Next project? Haven't decided yet. I've been toying with a number of ideas for something paranormal, but I never know when a contemporary or historical wild hair will sprout. ;-)
It was just an amateur porn video, like thousands of others on the Internet. Like hundreds Jonathan Wright has seen and hundreds more he's ignored. He hadn't intended to watch it. In fact, he hadn't intended to go anywhere near his home office. He was simply on his way to the bathroom—the only sensible destination, aside from bed, in the middle of the night.
Jon's fuck-buddy for the evening doesn't think so. Much to Jon's annoyance, his trick is having some solo fun in front of the computer as he watches a lithe, blond young man doing naughty things with a bearish, older man. When Jon gives in to his curiosity and watches the same video the next day, he's seduced too ... and feels like a pervert afterward. The youth in the video seems a little too young, despite the fact he also has his own escort service. Worse yet, Jon gets the nagging feeling he's seen "Justin Time," aka precious_boy, before.
One of Jon's former lovers, a college professor eleven years his senior, is the connecting link between that vague sense of recognition and the hot bottom whose screen name is precious_boy. When Jon takes the defining step of meeting Justin in a Chicago hotel room, his past, present, and possibly his future begin to converge in alarming and confusing ways. There’s no escaping the resulting dilemma: Jon must decide just how involved he wants to get with a sweet kid, all grown up now, whose life has turned sour, and with an ex-lover who seems to care more about his own needs than those of his lost son.
The resolution lies in trust that was established and faith that was betrayed seven years earlier. And it won't come easily.
I do know this week will be devoted to setting up my garage sale for the Labor Day weekend. Gads, what misery being out there, now that the heat and humidity are back! I hope they break soon. I also hope I have buyers for my hundreds of books. I'll tell ya, I have one enormous, eclectic collection, and I'm sure the sale will barely make a dent in it.