BROKEN NAIL DIVA
Coming April 16th
Harper Brooks refuses to be anybody except who he is, and who he is shocks most people. When he meets a gorgeous man at a sidewalk café, he has no problem telling him exactly what he wants—in vivid detail. When the Memphis rejects him, Harper hides his hurt behind flippant words and a flash of indignation, but forgetting the man might prove impossible.
Memphis doesn’t know what to think when he’s propositioned by an imp with dreamy blue eyes and an ass to die for. He doesn’t do relationships—ever—and one night spent in the gorgeous man’s bed isn’t enough. Memphis wants more. He just knows he can’t have it. Nights of passion could lead to the sexy little diva dying at the hands of Memphis’s beast.
When Harper gets kidnapped by a madman, Memphis runs to the rescue, and in doing so reveals his darkest secret. But there is a lot more going on than either of them know, especially when the bond between them creates more than either of them expected.
"Oh snap, I broke a nail."
Harper Brooks held his hand up in the air and curled his lips back in abhorrence as he looked at the chipped nail at the end of his index finger. This was going to ruin his entire day. He wasn't scheduled to see his manicurist for another week.
This just would not do. He could not walk around for the next seven days with a chipped nail. Not only would he snag it on everything, but knowing it needed repaired, he'd pick at it constantly. Harper's head snapped around, quickly scanning his surroundings until he spotted a small round table at a sidewalk café.
He made a beeline for the black iron table out in front of a small corner café and nearly collided with a stranger. The bastard took his seat. Harper ignored whoever it was as he set his bag down on the surface of the table and started rummaging through it. There were some things more important and he didn't care who'd gotten there first or who stole the chair. His bag was claiming the table.
"Don't let me bother you."
"Oh, you're not bothering me." Harper waved a dismissive hand at the man—not the chipped one—even as he inwardly acknowledged that the man's low and smoky voice had a profound impression on his libido. He almost gave up the search for his nail file to give his attention to the man at the table but he really hated having a chipped nail.
"Yes!" Harper pulled out his nail file and started buffing the damaged nail. He still needed to make an emergency appointment with Madeline but at least buffing it out would get rid of the rough edges.
Harper blew on it to get rid of the nail remnants. "There, that's better." He dropped his nail file back into his bag and then turned to look at the man sitting there staring at him like he had never seen a man buff his nails before.
It was instantly clear that the devilishly handsome man was not from Harper's little hometown. Besides the fact that almost everyone here was a cowboy of some sort, and this guy was decked out like a businessman, right down to the fancy silk shirt, Harper would have noticed any newcomers that looked this damn good.
"Hello, honey." Harper poured syrup into his voice and batted his eyelashes.
"Excuse me?" The stranger's voice was courteous yet patronizing. The dark eyebrow was blatantly condescending.
"Aren't you just the thing." Harper started fanning himself as he looked the massive man up and down. Even sitting, the guy was nearly as tall as Harper. He was a mountain Harper wouldn’t mind climbing. "Honey, the things I could do with you, to you, or even let you watch as I do them to myself."
Harper tapped his finger against his lower lip. He watched the man's nostrils flare when he slid his finger between his lips and gently bit down on the tip. He loved being naughty and this man deserved so much naughtiness. "If I had you naked for ten minutes, I would lather you up and slid down your pole." Harper's entire body tightened as he started to fantasize about this guy's pole. "Maybe five minutes."
The stranger frowned as he crossed his hands over his delicious abdomen and leaned back, appraising Harper. "Do you always talk to strangers in such a manner?"
Harper winked at the guy. "Only when I want him to bend me over the nearest flat surface."
Harper sighed when the gorgeous man continued to stare at him like he'd lost his ever-loving mind. Too bad. This one was really hot. They would have had a scorching time together. Harper reached out and trailed a finger over the skin exposed at the top of the man's open shirt. He breathed in deeply, the stranger's masculine scent wrapping around him like fur brushing over naked skin.
He stepped between the man's muscular thighs, invading his personal space before tugging gently on the edge of his silk shirt. "The things I could do to your delicious body would make your eyes roll to the back of your head." The fire that infused the stranger's golden eyes told Harper his message had gotten across to the handsome man.
Harper pouted, sticking his lush lower lip out. He knew his lips drew men in. He looked like he could suck a golf ball through a hundred feet of garden hose. He probably could. His oral abilities were damn near legendary.
They were a breath away from each other. He could feel the sexual magnetism that made the man so confident. It sent a shot of lust sizzling through Harper's body, hardening his cock into a steel pipe.
Daring to move closer, Harper tilted his head and nuzzled his nose just under the line of the man's square jaw, sniffing and rubbing against him. "Goddess, you smell like sandalwood and leather. I'd bath in your scent if I could, bottle it up and take it home so I always had it near me."
Harper was a little shocked by his forwardness, but not much. He had long ago decided to be who he wanted to be and fuck everyone else. If they didn't like him the way he was, so what? They didn't have to stick around. Harper wasn't changing for anyone. Besides, it wasn't every day he ran across men this breathtakingly handsome. He wasn't passing up the opportunity.
Harper leaned back just enough to peer up at the man through his long eyelashes. The looks he was receiving from the stranger ran a gamut from confused to intrigued to insulted to aroused, and the aroused one was the one Harper was interested in.
Aroused was freaking fantastic.
"It would be even better if you put that scent on me the old fashioned way when you fucked me into the mattress."
Harper knew it was coming but still, he was disappointed when the man grabbed him by the arms and gently set him aside. Most people didn't understand him. He shouldn't be surprised when Mr. Tall and Gorgeous didn't.
"Enough." The word was growled, firm, the message clear.
And oddly, it stabbed at Harper's heart. His cock and enthusiasm went flaccid.
Refusing to let the stranger see how much his rejection hurt, Harper plastered a smile on his face—the same one he used when going to dinner at his parents' place—and stepped back. "Your loss, darling. I could have tickled your fancy with my tongue until you screamed for mercy." Harper winked as he started to turn away but paused and added, "And I swallow."
Harper yawned as he turned off the bathroom light and made his way to his bed. He scratched his abdomen, his fingers sliding easily through the small trail of brown hair that went from his bellybutton to his groin. He crawled between the sheets, wiggling around until he found the perfect spot.
Goddess, he loved these sheets. A present from his best friend, they were soft and silky and stayed cool in the summertime, crisp against his hot skin. He closed his eyes as his head sank back into the plush pillows stacked behind him.
Harper didn't know how long he laid there before he huffed and opened his eyes to stare up at the ceiling. It had been like this for three nights now. He couldn't sleep. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw those damn gold colored eyes staring back at him. He couldn't stop thinking about the gorgeous stranger.
It was destroying his life.
Well, it destroyed any chance he had of finding someone to come home with him for the night. Harper had tried. He had gone out clubbing with friends last night and tonight. He had come home alone each night. The thought of anyone touching his skin was almost a physical pain.
Harper slid his hand down under the blankets and wrapped his fingers around his cock. The fact that he was hard came as no surprise to him. He felt like he had been hard for forever. He had jerked off more in the last three days than he had when he discovered gay porn on the internet. It happened in the most inconvenient places, too… work, the grocery store, riding the subway home from work, even when he went out with Truman for dinner.
His dick was actually starting to get mileage burns.
Harper began to wonder if he would continue to have a hard cock for the rest of his life. It was like being on a bad Viagra trip, except he didn't take Viagra. And it only got worse when he closed his eyes and thought of the gorgeous man from the sidewalk café.
He was freaking doomed!
Every time he thought about the handsome stranger, his cock filled and thickened. He just wanted to feel the stranger's hands on him or in his mouth. He wanted to feel the man's cock sink into his ass, and pound him into unconsciousness.
With his eyes still closed, in his mind, he could see the stranger fisting Harper's cock, stroking him to completion. He tightened his own fist around his shaft and began stroking from root to tip. He ran his thumb over the moist head, smearing the pre-come around and squeezing lightly. Harper bit his lip as his pumped his hand to the rhythm his hips were setting.
His thumb slipped over the head of his cock, giving him a natural lube to use as he thrust into his hand. The harder he stroked, the more he fell into his fantasy until he couldn't tell if it was the stranger's hand or his own. As the pressure built, he started moving his hips faster, thrusting into his tight grip.
It didn't take long before his balls were pulling up tight. A web of arousal spun around him as he squeezed his shaft, his thumb caressing over the leaking head. He growled when he felt the tingle shooting up his spine
As his thumb brushed over to tip of his cock once more, Harper's legs trembled and his breath caught in his throat. Feeling himself about to explode, he flipped back the covers and then let his other hand fall down to fondle his balls.
"Come for me," a smoky voice whispered into his mind, clouding all reason and making his fantasy complete.
"Fuck!" Harper screamed as hot ropes of seed shot out of his cock, splattering his chest and under his chin. He panted heavily as he opened his eyes and stared up at the ceiling. He needed to get laid or buy more batteries or something, whatever it took to get his mind off of some guy he had met for five seconds on the side of a street.
A guy who had firmly rejected him.
As he reached for a wet wipe to clean up with, Harper wondered how the stranger would feel if he knew he had become prime masturbation material. Remembering the muscles the man had sported and the friendly pat he had shared with his friend, Harper knew the guy would probably hand him his head if he knew how deep Harper's arousal ran.
It was too bad.
Harper really could have rocked his world.