’d always dreamed of, anything would have been possible. Despite Al’s requests, however, Nick had refused to even try to understand how fragile these things were. How loyalty and ambition were the measure of a man at Hilldale. And how everything Al had spent this past year working his ass off to achieve could be lost by nothing more complicated than being seen even briefly in the company of the wrong person.
As Nick’s eager tongue tangled with his, Al gripped Nick’s butt cheeks, rubbing his aroused cock against Nick’s burgeoning shaft. For weeks now, Al had gotten hard just thinking about Nick. In fact, it had been so bad on the plane coming down to Vegas, he’d had to go to the bathroom twice and jerk off like an over-sexed teenager. Now he was hard again, aching with the need to lose himself in Nick’s heat.
He ran a finger down Nick’s crack. Damn, but this felt so fucking good. What had Nick been thinking about, taking off without as much as a single word? Nick knew Al’s marriage was nothing more than a joke, a convenient and temporary arrangement for all concerned—a way around a major obstacle on the road to success. It was a means to an end and nothing more.
He opened the zipper on Nick’s pants and slipped a hand inside, his breath catching with excitement as his fingers encountered the kind of heat and hardness that made his belly cramp and his heart beat faster. He wanted Nick’s cock in his mouth. He wanted to suck him, and then he wanted Nick to do the same thing to him and more. He wanted to feel Nick’s big rod, ramming up his ass. He wanted…
Al’s hands were shaking with a combination of frustration and long-suppressed need, but somehow he managed to unsnap Nick’s pants and push them down, along with his boxers. For a brief second, he hesitated. In the old days, they’d never bothered with condoms, but now, after all these months apart? Did he dare take a chance? Refusing to think about what Nick might or might not have been doing, he removed one of the tiny packages he’d put in his pocket before leaving his room, knelt down and quickly sheathed Nick’s arousal with the protective covering.
He took a deep breath, wrapped his lips around Nick’s cock, and began stroking the tip with his tongue the way he knew Nick liked. Then, as he began to suck, a shudder ran through Nick’s body and he began pushing hard against Al’s mouth. Once he had Nick all the way in, Al began to caress Nick’s balls with one hand while he probed the entrance to his hole with the forefinger of the other.
Nick pushed again, and Al began to suck harder. Much as he enjoyed leisurely lovemaking, this was not the time. He knew Nick was on the verge of coming, and from the way his own cock was straining against the confinement of his clothing, Al knew it wasn’t far off for himself either. Continuing to keep Nick in his mouth, he undid his own pants, feeling a rush of excitement as his engorged penis sprang free and he was able to cradle its heat and hardness in his hands. He began to caress himself lightly from root to tip. Then, as he felt Nick’s whole body stiffen and he heard him groan, he began sucking Nick harder and rubbing himself faster, until suddenly it was like the whole world was exploding around him. He felt dizzy with relief, and delirious with happiness. And here he’d been afraid Nick had taken off because he no longer loved or wanted him.

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Excerpt – INDEPENDENCE DAY – m/m/ contemporary Adult R

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By Christiane France

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Nick Gregorio took a stand against his ambitious ex-lover’s plans for a reunion. If Al wants them to get back together, then he has to give up the double life he’s been living and move to Vegas.

In INDEPENDENCE DAY 2
By Christiane France

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Nick Gregorio is at a crossroads in his life. When his former lover, Al Martinsen, came to Vegas wanting to make up, Nick was prepared to listen. For Nick, however, returning to their hometown to resume playing second fiddle to Al’s ambitions was not an option, and he suggested Al move to Vegas permanently.
Six weeks have passed with no word from Al, and Nick doesn’t know what to think. Is Al still considering moving to Vegas, or does his silence say it all? When Nick finally receives news about Al, it sends him reeling with shock, anger and total despair. He knew Al had allowed ambition to dominate his life, but even he found it hard to believe Al would go so far as to commit the ultimate betrayal. There’s no going back for either of them now.
In desperation, Nick looks for temporary oblivion in the form of a night out that turns nasty and violent. Fortunately for Nick, his new friend and boss, Trip Browning, comes to his aid. With Trip’s support, Nick is able to resume work planning the gala opening of The Neapolitan’s newest restaurant. That is, until Trip delivers a surprise of his own and sends Nick’s world spinning in a whole different direction…

Excerpt:

Nick had been literally holding his breath, praying for Silvia’s approval. If she’d given thumbs down on all or any of the three dishes, he’d have been hard-pressed to come up with replacements at this late stage. Instead, to his relief, she’d loved them all!
As the door closed behind Silvia, Nick let out his breath in a rush, grabbed Trip and waltzed him around the room. “She liked them. In fact, I think she loved them. This is so totally fantastic because I was terrified she would hate them all, and in that case I would have been totally screwed because I—”
Nick’s flow of words ceased abruptly as Trip’s arms tightened around his body and then the hot, moist heat of Trip’s mouth brushed softly against his lips. Unable to move, Nick closed his eyes, savoring the magic of Trip’s embrace. He could feel his heart thudding against his ribs and the blood pulsing in his veins. He could also feel Trip’s heat and smell his scent, but he didn’t know what to do or even what to think. Okay, so it was something he’d secretly wondered about and hoped for. Now, it appeared what he’d suspected about Trip was true.
But why hadn’t Trip made a move before now? Nick tried to pull free to ask, but Trip held firm, one hand cupping the back of Nick’s head, while his tongue slipped into Nick’s mouth, gently at first, seeking, exploring. As the kiss became more passionate, Nick knew he didn’t want it to stop. He wanted—
As suddenly as it had begun, the moment was over. Trip released his hold on Nick and stepped back, his face flushed and his expression confused. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I had no right. It’s too soon. You need time to recover, time to heal and put the past behind you. Forgive me, I—”
Before Nick could collect his thoughts and say he didn’t want or need an apology, Trip had abruptly stopped speaking, wrenched opened the door and rushed out, leaving Nick on his own.
Nick took a deep breath and touched his mouth with the tips of his fingers. He let the breath out slowly. Oh, man! Trip had kissed him. A real, honest-to-goodness, lots of tongue involved, French kiss. It had been so damned good, he hadn’t wanted it to end. He’d wanted it to continue on all the way to its natural conclusion. He’d been ready to rip off his clothes, go down on his knees…
Trouble was it had all happened too fast, and ended much too quickly. Now, he could hardly believe it had happened at all. But it had. Trip had kissed him. It hadn’t been a dream or his imagination. It had happened. He closed his eyes, trying to relive the moment. He wanted to chase after Trip, ask him why he’d rushed off like that. He wanted to feel Trip’s arms around him again. He wanted to feel his mouth, his hands…
Damn!
He hit Trip’s desk with his closed fist. The best thing that had happened to him in months and then to have it snatched away like that. He wondered where Trip was and what his chances were of finding him. Except Nick knew, wherever Trip had gone, chasing after him was the worst possible idea. Trip had mostly likely acted in the heat of the moment, and now he needed a little time and space to get his head together. He’d be back when he was ready.
The good thing was even before that kiss, he and Trip were close. Trip had interviewed him for a job at The Neapolitan within a few days of Nick arriving in Vegas, and they’d clicked right away. In fact, Nick knew he wouldn’t have settled into his new life as easily without Trip’s help. Still, there were limits beyond which he couldn’t go. Until now, he hadn’t been quite sure of Trip’s sexual orientation, and perhaps Trip hadn’t been either. It wasn’t the kind of thing he could just come out and ask.
For all Nick knew, Trip was one of those guys who’d been teetering on the edge all his life, unwilling or unable to declare himself. But then Nick’s moment of triumph had given him the shot of courage he’d needed to just close his eyes and jump. And ended up scaring the hell out of himself?
Whatever the reason behind that kiss, Nick knew it had left Trip feeling confused and embarrassed. He wanted to go to him, hold him and tell him everything was okay, but right now, he knew Trip needed to be left alone to work things out for himself. He didn’t need Nick hounding him for answers he most likely didn’t have, or probing for motives of which he was unsure.
When Trip was ready to talk, he’d be back in touch. Nick glanced at his watch and made a mental note of the time. If that didn’t happen within the next few hours, then it would be up to him to make the next move…
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Excerpt – REINCARNATION – m/m contemporary – adult R

Reincarnation

This is another story from he series, IT HAPPENED IN LAS VEGAS:

Reincarnation
by Christiane France

http://www.amberquill.com/AmberAllure/Reincarnation.html

ISBN-13: 978-1-60272-585-0 (Electronic)

When past and present collide, it’s difficult to know what’s real and what’s not…
When Lee Stanger and Reno Jackson meet in a Las Vegas bar, they feel an instant and mutual attraction, plus the feeling they’ve met somewhere before. But they couldn’t have met previously, since Lee has never been to the west coast, and Reno has never been farther east than Denver. And both men have good reason not to go digging up the past in the hope of figuring it out.
Over the course of the evening, however, Lee has a series of fragmented and puzzling flashbacks about an event from his past that includes a man who looks like Reno. Or could he be confusing two unrelated incidents, and if so, are they connected in some way?
Until now, Lee has chosen to ignore medical advice and allow an unpleasant experience that happened eight years ago to remain a blank in his mind. But with details starting to resurface and a burning need to remember exactly what happened, he can no longer afford to suppress the memories, no matter how painful or traumatic. Whether he wants to or not, he knows it’s time to fill in the blanks…
EXCERPT:
The garage told Lee his car wouldn’t be ready for pick up until after lunch, so he took a taxi over to the men’s boutique in the Neapolitan Hotel. Since Reno was busy with a customer when he arrived, Lee browsed through a few of the items on the sale rack. Smiling to himself, he felt his nerves tighten with anticipation while he waited for Reno to go through the time-honored salesman’s patter of telling the guy it had been a pleasure to be of service and to be sure and come back and see him the next time he was in Vegas.
Finally, the customer disappeared out the door, and Reno came over to Lee and punched him lightly on the arm. “Yes, sir, is there something I can do for you? A new business suit, perhaps? Or are you looking for something casual? We’ve just received a shipment of lightweight linen jeans by that new L.A. designer who’s such a big hit with all the celebrities. Perfect for Vegas weather at this time of year.”
There was something so innately sexy about the professional sales pitch, combined with the knowing grin and the heat he could see in Reno’s dark eyes, Lee immediately felt dry-mouthed and weak at the knees. He wanted Reno, and he wanted him now. He wasn’t in the mood for games. “Why don’t you just lock the damn door and put out the lights? I assume you have a fitting room somewhere in back.”
Reno’s grin widened as he ran the back of his hand down Lee’s chest, stopping a scant inch above Lee’s quickly hardening cock. “Well, sir, I’d love to oblige, but as you can see, I’m the only one here at the moment. Of course, if you’d care to wait for a few minutes until one of our other sales’ associates returns from his break…”
Suddenly, the wanting and the needing were so acute Lee’s chest tightened to the point he could hardly breathe. “And what happens then?”
“Then we can go to one of the fitting rooms where I’ll take your measurements. And after that, I’ll see what we have in your size.”
“You’re my size, Reno. You’re all—”
Just then two smartly dressed guys came into the store—one in his mid-twenties, the other who looked to be pushing fifty. “We’re baaack,” the younger man announced.
“Perfect timing,” Reno said. “My customer here needs some help. He’s having a little trouble finding the proper fit.” Reaching out, Reno snatched a few items off the nearest rack with one hand and then used the other to shepherd Lee to the back of the store. “If you’ll just come with me, sir, I’ll double-check your measurements,” he added in a loud voice. “I’m sure we must have something in your size.”
Instead of tiny cubicles fitted with half-doors like those found in a lot of stores, Lee was relieved to see the half-dozen or so fitting rooms here were all a decent size with full doors. They even boasted chairs and a small table complete with pins, chalk, tape measure and whatever else might be needed to ensure complete customer satisfaction. Lee followed Reno inside the last cubicle at the end of the row, smiling as he closed and locked the door.
“Alone at last,” he murmured.
Dropping the clothes he’d brought with him on the nearest chair, Reno slipped an arm around Lee’s waist and pushed him back against the wall. “I’ve been thinking about you, me and last night non-stop the whole morning,” he whispered against Lee’s lips. “And wondering if you’d show up, or if it was just a one-night stand. I even thought about taking an emergency break and coming back to your place with the excuse I’d left something behind.”
“If you had, I wouldn’t have let you get away a second time.” Reno smelled of sex and coffee, and Lee’s hands were shaking with the need for closer contact. He unsnapped Reno’s jeans and slid the zipper down. “How much time do we have?”
“Five minutes, give or a take a few seconds.”
“Just enough time for a quickie,” Lee murmured as began to caress Reno’s shaft, loving the way it quickly hardened and pushed eagerly against his hand. The time constraint and the risk of being interrupted made Lee’s heart beat faster and added excitement to the moment. His fingers tangled in the hair around the root before moving up the hot, silky length to catch a dribble of pre-cum at the tip. Reno’s tongue found its way into his mouth, and Lee’s tongue moved to greet it, while his fingers moved faster.
Then it was Lee’s turn for a little loving. Without breaking the kiss, Reno opened Lee’s pants and Reno’s cool hand took possession of his cock, squeezing and caressing. Lee wanted to hold back and make the moment last for a while, but this wasn’t the kind of relaxed, easy lovemaking they’d enjoyed last night. This was raw, unbridled sex, a now or never super quickie. Reno’s movements were insistent and urgent, bordering on rough, and exactly what Lee needed. He was up and over the top within seconds, and Reno was right behind him.
“Wow!” Lee breathed as Reno grabbed a handful of tissues from a box on the table and pushed them into his hand. “What was that? The four-minute mile in ten seconds?”

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Excerpt – I’M SORRY – m/m contemporary adult R

This is the first story in my IT HAPPENED IN LAS VEGAS series:
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I’M SORRY
By Christiane France
Publisher: Amber Quill Press/AmberAllure

http://www.amberquill.com/AmberAllure/ImSorry.html

Blurb:
Misinformation and misunderstandings drove Chad and Reese apart and shattered their dream of a new life together.
Ten years later, they meet again in Las Vegas, and try to figure out what went wrong. However, Reese tells a completely different story to the one Chad heard back in New York, and now he’s convinced what he heard was true and Reese is lying. Problem is, he still loves Reese, and Reese says he feels the same way. But can love overcome all the hurt and the pain and give them a second chance at happiness?

Excerpt:

Chad Varaday leaned against the lobby wall of the Neapolitan Hotel in Las Vegas, waiting for what seemed like forever for an elevator to take him up to his room. Finally, a car arrived. The doors opened and as the passengers exited, one of them, a dark-haired man in his late thirties, snagged Chad’s attention. His heart skipped a beat.
Reese Harmer? Impossible! He watched, frowning as the man took off in the opposite direction, turned a corner and disappeared.
The guy bore a strong resemblance to a man from his past who Chad remembered all too well. But ten years was a long time, and as people got older, their looks changed and memory couldn’t always be relied on. Chad knew he didn’t look the same as he had ten years ago. He’d lost his boyish looks, along with his illusions, and each week seemed to bring a few more lines and grey hairs.
Another car arrived, closed its doors and left, but Chad continued to stare down the now empty hallway. He knew it couldn’t have been Reese…yet there’d been something. Maybe it was the way the guy carried himself or something about the way he walked that reminded him of the man he’d once loved. Chad shook his head. Not Reese, but enough of a likeness to stir up a sack full of painful old memories of times and places best forgotten.
When the next car slid to a stop and opened its doors, Chad picked up his overnight bag, got on and pressed the button for his floor. Tall, slim, dark-haired handsome men were a dime a dozen in Vegas, nevertheless he’d found the likeness strong enough to be more than a little disturbing. A ghost from the past…
Ten years ago, Chad had had it all. As the youngest son of an influential family, and fresh out of school with his master’s degree in business, he’d spent the winters in town, living the life at his own bachelor apartment in New York, and summer weekends either at his parents’ place in the Hamptons, or at a friend’s summer home at the Cape. He’d had everything he wanted and his future had been there before him like a bright shiny bubble.
And then he’d met Reese at a charity function. Reese had said he was married, but he and his wife were separated and had been for several years. They just hadn’t got around to talking to a lawyer and filing for divorce. Whether Reese had married to hide the fact he was gay or in an effort to deny it, Chad had never quite figured out. And since it was none of his business, he’d never asked. But it had been pretty much love at first sight for him and Reese. They’d spent that summer and fall keeping their affair under wraps by inventing business trips and meeting in out of the way places. Until one snowy winter day when the bright shiny bubble had burst and life, as he’d known it back then, had ceased to exist.
“Can you hold the door, please!”
As Chad stuck his foot out to stop the door from closing, the same dark-haired man bounded back into the elevator.
Almost nose-to-nose, they stared at one another, and everything around Chad vanished except the here, the now, and the one face he’d never expected to see ever again.
“Chad?”
Chad held his breath. His heart was beating too fast, and his stomach was doing a great imitation of a ship on stormy seas. Ten years ago, he’d gone through all the gut-wrenching aftermath of a bad breakup. The crying jags, the inability to eat or sleep properly for weeks. The deep depression when he’d shut himself away from the world and everyone in it, including his own family.
He could not go through all that again. Maybe, if he just ignored this ghost from the past, pretended he hadn’t heard…
“Hey, Chad? It’s me, Reese. Reese Harmer.”
The elevator stopped. Chad glanced at the indicator board, realized it was his floor, and with a muttered, “Excuse me, please,” pushed his way past the ghost and out of the car.
He’d taken no more than two or three steps along the hallway when a hand grabbed his shoulder.
“Chad! Hold it! Please don’t do this. I know it’s you.”
Chad stopped, gritted his teeth and turned. “Get your hands off me. Now!”
Reese removed his hand and took a cautious step backward. “Hey, you were the one who was supposed to call me back, remember? At least that’s the way I heard it.”
“Wherever you heard that, then you heard wrong.”
Reese frowned. “Okay, I heard wrong. I guess my roommate must’ve misunderstood what you said.” He paused. “I have no idea what you’re so angry about. But…but whatever it is, ten years is one helluva long time. Can’t we at least talk?”
“Talk about what? How you made promises you broke because you had no real intention of keeping them in the first place? How you let me build all those wonderful mind pictures of the two of us moving to the west coast where we’d start fabulous new lives and have our own fantastic business? And how, at the very last minute, you did a complete one-eighty and blew it all away without one single fucking word of apology, explanation, or even two little words like, ‘I’m sorry.’ That the kinda shit you want to talk about?”
Reese flinched like Chad had hit him, and, for a second, that’s exactly what Chad wanted to do…grind Reese’s once-beloved face into the carpet with the heel of his boot, and then…just walk away.
If only he could walk away.

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