BROKEN NAIL
DIVA
AVAILABLE
APRIL 2ND
Harper Brooks refuses to be
anybody except who he is, and who he is shocks most people. When he meets a
gorgeous man at a sidewalk café, he has no problem telling him exactly what he
wants—in vivid detail. When the Memphis rejects him, Harper hides his hurt
behind flippant words and a flash of indignation, but forgetting the man might
prove impossible.
Memphis doesn’t know what
to think when he’s propositioned by an imp with dreamy blue eyes and an ass to
die for. He doesn’t do relationships—ever—and one night spent in the gorgeous
man’s bed isn’t enough. Memphis wants more. He just knows he can’t have it.
Nights of passion could lead to the sexy little diva dying at the hands of
Memphis’s beast.
When Harper gets kidnapped
by a madman, Memphis runs to the rescue, and in doing so reveals his darkest
secret. But there is a lot more going on than either of them know, especially
when the bond between them creates more than either of them
expected.
STORY
EXCERPT
"Oh snap, I broke a nail."
Harper Brooks held his hand
up in the air and curled his lips back in abhorrence as he looked at the chipped
nail at the end of his index finger. This was going to ruin his entire day. He
wasn't scheduled to see his manicurist for another week.
This just would not do. He
could not walk around for the next seven days with a chipped nail. Not only
would he snag it on everything, but knowing it needed repaired, he'd pick at it
constantly. Harper's head snapped around, quickly scanning his surroundings
until he spotted a small round table at a sidewalk café.
Perfect.
He made a beeline for the
black iron table out in front of a small corner café and nearly collided with a
stranger. The bastard took his seat. Harper ignored whoever it was as he set his
bag down on the surface of the table and started rummaging through it. There
were some things more important and he didn't care who'd gotten there first or
who stole the chair. His bag was claiming the table.
"Don't let me bother you."
"Oh, you're not bothering
me." Harper waved a dismissive hand at the man—not the chipped one—even as he
inwardly acknowledged that the man's low and smoky voice had a profound
impression on his libido. He almost gave up the search for his nail file to give
his attention to the man at the table but he really hated having a chipped
nail.
"Yes!" Harper pulled out
his nail file and started buffing the damaged nail. He still needed to make an
emergency appointment with Madeline but at least buffing it out would get rid of
the rough edges.
Harper blew on it to get
rid of the nail remnants. "There, that's better." He dropped his nail file back
into his bag and then turned to look at the man sitting there staring at him
like he had never seen a man buff his nails before.
As if.
It was instantly clear that
the devilishly handsome man was not from Harper's little hometown. Besides the
fact that almost everyone here was a cowboy of some sort, and this guy was
decked out like a businessman, right down to the fancy silk shirt, Harper would
have noticed any newcomers that looked this damn good.
"Hello, honey." Harper
poured syrup into his voice and batted his eyelashes.
"Excuse me?" The stranger's
voice was courteous yet patronizing. The dark eyebrow was blatantly
condescending.
"Aren't you just the
thing." Harper started fanning himself as he looked the massive man up and down.
Even sitting, the guy was nearly as tall as Harper. He was a mountain Harper
wouldn’t mind climbing. "Honey, the things I could do with you, to you, or even
let you watch as I do them to myself."
Harper tapped his finger
against his lower lip. He watched the man's nostrils flare when he slid his
finger between his lips and gently bit down on the tip. He loved being naughty
and this man deserved so much naughtiness. "If I had you naked for ten minutes,
I would lather you up and slid down your pole." Harper's entire body tightened
as he started to fantasize about this guy's pole. "Maybe five
minutes."
The stranger frowned as he
crossed his hands over his delicious abdomen and leaned back, appraising Harper.
"Do you always talk to strangers in such a manner?"
Harper winked at the guy.
"Only when I want him to bend me over the nearest flat
surface."
Harper sighed when the
gorgeous man continued to stare at him like he'd lost his ever-loving mind. Too
bad. This one was really hot. They would have had a scorching time together.
Harper reached out and trailed a finger over the skin exposed at the top of the
man's open shirt. He breathed in deeply, the stranger's masculine scent wrapping
around him like fur brushing over naked skin.
He stepped between the
man's muscular thighs, invading his personal space before tugging gently on the
edge of his silk shirt. "The things I could do to your delicious body would make
your eyes roll to the back of your head." The fire that infused the stranger's
golden eyes told Harper his message had gotten across to the handsome man.
Harper pouted, sticking his
lush lower lip out. He knew his lips drew men in. He looked like he could suck a
golf ball through a hundred feet of garden hose. He probably could. His oral
abilities were damn near legendary.
They were a breath away
from each other. He could feel the sexual magnetism that made the man so
confident. It sent a shot of lust sizzling through Harper's body, hardening his
cock into a steel pipe.
Daring to move closer,
Harper tilted his head and nuzzled his nose just under the line of the man's
square jaw, sniffing and rubbing against him. "Goddess, you smell like
sandalwood and leather. I'd bath in your scent if I could, bottle it up and take
it home so I always had it near me."
Harper was a little shocked
by his forwardness, but not much. He had long ago decided to be who he wanted to
be and fuck everyone else. If they didn't like him the way he was, so what? They
didn't have to stick around. Harper wasn't changing for anyone. Besides, it
wasn't every day he ran across men this breathtakingly handsome. He wasn't
passing up the opportunity.
Harper leaned back just
enough to peer up at the man through his long eyelashes. The looks he was
receiving from the stranger ran a gamut from confused to intrigued to insulted
to aroused, and the aroused one was the one Harper was interested
in.
Aroused was freaking
fantastic.
"It would be even better if
you put that scent on me the old fashioned way when you fucked me into the
mattress."
Harper knew it was coming
but still, he was disappointed when the man grabbed him by the arms and gently
set him aside. Most people didn't understand him. He shouldn't be surprised when
Mr. Tall and Gorgeous didn't.
"Enough." The word was
growled, firm, the message clear.
And oddly, it stabbed at
Harper's heart. His cock and enthusiasm went flaccid.
Refusing to let the
stranger see how much his rejection hurt, Harper plastered a smile on his
face—the same one he used when going to dinner at his parents' place—and stepped
back. "Your loss, darling. I could have tickled your fancy with my tongue until
you screamed for mercy." Harper winked as he started to turn away but paused and
added, "And I swallow."
ADULT
EXCERPT
Harper yawned as he turned
off the bathroom light and made his way to his bed. He scratched his abdomen,
his fingers sliding easily through the small trail of brown hair that went from
his bellybutton to his groin. He crawled between the sheets, wiggling around
until he found the perfect spot.
Goddess, he loved these
sheets. A present from his best friend, they were soft and silky and stayed cool
in the summertime, crisp against his hot skin. He closed his eyes as his head
sank back into the plush pillows stacked behind him.
Harper didn't know how long
he laid there before he huffed and opened his eyes to stare up at the ceiling.
It had been like this for three nights now. He couldn't sleep. Every time he
closed his eyes, he saw those damn gold colored eyes staring back at him. He
couldn't stop thinking about the gorgeous stranger.
It was destroying his
life.
Well, it destroyed any
chance he had of finding someone to come home with him for the night. Harper had
tried. He had gone out clubbing with friends last night and tonight. He had come
home alone each night. The thought of anyone touching his skin was almost a
physical pain.
It
sucked.
Harper slid his hand down
under the blankets and wrapped his fingers around his cock. The fact that he was
hard came as no surprise to him. He felt like he had been hard for forever. He
had jerked off more in the last three days than he had when he discovered gay
porn on the internet. It happened in the most inconvenient places, too… work,
the grocery store, riding the subway home from work, even when he went out with
Truman for dinner.
His dick was actually
starting to get mileage burns.
Harper began to wonder if
he would continue to have a hard cock for the rest of his life. It was like
being on a bad Viagra trip, except he didn't take Viagra. And it only got worse
when he closed his eyes and thought of the gorgeous man from the sidewalk
café.
He was freaking
doomed!
Every time he thought about
the handsome stranger, his cock filled and thickened. He just wanted to feel the
stranger's hands on him or in his mouth. He wanted to feel the man's cock sink
into his ass, and pound him into unconsciousness.
With his eyes still closed,
in his mind, he could see the stranger fisting Harper's cock, stroking him to
completion. He tightened his own fist around his shaft and began stroking from
root to tip. He ran his thumb over the moist head, smearing the pre-come around
and squeezing lightly. Harper bit his lip as his pumped his hand to the rhythm
his hips were setting.
His thumb slipped over the
head of his cock, giving him a natural lube to use as he thrust into his hand.
The harder he stroked, the more he fell into his fantasy until he couldn't tell
if it was the stranger's hand or his own. As the pressure built, he started
moving his hips faster, thrusting into his tight grip.
It didn't take long before
his balls were pulling up tight. A web of arousal spun around him as he squeezed
his shaft, his thumb caressing over the leaking head. He growled when he felt
the tingle shooting up his spine
As his thumb brushed over
to tip of his cock once more, Harper's legs trembled and his breath caught in
his throat. Feeling himself about to explode, he flipped back the covers and
then let his other hand fall down to fondle his balls.
"Come for me," a smoky
voice whispered into his mind, clouding all reason and making his fantasy
complete.
"Fuck!" Harper screamed as
hot ropes of seed shot out of his cock, splattering his chest and under his
chin. He panted heavily as he opened his eyes and stared up at the ceiling. He
needed to get laid or buy more batteries or something, whatever it took to get
his mind off of some guy he had met for five seconds on the side of a
street.
A guy who had firmly
rejected him.
As he reached for a wet
wipe to clean up with, Harper wondered how the stranger would feel if he knew he
had become prime masturbation material. Remembering the muscles the man had
sported and the friendly pat he had shared with his friend, Harper knew the guy
would probably hand him his head if he knew how deep Harper's arousal
ran.
It was too bad.
Harper really could have
rocked his world.
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