When Love Takes Over
The Provincetown Series, #1
Zach Kelly’s life is a shambles. His boyfriend of three years dumped him, and his writing career is going nowhere. On a whim, he heads to Provincetown, Massachusetts, to nurse his broken heart and figure out his next step. He’s expecting to find rest and relaxation on the sandy beaches of Cape Cod. Instead, Zach meets a hunky porn star during a chance encounter at a leather shop he mistakes as a place to buy a belt that is definitely not for whipping.Van Pierce is smitten when shy and inexperienced Zach crashes through a shelf of fetish gear. Though Van’s got an insatiable appetite for men on and off the set, his porn persona, Hart Throb, hides a broken heart. He’s struggling to find the reality the porno set doesn’t offer, and Zach is fighting to find the fantasy that will set his writing on fire. The odd goofball and the suave beefcake may either find love amid Provincetown’s colorful pageantry where summer never seems to end—or more heartbreak than either can imagine.
As a physician and prominent citizen of Victoria, Texas, Dr. Gil Kelly took a hard fall when his vengeful wife revealed his infidelity with other men. Closing ranks around her, the town’s elite ostracized him, and his relationship with his children was nearly destroyed.After spending his life focused on living for others, he has no idea how to live for himself. He wants to find love but now settles for anonymous sex that only further clouds his world with shame and guilt. Gil believes finding true love is an unobtainable dream, what his father used to call “chasing the sun.”Then he runs into Tom Martinez, his son’s childhood best friend, who returned to town a grown man and offers everything Gil needs. But Gil hesitates to fall into Tom’s arms, because after his high-profile divorce, the potential scandal of loving a younger man could separate him from his children permanently.
Spin off of When Love Takes Over (1st Provincetown Series book)
Gil stood in the shadows of the backyard, away from the floodlights that Tom previously switched on. Was he really about to go skinny-dipping with Tom?
He wasn’t bothered any longer that Tom was Zach’s childhood friend. He was long past that.
Gil hid for reasons far more vain. Quite simply, he had the body of an old man.
Gil’s flesh wasn’t as supple as it once was. While he did his best to remain fit with a consistent workout regimen, his muscles lacked the definition of his youth. He carried some spare weight around his gut. He didn’t look pregnant or have man-boobs, but he wasn’t up to measuring his body against that of a man twenty years younger.
Like most men his age, his previously taut flesh had slightly wilted, and his balls dangled farther south than they used to. His full, red mane turned white a few years ago, and every day more white hair sprouted across his body.
Gil wasn’t certain he could disrobe in front of someone who probably had yet to find a gray hair anywhere.
Tom, however, had no such reservations. He shucked his shirt almost upon entering the backyard. His back muscles stretched and flexed as he tossed the garment onto the wicker pool furniture before he kicked off his shoes and pulled off his socks.
As Tom dipped his toe into the pool to gauge water temperature, Gil noticed a tattoo on his left deltoid. An unrecognizable pattern spiked around a heart about six inches wide. From where he stood, though, he couldn’t make out the larger shape due to the shadows cast across Tom’s arm and the strange geometry of the design.
“Water’s warm,” Tom commented as he gazed to where Gil stood in the shadows. He undid the button of his pants and hooked his fingers beneath the waistband. Before yanking them down, Tom paused, as if sensing Gil’s hesitation for the first time. “Aren’t you going to join me?”
“Just a bit shy, I guess,” he admitted. “I waved good-bye to my flat stomach some time ago.”
Tom chuckled while absently running his hand across his perfect abdominals, which, just like the rest of his torso, were free of body hair. “Oh, get over it!” Tom dropped his jeans and stood only in his red low-rise briefs. “Or I’ll just push you in.”
Gil couldn’t respond. He could only stare at the bulge perfectly cradled in Tom’s underwear across the yard from him. Hidden within the fabric rested a nicely sized cock that stretched the material across the groin. Gil squinted, hoping that would somehow allow him to see the outline of the cockhead that hid from his ravenous eyes. Fighting his desire to leap across the deck and take Tom’s package in his hand, Gil inhaled deeply, hoping the release of oxygen might soften the erection straining against his pants.
“Come on,” Tom prodded. “I’m not taking the rest off until you do. We’re both men. I’m not a little boy anymore.”
No shit! There was nothing little or boyish about Tom’s body. Strong and defined, his arms looked capable of curling forty-five pound dumbbells, and his muscled chest could possibly enable him to bench two hundred pounds quite easily.
He was all man, and Gil wanted to see the rest of Tom’s manly body, but in order to see what lay beneath the briefs, he had to first strip down to his. The problem, besides his timeworn body, was that his cock once again stood fully erect.
There was no way he could let Tom see that!
About the Author
Summers in Provincetown, Massachusetts, provide Jacob with inspiration for his fiction. The abundance of barely clothed man flesh and daily debauchery stimulates his personal muse. When he isn’t stroking the keyboard, Jacob spends time with his husband, Bruce, their three children, and two dogs, who represent a bright blue blip in an otherwise predominantly red swath in south Texas.
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