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INNOCENT tells the story of Ethan, a man who forces himself into Gabriel's home one day, with electric consequences...

Gabriel Black cursed as the toaster coughed up two slices of blackened bread and the smoke alarm immediately kicked in with an ear-piercing shriek. He moved to the French windows, unlocking and drawing them open, letting in a burst of freezing night air, before grabbing a dish towel and wafting it under the smoke alarm. As he did, a flash of movement registered at the periphery of his vision.

He turned around in surprise just as a tall figure sidled through the windows, levelling a gun at him.

His mouth dropped open, icy fingers creeping down his back and not from the cold air either. The intruder in his house was in his late thirties, a few inches bigger than Gabriel and well-built. He wore a thin shirt and jeans, despite the weather outside being at least ten below. He was covered with snow. It was on his boots and in the jet-black hair that fell untidily over his face. Large, jade-green eyes and a sensual mouth dominated his pale, startlingly attractive face. He had a few days’ worth of dark stubble lining his jaw and his nose and lips were blue with cold. The man trembled violently, his teeth chattering together.

“Knock that off.” He gestured to the annoying smoke alarm.

Gabriel, numb with shock, did as he was told, wafting the towel again until the alarm went off abruptly, leaving a sudden silence broken only by the sound of the intruder slamming the windows shut and pocketing the key.

The two men faced each other across the kitchen. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” They were brave words considering the nut job in Gabriel’s house held a gun.

The man moved closer, his face stony. “You don’t get to ask questions.” It was a sneer. “Upstairs now. I want some dry clothes.” He prodded Gabriel hard with the gun in his chest to make his point.

Gabriel turned around and walked woodenly through the living room to the stairs. His mind whirled as he climbed. He was miles from civilization, stuck in the middle of Alaska at his winter retreat. Who exactly was this man and was he going to kill him?

He entered his bedroom and turned around to look at the man, who gestured at the wardrobe. “Come on. Get me pants and the thickest sweater you’ve got.”

Gabriel did as he was told, choosing jeans and a hooded fleece-lined sweater that he wore when he needed to chop logs for the fire.

“And underwear and socks,” the intruder said. “I’m wet through.”

Gabriel got out the items from a chest of drawers. He was damned if he was going to give away his best boxers, so he gave the intruder some old ones. The man didn’t comment, just indicated for Gabriel to place the lot on the bed.

“Turn around while I change. Don’t even think of trying anything because I swear I will shoot you in the head before you can move.”

On legs of rubber, Gabriel did as he was told. He heard the man kicking off his boots, a zip sliding down, the rustle of denim. He waited for the man to dress.

“Back downstairs,” said his unwelcome guest at last. “I need a hot drink.”

Gabriel turned around. The stranger looked different in Gabriel’s own clothes, softer and less intimidating, even though the expression on his face was still hostile.

When Gabriel did not immediately comply, he pointed the gun at him once more. “Move!”

Gabriel reluctantly led the way back downstairs and into the kitchen. “What do you want? Coffee?”

“Yeah.”

Gabriel reached for a mug and picked up the coffee pot. For a moment he looked at the freshly brewed liquid inside thoughtfully. Could he throw boiling hot liquid over another human being? Yes, if that man was going to kill him. But just how big a threat was this man who had invaded his house?

“Don’t even fucking think about it,” snarled the intruder. “Get over here now, pretty boy.”

Gabriel glared at him, approaching the man so they stood eye-to-eye, staring each other down. Gabriel heard the jangle of metal in the man’s hand a split second before the stranger grabbed his wrist and locked a handcuff around it. Gun in his face once more, the man shoved him back into the radiator and down to the floor.

His guest locked the cuffs around the pipe.

The man smirked mirthlessly, showing perfect white teeth, and headed off towards the coffee machine, filling his cup. The radiator was red-hot. Gabriel tried to sit as far away from it as he could. “You going to tell me what you want?”

The stranger glanced at him, placing his gun behind him on the counter. “What I want is a meal, a shower, and a warm bed.” His gaze raked Gabriel’s body so thoroughly that he was left unsettled. “As for the rest, we’ll see how it goes.” Their eyes held for a long moment. Gabriel had no idea what the guy meant by this but a shudder snaked through him nonetheless. Damn it, the man was hot as holy hell. Did he imagine it or could he see vague interest in those intense green eyes? Surely not.

The man pulled some milk from the fridge and splashed it into his coffee. He leaned against the work surface eyeing Gabriel. “What are you doing all the way out here alone anyway? Are you some sort of hermit?”

Gabriel returned his steely glare. “I come here once a year.”

“What for?”

“To write.”

“You’re a writer?”

“That’s generally what writers do.”

The intruder’s expression turned dangerous. The air crackled with fury. “I’m warning you.”

Gabriel said nothing.

“What’s your name?”

“Gabriel.”

“And how long are you here, Gabriel?”

“Maybe two months. I’ve been here a couple of weeks already.”

“You’re alone?”

“Yeah.”

“Have you got a cell?”

Gabriel hesitated. “No.”

“Liar.” The man advanced on him.

Gabriel tried to get to his feet as the man loomed over him. He grabbed at Gabriel’s pockets, patting them down. The man bent over him, startlingly close, hands on the tight denim of one hip and Gabriel stared up, thrown by how attractive he found the man with that pale skin and those luminescent eyes.

The man seemed oblivious to the way Gabriel studied him. He reached behind Gabriel, an arm around him to pat his ass. Gabriel felt the heat and solidity of his body for a moment. It made him shiver.

The intruder located the cell in Gabriel’s back pocket instantly. He drew away with his prize in his hand and went back to his coffee. Defeated, Gabriel sat back down, head hanging.

“How many people know you’re here?”

“A few,” Gabriel muttered.

“Who?”

“David, my agent. My friend Jordan and my partner, Jack.”

The man lifted an eyebrow, looking interested. “Jack,” he said as though trying out the name on his tongue. “You’re gay.”

Gabriel glared at him. “You need to take what you want and get the fuck out of my house.”

Sudden fury ignited in the stranger.  He stalked towards Gabriel and grabbed him by his short hair, yanking his head back. Gabriel gave a little hiss of pain.

“And you need to shut the fuck up before I put a bullet in you.”

Their faces were close, the gun against Gabriel’s neck. The man perused the depths of Gabriel’s eyes as though trying to read his mind. His pupils were dilated, despite the bright lights in the kitchen. The air suddenly seemed thin and Gabriel couldn’t breathe.

The interloper let go. “So how often do these three people contact you?”

“David will call sporadically,” Gabriel said, his tone sullen. “He usually waits for me to call him. He knows I don’t like to be disturbed. Jordan will call maybe once a week and Jack calls every day.”

“Has he called you today?”

“Yeah,” Gabriel said.

“Good. What do you have to eat?”

“Look for yourself.”

The man shot him a poisonous look and yanked open the fridge door. He searched for a moment before pulling out a dish of leftovers from the day before. “What’s this?”

“Casserole,” Gabriel said.

The man shoved it into the microwave, twisting the dial around to two minutes. He turned back to Gabriel, arms folded across his chest. Gabriel couldn’t help but notice that his clothes looked way better on the intruder than they had ever looked on him. The jeans moulded themselves snugly to strong thighs and the sweater was just short enough to reveal the ample bulge in the denim. Gabriel swallowed, again uncomfortable with the sudden heat that rushed through him that was nothing to do with his proximity to the radiator.

“Who are you?” His ass was beginning to ache from sitting on the kitchen floor.

The man regarded him stonily for a moment, as though debating just what to tell Gabriel. “Ethan,” he said.

“Are you some sort of escaped prisoner?”

Ethan’s eyes narrowed. A heartbeat of silence hovered between them. “You ask way too many questions.”

“When are you leaving?”

“What did I just say?” Ethan glared at him. “Seeing as I’m the one with the gun, I’ll stay as long as I goddamn want, thanks.”

Gabriel regarded him with undisguised hostility. The man’s face had lost that blue tinge, but he noticed the intruder still shivered as though unable to get warm. He felt a pang of pity and berated himself furiously. What the hell? This man has come into your home armed, stealing your clothes and food and no doubt your bed tonight and what? You want to give him a cuddle to warm him up? Sometimes Gabriel was way too soft for his own good.

Ethan turned his attention to the microwave as it pinged. He opened the door and removed the meal, stirring it with a fork before lifting it gingerly to his mouth.

Gabriel watched. An odd sensation went through him as the intruder’s tongue licked the fork delicately. Christ, what was wrong with him? There was no denying he and Jack had been on the rocks when he left and it had been weeks since they had been intimate, but he was starting to be way too attracted to this bully who had forced himself into Gabriel’s house. He cursed himself and his dick. This man could shoot you dead at any minute and you’re looking at his tongue and thinking what it would be like around your cock?

Ethan took his dish to the table and pulled out a chair. He ate a couple of mouthfuls and then looked at Gabriel. “You make this yourself?”

“Yeah.”

“It’s good. I thought you would be a shit cook when I saw your attempt at the toast.” He gestured to the charred bread still lodged in the toaster. “So are you a famous writer, Gabriel?”

Gabriel shrugged. “Not really. I sell enough to get by.”

“What sort of stuff do you write?”

“Horror.”

“Really?” The expression on Ethan’s face switched to reluctant admiration. “Always been a bit of a fan of that myself.”

Gabriel gave a hesitant smile. Perhaps he could thaw the ice man by talking about his books.

Ethan chewed another mouthful. “How long have you been with your partner?”

“Two years.”

“Two years,” Ethan said in contemplation. “That must be one sore ass you have. You do take, right? I imagine that you do.”

Gabriel stared at him. His face burned. He had not been subject to such abuse since school. “My private life is none of your business.”

Ethan shrugged. “Just making conversation,” he said with his mouth full. He held Gabriel’s gaze confrontationally.

Gabriel looked away, his mouth bitter with rage. Had he really thought this odious man was attractive? He wanted to overpower him, beat him senseless and throw him out into the snow to die. Nothing would give him greater pleasure. He sat by the radiator quietly seething until Ethan finished eating and stood up.

“I’m going to shower. Behave yourself.”

Gabriel waited with his heart pounding. He listened to Ethan’s footsteps on the stairs and then he tried impossibly to yank his wrist from the cuff, only succeeding in chafing the skin raw. He tugged hard at the pipe, trying to wrench it from the floor to no avail. He sat back in impotent fury thinking of all the things he’d love to do to the pretty little bastard who’d come unannounced into his house.

Ethan remained upstairs for twenty minutes. When he returned, he wore some of Gabriel’s lounge pants and a sweater. His hair was wet, hanging over his face and into his eyes. He had shaved and the removal of the stubble had taken years off him. He looked fresh-faced and young. More handsome than ever. He glared at Gabriel when Gabriel’s gaze lingered.

“What?”

Gabriel looked away. “Uncuff me. I have to pee.”

Ethan’s catlike eyes narrowed. He hesitated for just a moment before he produced a key from his pocket and bent over Gabriel. Gabriel could smell his own aftershave on him. It smelled much more intoxicating than it ever had on himself. Spicy, exciting, dangerous. Hell, Ethan should do the cologne ads. Ethan unlocked the cuff from the radiator leaving the other half dangling around Gabriel’s wrist. He moved back, levelling the gun at him.

Gabriel climbed up slowly, his backside numb, relieved to be away from the heat of the radiator. He walked through the living room and started to climb the stairs, followed by Ethan, those eyes searing his back. He turned around as he reached the bathroom door. “Come on then.” Ethan gestured with the gun impatiently.

“I can take it from here, thanks,” Gabriel said.

“I don’t think so. There are razor blades in there. You might kill yourself or something.”

Gabriel retorted before he could stop himself. “I’d hardly do that over you, babe.”

Ethan grabbed a handful of Gabriel’s shirt and shoved him into the bathroom, up against the mirror, pinning him there. “Me and you are going to fall out real soon if you keep this up.”

Gabriel felt the heat of the intruder’s body. Ethan was jammed against him way too hard, up close and personal, the pupils dilated in his pale green eyes and his nostrils flared like a stampeding bull. The evidence of rage merely turned Gabriel on further. Christ, he was going to get hard. He swallowed, fighting it back, thinking of his tax return, of how much he hated editing his books and doing publicity. Nothing worked. Ethan’s hand remained twisted in his shirt and Gabriel’s cock filled relentlessly. He closed his eyes, took a few slow, deep breaths and prayed to God that Ethan wouldn’t kill him for this. His inhalations merely drew Ethan’s spicy scent further into his nostrils and sent more blood rushing southwards. His skin tingled with need. He couldn’t remember the last time a man had aroused him this way.

Ethan let go so abruptly that Gabriel sagged back against the mirror. The intruder stood staring at him, his breath coming in sharp pants. Silence crushed the room. Gabriel waited for censure, for Ethan to strike him down.

Innocent should be released later this year. Look out for news about this and other works on my website and this blog.

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Hennessee Andrews, Andrew Jericho, Evelise Archer,

N.J. Neilson, Bronwyn Heeley, Nic Starr,

Jess Buffett, Toni Griffin, Freddy MacKay, RJ Jones.

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