Nate Beckett doesn’t expect much from life, and he definitely doesn’t believe in New Year’s celebrations or resolutions. A happy New Year? Not likely. As the manager of McGee’s bar, the best he can hope for is a drama-free night. One glance at the sexy young man on the dance floor and that hope is long gone. Once again, his young neighbor Justin is back to tempt and torment him. Despite the undeniable attraction, Nate knows he’s too old and jaded for someone like him, so the time has come to reject Justin. It’s for his own good!
Justin may be young and inexperienced, but he knows what he needs. His New Year’s resolution—to tempt and win Nate over. One lame seduction attempt later, and he’s on his way home in a cab. Alone. But later that night, Justin wakes up battered and bruised on Nate’s doorstep, and Nate insists that Justin stay with him. The big, beautiful man’s protective and caring instincts are definitely kicking in.
Maybe, just maybe, there’s a chance for a happy New Year after all!
This was a cute story. I really enjoyed the premise of this story. Nate and Justin were interesting characters and I liked them together. I didn’t connect with them as much as I would have liked. Their emotions were a little flat. I liked how Nate wanted to ensure Justin was safe. However I didn’t quite understand his reasonings for not getting together with Justin in the first place. Especially since it seemed like he wanted to right from the beginning. The quick pace was good and you get lots of story in the short length. Nate and Justin end on a sweet happy for now. I’m left wanting more from these two though. I have hope they’re going to start a relationship and work to make it last. But we don’t get to see any of it this story. I’d love to see a sequel to this story where we can see Nate and Justin build their relationship and have a full happy ending.
Three and a half
Molly: What music, if any do you listen to when you write?
CM: I never chose to listen to music while I write, but it doesn’t bother me if someone else in the house wants to. I have the ability to tune out distractions such as music, TV, people asking me to make dinner, iron clothes…
Molly: Are you a full time writer, or part time writer?
CM: Part time. I’m very lucky to have two part time jobs that I love. I am a draftsman and a writer. They are an odd pairing. Four days per week I immerse myself in mathematical calculations, and the other three days I indulge my love of storytelling and English.
Molly: Do you hope to one day be a full time writer?
CM: Never say never, but I think I will always be a part time writer. If I ever give up drafting, I’ll probably use the extra time to read all those books on my ever expanding ‘to read’ list.
Molly: Do you have a word count per day you try to hit?
CM: No. I don’t care if I write 100 words or 2,000. I write whatever and whenever I feel inspired. And if I’m not inspired, I read.
Molly: When you finish writing a book, how long before you begin writing the next one?
CM: Usually within the week. I have loads of story ideas and plots that I keep in a file. The difficult part is deciding which story needs to be told next.
Nate fumbled with the lock of his apartment door. Only a few minutes past midnight on the second day of the year and already exhaustion dragged at his shoulders as if he’d stayed at the club until the early hours of the morning. In the past, he’d thought nothing of working until three in the morning and then heading elsewhere in search of entertainment and companionship, but now… He sighed as the lock released. Thirty-two years old—going on sixty-two.
He pushed the door open. Instead of the usual dark and lonely silence, low murmurs and the flickering light of the television filled the apartment. Justin lay sleeping, curled up on the couch, clutching the remote to his chest like a security blanket.
Warmth settled in Nate’s chest. Had coming home ever felt this good?
Home. With Justin in it, his sparse apartment seemed more like a home. He leaned against the door, closing it with a quiet snick.
Justin stirred. “Is that you, Nate?”
“Yeah, it’s just me.” He walked across the room and perched on the couch beside Justin’s outstretched legs, his hip pressing against Justin’s knee. The smell of sleepy, warm male teased his senses. He wanted to bury his face in the crook of Justin’s neck, taste the pale, smooth skin, and inhale that intoxicating aroma. And he craved another of those mind-blowing kisses. Instead, he removed the remote from Justin’s grasp and muted the television before placing it on the coffee table. “You didn’t have to stay on the couch; you could have used my bed.”
“The couch is okay, and I wasn’t sure…” Justin bit his bottom lip.
“I’m good with you being in my bed.”
“Really?” Justin placed a tentative hand on Nate’s thigh.
“Ah, no. I didn’t mean it like that.” He cleared his throat. “I meant it’s okay for you to use my bed. When I’m not here.”
“Only when you’re not here?”
CM Corett is an Australian author of M/M romance who has given up on trying to limit herself to one sub-genre. She writes contemporary, historical, sci-fi, and time travel…and she may have a few paranormal drafts hidden under the bed! An avid writer and reader of love between men, she has lived in the USA and traveled the world gathering inspiration for her stories. She loves movies, superheroes, and video games with awesome graphics. She hates housework and anyone who expects her to notice (or care about) the dust on top of the fridge.
Smashwords Author Page: https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/cmcorett
Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/CM-Corett/e/B00YZLOBBO
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