The Ghost of Get Me Some Corners

eXtasy Books

Heat Rating: Steamy
Word Count: 23,394
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When Ian gets promoted and transferred to head up a new office for his computer firm in Greenhill Groves, it seems a great boost to his career, but he also suspects it might just be the death knell regarding his sex life. Then, with the help of his hot assistant Steve, Ian learns about a happening dance club located at the end of a dead-end street, a legendary spot that gay men used to refer to back in the 1970s as “Get Me Some Corners.”

One night, loaded with high expectations, Ian decides to check out the hook-up joint. To his surprise, he not only meets a gorgeous guy named Zach but also has the best sex of his life in the club’s darkened back room with multiple partners.

But despite all this, Ian can’t shake the notion that something isn’t quite right at the bar...not quite right at all... The Ghost Of Get Me Some Corners

The Ghost of Get Me Some Corners
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The Ghost of Get Me Some Corners

eXtasy Books

Heat Rating: Steamy
Word Count: 23,394
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“I’m Zachary. I’ve never seen you here before. You’re new.”

“Yes.” I nodded. “I just moved here. I’m setting up a new office for Wizardworld computers.”

He just stared at me.

“Ah, what do you do?” I asked.

“Hang around here waiting for men like you.”

I laughed. “I see.”

He stood, and I saw that he was tall and well built. He wore jeans and a shirt with faded flowers on it. I noticed his jeans were wide-legged. Maybe they were back in style now. His shirt looked rather old.

“Is something wrong?” he asked.

“No. I…just…nice shirt.”

He laughed. “Really? It’s wearing out now.”

“You must like it,” I said.

“Have no choice. It’s my club shirt.”

“Oh, I see.” I smiled at him. “Do you think it helps you get lucky?”

“Something like that,” he whispered.

“My father had an old pair of shoes he wore whenever he went to the horse races. He swore he couldn’t win unless he had them on. They were falling apart before my mother convinced him to give them up.”

“He was superstitious.”


He glanced at the door. “Going in?”

I smiled and nodded. “You?”

“I’ll be right behind you,” he replied.

The guy was hot, and I couldn’t wait to walk into that room. The fact that he’d be right behind me meant he’d find me and, Lord, I wanted to be found…

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