Featuring Trent & Dieter
“No, stop. Oh please, stop. I just am not going to believe that you’re not using lash oils of some sort. Adam. No, just stop lying to us. Neither Johnny or I am buying this shit. Those are your natural lashes! Please bitch.”
I rolled my eyes at my two fellow skaters who were joining me on a Skype chat via my laptop. Then I glanced across the table at my lover when he grunted and waved a finger at him. Dieter rolled his eyes. He really had no idea the importance of a three way with two other gay figure skaters. Oh my, that could have been naughty. Good thing my mind is pure as the driven snow.
“The takeout is getting cold,” Dieter reminded me. I threw a quick look at my two chat mates then sighed internally. “And we only have tonight.”
“My fellow queens, I have to go. No, do not make that face Jonathon. My man is only here for one night and he needs some sweetness. Adam, we will continue this conversation at a later date. Ta, boys.”
I exited the chat and closed the lid on my laptop. Dieter gave me a small smile. I folded my hands on top of the Dell and grinned impishly at him.
“Are you put out with me?” I asked, working on a little pout that always seemed to ease his grumps. “I had no idea the boys would call, and Johnny would be all about the lash talk tonight. You know how he can be, the pushy cow bag.”
My man shoved a container of rice at me. I pushed my laptop to the side and slid the container closer.
“I get it, I do. I just hate sharing you, especially with those slinky little figure skaters you’re so close to.”
Why the man was jealous. Bless his big, rugged heart!
“Oh, baby, you have no worries about Adam or Johnny! Why on this big gay earth would I sign up to be with such high maintenance men? Lord knows I barely have time for my own wardrobe and daily routines. Could you imagine two gays like me flouncing around this old place?! We’d stab each other to death with a curling iron in a matter of days!”
He chuckled gruffly over his container of won ton soup. “Yeah, I guess so.”
“Trust me love, there is no one that can take your place in my heart… or in my ass.”
I gave him the filthiest wink I could, and the fire leaped to life in his gaze. Now that was better. I couldn’t have my tough, rough Railer pouting on his one night in Philly, could I?
“Why don’t we eat faster?” Dieter said, his voice smoky and hot.
“Why don’t we eat later?” I stood up slowly, my gaze never leaving his. “Or at least let me offer you…” I turned to let him feast his hungry gaze on my ass in tight mauve leather pants. I patted a cheek. “An appetizer?”
Dieter pushed to his feet, dropped his spoon to the table, and rounded the table. We never did make it to the bedroom, but he certainly got as much Trent Hanson as he could swallow for the entrée.
Deep Edge (Harrisburg Railers #3) – OUT NOW
One man’s passion, another man’s lies. Can love fix even the darkest of hearts?
Trent Hanson is a figure skating phenom adored by millions around the world. His whole life has been dedicated to the sport he loves even when the sport – and his own family – have turned against him. From the playground to the Olympics to his parent’s living room, Trent has fought against bullies and homophobes to be the out and proud gay man he is. But the constant fighting has left Trent tired, lonely, and skittish. All those fears will have to be shelved though when he’s hired to spend the summer working with the Harrisburg Railers ice hockey team. Who would have guessed that the man fate has decided to pair him off with is Dieter Lehmann, all-around sex god and a man who seems to have everything to prove and doesn’t care who he hurts to get what he wants.
Dieter has spent too many years languishing in the minors, and a secret addiction to prescription painkillers means his career is in a downward spiral. His ex is blackmailing him, and he’s close to walking away from it all. But when he’s called up in the run for the Stanley Cup to cover injuries he has a taste of what it’s like playing in the NHL, and he realizes that a place on the Railers’ roster is what he wants more than anything. More than listening to his heart, and even more than caring for the infuriating figure skater who gets under his skin. When he crosses the line to get what he wants, he knows he has lost his way. He has to change, but is it too late for both his career and any chance he might have at love?