Josh, a lonely trapeze artist, thinks he’s cursed. It’s an old family superstition. He can’t have sex on a day he flies or he’ll fall. Maybe that’s why he’s never had a steady boyfriend, though sometimes he dreams of one. In his show, a strange melody plays in the background. It follows him and surfaces from time to time on the street. When Josh’s uncle hears about the music, he tells his nephew to bring the old ring, passed down from generations since the time of the curse. Steve is a realtor who always reaches his goals, in sales or otherwise, and he moonlights as a dancer in an all-male review on The Strip. All his friends his age are married, and his best friend’s wife Genie wants to see him hitched, too. He’s a little bit challenged in the relationship department, though. He has some growing up to do, or maybe it’s his problem in bed, where he’s somewhat one-sided. Steve and Josh meet one crazy night when Josh breaks all the rules used to protect him from the curse. After that, he runs. If it wasn’t for Genie’s matchmaking, Josh and Steve might never see each other again. Though not yet ready for a boyfriend, Josh does need a realtor. What a good way for he and Steve to get to know each other, while Josh works up the courage to tell Steve about the curse. Still unaware of Josh’s problem, Steve falls in love with him. When Steve finds out about the curse thing, it’s a big disappointment, but he wants Josh anyway. There’s no doubt Josh is worth the wait. Maybe the curse isn’t real after all. Can lonely Josh overcome his fear of it? Can horndog Steve handle a curse? Is the answer in the ancient ring?

The Curse of Flight

Following him through the kitchen door, Steve switched on the lights. His eyes drifted down to Josh’s perky ass, before it turned away, and the head above swung around. Busted. No. Josh smiled. He must not have noticed. If he did, he didn’t seem to mind.


Josh ran a finger across the counter. “This house is like mine, but they’ve done a lot of work here. Built in appliances. Granite countertops. Island in the center. Only what one might find beneath the walls worries me.”


“We can look at something newer.” Steve’s phone rang in his pocket. It was Chris’s ringtone. What did he want? Steve declined the call to voicemail. He hadn’t heard from his ex in weeks, and now out of the blue every night he called Steve. What was up with that? A booty call was out of the question, not so easy in a different time zone.


Josh stared at it. “Are you sure you don’t want to take that. I don’t mind.”


“It’s okay.” The voicemail beeped.


Josh gestured to it with a smirk. “Sounds important.”


Chapter 22