Finlay McIntyre (aka Raven) is a successful adult film star with a penchant for kilts, until an accident cuts short his stardom and leaves him with zero sexual desire, lowered self-esteem, and no job. He knew his porn career wouldn’t last forever, but he wasn’t prepared for retirement at twenty-eight. While trying to figure out the rest of his life, Raven agrees to attend a high school reunion. That’s when a malfunctioning AC unit in his hotel room changes everything.
Caleb Sanderson, an entrepreneur with his own HVAC business, has no idea what to expect when he steps into Raven’s hotel room to fix his AC unit. They’re attracted to each other, but Caleb, closeted, can’t afford a gay relationship, not with his mom pressuring him to produce grandchildren. If he wants to keep Raven—who no closet could hold—he’ll need to tell his family the truth. But Raven has a few secrets of his own. He refuses to reveal his porn past to Caleb, a past that might be the final obstacle to Caleb and Raven having any kind of relationship.
If a book makes me cry not only sad tears but happy and frustrated tears then it’s an automatic 5 for me.
I can’t remember the last KC Burn books I’ve read? I did the Toronto Tales on audio (AMAZING) And I’ll probably do this one as well, when they put it on audio.
We’ve got Raven, an ex-adult film start who on the outside is very confident but the inside is very insecure, and this accident didn’t help. He’s had a hard life, and has worked hard for everything in it.
Caleb, is much like Raven. Confident on the outside but living a lie. He’s from a big mixed family and is firmly in the closet, even though his best friend and cousin is out to the same family.
As Raven has been hired to be an escort for a weekend and Caleb is hired to fix the PTAC unit inside the same hotel room Raven is staying in, sparks fly the first time they meet. Raven can’t get Caleb out of his head and sabotages the unit just to get to see Caleb one last time.
When these two meet and greet for the second time you can tell we’ve got something special going on.
The sweet, shy dance they do until Caleb puts his foot in his mouth is amazing. Been a while since I’ve read ‘courting’.
Of course the make is is pretty good as well.
Number 305. The best number in the entire world right now, since it meant the first day with Jeremy was done. Raven dug in his sporran for his room key, ready to open the door and kiss the generic beige carpet.
With a big smile, he pushed open the door and let it swing shut behind him while he fumbled for the light switch. Then he blinked, and his smile fell away. Sweat popped up on his skin. The extreme heat in his refuge wasn’t a carryover from the third beer or from the unpleasant company but because his thermostat was set on the seldom-used hellfire setting.
He strode over to the beat-up old air-conditioning unit. Which still had a dial. Was the entire hotel like this or was he just lucky? Studying the unit, he didn’t see any reason why it shouldn’t be working. All the settings were correct, and yet it was blowing hot air against his legs. A swift thump with his fist didn’t help, either. Fuck.
The hotel better be able to fix this or give him a new room.
An hour later, Raven stepped out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. He used another towel to rub at his hair, before tossing it over the back of a chair. His hair was wet enough that water trickled down his bare chest, but he ignored the sensation. After all, his room was still as hot as the surface of the sun. No way was he starting up a hair dryer now.
Although he wasn’t too keen on letting in mosquitos or palmetto bugs, the muggy night had to be cooler than this. Closer inspection of the window revealed he’d need tools of some kind to open the damned thing.
The cool shower had helped, but if the hotel didn’t send someone to fix this soon, he was going to have to have another one, in the midst of a fucking mental meltdown.
A loud knock had Raven running for the door, but he stopped himself from just flinging it open, in case it was Jeremy on the other side and not the eagerly awaited A/C repair guy.
“Yes?” He wasn’t about to trust the funhouse lens of the peephole. “You called about a faulty A/C unit?” Oh. Raven shivered slightly. No way did that low, rumbly voice
belong to Jeremy. Of course, there was no way the repairman could possibly live up to a voice that sexy. He could make a fucking fortune as a voice-over actor, though.
Raven shook himself. “Sorry, yes, I did.” After quickly unlocking the door, Raven opened it.
He didn’t know how long he stood there, in shock, before he moved out of the way, but it couldn’t have been as long as it felt.
The repairman was every bit as sexy as the voice promised. Clean cut, dark brown hair, warm cognac eyes, a slight hint of freckles across caramel skin. He was a little older than Raven, a little shorter than Raven, and built like a construction worker. A calendar-worthy construction worker.
“Hi there. I’m Caleb Sanderson, and yes, you do have a problem with your unit.” Caleb, who didn’t emphasize the word “unit” to add any innuendo, flashed him a white smile that revealed his parents could afford orthodontia.
“Uh, hi. Please say you can fix the—” With some effort, he managed to avoid saying “unit.” “Please fix it.”
Caleb nodded and walked over to the unit… fuck…. Raven wasn’t able to avoid adding an innuendo-laden emphasis on the word even in his own mind.
When Caleb crouched down, faded denim stretched across an ass so fine Raven had to bite back a whimper. Blood rushed to his groin, and he grabbed the towel from the chair to hide his burgeoning erection. Where was his fucking leather sporran when he needed it?
His pulse picked up and his stomach fluttered. He wasn’t sure if he was more turned on or freaked out, because he hadn’t been sexually aroused in the presence of another man since his accident.
KC Burn has been writing for as long as she can remember and is a sucker for happy endings (of all kinds). After moving from Toronto to Florida for her husband to take a dream job, she discovered a love of gay romance and fulfilled a dream of her own—getting published. After a few years of editing web content by day, and neglecting her supportive, understanding hubby and needy cat at night to write stories about men loving men, she was uprooted yet again and now resides in California. Writing is always fun and rewarding, but writing about her guys is the most fun she’s had in a long time, and she hopes you’ll enjoy them as much as she does.