I'll Be Your Last
An erotic M/M romance
Woody Kane’s gaydar spots Mack the moment they meet. And even though Mack rejects him, Woody lusts after the perfect masculine body and wants him in his bed. Woody believes in commitment. Mack makes it clear he does not. Can Woody prove to Mack that he's worthy of love? After all, he adopted a rescue dog. Isn't that a start?
What peril will it take for Mack to accept Woody's love and join him in a committed relationship?
HUMOROUS EXCERPT in 6 paragraphs
Woody drove down the street. Two-flats and low-rise apartment buildings lined each side. Pulling in next to the curb, he spotted Mack strolling easily along the sidewalk. Last night's snow had been shoveled off the cement, but it looked like he had a big snowball at his feet. Good Lord, it was a dog. Popping out of his car, he leaned back against the door, crossed his arms over his chest, and waited. Mack didn't see him at first. "Are you kidding me? It looks like you have one of my sister's old fuzzy bedroom slippers there."
Mack's head came up, at first surprised, then obviously scowling at him. "Shut up."
Woody chuckled. "Is he yours?" Surely, he was walking the little white fluff ball for an old lady neighbor.
"Yeah, she's mine. Got a problem with that?"
"Touchy, touchy, man. I'm just having a hard time seeing you with such a…" He didn't think he'd better finish that sentence. Mack looked murderous.
"You weren't supposed to see her."
Jane Leopold Quinn
My Romance: Love With a Scorching Sensuality