I Can't Fight This Feeling Anymore

ManLoveRomance Press LLC

Heat Rating: Scorching
Word Count: 55,000
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Can a party boy and a responsible businessman really make it work?

Bryce is the adorable young thing that Dustin knows he shouldn't want. He should be looking for a man his own age. Someone with a future. Someone with a real job. But no matter how hard he tries, no matter how much he knows that it just won't work, he can't resist those big blue eyes. Dusty is an adult. So unlike any of the party crowd that Bryce hangs around. But after just a brief taste of Dusty's so-called boring, normal life, Bryce is more surprised than anyone to find out that that's the life he wants. No wonder they just Can't Fight This Feeling.

I Can't Fight This Feeling Anymore
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I Can't Fight This Feeling Anymore

ManLoveRomance Press LLC

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Word Count: 55,000
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Chapter One



"Oh, come on, please!"

Dustin watched, appalled, as his sister Danni literally bounced on her toes, hands folded beneath her chin to aid her begging. She even batted her eyes at him. The woman was forty three years old, for God's sakes!

"No. Stop that." Hand out to block sight of her, he turned away from her to head into her kitchen. "What do you need me for, anyway? I thought these people were your friends?"

She followed, expertly dodging the colorful plastic toys that were scattered across the linoleum. Sounds of his nephews playing video games came from the other room. "They are, but I've never met them." She plucked his tumbler from his hand then passed him in the direction of the refrigerator. "I know them online. That's not exactly the same thing."

"It's not like they're going to be cyber stalkers, Danni." He sat at the table by the window. "Didn't you say most of them are housewives?"

The ice maker rumbled as she held the tumbler under the spout in the refrigerator door. "A few, yeah."

"Not exactly the stalker type."

"I know." She chewed her lip as she opened the door to pull out the jug of iced tea. "But I'm nervous. I need support."

He glanced over the magazines on her table, amused that most of them prominently featured male models. He and his sister did have that in common: an appreciation of pretty men. "I'm not going to be your token gay guy."

"You're not going to be the token gay guy. There'll be other guys there."


She set his glass in front of him and sat beside him. "Yes."

"Then why do I need to be there?"

She slapped a hand down on his knee, and re-adopted the pleading tone. "Because you're the bestest, most supportive little brother around."

"Oh, Jesus. This is so beneath you."

"Please! I'll dedicate my next book to you."

"You've dedicated two books to me already."

"Because you're just that awesome."

He shook his head. Two years ago, he would not have believed anyone who told him that his sister was not only a published author, but an author of romance. Gay romance. Not that she'd ever been anything but enthusiastically supportive of him since he'd come out, but he'd initially been shocked. Further shocked when he'd discovered that not only was she writing romance, but erotic romance. Since then, he'd been drafted as beta reader and font of information about gay sex. He kept hearing the odd question "but what would a guy really do in this situation?" A strange world. Not bad, per se, but definitely strange. Now, she'd been invited to a big party put on by one of her writing groups and she was afraid to go alone.

He made her sweat as he took two slow sips of his iced tea, then sighed as he set the tumbler down. "Why do I put up with you?"

She bounced again, causing her ample chest to jiggle. Danni hadn't always been plump, but after birthing two kids and living a life without much exercise, she'd developed a roundness that seemed here to stay. Her husband Mike didn't seem to mind though, so it was all good. "Because you love me."

"I do."

"Then you'll go?"

"Why can't Mike go again?"

She snorted. "Of the two of you, you'd be much more comfortable in a room full of gay romance fans."

He had to laugh. "This is true."

"Please! You almost never go out anymore."

"What? How would you know?"

"I know. You're becoming an old fuddy-duddy."

Both of his eyebrows flew skyward. "I beg your pardon. If I'm old, then you're…"

She slapped at his wrist. "Never mind what I am. So?"

He gave up the fight. Besides, she was right, he didn't go out very often anymore and, despite his protests, it sounded intriguing. "All right, already."

"Yes! It'll be awesome. I swear."

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