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– What your hero’s name and where does he come from?
Paul has spent his entire life in Oregon and now lives in a nice home in the suburbs of Portland. His parents live on the Oregon coast and he has a sister who moved to New York after college.
– What’s your charming hero’s profession?
He is one of the top loan officers at the bank he works in. Not a glamorous job but he’s comfortable.
– Now, there’s a lot about our heroes that sets us in a flutter. What’s your hero’s greatest weapon when it comes to seduction?
Paul is a terrific listener, not only to words but to body language. This focus makes him a tender, unselfish lover, in and out of bed.
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– Apart from being incredible charming, how would you describe your hero’s personality?
Gentle, loyal. A good friend. And once he falls in love, it’s for life.
– Does your hero have a favourite saying or motto?
The purpose of our lives is to be happy. -Dalai Lama
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Paul has no doubts. He wants Eran in his life. But can Eran, a young man from an abusive background, come to terms with his fears so he can have a future with this man he loves?
The technician looked around, a smile spreading on his friendly face. He patted the soft case he carried. “Excellent. This should only take a few minutes.”
Paul held the door open and motioned to the living room. “TV’s over there.” A noise from the kitchen startled him. “I’ll leave you to it,” he murmured when the man opened his case. He found Eran in the kitchen already dressed. He didn’t meet his gaze and Paul leaned against the doorframe as his lover concentrated on making the coffee.
“I thought you were going to wait for me,” he said after a moment, wondering at Eran’s change of mood. The playfulness was gone, replaced by a troubled expression. Eran lifted a shoulder as he added grounds to the coffee makerand Paul noted his tousled hair and wrinkled shirt. He’d been in a hurry to dress.
He sighed inwardly when he thought of a possible reason, and crossed the room and pulled Eran back against his chest. Eran stiffened, then relaxed into his arms.
“I won’t let anyone hurt you,” he said against Eran’s neck.
“I know. I just felt at a disadvantage, if something were to happen…”
They both looked up at a guffaw from the living room, and exchanged a smile when the tech called out, “Found the problem! Be done in a jiff.”
Eran blushed slightly. “Okay, I may have overreacted here, but with Gary out…”
Paul tightened his hold. “Gary won’t jeopardize his parole by coming near you,” he said, hoping it was true. Eran’s brother-in-law had gone to prison for battery of both Eran and his sister when they lived with him. As their father had done before Gary. Paul swallowed his anger. It wouldn’t help Eran at all.
He glanced across the room at a polite cough from the doorway, but wouldn’t let Eran go when he tried to step away.
The tech looked embarrassed. “Um…changed the cable box. Short in the wiring.”
“Let me get you a check.” Paul put his lips against Eran’s ear. “Stay right here.”
He went to the desk in the living room and wrote a check for the amount on the bill, then showed the technician out the door. He couldn’t help chuckling as the man scurried down the drive as if glad to be going. Paul returned to the kitchen and looked at Eran where he leaned against the counter, arms crossed over his chest.
So beautiful. Eran’s ink black hair brushed his chin, framing a delicate face and enormous blue eyes holding an unexpected sorrow. Paul walked up to him and tugged the slim, strong body of the man he loved into his arms. He planted little kisses along Eran’s jawline. “Tell me what’s wrong, baby.”
Eran’s chest rose and fell on a deep sigh. He nudged Paul back but wouldn’t meet his eyes. Paul braced. Eran could be stubborn and he’d have to keep his head. Their few arguments had ended with him heartbroken and Eran in tears. The boy had grown up in fear and pain and it would take more than frilly words from him to make it all better.
Eran gave a short laugh. “So pathetic. You left the room and I heard him out here, and I felt five years old again with Father drunk in the kitchen.” His voice shook and he bit his lip, eyes downcast. “Why can’t I forget? God, you made a big fucking mistake with me.”
Paul made his tone purposefully light, though his heart ached. “Yes, I did. I should have ignored the door and pinned you to the mattress and fucked you breathless.” Encouraged by Eran’s watery laugh he slid an arm around his waist. “What do you say we change and take a run around the park? Clear that fluffy head of yours.”
“You saying I’m an airhead?”
“Only sometimes, lover. Come on.”
Eran resisted when Paul tugged on his sleeve. Paul planted a hand on either side of his waist, trapping him against the counter. Pain knifed through his heart at the regret and sadness showing on his lover’s face. “Tell me what you’re thinking,” he urged.