Collin expected to spend another summer fixing cars and working at the college pizzeria. Instead, he’s living in a beach house on Fire Island, waiting tables at a hip seaside restaurant and, for the first time since he and Tanner got together, they can publicly be known as boyfriends. Being “out” takes some getting used to, but with the help of new and old friends, Collin is happier than he ever imagined. And more in love. But newfound freedom brings unexpected challenges, and when friends get flirty, old insecurities arise. Moments of doubt and jealousy threaten their happiness, and Collin and Tanner must confront the truth or risk losing it all.
I really enjoyed the first book in the series and was curious how Collin and Tanner would handle being somewhere they are able to be themselves. I loved how their relationship grew in this book. They were able to admit how deeply they loved each other and didn’t have to censor their actions while on Fire Island. I kind of figured out the Jason thing before it happened. But it was still hard to watch Tanner’s reaction. I hated Maggie. She was a horrible character but worked as the perfect bad guy in the book. Some could call the ending a HEA but there are things Collin needs to work out before their relationship feels complete. I’m very excited for the third book in this series. I’d also love to see Bryan happy with someone as well. He was an interesting character and would make for a great story to see his background.
Four and a half stars
I asked Collin to tell us what he dreads most about leaving Fire Island. What he said is absolutely wonderful. Read and enjoy!
What do I dread most about leaving Fire Island? Sheesh. That’s a loaded question. My palms started sweating the second I saw the word dread. I don’t know. I’m a worrier. It’s just my nature. And I’m not great at handling change, though I’m really trying to work on that. What I’ve loved about being on Fire Island is the freedom. Not just because it’s the first time I’ve lived anywhere more than 10 minutes away from the town where I grew up—it’s just different here. People are more accepting. More open. Things definitely get a bit more wild. You know how you don’t know you wanted something because you never had it, then you get it and you don’t know how you ever lived without it? I think I’ll feel a bit of that when we leave Fire Island. Because being back at school isn’t going to be anything like our summer here has been. I kinda still haven’t answered your question. Dread. God, I hate that word. It’s like a cloud of doom. I guess I dread that when we go back to school we have to go back to being secretive. I’m not sure when we’re going to tell people about us and I sure as hell don’t know how they’re going to react. My guess is that some of them won’t react well. At all. I’m dreading that. And I hate thinking of what that could do to us—to me and Tanner—as a couple. I’d like to think we love each other enough that we can handle anything that gets thrown at us, but you never know. That’s the kind of thing that scares that shit out of me. And it’s also the kind of thing that makes me want to stay on Fire Island forever. Plus, you know, I kinda really like the king-sized bed we’ve got here and going back to those extra-long twin beds at school? That’s gonna suck. So yeah, I’ve got a mix of anxiety and bed-dread. Sounds about right.
His smile twitched as he started up the next staircase. The last one. The one that led to our room and nowhere else. My hearth hammered hard and fast, and not from stair climbing. I needed to touch Tanner, soon, or every part of my body from my brain to my balls was going to simultaneously combust.
Tanner pushed our door open with exaggerated care and stepped inside. Jesus, is he trying to make me crazy? All I want is to….
My back slammed against the wall, and before I could complete my thought, Tanner’s mouth was on mine. The kiss was savage, tongue hot and heavy against mine, cock hot and heavy against mine. Even through our shorts, I could feel how ready he was. My head swam.
Desperate for more, I grabbed on to him, rolling us toward the door and kicking it shut. Tanner let out a grunt as I pressed him against the hard wood. Could anyone hear us? I didn’t care. I just needed this. Tanner. Now.
As soon as I shoved his T-shirt up his ribs, he yanked it off and tossed it aside. Warm smooth skin greeted my fingertips, filling my nose with his scent. God, I missed this. My mouth returned to his, tongues dueling as my hands fumbled with his fly. I couldn’t stop rubbing against him enough to get the zipper down. Tanner grabbed my ass, crushing his cock alongside mine, humping against me with enough intensity I had to force myself not to come.
I didn’t want that. Not yet. Not standing against the door when that crazy big bed was only feet away. As if he read my mind, Tanner shoved me backward, taking advantage of the moment our bodies parted to strip off his shorts. I tugged off my shirt, and before I could launch it across the room, Tanner had my shorts undone and down. Kicking them away put me off-balance, and Tanner steadied me with one hand clutching the back of my neck and the other wrapped around my cock.
Whimpers echoed through the room. My whimpers. His thumb slicked over my swollen head, round and round in circles that left me dizzy and panting.
“Let’s try out the bed.” Tanner’s voice was low and thick. I’d have said yes to anything he asked with that voice.
I couldn’t actually say a word, so I nodded and pulled us down onto the mattress. Holy Jesus. Soft cool sheets, warm hard body, wet velvety tongue. Heaven. Fire Island was heaven.
Karen Stivali is a prolific writer, compulsive baker and chocoholic with a penchant for books, movies, and fictional British men. She’s also the multiple award-winning author of contemporary and erotic romances. She writes novels about love…like real life, only hotter.
Karen’s lifelong fascination with people has led her to careers ranging from hand-drawn animator, to party planner, to marriage and family counselor, but writing has always been her passion. Karen enjoys nothing more than following her characters on their journey toward love. Whether the couples are m/f or m/m, it’s guaranteed that Karen’s novels are filled with food, friendship, love, and smoking hot sex—all the best things in life.
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