Caer Rossi makes it clear he thinks Justin is smoking hot. He can’t wait for the kissing scenes, and they sizzle, but underneath the performance for the TV show, a deep, loving passion builds between the two men. Something has to give, but what and who will it be when a journalist threatens to ruin Justin’s perfectly crafted public persona?
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Justin Harper glanced in the rear view mirror at
the guy who’d play his love interest, Stephen. There were loads of actors in
his age group who suddenly burst onto the scene via a TV show, and Justin
hadn’t seen this guy before. I wonder how
good he is. I should have read his IMBD. He’s hot, smokin’ hot. He has no idea who I am. He ogled me. Yeah,
he likes what he sees, and to be honest, so do I. It will be no hardship
kissing him. The thought brought a smile to his face. Caer Rossi—never heard of him. He indicated and maneuvered the BMW
into the stream of traffic heading toward the rural side of town.
The studios occupied a few acres of prime
countryside. Justin had a cottage on the outer perimeter. Most of the actors
slept in trailers, comfortable, but with impersonal atmospheres. Justin had
done that for a few years and knew it could be unsettling never feeling quite
at home. As the hero and long-term character in the series, Justin received
special treatment. Petra told him he was spoiled.
Recently he wondered if he’d become complacent.
When he’d started in the show three years before, he’d told himself it was a
stepping-stone. He wondered now if it wasn’t fear keeping him in the show.
Could he hack the round of auditions and rejections again? He didn’t know. He
pushed the question to the back of his mind.
He roared the BMW down the highway ignoring the
speed limit and sped into the studio lot where Caer Rossi was to meet with
Petra the AD, Sam one of the writers, and—himself. Justin grinned at this.
He screeched the car to a halt and hopped out. He
took a step to stride into the building then remembered he was pretending to be
a runner and had driver duties. He spun around and opened the door for the
actor he’d brought from the hotel.
“We’re here. I’ll take you to the meeting. It’s
stopped raining. That’s a good sign, huh?” He leaned into the car to address
Caer.
The man’s brown eyes met his and in them Justin
read trepidation.
He experienced a wave of empathy. “Hey, it’ll be
okay.” He reached in and grasped the handle of the duffle bag on the seat
beside Caer.
Caer attempted to snatch it back, but failed, then
got out of the car and smoothed down his suit jacket.
Justin closed the car door and flashed Caer a
reassuring smile. “You look good.” Yeah,
good enough to eat, in fact.
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E.D.Parr 2018 Evernight Publishing Hot new MM erotic romance release
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