Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Lovers of M/M Romance Get a New Treat!

When a murderer finds out that sexy construction company owner Adam Hoale discovered a deadly secret in his latest flip, Adam may just get flipped himself!

A Hoale Lot of Trouble

Adam Hoale owns a construction company called Hoale Construction. When he finds an eye-opening surprise in the walls of a house he’s flipping, and a libido flaring surprise standing on the lawn, he's willing to do the right thing with the surprise in the wall while entertaining lusty thoughts about the surprise on the lawn.

But as the world finds out what he discovered, and his new boy toy seems to be keeping too many secrets to make a relationship a reality, Adam soon realizes he may just get flipped himself if he's not careful.


Dirk Williams wasn’t classically handsome. He had beautiful, piercing green eyes, a strong, almost too large nose and a cupid’s bow mouth that, on its own, would probably have been considered too feminine, but somehow it worked with his other features. 

His longish, mahogany colored hair was always tousled and his square chin was perpetually covered in a dark stubble. He generally looked as if he’d just rolled out of bed. It was his trademark look and he’d won the hearts of women and gay men alike by the millions with it. It came across well on the big screen. 

It wasn’t half bad in person either. 

When he smiled at Adam, a sexy dimple showed in each, bristly cheek. “Hey, Adam. You look like hell.”
Walter jumped up and gave Dirk’s elbow a tender kiss with his long, wet tongue. Dirk scratched the big dog’s head. “Hey, boy. How are you?”

Adam forced his knees to straighten and shrugged Maddy off his shoulder. He could barely pretend he wasn’t dying from the inside as it was, without trying to sustain her weight too. “Thanks, man. It’s always nice to see you, too.”

Dirk just laughed, immune to Adam’s sarcasm as always. “Are you guys leaving?”

Maddy and Adam shared a look. They were covered in sweat, their hair plastered to their faces in dripping ribbons. They stank from several layers of sweat. Their knees were wobbling from exhaustion, and they were headed out the door rather than in

Dirk just stood there, waiting for a response. 

Adam’s lips parted but he slammed them shut again. He knew if he said anything it would be pure snark, and god help him, despite his anger at Dirk for how he’d left things between them, he wanted to sell that monstrosity of a house to him. So he chewed on his tongue and shook his head, starting past the other man. 
“It was nice seeing you, Dirk. Have a great workout.”

Dirk grabbed his arm. 

Despite his exhaustion, Adam experienced the usual alarm signals when Dirk touched him. Like tiny little electric shocks, Dirk’s warm, smooth fingers marked him with a semi-permanent brand on his heart. It had always been the problem between them. Adam was like a lust addict where Dirk was concerned. And Dirk was too wrapped up in himself to reciprocate on anything but a superficial level. 

“I’d love some company.” The intense, green gaze found his and sent a message that would be impossible to miss. He was interested in picking up where they’d left off. At least sexually. 

For one brief, horrible moment, Adam was tempted. Fortunately for him, his traitorous libido was buried under several waves of sweat and pain. “Not tonight. Maybe another time.”

Adam walked through the door. Maddy said a quick goodbye to Dirk and shuffled after him. Walter bounded ahead to Adam’s truck. 

Dirk held the door open. “I’m gonna be in town for a while, Adam.” 

Adam stopped, turned. “Really?” 

“Yeah. Maybe we can have dinner together? Sometime soon?”

Adam stared into the other man’s piercing green gaze and then inclined his head, non-committal. “I’ll see ya around, Dirk.”

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