If at the end of the treasure hunt there will be still unmatched excerpts the giveaway will go to the one who matched more books.
The books are:
A Hunted Man by Jaime Reese
A Kingdom Lost by Barbara Ann Wright
A Place for Cliff by Talon ps
A Special Kind of Folk by Barry Brennessel
About Face by VK Powell
Ancient House of Cards by Bryan T. Clark
Another Healing by M. Raiya
Antidote by Jack L. Pyke
Because of Jade by Lou Sylvre
Beloved Pilgrim by Christopher Hawthorne Moss
Better Than Friends by Lane Hayes
Bird of Paradise by G.J. Paterson
Bite of the Recluse by Azalea Moone & Anais Morgan
Bonds of Denial by Lynda Aicher
Brokenhearted by Cate Ashwood
Camellia by Caitlin Ricci & Cari Z.
Carnal Sacraments by Perry Brass
Caught! By JL Merrow
Chasing the Dragon by Kate Sherwood
Chip off the Ice Block Murder by Jessie Chandler
Clean Slate by Andrea Bramhall
Corruption by Eden Winters
Desire at Dawn by Fiona Zedde
Dirty Beautiful Words by Brooklyn Brayl
Dissonance by Shira Anthony
Dudek by Taylor James
Educating Simon by Robin Reardon
Fight by Kelly Wyre
Filthy Acquisitions by Edmond Manning
Firestorm by Rory Ni Coileain
Forever Hold His Peace by Rebecca Cohen
Forgive Us by Lynn Kelling
Fractured by Mickie B. Ashling
Freak Camp: Posts From a Previously Normal Girl by Jessica V. Barnett
FutureDyke by Lea Daley
Games Boys Play by Zoe X. Rider
Gathering Storm by Alexa Land
Gin & Jazz 1- 4 (4 novellas: Hollywood Bound, Razzle Dazzle, Tarnished Glitter and Starring Role) by Morticia Knight
Girls Don't Hit by Geonn Cannon
Great Pleasures by Edward Southgate
Greg Honey by Russ Gregory
Happy Independence Day by Michael Rupured
Hard Pressed by Sharon Maria Bidwell
Hell & High Water (THIRDS, Book #1) by Charlie Cochet
Highfell Grimoires by Langley Hyde
His Fair Lady by Kimberly Gardner
Hoaley Inexplicable by Declan Sands
How Still My Love by Diane Marina
Hungry for Love by Rick R. Reed
If I Die Before I Wake by Liz McMullen
If We Shadows by D.E. Atwood
Ink & Flowers by J.K. Pendragon
It's Like This by Anne O'Gleadra
Lab Rat's Love by Ana J. Phoenix
Lesbian Crushes at School: A Diary on Growing Up Gay in the Eighties by Natasha Holme
Let the Lover Be by Sheree L. Greer
Like Jazz by Heather Blackmore
Love and Salvage: Loving Emmett by Mathew Ortiz
Love Is A Stranger by John Wiltshire
Love You Forever by Amelia Bishop
Lovers and Liars by Paul Alan Fahey
Mark of Cain by Kate Sherwood
Masquerade by Joy Lynn Fielding
Measure of Peace by Caethes Faron
Mirage by Tia Fielding
More Than Everything by Cardeno C.
Motel. Pool. By Kim Fielding
Murder and the Hurdy Gurdy Girl by Kate McLachlan
Murder on the Mountain by Jamie Fessenden
My Brother's Lover by Lynn Kelling
Nightingale by Andrea Bramhall
No Angel by Clare London
Omorphi by C. Kennedy
On Archimedes Street by Jefferson Parrish
Paradise at Main and Elm by Barry Brennessel
Paris Connection by J.P. Bowie
Passage by Evey Brett
Pick Up the Pieces by Tinnean
Piper by Leona Carver
Rapture, Sins of the Sinners by Fran Heckrotte & A.C. Henley
Rarely Pure and Never Simple by Angel Martinez
Rasputin's Kiss by L.M. Somerton
Rest Home Runaways by Clifford Henderson
Resurrection Man by K.Z. Snow
Return of an Impetuous Pilot by Kate McLachlan
Rocky Mountain Freedom by Vivian Arend
Running Through A Dark Place by Michael J. Bowler
Saving Liam by DP Denman
Serpentine Walls by CJane Elliott
Shades of Sepia by Anne Barwell
Shameful Desires 3: Unbound by P.J. Proud
Shirewode by J Tullos Hennig
Silent by Sara Alva
Slide by Garrett Leigh
Something Like Spring by Jay Bell
Splinters by Thorny Sterling
Stitch by Eli Easton, Sue Brown, Jamie Fessenden & Kim Fielding
Summerville by H.L. Sudler
The 42nd Street Jerking-off Club by Mykola Dementiuk
The Calm Before by Neena Jaydon
The Dead Past by Kate Aaron
The Empath by Jody Klaire
The Engineered Throne by Megan Derr
The Family We Make by Kaje Harper
The Genealogy of Understanding by Daniel M. Jaffe
The House on Hancock Hill by Indra Vaughn
The Last Conception by Gabriel Constans
The Line by J.D. Horn
The Mating of Michael by Eli Easton
The Memory of Blood & Lotuses by E.E. Ottoman
The Opera House by Hans M. Hirschi
The River Within by Baxter Clare Trautman
The Seventh Pleiade by Andrew J. Peters
The Thief Taker by William Holden
This Is Not a Love Story by Suki Fleet
Tournament of Shadows by S.A. Meade
True Stories Too: People and Places From My Past by Felice Picano
Turnbull House by Jess Faraday
You're Always in the Last Place You Look by T.N. Gates
Zenith by Arshad Ahsanuddin
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“All right. Just one more thing, then,” Dylan said.
Oh God, what now? Brian spread his hand over his eyes again. “Yeah?”
“We need a safe word. I don’t care what, just something easy to remember and obvious.”
He struggled between thinking it was pointless because he wasn’t going to use it anyway…and worrying that with someone else in control, he’d actually freak out and need it. God, what if he freaked out five minutes into it, blubbering the safe word and having to live with that awkwardness forever?
“So?” Dylan said.
Shit. Brian rubbed his eyes. Shit shit.
“Do you want me to come up with it?”
“Fuck. Banana split, okay?” It was the first thing to pop into his head. Not least because he’d been thinking about banana splits when Dylan called. Banana splits and other comforting dessert foods he shouldn’t be eating.
“Works for me. So. What’d you say—ice cream Tuesday evening?”
Three days away. How many times would he change his mind between now and then? He managed to get out, “I’ll be here,” his voice as thin as tissue paper.
There was no answer. Maybe that was it, then? He was lowering the phone from his ear when Dylan said, “One more thing.”
“I’m gonna start as soon as I get there, okay? Just, you know, be prepared for that.” A short pause, then, “Is that okay?”
“Yeah. I’ll be here.” He hung up before he could change his mind.
With the edge of the phone pressed against his forehead, he took slow, deep breaths to stave off the light-headedness trying to overtake him.
“No disrespect, but don’t the Orthodox say that about you Conservative rabbis?”
“Nonsense. We Conservative rabbis balance strict standards against fanaticism.”
“If you’re not a fanatic, then be flexible enough to bless my union with the man I love.”
“Look, my boy,” said Rabbi Katz, rubbing fingertips across the volume of Torah as if massaging or polishing. “A wedding ceremony between you and your friend wouldn’t even make sense. In the Jewish wedding vow, one spouse takes the other ‘according to the laws of Moses.’ But the laws of Moses expressly prohibit your sort of...coupling.”
“So we’ll come up with a different vow. We can be creative.”
“It’s not up to me,” said Rabbi Katz. “The Rabbinical Assembly doesn’t permit me even to attend a marriage between a Jewish man and a non-Jewish woman, so it certainly doesn’t permit me to officiate at the sort of union you want, which is—you’ll pardon the expression—a perversion.”
If I had known, before that conversation, about Rabbi Katz’s infidelity decades earlier, would I have thrown that misstep in his face? Would I have said something like, “You’re willing to violate your marriage vows, but unwilling to grant me the chance to create and honor my own?” In anger, I might have spouted such a thing, and maybe that argument would have shamed him into considering my request more seriously. But how ashamed I would have felt forever after.
“I’m a member of the Rabbinical Assembly,” he continued, “and must abide by its rules.”
“How convenient to hide behind a group,” I said. “Can’t you think for yourself?”
“You used to be a respectful boy.”
“You used to be a respectful man.”
“You want I should disregard the Rabbinical Assembly? Collective wisdom is greater than any one man’s. Our tradition gains its strength from learned men’s discussion and debate of Torah. That’s the Talmud, the spine of our heritage, our unity despite Diaspora. I won’t betray it.” Rabbi Katz’s eyes gleamed, the raised beauty mark on his chin bulged.
He opened his eyes when a wet cloth landed on his stomach. Rock smiled down at him before he walked out of the room. Carter assumed he was turning off the lights in the outer rooms and not sending a message that he should leave.
But what if he was? The doubt rushed back to crush the last of his buzz. Money wasn’t involved, but that didn’t mean the expectations were different.
He grabbed the washcloth from his stomach and rolled out of bed to use the bathroom. If he was being kicked out, he wasn’t driving home with come dried to his stomach. At least Rock had given him time to clean up. That was more than some of the johns allowed.
He’d just sat down on the edge of the bed and was reaching for his clothes when Rock returned. A heaviness filled his chest, a black cloud that was draining the light away, but he knew how to hide it.
“Hey.” Rock’s low greeting held a hesitancy he’d heard before. It was the “what do I do now?” tone. Or maybe the implied “how do I get him to leave?” question.
Carter forced a smile and looked up, only to freeze. He clenched his jeans in a sudden death hold. Rock stood outlined in doorway, backlit from the lights in the living room, holding two things in his hands: a glass of milk and a plate of cookies.
“You’re leaving?” The hard tone was lined with a protective defensiveness that had Carter dropping his clothes. The happiness that jolted through him was stronger than it should be, but he couldn’t care.
He flashed a grin and scooted back on the large bed. “Not a chance in hell if you plan on sharing those with me.” The scent of warm chocolate chip cookies drifted over to him and he inhaled, bringing the distant memory of cozy afternoons and love with him. His mother used to say that cookies cured everything. Right now, he had to agree.
Rock continued into the room, stopping when he reached the side of the bed to let his gaze slide over Carter.
He propped some pillows against the wood headboard and tucked his legs under the covers before he patted the space next to him. He braced his back against the pillows and motioned to Rock. “Come on.”
“I was enjoying the view,” Rock said with a smirk.
“Well, enjoy it over here. My cookies are getting cold.”
Rock kneeled on the bed and shuffled his way to the center, but he held his prize out of Carter’s reach. “Who said they’re for you?”
Carter let the laughter bubble out of him. It was way too easy to reach out and grab ahold of Rock’s balls, which were dangling free and unprotected right at his eye level. Rock sucked in a breath, but he didn’t flinch away or give up the cookies.
“I do believe you lured me here with the promise of homemade chocolate chip cookies.”
“Huh,” Rock grunted. “And I thought it was me you wanted.”
He placed his hands on his hips. “I need to see. I need all the pieces of the puzzle.”
Kill me now, God. “I have a sore spot. It started hurting shortly after Marcus died. I’ve always meant to go to the doctor, but looking for Marcus’ killer became priority.”
“Okay. Well, where is it?”
Please God, kill me now. Not only did I not want to drop trou, but in front of a demon? More importantly, in front of Damon, and those magnificent eyes, gorgeous body, and desirable lips? How in Jesus’ name I became attracted to him blew my mind. For that matter, when? Completely out of left field. It hit me suddenly. We were driving, talking, at the mountain, and suddenly I felt it. A passion I’d forsaken years ago. Yet, here I was, my cheeks reddening. Fuck it. I sighed, stood up and began unbuckling my belt. I slid my pants down.
Damon backed up a few feet. “Umm, what are you doing?”
“The bite is on my thigh.” I lifted my boxers to just the bottom of my butt cheek. “My upper thigh.”
Damon gazed over me skeptically before kneeling down in front of me. I felt his warm fingertips touch my skin. To my surprise, I had to do everything in my power to stop from shivering. The way his touch felt, his fingers dancing over that sensitive spot… It normally hurt, but Damon was so gentle with me that it caused a different reaction. A different, dangerous reaction.
I glanced behind me. Damon looked up, his gorgeous silvery eyes gleaming with…lust? No, that couldn’t be it. But I thought it was. I drank in his gaze, the power behind those eyes. I had the urge to push him on the bed and allow our feet to entwine as we spent hours in bed together. Instead I pulled up my pants. Much smarter move.
“What do you think?” I asked.
He stared at me, a look of confusion crossing his face before he smiled and moved back to his seat. “Definitely recluse. I’d say my sister bit you.”
My skin burned from his touch. I wanted to, desired more than anything, to ask him to touch me again. I peered at him from below my lashes. He was doing the same. Fuck it. I rushed over to his chair and placed my lips upon his, claiming his mouth. The way he slipped his tongue past the barrier made my cock harden. I did the same, and our tongues danced with one another’s. He was warm, inviting, and didn’t hold back. My breath became harsh as I stilled, afraid of what I had just done.
I quickly pulled away and ran for the bathroom. Once inside I closed the door and pressed my body against it, hoping that if Damon came knocking, he couldn’t get in.
I knew I stunk. Plus I had a massive erection in my jeans. I turned on the water of the shower and got it to a nice temperature. After undressing, I stepped beneath the spray.
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