Scarred
both physically and emotionally after a motorcycle accident,
twenty-five year old ex fashion model and porn star Oliver Brown is
about to be stripped bare by flamboyant twink Leslie Scott—and
they’ll
rebuild love from the bottom up.
BARING
THE BEAST
Twenty-five
year old Oliver Brown is addicted. Two years ago, he was at the
height of his career as “Nicky
Starr,”
fashion
model, porn actor, partier without peer. Then came the accident.
Hiding his scars, both emotional and physical, he’s
gone into hiding. But fine clothing is some solace. A new suit by
Debussy? Better even than a ride on his motorcycle Hulk or all the
things he used to give and take on camera.
Enter
Leslie Scott, the flamboyant, dark-haired,
heel-and-tiny-short-wearing twink sent to deliver Oliver’s
newest fix. A firecracker, Leslie is dapper, generous, in touch with
his feminine side but all man, and as gorgeous as any garment ever
made. He makes Oliver dream of ending his reclusion, of recapturing a
future forever denied him. But for that to happen, Leslie would have
to strip him to the bone. Only then will they rebuild life from the
bottom up.
Excerpt 2
The first ‘date’ although neither of them wants to call it such yet…
Oliver sat at his usual table at Fidalgo’s, his fingers nervously tapping the red-chequered table top. His stomach was in knots and he’d barely slept last night. He’d even thought of crying off today and telling Leslie that something had come up and he wouldn’t make it. However, the thought of Katie—who’d highly approved of the coffee plan—bitching at him for not going was worse than the alternative.
And he really did want to see Leslie again. He’d thought of nothing more from their last phone call. It would be good to talk someone who was so bright and bubbly and, he admitted to himself, sex on a stick. Although that wasn’t what he wanted from this, he reminded himself. He needed a friend, not a lover. And besides, he doubted Leslie would be interested in him that way. He probably had a string of undamaged goods at his beck and call.
For God’s sake, stop analysing everything and get on with it.
Despite that thought, his cock throbbed in his black jeans when he saw Leslie enter the coffee shop. The man looked like he had just stepped out of a fashion magazine. Dressed in tight black chinos, finished with high-heeled black boots, with a white collared shirt and a leather jacket, wearing the biggest pair of sunglasses Oliver had ever seen, Leslie looked mouth-wateringly tempting. His jet black hair was styled artfully over his face, one strand of hair falling down, making Oliver want to brush it away. He took Oliver’s breath away.
Down boy, he cautioned himself. Keep it simple. Just friends, remember?
Alberto, the owner, approached Leslie and gestured, then his coffee date looked over to where Oliver sat and the most beautiful smile flooded his face.
Oh dear God, Oliver thought desperately. I am in so much fucking trouble.
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