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Welcome Lynn LaFleur!
Overboard
by
Lynn LaFleur
Christopher
Pritchard has been looking forward to his best friend’s visit for weeks. He
bids goodbye to his live-in girlfriend, Joni Wagner, and takes off with Lance Fitzgerald
for a three-day fishing trip.
Lance has
been in love with Chris since their college days. Hiding the fact that he’s
bisexual wasn’t easy during college, yet Lance had done it because he didn’t
want to lose Chris’ friendship.
As night
falls on the water and the beer flows freely, talk turns to sex. The talk turns
into action the next morning when Chris awakes to find a naked and aroused
Lance in his stateroom. Instead of ordering him out of the room, he invites
Lance into his bed.
Chris is
sure Joni is his happily-ever-after, yet he can’t deny the attraction he feels
for Lance. He can accept his new feelings for Lance, or push him away and lose
the best friend he’s ever had.
* * *
Lance lifted the case of beer off the dock and handed it
to Chris on the boat. “You sure one case is enough?”
Chris grinned. “I already have a case on board.”
“Smart man.”
“I remember how you can put away the beer.”
“I remember
having help from you with that beer.”
“Details.”
Chuckling, Lance reached for the grocery sacks. He and
Chris had stopped at the supermarket on the way to the marina. Chris said he’d
already stocked the galley cabinets, but wanted to walk through the aisles in
case he forgot something. Lance hoped they’d catch a salmon they could prepare
for dinner. To be sure they didn’t go hungry, he’d bought four huge T-bones. It
never hurt to have a back-up plan.
“Here,” Lance said, handing the sacks to Chris. “That’s
it, except for my duffel.”
“You didn’t need to buy steaks, man. Where I’m taking
you, the salmon will jump in the boat. We won’t even have to use our rods.”
Chris turned with the grocery bags in his hands. Lance
stared at Chris’ ass in the tight jeans. He could think of a way to use his
“rod” that would be better than catching fish.
With a sigh, Lance collected his duffel bag and climbed
on the boat. He had to be out of his mind to torture himself this way. Three
days on a boat with Chris. He could look, he could drool, but he couldn’t touch
the way he longed to. He couldn’t take Chris in his arms, tell him he loved him,
and had since their freshmen year in college.
Unrequited love sucked.
He’d be a pal to Chris, just like he’d done for the last
fourteen years, instead of the lover he so desperately wanted to be.
* * *
Lynn LaFleur was born
and raised in a small town in Texas close to the Dallas/Fort Worth area.
Writing has been in her blood since she was eight years old and wrote her first
story for an English assignment.
As well as writing at
every possible moment, Lynn enjoys reading, scrapbooking, card making, and
photography. She’s a romantic at heart and can’t imagine ever writing anything
but romances. A full-time writer, she spends her days creating stories of
people who find their happily-ever-after, sometimes with the help of an alien
or psychic or vampire.
See a complete list of
Lynn’s books on her website:
