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Thief of Hearts (MM)

Romance on the Go

Evernight Publishing

Heat Rating: SCORCHING
Word Count: 15,000
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Thirty year-old lawyer, Blake Aster gazes from his high-rise office window wondering if this summer he’ll find love, but deep inside he doubts anyone will ever want him again. He can’t forget the scar he has running the length of his face.

Hunky, daring, Alex Ryan is cleaning the building windows. Struck by the mythical beauty in Blake’s office, Alex sets out to get the other man's attention. Maybe a striptease outside Blake’s eighth floor window will do the trick.

Be Warned: m/m sex

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Excerpt

“I’m leaving early today, Kathy. You can forward any urgent calls to my cell phone.”

“Sure thing, Blake. Say, who was that gorgeous young man visited you today?”

Blake heard the smile in her voice.

“The window cleaner.”

Kathy gave a short laugh. “Blake, you only need say mind your own business to me…”

Blake ended the call. He slipped his laptop into his bag and stood. He grabbed up his jacket and slung it over his shoulder. As he passed Kathy’s desk he grinned at her.

“He really is the window cleaner.”

Blake called at the store on his way home and bought salad ingredients and steak. He hadn’t said come for dinner to Alex, but he’d have some ready in case the guy hadn’t eaten. A smile kept tweaking at the corners of his mouth as he drove home. Alex is good for me. It’s not just the sex, although that’s insane, it’s his happy-go-lucky manner. He’s fun.

At exactly eight o’clock Blake’s doorbell rang. Blake’s heart leapt and nervousness made him tremble a little as he went to answer.

Alex stood in the foyer with a smile on his face, but it wasn’t his handsome face that widened Blake’s eyes with desire. Alex wore a black suit, expensively cut, and it fit him so well, Blake’s breath caught. He gazed at Alex. “Wow, you look amazing.” He froze in admiration for a few moments and then returned the smile. “Come in, Alex.”

Alex walked past him as Blake opened the door wider.

Blake savored his broad shoulders and the way his hard ass was obvious under the vent at the back of his jacket. A delicate scent of designer cologne added to the sexy entrance Alex made. Blake closed the door.

Alex stood in the hall and waited for Blake. His eyes filled with affection as he gazed at Blake.

Blake soaked up the sight. He went to Alex and pushed his arms around Alex’s neck. He rested his forehead on Alex’s. “We fit together well this afternoon. Hell, you smell good.”

Alex gripped Blake’s hips and dragged him against his body. “You feel good. Kiss me.”

Blake couldn’t help the smile that spread on his face. He kissed Alex softly trying not to smile.

Alex laughed. “You’re happy to see me.”

Blake rained kisses on Alex’s lips. “Yes.” He whispered between them. He drew away. “Hey, have you eaten dinner?” He led the way into the living room.

Alex followed him. “I didn’t get the time, but I’m okay.”

Blake turned to him. “Eat with me. I made some dinner.”

“You made dinner? Wow, I’m being spoiled.”

Blake brought him to the table. “It’s only steak and salad. Take a seat.”

Alex shook his head grinning. “No way you’re serving me dinner. I’ll help.”

Blake was already around the archway into the kitchen and Alex caught him up.

“The plates are hot and so’s the steak. It’s rested a few seconds. I’ll bring the plates and you bring the salad bowl.”

Alex waited until Blake put the plates on the table. He placed the salad close by.

“Do you want some wine or anything?”

“I’d take a beer if you have one, thanks.”

“This time sit down, Alex, I’ll get us a beer.” When Blake returned with two frosty bottles, Alex sat quietly waiting. Blake handed him a beer and sat nearby. He’d set the table so that they sat at a corner and were closer than if they’d sat opposite each other. Blake smiled. “Hope it’s edible.”

Alex cut a piece off the steak and tasted it. “It’s delicious. You can cook … a steak anyway.”

Blake grinned. “I don’t cook much to be honest. I generally pick up something from a restaurant that does take out. A few good ones do.”

Alex ate quietly for a few moments.

Blake ate a few bites. “Where do you live, Alex?”

“West village.” Alex supplied the answer as if automatically, and then his expression changed. His eyes held anxiety.

Blake studiously ignored it and didn’t comment, but he wondered how a guy who cleaned windows for a living could afford an apartment or house there.

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