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  “It’s great,” Mav said, really meaning it. It really was, too. All the amenities were wonderful and there was even a pool in the complex. Of course, they were never going to use the fireplace since they lived in Florida but it was nice to have one anyway. He turned over to face his lover and leaned forward to brush a kiss onto Duke’s lips. “You were right,” he whispered.

  “About the apartment? I know.” Duke smiled smugly. “It’s fan-fuckin’-tabulous if I say so myself.”

  “No, not just about the apartment. About everything. About us.” Mav cupped his cheek in one hand and stared into his lover’s eyes. “We belong together. And as a hell of a lot more than roommates.”

  “Have to agree with you there, Mav.” Duke grinned and kissed him. “Damn, it’s good to be able to do that without playing a game of gay chicken first.”

  “You and your fucking gay chicken.” Mav laughed. “You got me there, man. Both of us are so competitive we’ll do anything on a dare. Even fuck.”

  “Mmm.” Duke kissed him again, more aggressively this time. “That sounds kinda like an invitation to me, Mav.”

  “Maybe it is.” Mav scooted closer so that their bodies were pressed against each other. In the month they’d been together officially he’d done things with Duke he never would have believed possible. Including playing the catcher to his lover’s pitcher. It had been a strange experience but not a bad one, getting fucked. Duke had been really slow and gentle, taking it easy until Mav had begged him for more. “I want you,” he whispered roughly, caressing Duke’s cheek. “And I don’t care who’s on top—just want to be close to you.”

  Duke sighed happily. “You know, there were times in the past four years when I almost gave up—thought I’d never hear you say that, Mav.”

  “What? That I want to be close to you? Or that I want to make love to you?”

  “Either one.” Duke smiled.

  Mav smiled back and then got serious. “You know, sometimes I feel like we wasted all that time when we could have been together. I’m sorry you practically had to knock me over the head with a brick to get me to see what we could be to each other.”

  “No, Mav, that’s okay. And it wasn’t wasted time. I’d never consider any time I spent with you wasted,” Duke murmured.

  “Especially time doing this.” Mav grabbed him suddenly and rolled them both over so he was straddling his lover’s thighs. “So what do you say, roomie? Are you up for it?”

  Duke’s brown eyes were half-lidded with lust. “I’m always up for you, Mav.” He pulled Mav down and kissed him again. As their lips met, Mav had time to reflect that he was one lucky sonofabitch—his best friend was his lover and lifetime companion and he couldn’t have been happier, not even if he was still one of the straight boys.

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  ePistols at Dawn

  © 2009 Z.A. Maxfield

  Jae-sun Fields is pissed. Someone has taken the seminal coming-out, coming-of-age novel Doorways and satirized it. He’s determined to use his Internet skills and his job as a tabloid reporter to out the author as the fraud and no-talent hack he’s sure she is.

  Kelly Kendall likes his anonymity and, except for his houseboy, factotum and all-around slut, Will, he craves solitude. There’s also that crippling case of OCD that makes it virtually impossible for him to leave the house. He’s hidden his authorship of Doorways behind layers of secrets and several years’ worth of lies—until he loses a bet.

  Satirizing his own work, as far as he can see, is his own damned prerogative. Except now he has an online stalker, one who always seems several steps ahead of him in their online duel for information.

  A chance meeting reveals more than hidden identities—it exposes a mutual magnetic attraction that can’t be denied. And pushes the stakes that much higher, into a zone that could get way too personal…

  Warning: This book contains large Korean men; Will, the houseboy, factotum, and all-around slut; hot sexy manlove including oral sex, and serious ass play. (Jae’s note to self: OCD + socks + mouth = BAD.)

  Enjoy the following excerpt for ePistols at Dawn:

  Kelly stood looking at the clock tower. Jae broke the silence. “Originally, I thought maybe we could go to the observatory.”

  “Oh, that would be—”

  “We don’t have to.” Jae took his hand. “I don’t want you to feel like you have to, I don’t know, gird your loins to come and see me. I don’t want you to dread coming up here.”

  Kelly quirked a small smile that was genuine and dazzling and then whispered, “I think it far more likely I’m going to dread going home.”

  “Yeah?” Jae used his remote, but instead of entering the car Kelly leaned against the door and smiled up at him in invitation.

  “You make me feel like a doll,” Kelly said on a breath, his eyes on Jae’s. For all Jae had been thinking about Kelly’s eyes, he found things in them he hadn’t noticed before, tiny gold and orange flecks inside the hazel irises and coal-colored rings around them. Long, dusky eyelashes caused smudgy shadows when they swept down, either to blink or to hide his thoughts. Kelly lowered them right then and a delicate flush stained his cheeks.

  “Do I stand too close?” Jae asked. “Loom too much?”

  “No.” Kelly swallowed, and his Adam’s apple bobbed. The first pleasant rush of arousal flooded Jae’s body. For once he didn’t want to act on it immediately. He didn’t want to shatter the delicacy of the moment.

  “I can think of someplace to go. Someplace quiet.”

  Kelly smiled. Jae could see what he thought. He thought Jae was suggesting someplace where they could act on what Jae was sure they both wanted.

  “All right,” Kelly murmured with an expression that defined surrender. Jae opened the door for him and helped him in, sliding a hand down his arm and around to help him buckle up in a gesture that became an excuse for brushing touches on skin that rippled and got gooseflesh with anticipation. Kelly made the most of the opportunity to touch him back.

  “I have just the place.” Jae closed the door and walked around the back of the car. While Jae drove, Kelly kneaded his shoulder. Jae had placed his coat in the back of the car. With only the thin fabric of a black T-shirt between his skin and Kelly’s fingertips, he felt the warmth of the man’s hand as it caressed him. He pulled into the parking lot of the Kyoto Grand Hotel, and to his surprise, Kelly asked no questions, just allowed himself to be led.

  It was as if Kelly didn’t look at anything but him. That unnerving and frank gaze was serene as he waited for Jae to tell him—to show him—what was going to happen. There was a waiting stillness in him that Jae was willing to attribute to wisdom, to age, to tranquility, to fear. To anything, really, but indifference. When Jae put his hand on the small of Kelly’s back and led him from the elevator out into the garden, he felt the heat coming off Kelly in waves. Not indifference then, far from it. Submission.

  Jae had a moment’s regret that he hadn’t taken Kelly straight home to his apartment.

  “Wow,” Kelly breathed.

  “Yeah.” Jae began down a path rich with mounds of blooming pink azaleas and sprays of ornamental grasses, dotted by bonsai trees. They walked slowly, savoring the scents of late summer flowers and soil and water, which fell in sheets from a waterfall and collected in placid pools.

  “Oh, good, good place.” Kelly seemed to examine each and every plant and rock eagerly as he passed the large chunks of rosy-colored stone imported from Japan. Beds