What started out as a one night stand has turned into the
best decision of Sam’s life after he marries the formerly straight man of his
dreams, Cody. When his new husband tells Sam he has a special surprise for him
on their honeymoon Sam can’t help but wonder what he has in store for him.
Secluded from the rest of the world in the cabin they built together in the
mountains surrounding Las Vegas, the two men begin their life together with
plenty of passion and love.
About the Author:
Ann is Queen of the Castle to her wonderful husband and
three sons in the mountains of West
Virginia. In her past lives she's been an Import Broker, a Communications Specialist, a US Navy Civilian Contractor, a
Bartender/Waitress, and an actor at the Michigan Renaissance Festival. She also spent a
summer touring with the Grateful Dead-though she will deny to her children that
it ever happened. From a young age
she's been fascinated by myths and fairytales, and the romance that often was
the center of the story. As Ann grew older and her hormones kicked in, she
discovered trashy romance novels. Great at first, but she soon grew tired of
the endless stories with a big wonderful emotional buildup to really short and
crappy sex. Never a big fan of purple prose, throbbing spears of fleshy
pleasure and wet honey pots make her giggle, she sought out books that gave the sex scenes in
the story just as much detail and plot as
everything else-without using cringe worthy euphemisms. This led her to the
wonderful world of Erotic Romance, and she's never looked back.
Now Ann spends her
days trying to tune out cartoons playing in the background to get into her 'sexy space' and has learned to type
one handed while soothing a cranky baby.
The big engine of the quad-cab truck thrummed and Sam
relaxed back into the comfort of the passenger seat as Cody down shifted into
second gear. They drove deeper into the Humboldt-Toiyabe National Forest
outside of Las Vegas, and the steep road narrowed down to one lane. An old rock
ballad played from the radio, and Cody leaned over to turn it up, humming along
with the song. Sam wanted to open his window to let in some of the fresh air,
but the truck threw up clouds of dust as they drove along the gravel road. Not
that he minded. The dust caught the late afternoon sunlight shinning through
the juniper and spruce trees that surrounded them on all sides and turned it
into gold.
As beautiful as the forest was, nothing kept his gaze from
the blond man beside him. He turned in his seat and eyed the new steel and gold
ring on Cody’s work-roughened hand. He’d placed the band there less than ten
hours ago in a small ceremony back home in Vegas. Cody sang along with the
radio, his golden beard catching the light. The low timbre of his voice warmed
Sam from the inside out and he thanked his lucky stars that he’d found his
mate.
If someone had told him two years earlier that he’d be on
his honeymoon with the handsome construction foreman, he would have laughed his
ass off. Everyone knew Cody loved women and women adored him, so they’d had
been stunned when it became public knowledge that he and Sam were dating. Cody
liked to say that his love for his boyfriend went beyond rules, beyond any easy
explanations. They were simply meant to be.
Without taking his eyes from the road, Cody reached out and
grabbed his hand, running his thumb over Sam’s calloused palm. “Did you
remember to pack the towels?”
“Yep. And the washcloths.”
“Good, I don’t want to have to dry myself off with those
ridiculously expensive sheets of yours again.”
He clenched his teeth at the memory of finding his
then-fiancé drying off with a fitted sheet after a hard day of working on their
cabin together. “Those were thousand thread count Egyptian cotton sheets that I
picked out just for our cabin!”
“A thousand threads, huh? Well they didn’t absorb water
worth shit.” He stole a glance at him, barely hiding a smile. “And why do they
gotta be Egyptian cotton? What’s wrong with American cotton?”
He closed his eyes and shook his head. Cody enjoyed making
fun of the stereotype that all construction workers were ignorant rednecks.
He’d helped Sam pick the sheets out, spending hours together selecting just the
right colors for the bedroom of their dream vacation home.
The truck hit a hole in the road and Sam’s head thumped
against the window. “Ow!”
“Sorry ‘bout that,” the blonde man said and gave him a wink.
“You just look so damned good. I can’t keep my eyes on the road.”
He snorted, but his heart warmed and he lifted their linked
hands to his mouth, sucking on the tip of the Cody’s thumb. “Well we can’t have
that. I’d hate to have our honeymoon end with a fiery crash down the side of
the mountain.” He laved the tip with his
tongue before pulling it out with a pop. “Yep, you really should pay attention
to your driving.”
He shifted in the driver seat and tried to subtly adjust his
bulge. “You’re not helping.”
Sam glanced out the windshield, as familiar with the winding
road to their cabin as his own backyard. Heck, he should be. They’d made over
four dozen trips up and down the mountain as they built their log cabin on the
edge of the National Park. Their ultimate mountain retreat was almost complete,
and he couldn’t think of any place he’d rather spend his honeymoon than
surrounded by the solitude of the wilderness and Cody.
