Are our heroes heartthrobs or heartbreakers? Or are they just the same thing? Yummy right? Valentine’s Day is just around the corner for this blog hop and we’re gearing up to see what exactly is a heartbreaker. Is the song playing in your head line mine? “Cuz he’s a heartbreaker!” We love those sexy men, but what about those times in the story when they aren’t perfect. Because come on, we know they aren’t perfect. What makes those men heartbreakers? What can those guys do to make it better? Is there a way to grovel? Come on! Tell me about your heartbreaker!!
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So what is it about bad boys that we find so attractive? We certainly know better. His eyes pin you from across the room. Your breath catches, sparks prickle over your skin, heart races. He strides closer, is stopped by friends, but his eyes find you wherever you move to in the room. You feel the heat and excitement of attraction. Yet all the while you know what’s behind that devastating smile. A heartbreaker. Another man you know is bad for you but you just can’t help wanting.
But what happens when the heartbreaker meets the one person who can break his heart? What if he meets the man he wants to change his wicked ways for? In my Naughty Nursery Rhyme, WEE WILLIE WINKIE, this is exactly what happens. Living a wild, decadent life in Boston, circa 1880, Willie stumbles across an old flame, the one man who’s captured his wandering heart. Is it possible for a bad boy to change his ways or will the heartbreaker become the heartbroken?
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Will William throw away rank and privilege for the man he loves?
William drew a deep breath as he stepped into the afternoon sunshine. The crisp air cleared his head, and he went to the railing and looked out over the wide expanse of sea. Gulls cried overhead and filled him with a strange sadness. The ship rocked gently with a swell. After another breath of invigorating air, he glanced at his pocket watch.
A thrill shot through him. Freddie would meet him in twenty minutes. Sweet Lord, I want to see him! He hadn’t felt this giddy since he was sixteen and shared his first kiss with his handsome, shy tutor. He smiled in remembrance. He’d set out to seduce the man from the moment their eyes first met across his father’s desk. It had taken several delightful months to coax Freddie into his arms and bed. He should hope it wouldn’t take that long this time around.
Sailors shouted to each other in the distance, and he recalled that Captain Knox waited for him at the tavern. He’d send a message with the cabin boy, expressing his regrets and the request to meet with him in the morning. Where was… His gaze clashed with Francis’s dark orbs farther along the rail where the young man shined already gleaming brass fittings. His cock stirred to life at the hunger in the youth’s face.
Francis was probably unaware he displayed his desire so openly, but it took all William’s control not to drag him below deck and teach him the mad pleasures of the body two men can share.
He turned back to the sea with an inward groan. When had he become so depraved? At home in Newport, he shared his affections with a small group of men, discreet, careful of the family name. But here… He gave himself to any man with a pretty face and hard cock.
William recalled Freddie’s soft looks and tender touches at the inn, and shame burned through him. His beloved tutor remained an honorable, gentle man. He deserved better than a whore for a lover. Despair left his heart raw and achy, and William blinked away tears as he crossed the busy deck and left the ship.
The bustle of men on the dock hardly registered with him as he made his way to the tavern on the east end. Captain Knox raised a hand from a table by the window overlooking the harbor, but William shook his head and plunged into the gloom behind the bar and took one of the several vacant booths. Freddie would be at the dock soon, and he couldn’t risk seeing the tall, vibrant figure and losing his resolve.
Embarrassment flushed through him when the bartender set a dark lager and a whiskey tumbler at his elbow, unasked. How many men had he brought there over the last three years? He couldn’t even remember the last one’s face.
He felt a presence at his elbow and scowled as Captain Knox slid into the booth opposite him. “Mr. Wilkerson.”
“Henry.” William purposefully used the man’s first name to set a barrier of social rank between them. He was in no mood for pleasantries. He ignored the angrily drawn breath. “You have something for me?”
“The manifest for the cargo is nearly completed—”
“Have it sent to my quarters with your signature attached as soon as it’s done.” William stared into the dark depths of his beer. He and Henry often shared a drink before a voyage, but he couldn’t bear anyone’s company at the moment. He didn’t note the captain’s departure or that a second shot of whiskey was set silently on the table and the empty tumbler removed.
Freddie would be approaching the harbor, his step quick, eager, eyes alight in anticipation. William tortured his heart, imagining his lover’s futile wait. He finished the beer in two swallows and then threw back the whiskey, welcoming the burn on his constricted throat.
Freddie’s smile would slip, his warm eyes grow strained from watching for him. Sadness would touch his dear face until at last he’d stick his hands in his threadbare pockets and walk away, head bowed, hurt by William’s snub.
William slammed his empty glass on the table and demanded the bottle when the bartender hurried over. Freddie would hate him after this. Better for them both if he did.