I woke up late and rolled over, throwing my pillow on the floor. I didn't have a headache, but my brain still felt foggy. Nothing a good cup of coffee couldn't cure. I staggered into my kitchen to start up my pot, thankful that I had milk and sugar this time.
Running my fingers through my hair, I thought about the party and Alec kissing me. It had been nice. Alec made me feel wanted. Wendy had too. She had danced with me, even after Alec had put his arm around my shoulder and kept it there. I liked them and should have...should have what?
Shaking my head, I poured my coffee, adding the coveted milk and sugar, and sipped it, walking back into the dining room and sitting at the table. I opened my laptop, and Daltrey's profile picture popped up on the screen, right where I'd left it.
His number was still in the pocket of my slept-in jeans. He had been everything to me. There wasn't really a decision to be made. I needed to rule my own life and do the things I wanted to do and to hell with anyone else. I picked up my cell and dialed the number.
A female voice answered on the third ring. "Daltrey Boxbaum's office. How can I help you?" Girlfriend? No way. Daltrey was gay like me. Wasn't he?
"Uh... Yes. I'd like to speak with Daltrey." My voice shook with fear.
"Sorry, he's unavailable. Can I help you?" she sang back at me lyrically.
"No, uh, it's personal." What was I going to say? I should have taken more time to think things out.
"I'm Jenny Heathers, his personal assistant. I may be able to help." Her voice sounded a little flatter this time, frustrated.
I let out a long breath that I hadn't realized I'd been holding. "Can you give him a message? Tell him I called?"
"Martin Hannan. H-a-n-n-a-n, Hannan." I spelled my name, maybe out of habit. Then gave her my cell number.
"Okay, Martin. I'll tell him. Have a great day."
Well, at least I didn't think she was his girlfriend. Maybe.
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Print Length: 227 pages
Simultaneous Device Usage: Unlimited
Publisher: Rubicon Fiction (November 26, 2015)
Publication Date: November 26, 2015
Martin has always done everything his parents ever asked, never making waves, but never learning how to say no either. Then his new partying neighbors introduce him to a different lifestyle that pushes his limits.
The only thing keeping him grounded is getting back in touch with his first love, Daltrey, who moved across the country when they were still teenagers. Now, he's a successful artist and plays by his own rules. He wants Martin but won't compromise his morals.
When martin lets his new friends drag him down until he hits bottom, can he ever find his way back to Daltrey and take control of his life?
Love on the Line, Book 1.Note: Love on the Line books can be read in any order.
Lines on the Mirror has be re-edited; however, none of the content has changed.
Daltrey found me quickly and came running over, bouncing up and down. "Martin! OhmyGod! You look...ah, fabulous. This is unreal. I'm so excited." I expected him to start clapping his hands, but he tucked this fingers into the back of his tight blue jeans. The dark red golf shirt he wore complimented his dark hair and eyes. He wore a black fedora hat and a pair of strange-looking shoes, some kind of brown-and-tan oxfords. The look was casual but somehow stylish and certainly worked for him.
"You look good, too. This place is packed."
He jumped into my arms then, literally. His feet even came off the ground for a second as I hugged him, holding him up. "Yes! I can't believe it." He actually squealed.
I held him tight and kissed his lips quickly when he turned his head up to me.
"Damn, Marty. Your friend's mother had a lot to do with this and, um..." He rolled his eyes, and his smile lit up the room brighter than the huge chandelier hanging over our heads. "Like, the LGBT community spread the word, too."
"You deserve it." I kissed his cheek, rubbing my thumb over the other one before finally releasing him, but he didn't move away. Instead, he grabbed my hand and bounced in place on the balls of his feet.
"Marty! I have to show you...like everything." His voice was breathy and excited, and I felt my own excitement build seeing him that way.
Paint on the Canvas, Love on the Line Book Two, coming Winter 2019.
About The Author
Lynn Michaels lives and writes in Tampa, Florida where the sun is hot and the Sangria is cold. When she’s not writing she’s kayaking, hanging with her husband, or reading by the pool. Lynn writes Male/Male romance because she believes everyone deserves a happy ending and the dynamics of male characters can be intriguing, vulnerable, and exciting. She has both contemporary and paranormal titles and has been writing since 2014. Her stories don’t follow any set guidelines or ideas, but come from her heart and contain love in many forms.