At thirty-six, Ian feels done with the world. When a night at a bar goes as poorly as expected, he wants only to return home to be miserable in peace. Instead, he encounters Jordan. Hot, young, and interested, Jordan is everything Ian's ever wanted and nothing he believes himself capable of actually obtaining.<br><br>Jordan has enough going on in his life trying to scrape together a living for himself and his autistic son. When he meets Ian, all he wants is a brief, erotic moment and nothing else.<br><br>But fate throws them together again and again, and Ian finds himself determined to do whatever it takes to give their story a happy ending -- no matter what secrets Jordan's past has waiting for him.

Sonata

“I fucking hate you,” Justin deadpanned. “I fucking hate you more than I’ve ever hated anyone in my whole life.”


“And you and I both know that’s saying a lot.”


“Justin, I can help…” Ian whispered as Justin was pulled out the door. The cinch around his chest tightened by yet another fraction.


“Sure you can,” Justin laughed coldly over his shoulder. “You can drop dead. That would be helpful.”


The cuffs fell free of Ian’s wrists and he looked at Aubrey through swimming eyes. His mind was struggling to place thought. Everything felt wrapped in cotton. Everything except the constantly increasing pressure in Ian’s core. “Aren’t they arresting me?”


“No,” she closed the space between them and put a hand on his forearm. “Not yet anyway. Brian…he’s…helping. I, well he, they’re supposed to be—” she stopped speaking and raised a hand to Ian’s forehead. “Honey, we should get you water or something.”


Chapter 39