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Shooting Stars #3
Kyrie is an actor with a physical aversion to telling lies, a one-eyed cat, and horrible taste in men. His ex-brother-in-law and best friend, Greg, harbors a secret crush he can’t shake. After denying his feelings for Kyrie for too long, Greg finally gives in to desire one drunken night. Come the morning, the facts get twisted. Kyrie pretends he doesn’t remember a thing—a lie that eats him alive—and Greg can’t stop thinking about how he screwed up the best thing in his life.
Before they can clear the air, Kyrie follows his dreams to New York City, but could he also be running away?
A mistake from Kyrie’s past detonates their silence, and Greg is forced to confront the man he loves. Is their new truth strong enough to support a relationship, or are they doomed to crumble under old fears? Their friendship could evolve into something a million times stronger, but maybe Kyrie’s act is just too hard for Greg to follow.
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Wonder if Greg still has the mug I gave him in return. World’s Okayest Lawyer.
With a sigh, Kyrie dropped the mug back into the box and then turned to Liv. He needed to break the sudden spell of melancholy the memory wove around him.
“Hey, you know what happens when they give lawyers Viagra?”
Liv looked up from her most recent tape catastrophe and tilted her head, unsmiling. “What?”
“They just get taller.” Kyrie snorted at his own joke out of obligation, while Liv wrinkled her face in disgust.
“You’d get taller, too, you dick. You’re both dumb.”
Kyrie grabbed a throw pillow off the couch and bounced it off her head.
“Seriously! You’re gonna move to another state and wash your hands of your best friend?”
“You’re my only best friend now. You should be glad the competition’s been knocked out.”
“Fuck that. With friends like you, Kyrie Li…” She didn’t finish the thought, but walked back to the kitchen. Kyrie followed her, standing in the doorway as she rummaged in the pots and pans cupboard.
“Hey—I’m not the one who started it. He freakin’ insulted me.”
“Yeah? So? You did the same by the sound of it.” Liv didn’t bother to look up at him.
“That’s not how friends are supposed to act!”
She stood holding a stack of cookware and glared at him. “They aren’t supposed to suck each other’s cocks, either, so maybe you need to reevaluate your relationship. You’re acting like a whiny bitch. I’m surprised my tampon stash isn’t shrinking, the way you’ve been lately.”
“Huh!” Kyrie took a step toward her, indignation leaving him without a comeback.
“Is this how friends act? Oh, yeah! They fucking do! They tell each other when they’re being ball sacs. And you, my friend, are the king of testicles!” She dropped the pots into an empty box with a clatter and then straightened with hands on her hips. “As far as I can tell from your play-by-play of the party, Greg was trying to do a nice thing. Yeah, he called you out on some dumb moves you’ve made. I’ve done the same. Hell, isn’t he allowed to, after you dragged him with you to see Spencer? At least he’s being freaking honest, Kyr!”
Kyrie recoiled. He sat with a thump on one of their mix and match country kitchen chairs.
“He said…” Kyrie wiped a hand over his mouth as all the fight instantly drained from him leaving nothing but fatigue. “He said he wanted to forget it all. Move on and not look back.” His hand was cold and he held it against a burning cheek.
“He flat-out said he wants to forget sleeping with you?”
Kyrie sighed, dragged it out hoping to expel the misery that constantly gnawed at him lately. “No. We didn’t mention it, exactly… It’s like we both know, but neither of us wants to say anything.”
“Then you don’t know for sure what he’s thinking. And maybe he does wanna just… move on and get past it. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t still care about you. Are you really willing to erase everything you guys had together because of one night? Because of one stupid argument?” She pulled out a rickety wooden chair at the scarred table and sat down next to him. “I mean, I’d think he’d be the most traumatized by all this. If straight Greg can get over it, can’t you?” Liv reached for Kyrie’s hand and squeezed his fingers. He looked up at her, hating the sheen over his vision.
“I don’t know, Livy.” He shook his head, sniffed, and swiped at a treacherous tear clinging to a lower lash. “What if I can’t get over him getting over it?”
Hi, everyone! Kimber Vale here cranking out my ABCs of Romance. Today, I bring you the glorious letter G, and G is for girls.
Yes, I write MM romance. Yes, I’m here to pimp my latest gay romance of the male variety. Yes, I just said you can’t have a romance without girls.
Say what? Who the hell do I think I am?
Well, for one, I’m a girl. I’m a girl who reads. I read straight romance, and horror, and mysteries, and the occasional book off Oprah’s list when my mom makes me. Mostly, I read MM romance because mostly that’s what I write.
I love it. I love guys falling in love with other guys. I’m not going to analyze why (I also love the word analyze right there); that’s a post of another color. What I don’t love in my MM, though, is women who suck, or the absence of women altogether in a contemporary romance. This is just a wild and wacky estimate on my part, but I’d say the world is made up of about half men and half women. Mind you, I’m not a scientist. Yes, there are people who identify one way or the other or sometimes both ways. All good. Also a post for another time. My point here is, the real world is crawling with chicks. Most of them are pretty cool (again, not a scientific study on my part, just a gross observation). So, when I read a MM book where there are somehow nothing but gay guys and it doesn’t take place in an alternate world, I’m…well…pissed. It’s just not statistically accurate.
And, yeah, there are witchy women out there. We can all name some. Feel free to call them out in the comments. No—I’m just kidding! Okay, if you really want to, but it wasn’t my idea. No. Bad. Bad plan.
Back to my point. Cool chicks are great and I like to read them and write them. I have a cool chick in my new release Hard Act to Follow. Okay, Liv’s a bit cantankerous, but she’s fun and genuinely sweet “under her thick layer of bitch” as my MC Kyrie says. Besides, she only dishes out what her roommate, Kyrie, deserves. Someone needs to tell him to pull his head out of his ass, right?
K. Vale writes erotic romance of all stripes, from hot hetero to mouthwatering manlove. Find her MF work published under Kimber Vale. Come for the sex. Stay for the story. Stalk Kimber on Facebook and Twitter @KimberVale, and check her site for updates, new releases, and freebies at http://www.authorkimbervale.com. The blog: http://www.kimbervale.me.
Kimber Vale is giving away a $25 Amazon gift card to celebrate her new release!