Released December 2011
BLURB:
When Harper Evans discovers his boyfriend in yet another bar with yet another Joe, he makes the final break and kicks him out. More relieved than heart-broke, Harper turns his attention to the letter burning a hole in his pocket that could mean a fresh start across the country.
Pitt Mullen has been looking for just such an opportunity and pounces on it – and Harper – when it shows up. But not everything is as it appears. When Pitt gets a late night call and rushes to another, will Harper understand or cut his ties before he listens to the truth?
EXCERPT:
“What did I say the last time I caught you out?” Cold realization simmered in Harper’s belly, hardening into resolve. He wasn’t anyone’s pawn. If the man didn’t want to be in a relationship, Sly just had to fucking say so.
Of course, with Harper paying for everything, why would Sly want to lose that?
“That we’d be through if I did it again.”
Harper waved a hand between them. “This is over. Get your shit out of my apartment.”
The wounded look on Sly’s face would have given Harper pause if he’d really given a shit about the other man. Instead, Harper found he was more relieved than anything else to be rid of this particular bit of baggage.
Sly nodded, hanging his head in what he would have called a suitably remorseful fashion. “I’ll swing by tomorrow.”
“Good.” Harper turned away from his ex, wanting nothing more than to put tonight’s events behind him. Ten steps later he found his path blocked. There weren’t many men who would chance him walking over the top of them. Really, only one that Harper knew made a habit of it.
Pitt Mullen.
Harper took his time to look over the shorter man in front of him. Sky blue eyes and dark blond hair, tanned skin, a pert nose and cheeks that would dimple completed the prettiest face Harper had the privilege of knowing. He’d dreamed of Pitt more times than he cared to admit but he’d been dating Sly which made him unavailable. Until now.
Pitt continued to stare up at him, a slight quirk to his full lips.
Harper’s gaze dialed in on them, watching as a pink tongue darted out to lick those lips. He stifled a groan as his cock hardened in his jeans. Jesus.
Pitt’s gaze slid off in the direction Harper just came from as he jerked his chin in Sly’s direction. “You finally get your head out of your butt?”
Harper’s lip curled up. “Just because we’re friends, don’t think I won’t kick your ass, Little Bit.”
Quick as a flash, Pitt pressed his body against Harper’s, shifting just a bit to leave no doubt how turned on he was by Harper. “Sure that’s what you wanna do with my ass, Harp?”
