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Hearts and Scars Book One
One heart’s been broken. The other is secondhand.
Kory Vansant doesn’t deserve to be alive.
As time sucks him dry of energy, sapping the final ounces of strength from his congenitally enlarged heart, he's forced to end his career as Kory Kent, porn star. Staring down death, he questions his life choices and prays for a miracle. For another chance at life, he vows to change who he is at his core.
His prayers are answered. A perfect heart now beats in his chest, but it comes at a heavy price. The donor is an innocent young man cut down far too prematurely.
Kory's blemished history and his donor's spotless past are far from ideal matches.
As his debts skyrocket, Kory can’t help but think his resolve to walk the high road is being tested. After he meets the adorable Will Squire at the grave site they both visit, he’s doubly damned because there’s no way he can keep up his end of the bargain. What happens when a man breaks a deal with a higher power?
Will often prefers the company of the dead to that of the living. Following a bad breakup, he pours himself into his two jobs—funeral director at his uncle’s mortuary and part-time paramedic. He’s drawn ever closer to Kory, as if fate sticks her fickle hand in and pushes them together like two unlikely puzzle pieces. But sometimes history can’t be buried, and maybe divine intervention isn’t always right. Will discovers everyone is imperfect, no matter how pretty the outer package, and opening one’s heart is never easy, but can be oh, so worth the pain.
Genre: Contemporary RomancePurchase link(s): Amazon ARe Smashwords B&N
Content/Theme(s): M/M, Paramedic, EMT, Porn Actor, Medical, Gay, GLBT
Release Date: April 27, 2015
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Located on a shabby strip off Route 280 toward Newark, the Pleasure Palace was about ten miles out of Will’s way and so far removed from its name as to be laughable. There were two cars in the parking lot.
No one is going to see you.
He pulled the baseball cap he always left in the car down low on his head and hopped out. If he’d been dressed for a service, there was no way in hell he’d have attempted it. Same for his medic uniform. The khakis and polo shirt he’d worn to pick up Brandon Diaz’s remains from the hospital were unremarkable enough. He hoped.
The place was dark, seedy, and the sales guy behind the counter appraised Will as if he wanted to make recommendations based on sexual proclivity.
You look like you could use a butt plug.
Have I got a cock ring for you!
Step right up, my good man! Here’s a fleshlight with your name written all over it! Will Squire, right?
“Can I help you find something?”
“Just looking.” Will forced a smile and threaded his way through racks of porn DVDs. There were boobs galore in the first aisle, but he slowed in the next row when buff chests and toned asses took over the shelf space.
He didn’t watch porn on a regular basis. On rare occasions he’d peeked at some of the free stuff he found online, but then he got paranoid about computer viruses and felt guilty he wasn’t paying the people who did it for a living. Darryl was more than enough to keep him satisfied. Why would he need porn?
Will stopped in front of a disc case that advertised a big, mouth-gapingly ripped dude in an open, black leather vest trimmed in gold. It exposed his lickable bare chest and abs. Billowy sheer pants fell over his large erection like an ebony waterfall as he cuffed the base of his dick through the fabric. A black mask covered the top half of his face. Holy hell. Will’s knees felt weak as his cock filled uncomfortably fast. His face flushed with embarrassment. Are there video cameras in this place?
The Sultan of Semen, according to the title, held a crop in the hand that wasn’t supporting his boner. Two guys knelt on the floor in front of him. One reached up toward the prince’s bulge as if begging for permission to touch. The other was on all fours, his ass pink-striped and angled invitingly.
Will released a noisy breath as he reached for the DVD.
No. You’re here to find something Darryl will like. Make it happen. You have a huge night ahead of you.
The nerves that knocked him out every time he imagined popping the question wilted his hard-on. Will gave the leather Adonis a final glance and walked on. He found the undergarment section farther ahead and stood dumbfounded for at least a minute. What the hell is Darryl hoping for? He liked it a bit kinkier than average, enjoyed being in control, but Will couldn’t imagine himself in any of this stuff.
At five-seven Will wasn’t anything to write home about, but he’d stayed in shape from his track-running days. He kept up his gym membership to make the most of what genetics had dropped on him.
Ugh. Will grabbed a jock strap as the lesser of a hundred evils. He was turning toward the counter when he saw the black masks. He snatched one off the display rack and walked toward the smug cashier feeling like an outed perv.
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