When an accident burns down Jesse’s apartment, he’s left broke and homeless, with a giant dog and a college schedule he can’t afford to maintain. And no family who’s willing to take him in.
Lucky for him, a sexy fireman offers him a place to stay. The drawback? The fireman’s big Latino family lives next door, and they don’t know their son is gay.
Tomas’s parents made their way in America with hard work and by accepting help when it was offered, so he won’t let Jesse drop out of school just so he can afford a place to live. Besides, Jesse’s the perfect roommate—funny, sweet and breathtakingly cute. He climbs into Tomas’s bed and tugs at his heart. Until Jesse starts pushing for more.
Their passion enflames their bodies but threatens to crush Tomas’s family. Tomas is willing to fight for Jesse, but after losing everything, Jesse isn’t sure he can bear to risk his one remaining possession—his heart.
Warning: Contains an angry older brother, judgmental best friends, a slobbering bull mastiff, and enough red-hot gay loving to make a porn star blush.
Whimpering, Char tugged on the leash. She backed up and barked to shoo the other dogs away. But then Sushi went around to sniff her ass, and Char took the opportunity to return the favor. Suddenly, something was decided between them, and they were sniffing all over each other, play fighting.
It wasn’t much different than the couple clubs Jesse had been to, except that men tended to wait until they were in private to lick one another’s butts.
Only Chester hung back, batting with his paws. He seemed to want to get in a couple sniffs but was thwarted by the more aggressive Sushi. With his gray muzzle, he had the air of an old dog, one not up to wrestling with a hundred- pound mastiff.
“I think I can let her go.” Tomas struggled to get the collar off Chardonnay’s neck and set her free.
Fur flew everywhere as the two dogs wrestled and grabbed and yelped and growled, with Chester barking his loudest in the background. Jesse stepped forward to stop them from hurting one another, but Tomas pushed him out of the way.
“They’ll figure it out,” he said, close to Jesse’s ear. The way he crowded him toward the door was exactly what Jesse liked. Jesse didn’t have much experience—just that month and a half with Bobby, and a few hookups since he’d moved to Seattle—but a guy advancing on him, pushing him into a wall or onto a bed... Man, the rough-and-ready types really turned his knob.
“Um, yeah.” He’d forgotten what he and Tomas were discussing.
A loud yelp sounded from the yard. “Aren’t you worried one of them’ll get hurt?”
Tomas gave Jesse a smile so hot it could have melted paint off the walls. “Nah. Sushi and Chester were strays. They’ve toughed it out before.”
About the author:
Birkenstock-wearing glamour girl and mother of two by immaculate conception, Daisy Harris still isn't sure if she writes erotica. Her romances start out innocently enough. However, her characters behave like complete sluts. Much to Miss Harris's dismay the sex tends to get completely out of hand.
She writes about fantastical creatures and about young men getting their freak on, and she's never missed an episode of The Walking Dead.