My snippet today is from my MMM romance set in San Sebastian, Spain. Now that travel restrictions are finally easing, I'm looking forward to returning to my favorite city in the world. In the meantime, you can get a feel for this beautiful location and enjoy the unique dynamic between 3 men who couldn't be more different.
My Semana Grande
Copyright 2019
Patxi’s profuse apology following Javi’s rude behavior faded, along with the sound of footsteps on the hardwood floor, as he and Ed exited the apartment. When the door slammed shut, Javi fell back on the chaise, covering his face with both hands to push away the stony visage of the man who’d materialized like a ghost.
It was useless, of course. He’d been obsessed with Ed for
years, and seeing him walk into his apartment had been a shock, but not
entirely unwelcome. The joy had been quickly replaced by irritation as Ed’s
attitude regarding Javi’s injuries began rubbing him the wrong way. Where did Ed
get off telling him how to feel? Or what sort of treatment he should seek? Suddenly,
Javi was back in time and old resentments surged. He’d let Edu go without a
fight, hadn’t even tried to convince him to stay in Spain or make plans to meet
up in the future. He’d been waiting—and hoping—for some sign that their
relationship had been more than a casual fuck, but the stupid bastard had
walked away without a backward glance.
Weeks later, Javi realized he’d been a fool to hope that Ed
would be willing to risk his future for a penniless surfer. It had been nothing
but a summer fling, an enjoyable experiment, but undeniably forgettable. The
aftereffect had been a severe blow to Javi’s ego and had tainted all future
relationships. No more hookups with guys who were bi-curious, bored, or drunk
out of their minds. Going forward, it was bona fide queers or nothing at all.
And now the infuriating man was back and questioning his
decisions when he had absolutely no rights whatsoever. Who the hell put him in
charge? Javi didn’t give a damn if Ed was a doctor and had connections. There
was no such thing as free. Somewhere along the
line, there would be payback, and Javi sure as hell didn’t want to owe that
coldhearted bastard a goddamn thing. More importantly, he couldn’t risk getting
emotionally tangled up again. Not when he was at his lowest.
He reached for the crutches leaning against his chaise and
struggled to get up. Upright, he headed toward the window and looked out,
hoping to catch a glimpse of Ed’s departing figure. After all this time he was
still dangerously attractive—if you liked silver foxes with an air of
entitlement. Edu didn’t have a gut or a receding hairline and easily passed for
a much younger man. Javi wondered if he’d kept up his interest in surfing or if
his wiry musculature was thanks to a personal trainer and a lifetime gym
membership. Considering his profession, it was probably the latter that kept
the pounds off.
Even if Javi’s natural inclination was to push Ed away, his
cock, which had been on hiatus since the shark attack, perked up like he was
eighteen again. Javi stared at the unmistakable tent in his boxers and shook
his head in disgust. There was no way in hell he’d fall down that rabbit hole
again. Not when the outcome was so predictable. Maybe, if he were the same man he’d
been a couple of years ago, he might have transcended the hurt and entertained
a rematch for shits and giggles, but that wasn’t the case. The Javi Elizalde
who’d lost parts of himself out in the Great Barrier Reef wasn’t strong enough
to face more rejection.
And yet….
Blurb
Dr. Ed Hollingsworth, widowed for five years, travels to San
Sebastián, Spain, after a thirty-year absence. He seeks out his first and only
male lover, pro surfer Javi Elizalde.
After surviving a near-fatal shark attack, Javi turns his
back on the sport he loves and becomes a recluse.
Iker Lizaso, professional jai alai player, finds himself at
loose ends now that his contract has expired. Forced to retire at thirty-eight,
he returns to his home in the Basque Country to figure out what to do with the
rest of his life.
Three different men, encumbered by their past, converge in a
city famous for its food, summer festivals, and romantic promenades. Can they
find happiness together? It’ll be difficult, considering their backgrounds, and
maybe even improbable, given the circumstances, but crazy things happen during Semana
Grande—Big Week—and Cupid’s arrow might strike in the unlikeliest place.
I've included some inspiration photos of San Sebastian, a coastal city in the heart of Basque country, and a must-see if you thinking of traveling to Spain.
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