Captivated Lovers 2
Coming February 13th
Seth O’Connal is leery of dating, especially after being
used by previous love interests to get closer to his best friend’s billionaire
husband. When he’s approached in the supermarket by a handsome Italian offering
to make him homemade spaghetti, Seth can’t help but say yes, even if he’s
hesitant. When their first date rocks Seth’s world, he wonders if sharing his
secret is the next step or if he should keep it to himself.
Detective Frank De Luca is enchanted by Seth. The man seems
to be just about perfect. Afraid of scaring Seth off, he wants to get to know
him better before spilling the beans about his dangerous line of work. Called
to the scene of a bombing, Frank is shocked to learn that the victim is none
other than his Seth. But finding out who is after Seth might be easier than
accepting Seth’s secret.
STORY EXCERPT
"You know
that stuff will kill you, right?"
Seth looked up
from his squatted position in front of the numerous jars of premade spaghetti
sauce to see a long set of jean clad legs standing beside him. He followed the
well muscled legs all the way up past a flat abdomen and wide muscular chest to
the sexiest chiseled face he'd ever laid eyes on. There was even a hint of dark
stubble on the man's square jaw.
Seth cocked an
eyebrow at the man as he looked up at him. "You have something better in
mind?"
"I
might," the man said and then he grinned, his face showing off the most
delicious looking dimples, one on each cheek.
Seth flushed
when the sudden ache to lick those dimples almost overcame his common sense.
The man that stood before him was very obviously fit. While Seth could hold his
own in most situations, this guy could probably wipe the floor with him.
Seth knew he
needed to tread carefully. The invitation seemed to be there in the man's
sparkling blue eyes but Seth had been wrong before and paid the price in
bruises and sore muscles. The man might not even be gay.
The stranger held
out his hand. "The name's Frank, Frank De Luca."
Seth took the
man's hand, standing to his feet. He shook it for a moment then let it go,
wishing he didn't have to. "Seth O'Connal."
Frank gestured
to the jar of premade spaghetti sauce Seth had been looking at moments before.
"Do you always eat processed food? Homemade is so much better."
"I do if I
don't want to poison myself." Seth chuckled. "I'm not much of a
cook."
"Not good
with your hands?"
Seth knew there
had to be a hidden message in those words. Okay, he hoped there was a hidden
message in those words. "I'm good with my hands, very good in fact, just
not in the kitchen."
One dark eyebrow
arched and then the dimples came back as Frank smiled again. "Just what
can you do with your hands then?"
Seth was ready
to come in his jeans right where he stood. The most gorgeous man in the
universe was coming on to him. There just couldn't be any other explanation.
The signals the guy threw out were too well placed.
"I can do a
lot of things with my hands. I just can't cook," Seth replied. "Can
you?"
"Oh, I'm
very good in the kitchen," Frank replied. Seth felt the man's eyes move
down his body like a scorching heat. He was growing hard right there in aisle
eight of the supermarket. "I like handling hot stuff."
Seth almost
groaned. He only stopped himself by biting his lower lip. A moment later he
wasn't so lucky when Frank reached out and rubbed his thumb across Seth's
caught lip until he let go of it.
"Now, if
you go and hurt your lip how are you going to be able to enjoy my homemade
spaghetti sauce?" Frank asked.
Frank's touch
was feathery light but Seth felt it all of the way down to his toes. "You're
homemade spaghetti sauce?" he whispered huskily. "Am I going to be
eating your homemade spaghetti sauce?"
"I
certainly hope so."
"Wh-When?"
Seth felt like a goober, unable to put a simple word together but all he could
think of was the way that Frank's thumb felt on his lower lip. He wanted to
feel it on other parts of his body.
"Tomorrow
night?" Frank asked. "Eight o'clock sharp?"
"Your place
or mine?"
"That’s up
to you," Frank said. "Do you have a cell phone?"
Seth nodded and
dug into his pocket. He handed it over when Frank reached for it, watching
mesmerized as Frank punched in a bunch of buttons. When Frank stepped closer as
he handed it back, his phone number was typed in along with his name.
"Call me
and we can make arrangements."
Seth nodded
again. He was having a very hard time thinking clearly. Frank's cologne
surrounded him and it smelled wonderful. Seth could just smell an underlying
scent of masculine musk. It made him ache with need and forget all about eating
spaghetti. He wanted something else in his mouth.
"Are you
going to call me, Seth?" Frank asked very quietly.
"Are you
going to make me spaghetti?" Seth countered.
"I'll make
you anything you want."
"Then I'll
call."
"I'll be
waiting." Frank grinned, sporting his deep dimples once again. The back of
his hand brushed the side of Seth's face then quickly fell away before anyone
could see. "I want to know what you can do with those hands of
yours."
Seth's jaw
dropped as he watched Frank walk away. Correction, the world's most perfect ass
walked away. A tight rounded ass encased in even tighter blue jeans. Frank was
a gay man's wet dream. He'd certainly be in Seth's dreams tonight.
