Fix Me
(Club Evolve Book 1)
One
night more was one too many.
Zedidiah
Mandrake lived for one-night stands. Screw them and leave them is his motto and
it worked until he took Kerr Carmichael home. Handsome as hell and vulnerable,
Kerr wore his heart on his sleeve. Zed knew in a matter of time, he’d hurt him
and he made it very clear he was not
relationship material. Kerr played it cool; however, Zed went after him with
vengeance each time he yearned to touch him, have Kerr in a way Zed wanted no
one else to enjoy. Those times grew closer and closer together. Still, Zed
warned Kerr—you can’t fix me.
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**A Male/Male Romance**
Excerpt:
Condensation slid down the lager bottle in
tiny rivulets forming a puddle. The stranger remained oblivious to scrutiny
from a neighboring table as he ran his fingertip through the ring of water
surrounding his beer. Zedidiah Mandrake had kept his eyes trained in the man’s
direction pretty much all evening. Patrons came and went, some so hot, Zed even
considered them. Those stopping to speak were quickly sent on their way.
Otherwise, the man barely looked up from the table he sat at.
What caused someone to look that subdued?
Had he lost his job, perhaps a lover? In either case, Zed decided hours ago to
find out who he was, see if he could put a smile back on his handsome face. A
good fuck tended to brighten the darkest day and, after all, he sat alone in a
gay club known for quick hookups in secluded rooms rented hourly, sometimes a
one-night stand in a local hotel.
Zedidiah had participated in both types of activity
for years. Club Evolve catered to a variety of tastes, and he liked that. Zed
had come in tonight for no other reason than to find someone with whom he could
while away a few hours.
The man sat dead center of Zed’s radar.
Mostly because he didn’t appear to be
looking for anything. Zed and quite a few others he knew intimately came here
for one thing, the very thing the stranger didn’t seem interested in or he’d
have tagged someone to slip off with by now. It mildly surprised Zed that not
every man in the world was the whore he was.
Long legs stretched beneath the table, and
a nice sport jacket that his wavy, blond hair touched covered narrow shoulders.
There was no tie laced through his blue dress shirt collar and a few buttons
undone revealed a smattering of darker hair on his chest. Zed hated bedding men
who practiced removing their hair, though he did like them a little softer
looking, even pretty.
Didn’t matter too much—one night is all Zed
wanted.
Standing, he strode to the bar.
“Jim, how’s it going?”
“Full house, Zed.”
“Very good.” He decided against asking Jim
if he knew the man because he really didn’t give a shit. Zed ordered bourbon,
and the brand beer his quarry favored. “Let me or Sanders know if you need
anything.” Sanders Cain, an employee and Zed’s best friend, took on added
duties managing Evolve after Zed bought it on a whim. He walked to where the
guy sat, placed the bottle in front of him, and pulled out a chair. “Name’s
Zedidiah. Want some company?”
He looked up and green eyes the color of
emeralds stared at Zed. “Why not.” He motioned for Zed to sit. “I’m Kerr.”
Okay, he didn’t send him away; maybe there was promise here after all.
“You lose your best friend?”
Kerr hunched his shoulders. “A month ago.”
He sighed. “Trouble with a big account today, but it’s nothing I can’t handle.”
“Was it that important to you?” Zed
swallowed his drink in one gulp and set the glass down. “The friend I mean.”
Damn, up close, the bastard was beautiful. Full, pouty lips and he had a two-inch
scar down the left side of his face.
He had noticed Zed look at it. “Something
to remember him by.”
Would he have been as striking without the
scar? “Who cheated?”
“Why would you assume that?” Kerr lifted
the beer bottle and took a long pull of the golden liquid. Zed’s dick came to
life imagining how well the man probably sucked cock.
“No better reason for someone to attempt
scratching your eyes out.” Zed ran a finger around his glass rim. “Was he worth
it?”
“Who?”
“The strange, the lay, the new dick.” Zed’s
view of the world was put back to rights—most men, regardless of sexual
orientation, were whores. However, for some damn reason, it disappointed Zed
the one in front of him wasn’t different. What
did I expect?
Just What the Truth Is
