“Let me get this straight, Rose Carter. You’re blaming me for having writer’s block?”

“You said it. You said the words. Now it’s true.”

Matt stared at his dark-haired, incredibly handsome husband, Thomas, AKA bestselling erotic romance author, Rose Carter. “You said it first. I was just repeating what I heard. You’re blaming me for being too happy to write.” He lay back against the pillows for a moment and suddenly the idea tickled him.

“I’m glad you think it’s so funny,” Thomas huffed. “I never get…you know…”

“Writer’s block.”

Thomas pointed a finger at him. “You said it again.”

“Honey, it’s a myth that we writers need to be miserable to write. Look at me. I’m the happiest man alive, and I’m writing better than ever…” He bit his lip. “Maybe this wasn’t such a good time to mention that.”

Thomas was slit-eyed. “You stole my muse.”

“Aw, hon…lookit…I can give it back.”

“Him. My muse is a man.”

“You have a male muse?”

“Of course I do. He’s a hairy little bastard with a Cuban cigar, gossamer wings, a dick that resembles yours, a fedora…and work boots.”

Matt blinked. “Your muse shows you his dick?”

“He used to…I don’t see him much anymore.” Thomas lay back, staring at the ceiling.

The sound of ocean waves seemed louder.

Matt reached into the nightstand, not liking the small separation from his husband this mere action caused. Thomas apparently didn’t like it either. His leg swung over his as Matt leaned back into the man he loved.

“What’s that?” Thomas asked, looking brighter now.

“Altoids.”

“And what are you going to do with them?”

“Put them in my mouth and give you a mind-blasting blowjob.”

Thomas looked at him.

“Seriously. My friend Trish Wilson tried this on her husband. I read it on her blog.”

“Matty, let me understand this. You’re now getting sex tips from a woman? On a blog?”

“Baby, it’s not like you to be sexist. I mean, you write as a woman. Besides, she is the Countess of Sex. Trish road-tests every new sex toy and urban sexual myth on the market.”

“You don’t say.”

“I do say. And I also say we need to try out the candy. She says the Altoids have a special ingredient that when they start dissolving, induce feelings of incredible pleasure for the recipient.”

Thomas raised himself on an elbow and grinned. “In my experience, you always bring incredible pleasure to this particular recipient.”

“Are you saying I can’t bring you a little extra…cheer?”

“Oh, I’m not saying that.” Thomas shrugged and flopped back on the bed again.

Matt leaned over him, giving him a long, sultry kiss.

“Well,” Thomas said, finally when Matt broke off the kiss. “I do like cock, and I do like candy. I guess this is an interesting way to enjoy my two favorite food groups.”

“I’m the one giving you head,” Matt reminded him.

“Yeah, but if I like it, you know I’m going to want to do it to you, too.” Thomas looked all shiny and happy again.

Matt felt the stress and tension leaving his new husband’s body. Two weeks and four days they’d been married. Everything had been blissful between them on their Hawaiian honeymoon until they’d vacated their dream holiday house at Black Point, driven to the airport and picked up his parents and their fourteen-month-old niece, Daphne.

Now ensconced in an equally luxurious house on the beautiful windward coast of the island of Oahu on the oceanfront of Lanikai, Thomas was freaking out.

“I see Mr. Happy hasn’t lost his muse.” Matt’s hand strolled down to his husband’s hardening cock.

“Mr. Happy has a mind of his own,” Thomas snapped.

Cocks as a rule do not lie, especially not Thomas’ cock, which was in a very good mood as far as Matt could tell. He quickly opened the box of mints, and the bittersweet scent reached their nostrils.