Avery Wagner quit ghostwalking when he lost his beloved anchor to cancer. Now teaching others who have the ability, he’s beginning to live again -- but he’s not looking for another lover, not now, maybe not ever.<br><br>But then he meets Jameson ... younger, talented, dedicated, almost perfect, even though his mouth sometimes opens ahead of his brain. And Jameson wants Avery desperately, though he’ll settle for friendship if he can’t have more.<br><br>When an emergency demands they work together in the field, Avery discovers just how perfect Jameson is. But he had a perfect love once before, and he’s scared to even consider that he might have a chance at another. Can he trust Jameson with his newly healing heart?

Somebody to Die For

“Please,” Avery whined, and then he laughed at himself. He sounded so young. “Fuck me.”


Jameson gave a low, dark chuckle, and Avery’s dick became fully erect at the sound. He planted his feet and pressed up. When Jameson gasped, Avery did it again and groaned loudly as his dick made contact with Jameson’s zipper.


“Off,” Avery panted, trying to get his suddenly uncoordinated hands between them. “Get these off. Need to feel you.”


Jameson practically sprang off the bed, and Avery dropped his hands to his own waistband, intending to get naked as well. But he got caught in watching Jameson strip as that lithe, strong body emerged from under the clothes. When Jameson was bare, he cocked an eyebrow at Avery.


Avery chuckled, a little embarrassed, but he shook his head. He sat up to pull off his shirt and gestured to the plastic bag on top of his dresser. “Condoms and lube.”


The gleam in Jameson’s eye turned wicked.


Chapter 53