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

Charon was following him. “Sunday. What happened, man?”


Harris ripped the blanket off and fell on his bed, pulling the sheets and blanket over his ear. He needed to sleep off whatever the fuck was in his system. Oxys probably. That bottle of tequila. Yes, he had a vague memory of seeing Sergio’s face in the crack of his door and handing him a few bills. Sergio, his old dealer from back in the day.


Charon had left the room. He soon returned with his phone pressed to his ear and the empty plastic bag. “Any idea what was in this?” he asked, frowning and shaking his head.


“Yeah, it’s okay. The usual shit.” Harris shut his eyes. Charon was on the phone with Reshone, it seemed, letting her know he was all right.


“What do you mean it’s okay?” Charon asked, putting his hand over the phone. “Fucking shit, Harris, you could have killed yourself.”


Chapter 53