Author: Andrew Grey
Genre: M/M Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Release Date: April 17 2015
Edition/Formats Available In: eBook & Print
Hunter Wolfe is a highly paid Las Vegas escort with a face and body that have men salivating and paying a great deal for him to fulfill their fantasies. He keeps his own keeps and doesn’t share, not that they matter.
Grant is an elementary school teacher and works miracles with his summer school students. He discovered his gift while in high school, tutoring Hunter, a fellow student. They meet again when Hunter rescues Grant in a club. Grant doesn’t know Hunter is an escort or that they share similarly painful pasts involving family members’ substance abuse.
After the meeting, Hunter invites Grant to one of the finest restaurants in Las Vegas. Hunter is charming, sexy, and gracious, and Grant is intrigued. With more in common than they realized, the two men decide to give a relationship a try. At first, Grant believes he can deal with Hunter's profession and accepts that Hunter will be faithful with his heart if not his body. Both men find their feeling run deeper than either imagined. For Grant, it's harder than he thought to accept Hunter’s occupation, and Hunter's feelings for Grant now make work nearly impossible. But Hunter’s choice of profession comes with a price, which could involve Grant’s job and their hearts—a price that may be too high for either of them to pay.
“All right.” Hunter flashed a smile and the man calmed. “I’m heading out myself. I’ll show you.” It wasn’t hard. The area was only a long, winding hallway, so it wasn’t like they could get lost, but he led the man back toward the entrance. “Where is your date?”
“Probably still upstairs with the six other instant friends he just made.” The guy huffed. “Sorry, I don’t mean to sound like a prude. I guess I wasn’t expecting to make a public spectacle of my lily-white ass on the first date.”
A sense of humor in a crisis—Hunter liked that. They passed couples having a good time, a few making plenty of noise, but Hunter ignored them and went into client mode: he paid attention to the guy he was with. “Why did you let him bring you here?”
“He said he wanted to go dancing. I guess I thought that meant… you know, dancing. Like, out there. I didn’t realize he meant the horizontal hula in front of half the people on the dance floor.” They reached the entrance, and Hunter ushered the man though.
“Here you are.” Hunter almost added something about being back safe and sound, but kept quiet. He had learned early on that you never know who your next client will be, and the guy you tease at a club today could be the same guy who opens the door, takes one look at you, and cancels the appointment tomorrow. “Will you be okay?” He walked with the man out past the bouncer and into the main club.
“Yeah, I guess.” The man turned to him, and Hunter caught his gaze. Up close and in a little more friendly light, he gazed at the man for a few seconds. He looked familiar, but Hunter couldn’t place him. “Do we know each other?” Hunter ran through his recent clients, but knew that wasn’t where he knew him from. It was earlier than that, from his more distant past. “I’m Hunter.”
“Grant,” the man said and then inhaled sharply. “Oh my God, you’re Hunter Wolfson from high school. You were the captain of the wrestling team. I remember.” He looked Hunter over. “Damn, you look good.” He smiled and then chuckled slightly. “I’m sure you don’t remember me.”
Hunter tried like hell to place the other man, but couldn’t do it. Now that he had context, he ran though the people he’d gone to school with and tried to remember a Grant.
“I had glasses back then, and we were in English together.” The smile faded from Grant’s face.
“I remember you.” Hunter smiled. “We sat across the aisle from each other and you helped me get through that damned literature class that nearly got me kicked off the team. You were great.” They hadn’t been friends, not really, but at least now he remembered Grant. “You don’t look like the kid that Kressman tried to shove in a locker.”
“I guess not. But you still look like the guy who beat the crap out of him for doing it.” Grant smiled.
Hunter remembered that. “Kressman was a complete ass and had to have someone to pick on in order to feel like a man. What a jackoff.” God, he hadn’t thought about high school in quite a while. “My friends and I have a table over there. Since your date abandoned you, you can join us for a drink if you like. By the way, I go by Hunter Wolf now.” Hunter motioned toward his friends, and after Grant agreed, he led him over to the table. Cameron had joined them, and Hunter made introductions, then found Grant a chair, and the others moved around to make room.
“How was it?” Ember asked.
“About what you’d expect. There are two levels. That’s the second one.” Hunter pointed to the opening, and Ember nodded, and after taking a look, turned back to the group.
“So no problems?” Cameron asked.
“Well, Grant’s date’s idea of a meet-and-greet was to take him up there.” Hunter felt Grant stiffen next to him.
“What a tool,” Ember said. “You need to be in touch with people and understand what they want, not just what you want.”
“Ember is the guru of the group,” Hunter said, and the others smirked. Instantly, Hunter thought about the sheep incident and had to wipe the grin off his face.
A man approached the table and stopped beside Ember. He asked if he wanted to dance. Ember finished his drink and stood.
“He’s gorgeous,” Grant mumbled, and Hunter growled under his breath before he realized what he was doing. Jealousy? Hunter knew it wasn’t that. He was just competitive as hell, and no one got the better of him. Hunter stood and took off his jacket. Grant shifted his gaze, and Hunter saw him swallow hard. Yeah, that was the reaction he’d been expecting. Ember be damned—he could turn the head of any man in this place.