About the book:
When there’s nowhere to run, no way to hide…
Hiding. That’s exactly what movie star Hunter Reynolds has been doing his entire life, preferring to wear a mask made because of his perfected image. An action star, he’s Hollywood’s most eligible bachelor and a real ladies’ man, but prefers the company of men. If discovered, the scandal will end his illustrious career. Unfortunately he has enemies who will stop at nothing to expose him for the man he truly is. While he adores Taylor, his live-in lover and best friend, they aren’t in love and Hunter refuses to be seen in public with him. When Hunter is brutally attacked, he’s uncertain he will ever work in Hollywood again. Sadly, his doctors may be unable to repair the damage. Angry and bitter, Hunter pushes everyone out of his life, including Taylor. Hunter is merely the latest victim in a series of horrific crimes targeting gay entertainers.
MacGyver Donovich is a reporter for the LA Herald, who has written stories on each of the victims, and is anxious to talk with Hunter. From the moment he meets the rough-hewn man who exudes sexuality along with a choking self-loathing, MacGyver is fascinated and a strained friendship develops. Determined to get to the bottom of the attacks, Mac pens a series of edgy columns in an attempt to egg on the perpetrator.
Entering into a pact to hunt down the person responsible, both Mac and Hunter realize it’s only a matter of time before the assailant strikes again. As they grow closer given their respective haunted pasts, a series of new threats are issued and both men are forced to confront their demons. As the race to find the perpetrator ensues, Mac and Hunter finally discover what they’d been missing in life—love. But is it simply too late?
Secrets and lies and whispers of the past…
Never forget.
Excerpt:
“Is there anything I can get you?” Taylor hissed through clenched teeth as he shook his head.
“Nothing. Just go,” Hunter snarled. They’d done nothing but argue all morning and he was bone weary of feeling like the bad guy. As he entered into the healing process, he was aching like a son of a bitch now more than every which put his already furious mood into overdrive.
“I want to stay and keep you company.”
“Why the fuck do you want to be around me?” Hunter finally looked at himself in the mirror that very morning, something he wished he hadn’t done. Encouraged to walk around so that his muscles wouldn’t atrophy, he stared at his horrid reflection for what seemed like hours. Hunter Reynolds was for all practical purposes gone, his entire persona ripped off the face of the earth. His anger had flared almost out of control to the point the nurses were now terrified of him. The only good aspect in twenty-four hours was that the swelling in his eye had gone down enough he could see and blink even though the minute action hurt like a son of a bitch. Touching his eye, Hunter cringed.
Taylor remained silent. Walking toward the window, he stood with his arms folded.
“Say it!”
“What?”
“Stop feeling sorry for myself.”
“Would that do any good? You’re hell-bent on doing just that.” Taylor sniffed. “You’re determined to fall into a nasty depression so who am I to stop you?”
Clenching his fist, Hunter shifted to the end of the chair. He hadn’t heard this level of contempt coming from Taylor ever during their relationship. “When are you leaving for the tour?” Ready to say a volley of nasty words, he stopped short. Taylor didn’t deserve his wrath. Better to change the subject.
“I’m not sure I am.”
“Meaning?”
Taylor turned his heated gaze toward Hunter. “Because you need someone to help take care of you, that’s why.”
“Bullshit!” Snagging the water pitcher Hunter tossed the plastic piece across the room. “Damn it!”
“Yeah,” Taylor breathed as he walked slowly to the other side of the room. “I can see you need nobody. Right? You’d prefer to just wallow in your personal brand of bullshit.”
Hunter sucked in his breath, the move sending jagged shards of pain into his eyes. “Just leave me alone.”
Picking up the pitcher Taylor inhaled slowly as he turned around. “Do you really want me gone?”
Clucking his jaw, Hunter had no idea what to say. He couldn’t handle being poked and prodded by doctors and by his lover. Saying nothing, he closed his eyes. Everything hurt, every movement, every breath. Goddamn he hated life.
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Cassandre writes highly erotic romance stories and novels in the contemporary, science fiction and paranormal flavors.
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