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Category:
Gay/Lesbian/Bi
ISBN-10: 172066501X
Type: Fiction
Pages: 225
Copyright: 08/01/2018
ISBN-13: 9781720665014
Price: $4.99 (eBook)
It’s summertime, the perfect season for another trip to Cozzi Cove: the magical place where nothing is what it seems, and romance is always in the sea air. Will Cal, his family, and his guests have happy endings? It’s Cozzi Cove after all.
It’s summertime, the perfect season for another trip to Cozzi Cove: the magical place where nothing is what it seems and romance is always in the sea air. Welcome back to hunky Cal Cozzi’s seven guest bungalows on the New Jersey Shore. This summer Cal is visited by Kevin Donovan, a handsome man from his past who makes Cal a tempting offer to buy Cozzi Cove and provide financial security to Cal and Michael’s baby. Cal’s Wall Street sister, Taylor, has hopped aboard Kevin’s green wagon. However, Cal’s husband, Michael, and Taylor’s wife, Carla, aren’t convinced, sensing something much deeper in Kevin’s offer than meets the roving eye. Cal’s exhibitionist new houseboy, Carlos, is smitten with Cal’s sweet-faced nanny, Alfred, who carries a shocking secret in his magic Mormon underwear. Middle-aged matchmaker Gilead has matched guests Marine Master Sergeant Matt Pummel and much younger businessman Keone Paoa to the chagrin of cute young lawyer Luis Lui. As skeletons come out of their closets, the bears and cubs search for their true honey. Woodsy guest Nyx Oberon meets a sexy werewolf at the cove and they share a howling moonlit night. Nyx believes his newfound lover could be part of a much larger plan that would change his life and the world forever. Will Cal, his family, and his guests have happy endings? It’s Cozzi Cove after all.
Excerpt
The porch door swung open to Carlos Araujo. The young man was in the buff with his large olive-toned muscles and club-like penis on display. “Good morning.”
Cal moved behind his desk in the living room, not quite believing his own eyes.
Carlos approached the desk. His dark eyes glistened in the morning sunlight emanating from the window. “I’m ready for a new adventure.”
“It seems you forgot to get dressed this morning, Carlos.”
He unleashed a row of white teeth. “One of the many benefits of working at a gay resort in the summer.”
“Not exactly.” Cal felt older than his years. “This isn’t a nudist camp. If you want to work here, you’ll need to put on some clothes—and keep them on.”
Carlos sighed. “You may want to rethink that, Cal.”
Cal did a double take. “Excuse me?”
“Many brilliant people were nudists, including some past presidents like Roosevelt, Adams, Johnson, Kennedy, and Richter. Though I wouldn’t want to have seen any of them naked, except maybe Kennedy. He was pretty hot.”
Cal stifled a grin. “Richter wasn’t president.”
Alfred said, “He invented the earthquake measuring system.”
Noticing someone else was in the room, Carlos flexed his huge biceps. “And Richter would have shaken like an earthquake if he measured these.”
Cal said, “Carlos, this is Alfred Castle, C.J.’s nanny.”
“Hey,” Carlos replied, checking himself out in the wall mirror.
Alfred put his hands in his pockets and looked down at his shoes.
Cal cleared this throat. “Carlos, how about you put some clothes on.”
Carlos said like an adolescent facing curfew, “Do I have to?”
“Yes, you have to,” Cal replied.
“You’re the boss.”
“Yes, I am.”
Carlos shrugged his large shoulders, sprinted out to the parking area, pulled some clothes out of his trunk, dressed, and hurried back into the main bungalow. With his pec, back, ab, thigh, and calf muscles bursting out of a lime tank top and white shorts, he spun in front of Cal’s desk. “Better?”
“Much,” Cal replied.
Cal looked out the window as Michael got into his sports car and drove off. The sun was already out in full force casting a golden ray over the bay.
Carlos followed Cal’s gaze. “This place is like paradise.”
“No argument here. My great-grandfather and Michael’s great-grandfather built it. My brother renovated it with my sister’s money, including the solar panels on the bungalow roofs.”
Cal noticed Carlos was combing his hair, clearly not listening. He sat and turned on his computer. “Any questions about your duties, Carlos?”
“No. They seem pretty basic, especially stocking the night table drawers with condoms.” His dimples appeared. “I’m accustomed to that.”
“It’s for the guests.”
“Speaking of the guests, I do have one question.” Carlos rested his palms on the desk and his pecs swelled like melons. “Can I take off my clothes when I make up the bungalows?” He grinned. “I imagine the guests would love it.”
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