Sunday Snippet

 

My snippet today is from my novel, Taste, the second book in the Horizons Series which can definitely be read as a standalone.  Buy your copy HERE or read for free with your KU subscription. 

Blurb

San Francisco architect, Lil Lampert, is tired of the same old, same old, and a trip to visit good friends is just what he needs. But a day at the Taste of Chicago gives him more than he bargained for in the delectable form of a younger man who shares his passion for interior design, architecture and sexy lingerie.

By all appearances, Grier Dilorio is the quintessential bad boy---all leather, speed, and tattoos. But Lil slowly uncovers another side—selfless, responsible, and tender, especially toward Luca, the son he's had to deny is his own.

What should have been a brief interlude turns more meaningful. Lil offers practical advice and unconditional love, infusing Grier with the courage he needs to own up to his mistakes and fight for his parental rights. And Lil gets to sample fatherhood, an experience he never dared to dream he'd have. Can these two men turn their time together into something permanent or will a taste of happiness be all they get?

Snippet

Lil took his eyes off the boards and was about to place his order when he came face-to-face with the voice and forgot what he was about to say. Standing in front of him was the most gorgeous man in the world, bar none. Holy shit!

“Er… do you serve vanilla?”

“Sure,” the guy said, smiling. The brunet had spiky hair and charcoal eyes, fringed by sooty curling lashes so thick they appeared false. Attractive scruff framed a luscious red mouth that practically screamed kiss me. He was wearing a black wife-beater stretched tightly across the hard muscles of his impressive chest, but what really caught Lil’s attention was the tattoo sleeve covering his left arm in brilliant primary colors.

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.

“Your order?”

“You, anyway I can have it.” The words were out of Lil’s mouth before he could censor them.

The brunet laughed, showing off beautiful white teeth improving an already perfect face. Lil’s pulse jumped, and his cock surged, definitely awakened by this gorgeous apparition.

“Do you want a cone?”

“Yes, please.” Lil was surprised he could even talk. His mouth felt like the Sahara at high noon.

The hunk turned to get the cone and bent down to scoop out the ice cream, giving Lil a premier view of his backside. He was wearing white shorts—the logical choice to show off his tanned and shapely legs, not to mention the rounded ass that made Lil want to lean over the counter and take a bite out of each cheek. His legs were covered with a light layer of dark hair, very appealing to a man who had a thing for bears, or cubs, in this case.

“Here you go.” He passed the cone over to Lil. “Anything else I can get you?”

“I can always use a tour guide,” Lil said, grinning.

“Where are you from?”

“San Francisco.”

“Cool,” the guy exclaimed, “I’ve always wanted to visit.”

“It’s a lovely city. Are you allowed to take a break? I can give you a virtual tour of my town.”

Ice Cream Boy glanced at his watch. “I’m actually due for a thirty-minute break very soon. Where would you like to meet?”

No kidding? NO KIDDING? “Umm, I’m with my friends over there.” Lil pointed at Jody and Clark.

“Isn’t that Clark Stevens?”

“You know football?”

“Everyone in Chicago knows their Bears.”

“I suppose so. Why don’t you meet us over at the picnic area down yonder,” Lil said as he pointed in the general direction of the small grove of trees he’d spotted earlier.

“Sure they won’t mind?”

“Positive. What’s your name?” Lil had to know.

“It’s Grier.”

“Different.”

The guy shrugged and rewarded him with another smile. “What’s yours?”

“Lil.”

“Short for Lily?”

“Silly boy,” Lil said, laughing. “It’s short for Lyndon Lyle Lampert, if you must know.”

“Such a mouthful.”

“Indeed,” Lil replied. God, he’s gorgeous!

Lil made his way back to his friends, who’d been observing the exchange.

“Caught yourself a twink?” Jody asked, noting Lil’s enthusiastic smile.

“I don’t think he qualifies as a catch, Jodes. Let’s just consider this a nibble.”

“You may take this Taste of Chicago to a whole new level,” Clark interjected.

“What’s wrong with a little flirtation?”

“Just be careful,” Clark said. “You know nothing about him.”