Release Day!!

SomethingLikeTrustWhile working security for a popular prime time television show, reservist Jared Connors meets guest star Brandon Culpepper. They are immediately drawn to each other, quickly discovering they are exactly what the other needs in a friend and a lover.

Even though Brandon is in town for only the duration of his guest-starring role, the men agree to have a short-term affair. When the filming is finished, however, it’s harder to let go than either man expected, but Brandon has to leave for another role. Their resolve for their relationship to end is soon tested when each realizes their emotions are more involved than they originally thought.

But figuring out a way for their very different lives to fit together seems an impossible task. Can they trust each other enough to find a long-term solution? 

Sound fun?  There is something about this story that I completely adore.  I love the relationship between Brandon and Jared.  I hope y’all enjoy it as much as I do.

So.  How about an excerpt?

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“What about you, Brandon?” I liked saying his name. I liked the way it felt in my mouth.

He blinked those pretty eyes. “What about m-me?”

I grinned, doing my best to be charming, then turned so I was standing next to him. I made sure I was close enough that he could sense my presence, but I didn’t want him to feel pressured. I let my gaze scan the set, taking it all in, even as I spoke to him.

“Are you gay? If I were to ask you out, say for dinner at a quiet little hole-in-the-wall, out-of-the-way restaurant that has outstanding food, would you say ‘yes’? Or would you tell me that I’m barking up the wrong tree?” I knew I wasn’t, but I thought I’d give him the easy out if he wasn’t interested in me. I was fairly certain I wasn’t wrong about that either, but I was willing to give him the option of bowing out gracefully.

He let out a small, quiet laugh. “Barking is for d-dogs, Jared. Are you a dog?”

I heard the worry underneath the question he’d tried to say jokingly. I turned quickly, and gave him my full attention so he would not miss how serious I was.

“No, Brandon,” I assured him, my voice low but utterly sincere. “I am not a dog.”

Finally, he looked me in the eye of his own volition, his entire being focused on me. He studied me, and I let him. Then he took a deep breath, and I knew instantly that he believed me. Was, in fact, willing to trust me.

“Then I would say, yes, Jared. I am gay. And yes, I’d like to go to dinner with you.” His voice was soft, but there was no hint of the stutter that usually plagued his words. The relaxed set of his shoulders gave me the idea that he was comfortable in my presence, and I had to wonder if the stutter came out only with his nerves. The thought made me feel smugly proud.

“Outstanding,” I said, letting myself smile. “Are you free tomorrow evening?”