Saturday, April 25, 2015

The Price by: Andrew Grey w/Giveaway

Title: The Price  
Author: Andrew Grey
Series: NA
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.

Excerpt Post
They stepped out into the night and the lights of Vegas. The heat instantly surrounded them, and Hunter regretted wearing the leather jacket. He should have gone home to change before meeting the guys. He gave his tag to the valet and waited for his car to be brought around. He tipped the valet. Rather than be uncomfortable, he took off the jacket and tossed it in the backseat before getting into the car. The interior was already cooling, and the crisp air felt great on his heated skin. Blood pumped at top speed through Hunter’s veins. He was more than ready to add to the fun for the evening. “Where should I take you?”
“I’ll direct you to my place,” Grant said.
Hunter put the car in gear and pulled out of the lot. He followed Grant’s directions to a house on the outskirts of town. It looked nice and relatively new. He pulled into the drive and turned off the engine. Then he got out and walked Grant up to the door.
“Good night,” Grant said and turned to him. “It was really great seeing you again, and I appreciate you rescuing me from the back room.” Grant inhaled sharply. “I didn’t keep you from something, did I? I mean, you were back there for a reason, and I probably messed up your fun.”
“I was only looking around, and you didn’t mess up anything.” Hunter was hoping that fun might still be on tap and that Grant would be part of it. He leaned closer and Grant held still. Hunter kissed him, gently at first, but then he wrapped Grant in his arms, deepening the kiss so there was no doubt what he was asking for. Hunter’s heart pounded and his cock throbbed insistently in his tight pants. Every time he moved, the fabric massaged him a little. They had all night, and Hunter’s balls felt as though they were going to explode.
“Good night,” Grant said when he broke the kiss, placing both hands flat on Hunter’s bare chest. Grant groaned and patted Hunter gently. He sounded breathless and Hunter pressed his advantage and captured Grant’s lips once again. They were soft and sweet, just the way he liked them. Hunter nibbled and sucked expertly on Grant’s lower lip until they were both panting. When Hunter released him, Grant swayed a little, fished out his keys, and fumbled with the lock before managing to open the door. “Thank you for everything. I had a great time. You weren’t the date I was expecting, but I’m glad you were the date I got.” Grant smiled and stepped inside before closing the door.
Hunter watched, slightly wide-eyed, as the door closed. He turned and walked back to his car, trying to remember a night that ended with just a kiss. He couldn’t, at least not in recent memory. He got back in his car and wondered where in the hell he was going to go. He could go home—that was, of course, an option, and probably the best one at this hour.
“Jesus,” he muttered to himself, wondering what the guys would say if they knew Hunter Wolf was going home with a case of blue balls. He went home anyway. It had been a long day and he had more than one appointment tomorrow. The drive took ten minutes, and he pulled into his drive and turned off the engine. Hunter grabbed his jacket from the backseat and retrieved the case from the glove compartment, where he’d locked it away earlier. Then he got out of the car and walked up to his house, letting himself into the empty place.
After locking the door behind him, Hunter dropped everything onto the living room chair and headed for the bedroom. He needed to clean up and get ready for sleep. The last thing he did was check his messages and send a text to Carl at the agency to let him know he had the cash. Then he hit the shower and afterward fell into bed.

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Andrew grew up in western Michigan with a father who loved to tell stories and a mother who loved to read them. Since then he has lived throughout the country and traveled throughout the world. He has a master’s degree from the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee and works in information systems for a large corporation.

Andrew’s hobbies include collecting antiques, gardening, and leaving his dirty dishes anywhere but in the sink (particularly when writing)  He considers himself blessed with an accepting family, fantastic friends, and the world’s most supportive and loving partner. Andrew currently lives in beautiful, historic Carlisle, Pennsylvania.

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