Author: | KC Kendricks | ISBN: | 9781386995975 |
Publisher: | White Deer Enterprises/White Deer Books | Publication: | September 23, 2017 |
Imprint: | Language: | English |
Author: | KC Kendricks |
ISBN: | 9781386995975 |
Publisher: | White Deer Enterprises/White Deer Books |
Publication: | September 23, 2017 |
Imprint: | |
Language: | English |
Dalton makes Reed tingle in all the right places. Now Reed’s ready to answer the question that’s haunted his every failed relationship. Is he really gay?
Reed walked into Dalton’s life and everything changed. This time, Dalton won’t hide the fact he’s gay from anyone, even his son.
Together they surrender all to each other and claim the ultimate victory.
* * * * *
Dalton's hand rested on the table, palm down, relaxed. The pale band around his wrist where he normally wore a watch showed off his suntan. Slowly, he rolled his hand over. Anyone watching wouldn’t think a thing about the small gesture, so easy and natural as he did it. But I knew it for what it really was.
Invitation. Promise. Please.
My own personal Rubicon lay before me. The line that once crossed changed worlds. What was would cease and what was to be would come to life with the touch of that hand, and I trembled in the face of it.
Always before I’d shied away from this moment, running from the commitment the acceptance of truth would bring to my door. There would be no more denials, no more flight. If I crossed my Rubicon, I would be forever changed.
The freedom that beckoned took my breath away in much the same way Dalton did.
Dalton makes Reed tingle in all the right places. Now Reed’s ready to answer the question that’s haunted his every failed relationship. Is he really gay?
Reed walked into Dalton’s life and everything changed. This time, Dalton won’t hide the fact he’s gay from anyone, even his son.
Together they surrender all to each other and claim the ultimate victory.
* * * * *
Dalton's hand rested on the table, palm down, relaxed. The pale band around his wrist where he normally wore a watch showed off his suntan. Slowly, he rolled his hand over. Anyone watching wouldn’t think a thing about the small gesture, so easy and natural as he did it. But I knew it for what it really was.
Invitation. Promise. Please.
My own personal Rubicon lay before me. The line that once crossed changed worlds. What was would cease and what was to be would come to life with the touch of that hand, and I trembled in the face of it.
Always before I’d shied away from this moment, running from the commitment the acceptance of truth would bring to my door. There would be no more denials, no more flight. If I crossed my Rubicon, I would be forever changed.
The freedom that beckoned took my breath away in much the same way Dalton did.