Since he first laid eyes on Michael Phelps as a teenager, young Beau has longed to be an Olympian; the better to sleep with as many other Olympians as possible. Too bad he's a flop at every sport he tries.<br><br>An offhand reference by his European mother reveals a family connection to the world of competitive shooting, and a quick -- if not wholly truthful -- email nets Beau an invitation to Luxembourg to train with Marcel, a dashing rifle champion. He jumps at the chance, and, when he learns they aren't actually related, at the champ.<br><br>Sparks fly, but Beau’s never exactly been what you’d call a one-man man. Will Beau’s smoldering desire for Marcel burn hot enough to keep the torch of his Olympic dreams aflame?

Hot Shots

She rolled her eyes. “This again. My son the athlete—will do anything at all to get to the Olympics. As long as he doesn’t have to get out of bed.”


“I’m just saying, the Olympics are on TV all day—there must be a sport that competes in the afternoon.”


“It’s a question of dedication,” she declared. “You must be willing to get up at four in the morningfor your sport, whether you need to or not. Nobody ever got to the Olympics by sleeping in.” And then, from out of nowhere, “Ask your cousin Marcel.”


“Mmm,” she affirmed, a lazy French yes. “Your auntie Francine’s oldest, from her first marriage.”


“Francine had a ‘first marriage’?”


“And what would cher Cousin Marcel know about setting your alarm for the Olympics?” I asked, missing the connection.


“He’s been to the Olympics,” she said, leaving her duh! unsaid but well understood.


“What, you mean like as a spectator?”


Chapter 2