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

Warm as he’d made my heart and my lips, the rest of me was freezing. After standing waist deep in icy fog—first arguing, then doing the super-opposite of arguing—as chill winter afternoon lapsed into black frozen night, I was gonna need a warm-up before we proceeded to get reacquainted. Marcel filled two mugs while I fired up the shower, and shortly we were wrapped in nothing but steam, my belly ablaze with brandy. And with a frenzied need for Marcel over which I was quite content to have no control.


Chapter 9