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Handsome Luke Kirby loves books, so when he finds boxes of old and
beautiful tomes in a dusty shop, he can’t resist buying them. To his delight
one of them contains what he hopes will bring an end to his loneliness and
heartache. As he prepares to cast an ancient prayer spell to the god of love,
across town Ethan Goss decides that moving to a new apartment will ease his
broken heart.
With the help of an eccentric real estate agent, who just might be a left
over mythical god, gorgeous Ethan goes to a viewing in the block where Luke
lives.
When Luke meets Ethan in the lobby, it’s the start of a passionate love
affair.
Fate hasn’t finished with the two handsome men—will true happiness evade
them both?
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In the
lobby, Victor stopped walking. “I should show you the garden, but I need the
key for the gate. It’s in my car. Wait here a moment.” He strode rapidly out of
the front doors.
Ethan
checked out the table in the foyer where mail sat in three neat stacks. One
stack had a lot, the others not much at all. Ethan couldn’t help reading the
names on the envelopes. As his gaze traveled over the addresses, someone
clattered down the polished hardwood stairs.
Ethan
turned to the footsteps.
A young man
glanced up from watching where his feet fell. His blue eyes locked with Ethan’s
stare.
Ethan gazed
at him, and his stomach lurched. His heart pounded. Not one word would form in
his mind other than, Wow.
The young
man smiled, approaching the table. “Hi. I’m collecting my snail mail—yeah, not
much as usual.”
Through a
daze of attraction, Ethan watched the man pick up the two envelopes in his
stack. He looked the young man up and down, taking in his hard body and
fashionably cut dark hair. He held back a sigh of appreciation as the man
turned to him.
“Are you
the new tenant?” He waved a hand at the apartment door.
His low
voice traveled over Ethan like a glaze of melting honey. Ethan stared at the
man’s handsome face. He is gorgeous.
About my age, too. “I haven’t taken the place yet, just…just viewed it.”
The young
man moved closer. “You should take it. There aren’t many places as good, big,
and with a garden this close to the city.” He held out his hand. “Luke Kirby. I
live on the third floor, but that’s my patch of garden next to yours, if you
take the place. It might seem odd to have to trundle down the stairs to sit in
the sun with my coffee, but I’ve grown used to it.” His eyes sparkled at Ethan.
He held Ethan’s gaze as he talked.
Butterflies
filled Ethan’s stomach. He couldn’t stop his heart hammering and wondered if he
could actually speak, meeting Luke had such an effect on him. “Ethan Goss.” He
shook Luke’s hand. What he felt like doing was pulling the guy close and
kissing those perfect lips that moved again.
“Pleased to
meet you.” Luke held on to Ethan’s hand. His eyes held something unspoken.
A wave of
longing rose through Ethan. His loneliness and need for sex put an ache in his
stomach, replacing the butterflies. He glanced down at the strong hand gripping
his, wondering if he could hold on a little longer, despite how weird that
might be. Better not, that’s kinda creepy.
All the same, it wasn’t Ethan who abandoned the handshake.
Luke let go
but trailed his fingertips along Ethan’s palm as he withdrew his hand.
With his
skin tingling from the touch, Ethan gazed into Luke’s blue eyes and knew. He’s gay. He somehow knows I am,
too—probably the way I’m ogling him. He’s interested in me. Thank you, god.
Ethan flashed his eyes at Luke with a flirtatious expression he usually
reserved for cute guys he met in the gay bar.
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