Whoever said space was cold, never found love from the stars ... Some people never learn. This is the tune playing once again in Alex Beaumont’s head when he sees a vision in white attracting odd glances in the quiet little seaside resort of Padstow. He came to get away from it all, to bury himself in work, to forget every man he ever falls for eventually needs to get away ... from him. Adrift in the universe, Mani searches for a place to call home. The planet he finds is cold and inhospitable, not at all what he was expecting. He feels lost and alone, until a stranger’s smile warms him. And with that smile comes another kind of heat, one he’s never before experienced. Love is not what Alex ever imagined it to be. They say space is infinite, but the distance between what Alex wants and what he has experienced romantically seems to be growing ... until now. Like a shooting star, he’s about to fall long and hard. Will he crash and burn, or find the love he’s always dreamed of when looking at the night sky?

Space, Man

Alex flushed hot even as he fought to swallow, his throat unbelievably dry. Dear God, the man was beautiful! Firmly muscled, though incredibly, almost obscenely lean; everything looked so tight


Alex forgot how to breathe, how to think, how to function on any level other than to drink in the sight. He came to moments later, only when David pushed the bundle of peculiar fabric into his hands. Even then, Alex stood watching as the sculptured Adonis got into the shower. A soft moan from those perfect lips when the foreigner stepped under the water forced Alex’s mouth open before he resolutely snapped his teeth together to keep from duplicating the sound. He had finally remembered to breathe, but what was left of his concentration died as his knees loosened. His legs felt weak even as the rest of him remained taut and wired. Alex so needed to leave the room, but couldn’t. He couldn’t bear to notsee.


Chapter 7