BLURB:
Left adrift after escaping from an abusive
relationship and being constantly on the move in an effort to stay one step
ahead of his abuser has left Salem Rooks with little in the way of personal
connections in his life. So when Salem
bumps into an attractive stranger on his way to work one morning he isn’t
expecting it to lead anywhere. He
certainly isn’t expecting it to change his life.
Wyatt Pendleton is handsome, sweet natured,
and homeless. Drawn to the quiet
strength Wyatt exudes Salem finds himself pulled back to the man’s side time
and time again. Working through their
differences is a challenge, as is the ever looming shadow of Carter, Salem’s
abusive ex, to deal with. Despite that
Salem finds that he and Wyatt are both willing to fight and overcome all of it
in order to protect the home that they’ve found in each other.
EXCERPT:
He wanted Wyatt fiercely in that instance
and his hands moved down of their own accord to pluck at the waistband of
Wyatt’s pants. He was all set to tug at
it, to finally see what Wyatt’s cock looked like when one of Wyatt’s hands
suddenly wrapped around his fingers and tugged them away. Startled, Salem pulled back far enough to
look Wyatt in the face.
Wyatt was flushed, his cheeks red above the
dark line of his beard, his lips kiss swollen and his eyes bright with
want. Salem’s own face felt hot, the
skin of his cheeks and around his mouth rubbed tender by Wyatt’s beard. He leaned forward to kiss Wyatt again, but to
his surprise and slight hurt Wyatt shook his head slowly. Salem sat frozen as Wyatt raised a hand up to
slowly, carefully, cup his jaw in the warmth of his palm instead in a gesture
that had quickly grown familiar between the two of them.
“We can’t, Salem. Not now, not just yet.” Wyatt’s voice was a deep, throaty rasp that
made Salem’s stomach flutter for a brief second before he focused on what had
been said.
“Why not?”
Salem cleared his throat and did his best to ignore the huskiness of his
own voice as doubt crept up on him suddenly.
It was enough to break through the passionate haze that had fallen over
him. “Do you not want me?” Salem shifted nervously where he was pressed
against Wyatt’s body as he waited for the answer. He was sure Wyatt did want him, but he still
felt compelled to ask. He could feel the
line of his cock pressed against his own hip, a thick hot weight that made
Salem want to sigh in anticipation, but it suddenly wasn’t proof enough. He’d been wrong about so much in the past
that Salem needed the reassurance.
“I want you.” Wyatt replied instantly before he leaned back
down into Salem’s space to nip and suck at his earlobe. Salem shuddered. “I’ve wanted you for weeks now. I’ve imagined being with you, in you, a
hundred times. I’d daydream about
kissing you, about how you’d taste, what you’d feel like. Wanting’s not the issue, Salem.”
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