When you feel as though you've lost everything, you have everything to gain...
Blurb
Crossroads: a point at which a crucial decision must
be made that will have far-reaching consequences
Clete Deveraux is a little old Southern boy a long way from
home, drifting the highways with his abusive boyfriend, Vern. Tal Clark is
newly graduated from the University of Missouri in Columbia, but his plans for
a carefree summer have just been derailed and he’s not sure what he’s going to
do.
Things happen for a
reason…
Clete and Tal’s lives intersect at a rest stop in central
Missouri, but sometimes first impressions aren’t the best. And finding the
right path isn’t always easy.
Clete and Tal have reached a crossroads… and now they have
to decide which way they want to go. And who they want to go with.
Excerpt
As he rounded the corner, he stopped dead in his tracks, his
thought not only unfinished, but completely slammed from his head by the sight
before him. A figure stood in front of one of the vending machines, slender
legs encased in tight blue jeans that led to the most gorgeous ass Tal thought
he’d ever seen in his life, a notion that was seconded by his dick, which
twitched its agreement.
Genie who?
The girl had fine blonde hair, so pale it seemed almost
white, but maybe that was just due to the harshness of the lights. Tal’s heart
was beating a staccato tattoo inside his chest at the way she shifted her
weight from one leg to the next. His imagination began to run rampant, as he
pictured himself placing his hands on those dainty hips, drawing her to him as
he nibbled on her neck. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this
turned on. A little voice inside his head rejoiced. Genie was wrong—he wasn’t what
she’d said he was, and this was proof positive of that. It was all her fault if
he found more pleasure in a book than in her bed. See? The proof of his
sexuality was here, staring him in the face. Well, her ass, his face.
And then she turned, and in the next moment all his
illusions shattered around him.
She... was... a he.
Just damn.
This guy was pretty enough to be a girl, easily, Tal’s
confused libido tried to make amends. He wore small hoop earrings in one ear
that jingled lightly when he turned his head. His eyes were a blue so pale they
almost disappeared into his face, his smooth skin lightly tanned, which only
brought out the pinkness of his pretty lips.
Pretty lips? Where had that come from?
