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

Ever the pro, he had hit the target, but my concentration was shot for the day.


Once it was exposed to the light of day on the floor of the shooting range, my attraction to Marcel flourished, even in chilly Luxembourg, like a wild tropical vine. It grew, it spread, it climbed the walls, and, hack at it though I might, it would not slow its advance. He was the only other person I saw most days, and I never grew tired of looking at him.


Chapter 7