In the advertising business, Harris Desmond is notorious for his bad boy attitude, but behind that arrogant front hides a sensitive soul. Weeks away from launching his first perfume for men, Erebus, Harris dreams of success and finally emerging from his painful past. Weeks before the launch party, Harris's friend suggests he contact an escort agency to hire a date for his big night. Of course, Harris has his reservations about the idea, but the last years of casual encounters and failed relationships have left him feeling lonely. He secretly longs for someone special who'd understand him and all of his faults. When the agency sends him his date, Pallas, Harris gets a lot more than he paid for. Sweet and vulnerable, Pallas cuts through Harris's heart like a clean blade. But Pallas is chasing a dream, running on empty and caught in a downward spiral. He wants to give Harris his heart, yet after years of seeing the ugly side of people, he fears there's nothing left of it to give. But Harris knows the secret of scents, and he and Pallas are the perfect accord.

Cling to Me

“No, that’s over and done with. I’m working on his descendants. The Onerois.”


“Winged angels of illusions.” Harris gently touched Pallas’s arm. “Come in. I’ll keep the door open and stay on my side of that table.”


Pallas briskly nodded. “It’s okay. I—I trust you.” He was obviously lying.


“No, you don’t. And that’s fucking sane.”


At last, with a small smile, Pallas stepped into the room. “Can I walk around? I won’t touch anything.”


Harris grabbed one of the many brown bottles off a shelf. “Here. This is Erebus. The original. There’s only a few ounces in there, but it’ll be enough.”


“And you’re giving it to me?” Pallas seemed genuinely surprised.


“Yeah…and who knows, it might be worth something someday. So keep it.”


Pallas put his nose to the lid of the bottle. “Wow. It smells like you.”


Chapter 11