Blurb:
Chance Devereux and Ryder Adkins have worked on
the same TV series for three years and share a house near the set. Yet Chance can
only watch from afar when Ryder gets engaged. Even though Chance is still deep
in the closet, he can't help be jealous.
Since the first day of shooting, Ryder has had
his sights on his costar, but Chance has a girlfriend and Ryder thinks Chance
is straight. After years without a concrete result, Ryder decides to forget his
desire to be with Chance and go back to Mike.
During a hiatus, Chance does an interview with
journalist, Sebastian Vanderbilt. Sebastian opens Chance's eyes, and he decides
he needs to make Ryder his. Can they work it out, or are they all out of
retakes?
Be Warned: m/m sex
Excerpt:
Without waiting for
Mike’s answer, he slid his phone open and scrolled down to Chance’s number.
Ryder glanced briefly at Mike, who simply nodded and turned away to give him a
semblance of privacy. Ryder turned his attention back to the call he was making
and nearly jerked in anticipation when it was answered.
“Hey. Chance, it’s—”
“I’m sorry, but Chance
can’t answer the phone right now.”
Ryder’s eyes bulged.
Taken aback, he swallowed. “W-what? Who is this?”
“May I ask who’s
speaking, please?”
“It’s, uh, Ryder. I’m
his, his best friend—”
“Oh, Ryder. Sure.”
Ryder lifted an eyebrow
when the man laughed a little.
“Chance talks a lot
about you,” the man went on.
“Thanks, but….” Ryder’s
eyes flickered to Mike, who was observing him closely. His mind began to wander
to places he didn’t want to go. How could he not? The man had Chance’s cell.
“Where is he? Do you mind if I talk to him?”
“No, of course not.” The
man sighed. “But he really can’t.”
“What? What happened?
What have you done to him?”
“Whoa, wait a second.
I’ve done nothing to him. But he’s asleep right now. He hasn’t been able to
sleep for some time. He’s been in so much pain he couldn’t even rest.”
Ryder slumped in his
seat, rubbing his face. “Oh, God.” Mike had been right. Feeling lightheaded,
Ryder whispered into the mouthpiece. “What’s wrong with him? God, is he okay
now?”
“Yeah, I truly hope so.
He’s much calmer now. He caught a stomach bug a couple of days ago.”
“And you’re—you’re
Sebastian, right? Sebastian Vanderbilt? I saw the pictures.”
“That’s me. Oh, and
Ryder?”
“Yes?”
“I heard about your
engagement. Congratulations, man.”
“Well, I don’t—”
“Hey, look,” Sebastian
cut him off. “I’d love to talk to you, but I really have to go. I’ll tell
Chance that you called, okay?”
“Wait, Sebastian. I’m
just… you know, I—” But it was too late. Sebastian had hung up. Sucking in a
breath, Ryder could only gawk in disbelief.
****
Sebastian didn’t know
for sure why he felt reluctant to talk to Ryder. He had no reason to feel
threatened by him, though if the way Chance talked about Ryder in the interview
was anything to go by, Sebastian might have to consider how he felt toward the
guy. This was such a new thing for him, feeling insecure. He wasn’t that kind
of guy. Sebastian wondered what Chance had done to him.
Back in the guestroom
where Chance was resting, Sebastian found him awake. Chance’s gaze wandered,
his expression half-studying his surroundings, half-wondering how or why he was
there in the first place. He turned to Sebastian only when he heard him clear
his throat. Warmth surged in Sebastian’s heart at the fleeting blush on
Chance’s freckled face. He wondered what Chance thought about the room. Sebastian
loved his place, but perhaps it was childish to want to hear what Chance had to
say about it.
Sebastian went to sit
next to Chance, reaching out to feel his brow.
Chance groaned, shying
away. “I’m not a child, Sebastian.”
“No.” Sebastian smiled.
“But you gave me quite a scare.”
“Sorry.” Chance looked
down.
“Hey, that’s not your
fault. You were sick and obviously you hadn’t fully recovered when you left the
hospital. How are you feeling now?”
“Much better.” Chance
licked his lips.
“Water?”
“Please.”
Sebastian watched Chance
drink slowly, and when he pulled back, some drips still clung to his lower lip.
Sebastian knew he’d been staring, and he completely ignored the glass shoved
back into his palm. Finally, he chuckled, put the glass away on the nightstand,
and took off his shirt.
Chance’s eyes widened
before they darkened a bit.
“May I?” Sebastian
gestured toward a space on Chance’s huge, fluffy pillow.
Chance shifted a little
to give him more room, much to his delight. He slipped under the cover and
could feel Chance stiffen slightly. His face—mere inches from Sebastian’s—was
taut before he relaxed and snuggled into Sebastian’s bare chest. Chance’s body
felt sleep warm under his thin T-shirt, and Sebastian braved Chance’s reaction
and slid a hand under it. He palmed Chance’s flat abs and up to his muscled
torso, sighing appreciatively at the deep moan wrenched out of Chance’s throat.
“Beautiful,” Sebastian
said huskily. “Very beautiful.” He tweaked a nipple and was rewarded with the
stretched column of Chance’s smooth neck as he threw his head back, lips
parting, his guttural growl sending Sebastian’s blood to his groin.
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Author Bio:
Iyana writes M/M
short stories and novellas. Her works have been published by Evernight
Publishing, JMS Books, Books to Go Now, Torquere Press, Bitten Press, Leap of
Faith Publishing, Breathless Press, and Alfie Dog Fiction.
Iyana lives in
Jakarta, a city famous for its traffic jams, a lot of cars and motorcycles, and
people selling stuff on the roads. You can spend two hours on the road going to
a place you can reach in half an hour in a normal situation. Thanks to the
traffic jams, though, Iyana can come up with a lot of stories, mostly shorties,
as she prefers to spend the time during her trips writing into her cell phone
rather than sleeping.
Another thing
Iyana loves is kitties. Right now she has three of them. Their names are Cil,
Horus, and Betsy, and one kitten. When she doesn’t write, she plays with them,
or they would play with her when she writes.
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