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|Between the Moon and the Deep Blue Sea
a novel of gay love, book four of the Southern Cross series
Chad Collier’s had enough of providing stud service to
rich men. It’s true he’s had more fun than any one man
deserves, but now it’s time to make a plan for the rest of
his life. At the urging of a mentor, he takes a leap of faith
and breaks with his old ways. A job interview lands him
smack in the path of Darcy Paulson, the sort of rich man
Chad vowed to avoid.
Darcy Paulson came of age as the prodigal son in a
wealthy manufacturing dynasty. Every man he’s ever met
has been after his money, until Chad Collier shows up on
his doorstep. Darcy finds Chad prickly, standoffish, and
utterly irresistible. Smitten by Chad’s dark good looks
and determination to stand on his own two feet, Darcy is
happy to give him an opportunity. It doesn’t take long for
them to figure out that some private, no-strings fun is
what they both need.
An unexpected event brings them face-to-face with the
truth. The magic that happens between the moon and the
deep blue sea is something a man can’t own, and it can
be fully experienced only in the arms of a lover...
If the blowjob was hot, was it still stupid? I knew the answer was ‘yes’, but I kissed him anyway. I didn’t
linger at his lips – I needed to catch my breath.
“So. Darcy. You always carry a rubber in your pocket?”
He snorted and rolled me onto my back. “I’m gay. What do you think? Don’t you?”
“I usually do, but this wasn’t in the plan, you know.” I grabbed his hands to stop him from pulling my pants
completely off. “Let me up.”
“Oh no. I want you, Chad. I’ve got another rubber, and this was in my plan.”
His intent jolted through me. He meant to fuck me right here on the floor. I held him at arm’s length. “Now,
wait a minute. This isn’t going to work for me.”
Darcy froze. His expression darkened as he moved toward anger. “You think it’s acceptable to leave me
hanging, all hot and bothered, so long as you get off?”
“Don’t get pissy with me, Darcy. I’ve never let a guy up my ass, and this…”
“For God’s sake, don’t look so shocked. I’ll laugh, and you’ll be all hurt.” I twisted out of his grasp and
tried to yank my jeans up. Strong hands closed around my hips to pull me back into the curve of his body.
Soft lips nibbled on the back of my neck as his fingers teased my ass.
“I agree. The kitchen floor isn’t the place for auspicious beginnings. My bed is.”
I’d gone all shivery from what he was doing to my butt. The light strokes of his fingertips brought to
memory the moans of pleasure I’d drawn from other men. Could he do that to me?
“Let me go, Darcy. I not ready for this.”
I felt the anger snap through him. It was there in the way the length of his lean body stiffened, the sharp
intake of his breath. Abruptly, he shoved away from me and rolled to his knees.
“My mistake, Chad. You won’t get the chance to use me again.”
His words cut painfully into the part of me that struggled to break free of the mistakes of the past. I
tripped my way to my feet, tossed the used rubber in the trashcan, and zipped up.
“I’m not using you. You started this. Yeah, I was wrong not to stop you, but you bushwhacked me – twice
Darcy got to his feet with more grace than I’d mustered, and glared at me. Even pissed off, he had pretty
“Why the fuck didn’t you stop me? Oh, yeah. Must have been that woody you popped up for me, huh?”
“Pardon me all to hell for being human! I never said I don’t find you attractive.”
Darcy’s eyebrows slid toward his hairline. I refused to blink under his scrutiny.
“Andrew says you’re broke.”
Maybe I was broke in more ways than one, but Darcy referred to my lack of funds. “What if I am? Do you
think I’d come all this way looking for work if I had money?”
“Why didn’t the ex, what was his name? Sidney? Why didn’t he set you up?”
“Because I wouldn’t take his money. I didn’t want it. So now what are you going to do, Mr. Paulson? Offer
to pay to fuck me?”
Darcy looked me up and down, then shrugged. “I’m going to eat my dinner, unless it’s charred to ash.”
I stood, my mouth hanging open, as he got the bottle of wine out of the freezer and a corkscrew out of the
I hadn’t even gotten my hands on his dick.
|“4 STARS!...A well-written and enjoyable story. Chad is a strong and honest character,
his back story and family--especially Aunties Andrew and George--added to the depth
of intimacy that is created.”--Raine, Reviews By Jesssewave
About this book in
its series ...
|Contemporary gay romance - the Southern Cross series
These stories may be read individually even though the characters
have "cameo" roles in subsequent stories. The author suggests reading them in order:
Netting Neptune, Taming Triton, Poseidon's Pleasure,
Between the Moon and the Deep Blue Sea and Catching Fireflies.