When artist and professional beach bum Sam accidentally kidnaps hot blind guy Kieran, emotions start to complicate his simple no-strings life.
Sam’s just looking for a hook-up, not a soulmate, but he soon starts to care dangerously for Kieran and his injured dog.
“You’ll continue to see those stars on your bedroom ceiling, because I’m going to put them there. Every night for the rest of your life.”
Kieran’s a prickly customer. He’s fiercely independent and doesn’t need anyone to look after him, least of all somebody with a reputation like Sam’s. But fate has thrown them together and they can fight it, but sooner or later, they’ll have to accept the inevitable.
Genre: FICTION / GayFor sale on Amazon.
The sun was shining down from a cloudless, azure sky and I was cruising down Main Street in Moonlight Cove with my windows down and my sound system blasting, hanging out of the window, and perving on all the flesh exposed when the weather hits a certain temperature.
By flesh I mean male, of course. Men in shorts and flip-flops, men shirtless and—fuck me, I nearly ran a red light—one guy in Speedos smuggling a budgie.
Yeah, the sun makes me happy.
The traffic was building up, and my attention drifted to the near curb. I perused a few people bustling out of shops or standing around, taking little interest until something suddenly caught my attention.
There he was. Average height and blond, wearing a white T-shirt and khaki cargo pants, he stood there holding up a homemade cardboard sign that read, incongruously, Taxi.
Man, I stared with my tongue hanging out. On a hot day, he was like water in the desert. His body was lithe and well-developed. On one decent bicep, he had a bright tattoo that filled every bit of luscious skin. His eyes were covered by mirrored shades but he seemed to scrutinize the street intently. Was he looking at me in turn?
I had already convinced myself I was in lust. There was only one tiny detail that threw a spanner in the works.
He carried a white stick.
I debated for a split second with myself. Was it a problem? Did you need your eyes in the sack? He still had fingers and a mouth and a working orifice, didn’t he? Wasn’t it so much for the better that he couldn’t see if I was having a bad hair day or cultivating a mountainous zit?
I pulled the sun visor down and checked my hair, grinning at my reflection. Well, I looked just great today, even if it would be wasted on him. I signaled and cruised over to the curb, all casual like.
