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Clare London - Writing...Man to Man
Aspen Mountain Press
AllRomanceEBooks
Category:
Gay/Lesbian/Bi
Publisher: Aspen Mountain Press
Type: Fiction
Pages: 43
Copyright: October 2008
ISBN-13: 9781601681447
Steven Macklin wakes up in a ditch one morning in foul, wet weather with no idea where he is or how he came to be there. He’s seriously injured but struggles across bleak heathland to find shelter. The only house he can find appears weather-beaten and deserted, although he’s too sensible a guy to fall for the cliché of a spooky ghost mansion - isn’t he? But when he collapses and is taken into the house by the handsome Eliot, he finds himself in a very disturbing situation - and also in the bed of this strange, very possessive man.
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This title contains adult scenes of m/m romance, rated R.
Excerpt
He came back, in the middle of the night.
I’d obviously settled well enough into that luxurious bed, because I awoke suddenly from the depths of dreamless sleep, cushioned on the sumptuous mattress. I was aware of Eliot, standing at the side of the bed and watching me. The lamps were all extinguished and he was a different shade of shadow in the dark room, backlit by a sliver of moonlight from a rare opening between the curtains. His eyes shone in the gloom, a dark, brittle gleam.
“What are you doing in my room?” I gasped. Stupid thing to say, when there were so many other things crowding my disorientated mind…
“It’s my room as well,” he replied, his voice sounding disembodied in the darkness, only the silhouette of his body in clear sight, only the white teeth of his smile glinting. “You’re my gift, so I keep you in my room.”
What? Had he been sleeping here as well? Underneath the sheets, I stretched out a hand, wondering if I could feel the evidence of another body beside me – and the mattress was warm. I realised that I was nude; I felt the cool linen sheets clinging softly against my skin. All of it.
What was going on here? I felt thick-headed, as if I’d been drugged, but as far as I could remember I’d taken nothing but water since I arrived. For the first time, I wondered if this place was as alien to me as I’d originally thought. Had I been on my way here, in the first place? It would explain how Eliot seemed to know me, to expect me…although I had no recollection of him. And what was this thing with the bedroom? My skin crawled with a mixture of astonishment and excitement. He undressed you. Undressed you, and lay beside you in this huge bed.
I need answers! I thought, with a flash of spirit that I dragged up from somewhere in my bemused brain. I need to know where the hell I am, who this guy is, what he wants with me, what he’s done with my clothes….
Eliot smiled again. I felt the heat of his gaze on me, and somewhere along the way I lost the will to ask any of my questions. It was like he knew exactly what I’d been thinking; knew exactly how I was feeling. I felt stripped bare of far more than my ruined shirt.
“You don’t need clothes,” he said, softly, confirming my suspicions. “You’re rested now.”
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