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a novel of romantic gay love, book three of the Southern Cross series
contemporary romance - not fantasy
An author pick!
Brett Houston triumphed over his life. Raised by an abusive
father, Brett sacrificed his personal happiness to keep the ones
he loved safe. Ready to make big changes in his life, Brett treats
himself to a Caribbean vacation. To his surprise, he ends up at
a seaside ball, wearing a G-string and presiding over the
festivities as Poseidon, the God of the Sea.
Mark Matthews left behind his hometown, and his first love, to
put down roots in California. With vacation time to use or lose,
Mark books a holiday on the island of St. Lucia, unaware of the
surprise reunion Fate has waiting for him.
Brett cautiously examines the fractured bonds of the past, while
questioning the possibility of a future with Mark. It’s simpler for
Mark. He won’t settle for anything less than a future tending to
“So how’d you get to be Poseidon, Brett?”
“Wrong place, wrong time, is my best guess. They cornered me.”
“Aw, come on. Don’t tell me you’re not having any fun at all.” Mark offered me some sort of meatball on a
toothpick. I accepted it and chewed, its peppery, bourbon-tinged flavor made my mouth water for more.
“I can’t say that. Actually, I’m flattered they asked. How’d you get to be a member of my court?”
“I’ve no clue. When I checked in, there was an envelope waiting for me at the front desk informing me I’d
been selected, if I wanted to, so I said why not?”
I looked him in the eye. “That ‘why not’ used to get you in all sorts of trouble.”
Mark nodded, and met my gaze without flinching. “I know, but I’m more careful these days.”
It was my turn to roll my eyes. “Sure, you are, Mark. I believe you.”
He leaned in, his green eyes hot and serious. “I am, damn it! I grew up. Now stop trying to make me feel
Why should he get off the hook? The years dropped away, and I regressed to seventeen again, too. I drilled
him with my best stare, and kept my voice down.
“You gave me the clap!”
Mark’s fingers closed around my wrist. “Christ! I didn’t do it on purpose, you know.” He scanned the crowd,
and so did I. No one was paying any attention to us.
“And I don’t have it now, for your information. I don’t have anything.”
I really wanted to believe that, but I knew I couldn’t.
“Bully for you. I’m not going to be your fuck buddy for the next few days, so if that’s what this is about, you
can get over it.”
“Fuck bu…? Have you lost your mind?”
Yes, I had, and I didn’t care if I got it back. I stared at him as he forged ahead.
“I wouldn’t fuck you again, Brett Houston, if you were the last man on the island! I loved you, man, and you
just walked away like I was nothing more than dog shit you needed to clean off your shoes!”
“You told me you weren’t out fucking anyone else. That was a lie, you little twink. You tricked your way
across town and back.”
Mark ripped off his mask and glared at me. “You were the older know-it-all, the one in too much of a hurry to
put on a fucking rubber!”
He had me with the truth on that fact. “You weren’t the only one who was younger, Mark.”
“And that makes it all better?” He leaned back and blew out a long breath. “Okay, okay. Can we not do this?
We haven’t seen each other in twenty years, and we’re going at it like it’s only been twenty minutes.”
He had me again, because he was right again. Nothing would be served by sniping back and forth. Seeing
him thrust me back to an uneasy era in my life. It was time for me to act like the man I was if I wanted to stay
in touch with him from now on, maybe even call him friend.
“I’m sorry, Mark.”
He gawked at me, then stuck his pinkie finger in his ear and wiggled it around.
“I’m going deaf. I would swear I heard Brett Houston say he was sorry.”
“Funny. See me laugh? I mean it, Mark. I’m sorry for a lot of things.”
But I’m not sorry about those times I had you.
About this book in
its series ...
|Contemporary gay romance - the Southern Cross series
These stories may be read individually even though the characters
have "cameo" roles in subsequent stories. The author suggests reading them in order:
Netting Neptune, Taming Triton, Poseidon's Pleasure,
Between the Moon and the Deep Blue Sea and Catching Fireflies.