Home Sweet Home [MultiFormat]
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eBook by Clare London
eBook Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Romance
eBook Description: The attraction between Chaz and Ryan is as strong as ever, but they've taken a relationship break, frustrated by each other's lifestyle. Chaz is a drifter, casual to the point of carelessness. Ryan is a control freak, preferring order and organization. It just wasn't working between them.
When Chaz moves apartments yet again, the project is fraught with chaos and plenty of breakages. Despite Chaz's determination to be independent, Ryan comes to help out. Chaz admits he's grateful for the friendly support. Or at least, that's how it starts.
He realizes just how much he's missed Ryan, just how much the other man's care added to his life. Maybe it's not too late to make some changes. Maybe there can be a middle ground for two such different men--because the reward is worth it.
Genres: Gay / Contemporary
eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, Published: 2010
Fictionwise Release Date: October 2010
8 Reader Ratings:
"4 Stars!...A total delight. Chaz, the narrator, had a laid-back, somewhat sarcastic view of life that had me smiling frequently, as did his none-too-smooth moving experience...A cosy [sic] story about domestic togetherness. Add in Chaz's humorous comments, both spoken and unspoken, and you've got a most enjoyable read."--British Bull Dog, Rainbow Reviews
"4 Stars!...This book will amuse you...Clare London managed to insert quite a bit of fun into Home Sweet Home...Despite of all their differences, Chaz and Ryan seemed to have something going for them and I was left with the impression that their HFN ending might lead to something more long term. I enjoyed Home Sweet Home and I think you will too."--Wave, Reviews By Jessewave
Ryan's face was a picture--a picture of strange, shocked hope. At least, I hoped that's what it was, and not permanent hemorrhoids from sitting on the damp, crappy stools that I was sure I'd thrown out after the last move.
"I can see things a little more clearly, too," he said. His voice wasn't hoarse anymore. It was soft and low, issuing from those soft yet firm lips of his. Ryan spoke a lot of sense, of course. He could be a fool, same as I could, but I knew it was plain cussedness that often prevented me from distinguishing between the two. "I guess I can see that it's not the end of the world, not having a plan."
My turn to be startled. "No?"
His face twisted in a wry smile. "Guess that's something from a control freak like me, eh? Sometimes I like the carefree, the sudden. The spontaneous."
"I'm working on it. You're worth it."
Dammit. That sly grin of his infiltrated my defenses like a rat under a fence. I took another of those deep breaths. "Ryan, I want to do something fairly spontaneous right now, but I'm just not sure how close you are to that coffee machine, which will either explode in your face or you'll want to beat me off with it--"
He beat me to it instead. He took two more steps forward, slid his hand around the back of my neck, pulled me forward and kissed me. Hard. His lips were at the firm stage, his palm was slightly sweaty--just how I liked it on my skin--and he smelled like the most delicious thing I could think of, if I'd been able to think clearly at that moment, if his tongue hadn't been sliding into my mouth, if he hadn't been whispering against my cheek such incoherent sounds of need, such gasps of please...