Jaxson Hartfield has very specific desires, and they involve muscular men. Problem is, he hasn’t been able to make any of his relationships last. Thus he’s forty-one and single, but not for lack of trying. So Jaxson buries himself in work and late nights and admires Carter Daniels, the very buff eye-candy at his gym, without any hope for more.<br><br>Carter Daniels is a weightlifter whose biceps and triceps distract Jaxson to the point of tripping over his own feet. And it doesn’t get any better from there. Just a whiff of the man’s sweat turns Jaxson’s brain to mush, making conversation practically impossible.<br><br> Carter knows Jaxson is attracted to him. But getting the man to stop acting like a scared rabbit around him might take a lot of effort. Still, he may be just the muscleman for the job.

For the Love of Muscles

“Yeah, but then I go home and get lots of sex from the woman I adore who tells me when I’m being a shit—frequently—and my world is back on its axis.” He grinned. “You should try it.”


I blinked. “You want me to sleep with Melanie?”


Sam swatted me upside the head. “Fucker.” He walked out of my office and closed the door behind him, since he knew I preferred quiet when trying to concentrate. He really should be a department manager in his own right, and I’d told him that. Repeatedly. He said he was fine where he was.


Maybe Sam was right, but I was forty-one, and probably way past any possibility of love, or the semblance of it, with the kind of man who really did it for me. I’d done the “relationship thing” with different types of guys, but in the end, the connection I craved hadn’t been there. It seemed as though what I desired—what I needed more than breathing—didn’t really want me back, for the long haul. And a guy can only take so much of a beating before calling it quits.


Chapter 2