We all fantasize about hot men with a rugged body – sculpted and toned from days in the gym. You can just see him now with a golden tan, flowing silky hair and dazzling green eyes. Then there’s his face. A sexy face that could stop traffic with his smile alone. And what about the dimple in his chin? What if he lost his perfect face? Would you still feel the same?
I think we all at times put so much on the importance of looks. I’ve
had the experience of modeling in the past and trust me kids, it’s not all its cracked up to be and your self esteem can be plunged into the toilet in a matter of minutes with a single word or look from a scrutinizing photographer. For some their face alone can sell millions. From movie stars to musicians, models and newscasters – a gorgeous face sells.
In my latest WIP – Shattered – I tackle the concept – what if you lost your beauty based on violence? My hero is a stunning movie star who makes his living off being beautiful and buff but in a targeted attack, he was faced with disfigurement for life. Of course Hunter believed his life was over. His struggle to re-gain his self confidence and in turn learn to love himself is the angst of the story and hopefully gives you a message – we are what’s inside – not what’s pretty in plastic. I’ve giving you a HOT taste today for a sizzling Friday but you’ll get more meat so to speak later. Enjoy…
Take a taste of Shattered…
Taylor dropped his head. “When you finally let loose of that ball and chain you carry around your neck and let me into help you, you’re going to become an amazing man.”
“Stop worrying about me.”
Tick. Tock.
“Hunter, please let me in. I care about you. I want to help you.”
Fisting his hands, he had no idea what to say. Hunter clenched his eyes shut and turned away from Taylor.
“Fine. Call me later and I’ll see if I can join you for a drink in some 
dark and foreboding establishment otherwise known as a hole in the wall. Would you like me to bring masks?” Snorting, Taylor grabbed his keys off the side table and sauntered toward the oversized doorway.
“Taylor. Wait.” Hunter shook his head. He loathed the anger that had become so caustic between them.
“Not interested right now!” Tyler called from the hallway.
Why am I such a bloody ass? Groaning, Hunter turned quickly and glided toward the door, barely able to grab Taylor’s arm, jerking it back before Taylor stalked out. “Damn it! Listen to me!”
Taylor yanked his arm away and stood quietly, his chest heaving up and down. “What? What could you possibly say to me right now? That you’ll change your behavior? That you’ll treat me like a damn person? What?” Stealing a glance over his shoulder, he clucked his jaw.
“That I give a damn about you.” Hunter ached from worry about his supposed stalker and his grueling shooting schedule and in truth from hiding from who he really was. In fact he was bone weary. “Please. Don’t go yet.”
Tossing his head back, Taylor exhaled slowly and pushed the front door closed. “Are you sure you care?”
Hunter lowered his head and moved forward, sliding his arm around Taylor’s waist and drawing Taylor’s quaking body in to the heat of his own. “More than I have ever even admitted to myself. I’m sorry I’m such a fucking ass.” Brushing his fingers through Taylor’s long locks, he pushed back the silky strands and kissed the side of his neck, darting a series of licks up from the base to Taylor’s earlobe. Breathing a swath of hot air across Taylor’s skin, Hunter ground his cock into Taylor’s ass, pulsing back and forth. Heated passion had never been their problem.
Taylor palmed the wall and spread his legs. “You’re insatiable.”
“And you’re hungry.” Hunter grazed his hands down from Taylor’s chest to his hips as he licked up and down the shimmer of Taylor’s skin.
Swallowing hard, Taylor grunted. “You always turn me on.”
Hunter unbuttoned Taylor’s shirt to the waistband of his jeans and slid his hand over his lover’s chest, cupping and squeezing his carved chest. “And you make me crazy from desire.” He pinched Taylor’s nipples, twisting the tender flesh between his fingers. There was no top or bottom in their relationship but on this day, Hunter was in charge. Filled with rage and fear of the unknown, today he was going to fuck the man savagely.
“What do you want?”
Tugging at Taylor’s button fly, Hunter unzipped Taylor’s jeans and pressed his hands inside, savoring the fact his blond God like lover always went commando. It was an unspoken rule in their house and the tasty mandate started the very day they were first living together. “Tell me, do you remember the first time we were together?” As he lifted Taylor’s throbbing shaft, Hunter stroked down the length finally cupping his balls until the man groaned from pleasure.
Taylor chuckled darkly as he arched his back. “You mean when you wouldn’t take no for an answer?” The timbre of his voice dark and smoky, he wiggled his ass back and forth.
“You mean when you begged me to fuck you in the bathroom of the very exclusive country club.” Taking a single finger, Hunter slid the tip up the sensitive underside of Taylor’s shaft, raking his nail back and forth across the slit. Wrapping his hand around the base of Taylor’s dick, he squeezed until Taylor moaned.
“I seem…seem to remember it differently.” Panting, Taylor shifted and licked his lips.
“Really?” Hunter pumped Taylor’s cock in and down in long lazy
strokes, going all the way to his bulbous tip before sliding back down the cup and clench his fingers around Taylor’s swollen sacs.
“Uh-huh. I uh…remember that…you dragged me into…the bathroom and forced me…over the counter.” Purring, Taylor reached back and grazed his hands across the front of Hunter’s thighs.
“Hmmm… Your memory needs to be refreshed.” Hunter walked them backward into the living room before spinning and pushing Taylor toward their beloved pool table. Planting Taylor in front, he pushed the tight confines of Taylor’s jeans down from his hips and yanked them to the floor. “Yes. Remember how you flashed that delicious cock of yours in the middle of the club?” Fondling Taylor’s shaft and balls, he closed his eyes remembering the sultry day. Going completely under the radar they’d managed to christen the club’s bathroom right in front of the soiree boys and the yacht after the majority of the party revelers had left the party or were too drunk to focus on their salacious act. Sliding his cock inside Taylor had been sheer joy and something Hunter remembered fondly.
“I…yeah and I remember how you begged me to suck your cock before you… Shit man!” Groaning, Taylor dropped his head forward and inhaled deeply. He gripped the edge of the pool table and hissed.
“That’s right.” Hunter grinned as he eased back and unfastened his linen pants, pressing the slight material down from his hips. As gravity took the fabric to the floor slowly, Hunter caressed Taylor’s carved ass and pursed his lips. How Hunter enjoyed rimming the man. He eased Taylor back from the cool maple and turned him slightly, pushing him gently to the floor. “You mean like this?” Lifting his pulsing dick, he offered his throbbing muscle to his lover as he brushed the blood engorged tip back and forth across the seam of Taylor’s mouth. “Taste me.”
Tipping his head back, Taylor gave him a mischievous look before taking Hunter’s erection into his hands. “You sure you can handle me?”
The old game and one they enjoyed playing in public when the danger was just real enough to create excitement. “Try me.” Jutting his hips forward in a blatant offering of his sex, Hunter inhaled, relishing in the musky scent of Taylor’s decadent cologne. As Taylor wrapped his hands around the base of Hunter’s cock, Hunter moaned from the series of electric jolts that thrashed through his body.
What do you think guys? Have a luscious weekend.
Kisses xxx
Cassandre
Passion with a Dark and Dangerous Twist 
