April Sun in Cuba

eXtasy Books

Heat Rating: Steamy
Word Count: 26,186
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In the sequel to The Book And The Rose, it's been several months since Hollywood screenwriter Evans McCoy gave up his life in Los Angeles to move in with his lover, Mio, a retired gay porn star and former high-class rent boy who lives in Barcelona. Their relationship is blossoming, Evans is taking Spanish classes, and is settling in with gusto. Now, he feels love he has never had—not just from Mio, but from the man's entire family. In the back of his mind, however, Evans worries that Mio will tire of him and miss his old life...he frets that he will wind up back in L.A. with a loveless existence and a dysfunctional family that doesn't talk and never, ever eats such lavish home-cooked meals like Mama makes.

Sensing his lover's restlessness, Mio fears he doesn't do enough to assure Evans of his commitment. He decides that Evans needs to forget Mio's past once and for all. Since Evans never got to experience the excitement of Mio’s hooker world as a client, Mio suggests a sexy trip for two, where he will treat his partner to a decadent, forbidden, roleplaying liaison. He is happy to be Evans's call boy forever, but Evans must go along with everything Mio presents to him.

April Sun in Cuba
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April Sun in Cuba

eXtasy Books

Heat Rating: Steamy
Word Count: 26,186
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I walked around the corner and saw a private area with white-painted wrought iron tables, tropical umbrellas with grass matting, and then I saw a trail of red roses on the ground. I trotted up the few steps to the door of our suite, a pair of crossed red roses on each one. I bent to pick them up. He wasn’t at the door as I turned the handle and walked inside. The smell of roses was strong as I stepped across the polished hardwood floor.

And there he was, a single, gigantic red rose in his hands.

“How was your flight, Mr. Smith?”

Mr. Smith? Oh, yes, I was his happily married client who lusted after him.

“It would have been a lot better if you’d been on it with me. When I pay for your services, Alejandro, I pay for your company, but the roses are a nice touch.”

He seemed surprised. Frankly, I surprised myself. I’d longed to hurl myself into his arms and slurp all over his cock. He grinned at me then.

“When we make plans to meet again, I will make certain to travel with you.” His eyes held a gleam of mischief. “But it will cost you a lot more.”

“And I’m willing to pay.”

He grinned then. I thought he might laugh, but he didn’t. Instead, he handed me the rose. “For you.”

Inside the petals, I glimpsed a tiny gold key. “What’s this for?” I extracted it and held it up to him.

“Fur-lined, golden handcuffs. If you can find them, you can use them. You can cuff me to the bed and do whatever you want to me.”

I started looking…

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