Short blurb: Kevin plays gay on TV but when his co-star Nick’s husband, Andrew, starts making suggestive overtures Kevin’s dreams are invaded by unexpected desires. Can Andrew coax Kevin–and Nick–into seeing that starring together in real life can be richer and more complex than a TV drama?
We meet Kevin, who is an actor, and who when he returns to his house after four weeks promoting the TV Drama he stars in, he finds he is lonely. He has got used to being with his on-screen love interest Nick, and they became great friends. While on his own, Kevin tries to analyse his feelings for his married friend Nick, and he is not sure exactly what they are……
When Nicks husband Andrew sees the promotional pictures of Nick and Kevin, he realises that Kevin may have feelings for Nick, but rather than anger him, Andrew is ecstatic with the turn of events, so much so that every time there is a party, Andrew makes a bee line for Kevin and starts dropping hints to him about joining him and Nick in real life.
Nick and Andrew invite Keith over to their house one evening, and then things really heat up …. OMG, a cold shower will be needed after you read what happens….
How the author describes everything that happens with Kevin, Nick and Andrew you can see it all in your mind, and it really was beautifully descriptive.
I really did enjoy this book, and I look forward to reading more from this author.
Kevin nodded, raising his glass. “Need anything from the bar, Andrew?” It was the only way out that Kevin could see, but it was too late, Andrew already had him backed nearly against the pool table.
“No, love, I’m good. Just came to pick up Nick. Couldn’t even leave him to take a cab when he’s had this much vodka.” Andrew shrugged, smiling intimately, as if to say, We both know how he gets.
“Well, nice to see you.” Kevin’s ass hit the table behind him. He couldn’t back up any more. “I just wanted to say thank you, since I saw you over here.”
“For what?” Kevin looked around warily, finding them nearly alone but for a few regulars at the bar pointedly ignoring them.
“Whatever you did to Nick when you kissed him last week. We had the most amazing sex after. I’m sure it was all because of you and your pretty mouth.”
Kevin closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He couldn’t take this. He didn’t even understand it. “Why are you doing this?”
Andrew watched him for a second, inscrutable, then smiling, a decision clearly made. Andrew’s smile was a warm invitation.
“Well, pretty kittentits, I want him to be happy, and truthfully I’m sure he would be very happy fucking you. I know I would be. Would it make you happy? You can make it happen if you want.” Andrew cupped his hand around the back of Kevin’s neck, just a friendly, reassuring squeeze. “It’s a huge deal, I know, but think about it,” he said, his hand grazing Kevin’s cheek before Andrew turned and walked to the other room.
Kevin stood still watching him go. He caught himself and breathed again. In every interaction they had ever had, Andrew was this even, calm presence; balance to Nick’s storm. But now it felt like Andrew was the storm, beating and thrashing against Kevin, wearing him down, turning the hard stone of his denial into sand.
“Kev!” Nick’s voice called Kevin back to the present. He turned to see Nick in the doorway, Andrew next to him, arm possessively around Nick’s waist. “Don’t forget we’re cooking out Sunday for the holiday. You should come!”
Then they were gone, out into the street, the quiet night, but for Kevin, the storm still raged.