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eBook Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Romance
eBook Description: What happens when Galen Frost is gone too much on business, leaving his lover Shane home alone too long? A storm of epic proportions hits. Galen and Shane are back in this final installment of the Stormy Weather series, which includes the bestselling novels Rain and Whiskey and Tropical Depression. When Galen's business interests take him out of town for long periods of time, he and Shane begin to drift apart. Shane meets new friends, who tempt him into a life of excess, while Galen struggles with his pride and a greedy business partner who wants Shane out of the picture. The boys try to find stolen moments to spend together, but it gets harder and harder for Shane to understand what Galen sees in the road, and even harder for Galen to find his way home. Shane starts to think he'll never be enough for his driven lover, and Galen starts to think he'll never find a way out of the black hole of work he's sunk into. The situation comes to a head during hurricane season, when a storm sweeps down on Galen and Shane's Florida home, reminding them of what's most important in their lives. Each other. Can they make it through the eye of the storm and come out stronger on the other side?

eBook Publisher: Torquere Press/Top Shelf, Published: http://www.torquerepress.com, 2007
Fictionwise Release Date: September 2007

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Words: 50471
Reading time: 144-201 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
Adobe Acrobat (PDF) Format:  Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud DISABLED
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
ISBN: 1603701400

Galen threw the phone across the hotel room, pissed as hell that he couldn't get Shane on the goddamned line. If he heard his own voice on the answering machine one more time...

Jesus, he hated Chicago. When he'd thrown in with Frank on the whole promotion business, he hadn't planned on being in a cold fucking city for two weeks, listening to the wind blow past the windows of a high-rise hotel.

No, sir. He thought he'd do one or two trips a year, and the rest would be on the phone, wheeling and dealing from the bait shop.

The bait shop. Hey, if Shane wasn't home and wasn't at work, maybe he was there.

His phone was all broken when he dug it out of the pile of suitcases and shit, so Galen dialed from the hotel phone.

It rang and rang, then, about the time he was fixin' to snarl, he heard barking and laughing and Shane going, "'lo?"

"Hey, babe," he said, sitting back on the bed and breathing a sigh of relief. "Was starting to think you left town."

"Nah, Len. That's your job. I was down here cleaning some shit up."

He could hear Goober barking away, hear the radio in the background. Hell, he could damn near see Shane, whistling and working.

"Ha." His gut clenched up, but Galen kept it light. "Was missing you, darlin'."

"Yeah? How's the big city? You having fun?"

"It's fucking cold." Growl. Snarl. "Coming home in two days."

"No shit?" Well, that made him feel a little better, the excitement, the way he could hear the happy in Shane's voice. "I'll go get stuff at the grocery and shit."

"Yeah? Get me something to burn on the grill, man." He wanted his deck, his grill, and a naked Shane. Not necessarily in that order.

"I can do that. I'm going out on a boat tomorrow before work. Wade got him a new one and invited me out to see. Goob, lizards are not toys."

"Oh, man, no slimy lizard dog toys." Wade. Who in hell was Wade? "Well, you be careful. I don't want you all water-logged."

"Shit, unless he ties my ass to an anchor, I can swim out of anything." Shane just hooted, laugh ringing through the phone.

"Hey, that ass is mine." No one touched Shane's ass but him. Well, him and the cold dog nose.