Out Now: Beautifully Haunted. Read an Excerpt.

 

“This desire for you, it makes me afraid. I hate that you have this hold over me.”

Dexter Summerfield hasn’t kept his promise. When he moved to the Scottish Highlands to live with Kade Macbeth, it was on the condition that their relationship wasn’t a secret. Dexter had already announced it to millions of people anyway, so what’s the big deal?

But when Dexter goes away to work, he reverts to his old ways—wild partying and out of control behaviour. He misses Kade so much it eats him alive. Still struggling to accept his sexuality, he runs the risk of losing the man that means everything to him.

When they are invited as a couple to spend the night in a haunted house for a televised Halloween special, Dexter refuses to go. A disagreement escalates to a break-up. Kade arrives at Linton Hall in Whitby and encounters temptation in the form of actor Ferdinand.

Dexter has no intention of letting Kade go, but he’s in for the fight of his life at the haunted house when he has to contend with ghosts, manic pop stars, a medieval knight and being mistaken for Dracula.

The sequel to Highland Fling. The two books should be read in order.

Possible spoilers:

Themes: Halloween, angst, gay for you, guilt, hurt/comfort, haunted houses.

Warnings: Violence. Religion. Hate sex. Casual British/American xenophobia. Strong language and sexual scenes. Codpieces, vampires and bumps in the night.

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With his heart beating hard, Kade shouted, “The time to make it right is long past! You’ve had a year to make it right and you just keep on fucking it up, don’t you?”

Dexter pushed him against the wall. Kade tried to step around him and Dexter shoved him back, gripping his wrists.

“Get the fuck off me.”

“No.”

Kade fought Dexter’s grip. He pulled free, marched to the door again and once more, Dexter bundled him back. This time, he threw him face first against the wall and pinned him there with his body.

Holding his wrists hard, Dexter breathed into his ear, “Listen to me.”

Kade squirmed in his grip. Dexter held his wrists with a force that may have bruised, but he had no intention of letting Kade walk out into that goddamn haunted house where they wouldn’t be able to deal with this for the rest of the day.

“Fucking let me go,” Kade ground out. “I don’t want to hear anything you have to say.” He sounded close to tears. The heat of his lean, familiar body scorched Dexter through his clothes. He tried to focus on what he had to say but it was damn near impossible when he was this close to Kade and already getting an erection. Kade bucked back against him and Dexter nearly groaned at the added friction to his cock. He pressed harder against Kade.

“This is what you do to me,” he said into Kade’s ear. “And you think I’d actually go looking for someone else?” He rubbed his cock against Kade’s ass and was rewarded with a reluctant moan that made him throb painfully.

“Don’t,” Kade choked out.

“How can I not? I want you. I always want you. When I’m with you, when I’m not with you, when I’m asleep.” Dexter pressed his lips to the soft, scented skin of Kade’s neck, inhaling his cologne. “You drive me out of my fucking mind with need, Kade. Even after a year. This desire for you, it makes me afraid. I hate that you have this hold over me.” His voice had become quieter and quieter and now it shook. He closed his eyes, tightening his hold on Kade’s wrists and mouthing his skin.

Kade caught his breath. “I don’t… I didn’t mean… I don’t know what you want. I don’t know how to change that. I don’t want you to hate me. You should go. We can’t carry on like this, we’ll destroy each other.” He buried his face against the wall as sobs wracked his body.

Dexter’s heart broke bruised and bleeding through his chest. He released Kade’s wrists to entwine their fingers hard, still holding Kade’s hands to the wall and kissed Kade’s tear-streaked cheek.

“I can’t,” Dexter said with his voice breaking. “I can’t let you go.”

Kade turned his head. He gave a moan as their lips met clumsily.

Oh fuck, it was paradise. He hadn’t kissed Kade in days. The kiss was soft and searching and desperate. He tasted Kade’s tears and it broke him apart. He would have done anything for Kade in that moment, if only he wouldn’t cry.

This was only going one way though, because Kade’s distress, the heat of his body against Dexter and the softness of the kiss, conspired to send Dexter over the edge. He moaned against Kade’s mouth, thrusting against his ass, letting go of Kade’s right hand to reach around, jamming his fingers into the junction of Kade’s thighs.

Kade was hard, his erection bulging his jeans. Dexter’s fingers shook as he unfastened Kade’s belt. Kade breathed hard into his mouth. He groaned as Dexter released his button and drew down his zip.

Then his hand was inside, sliding beneath the elastic band of Kade’s Calvin Klein’s, curling around Kade’s hot, hard shaft.

Kade gasped. He rocked into Dexter’s grip. He turned his head further over his shoulder, kissing Dexter with furious passion.

Oh God, this would never get old. Every kiss, every touch was different, and although every inch of Kade’s body was familiar to him, every time was new and exciting, with the power to blow Dexter away like a tsunami.

“Fuck,” he moaned against Kade’s mouth. “I want you.”