When Malcolm Jenner’s sex-on-the-side turns into more, he isn’t above begging for a second chance.
High profile attorney Malcolm Jenner is looking for a bit of fun, nothing serious. He's got duties and responsibilities, after all. Though he's not one to choose his lovers from the office, Jacob Renault is an attraction too compelling to resist.
However, Jacob isn't interested in temporary. He wants it all—Prince Charming, the castle, the happily ever after. There's no rule that says the younger man can't have fun while he's searching for his prince, though…
At first neither is willing to compromise on their stance, but an agreement is reached, with each man planning to do his best to subvert the other to his viewpoint. Lust turns to love, and what’s impossible becomes merely improbable, but is it going to be enough?
Malcolm stood in the hallway, gritting his teeth and reminded himself that an office fling with a man who had to be at least ten years his junior was out of the question. He and Penny had long since relinquished any pretense of monogamy in their marriage and reached an amicable agreement to conduct their affairs discreetly out of respect for their son and their friendship. Fucking purple-eyed twinks in the elevator at work? Not discreet.
He kept his gaze focused on the gleaming silver metal of the doors as the elevator made its excruciatingly slow way up to the third floor. His glance flicked to the reflection beside his. The younger man stood casually, shoulders propped against the wall, licking pink lips. His purple gaze in the hazy reflection was focused…fuck…on Malcolm's obvious erection beneath his dark dress pants. Discretion. Discretion, he snarled at his libido. There will be no casual hookups with people from the office, he warned his eager cock. He shifted to the side slightly, hoping to hide the evidence of his arousal from the other man. Damn it. That kid had the sexiest eyes he'd ever seen. He wanted like hell to see them glaze over as he fucked the tight ass hinted at by the khaki pants he wore. He didn't go much for the intimacy of face-to-face encounters, but for the sight of those eyes and that mouth in the throes of orgasm, he'd make an exception. His tendency toward quick casual encounters disguised his preference for male partners and kept word of his homosexuality from getting back to his parents, his partners in the firm, and out to the public.
A law office, like any other place of business, was a microcosm of the world at large. Malcolm knew from being on the receiving end of gossip from his secretary, Marge, that every action and interaction between employees was fodder for the gossip mill. Being the subject of water cooler gossip lacked appeal and offended his sense of dignity, as did the knowledge that he apparently couldn't control his urges around the tech guy.
He threw in the towel and gave up the fight against his attraction to the young man from the technology department when he caught that sultry purple gaze on his cock for what must have been the hundredth time as the slight young man brushed against him in an intentional teasing slide while he tried to exit the elevator on the second floor.
Impulsively, Malcolm grabbed Jacob's hand and pulled him back inside the otherwise-empty space. He kept that small, soft hand locked in his own as he allowed the heavy metal doors to slam shut and the elevator to rise to his own floor. There he slapped his palm against the button that prevented the doors from opening. He'd had all the titillation he could stand. Malcolm swept the young man into his embrace. He tilted Jacob's head upward with one hand and dropped his mouth passionately, almost brutally, to kiss the other man. His other hand tangled in the black curls that had taunted his senses over the past weeks. He forced the soft pink lips apart, then swept his tongue inside. Instantly he was absorbed in the heated, slick haven of Jacob's mouth. The honeyed sweetness drew him further in and his tongue eagerly sought the textures and flavors that had been hidden there. Fuck. He could drown in the wet heat he found behind those soft lips. It was addictive. Jacob didn't even try to escape the kiss; he seemed to be doing his best to encourage it. He brushed his tongue against Malcolm's, sweeping it gently along the roof of his mouth, seeking and finding the sweetest spots. Both men were panting heavily when their lips parted.
Malcolm pulled back and spoke harshly. "Is that what you're after, little boy? You want a quick fuck in the elevator to start the week off right?"
Loving Jacob is a story about love found and lost, about bad decisions and second chances.
Malcolm has always known he’s gay but it has been drilled into him that he has to marry, produce an heir and carry on the family name.
Which is exactly what he did but he’s never ignored the part of himself either.
Jacob wants it all – the prince charming, the 2.5 kids and the house with the white picket fence.
But, who says he can’t have a little fun while waiting for these things to happen?
That is exactly what Malcolm can offer him. A hot, no strings attached affair to benefit them both.
But, you know what they say about best laid plans. And, sometimes, love just isn’t enough.
I love this story. It was my first Lee Brazil book and I was pleasantly surprised.
The author managed to tell a story of a lifetime in a short novella without skipping any important details or rushing it.
The way the story was told is brilliant. The passage from present to past and the to present again so smooth, the readers will never feel like they missed something or that there was a part they didn’t quit understood.
Both Malcolm and Jacob are fascinating characters.
They’re strong, they face every challenge in life with determination and courage until it comes to their relationship.
They’re also smart, well adjusted people and have a great ability to love.
Their mistakes are not such as to be impossible to understand. In fact, I think a great deal of people could identify in one way or another with them.
Another great addiction to this story were the secondary characters. Every single one of them has a purpose and a role. The most important one is to stand behind the main characters and remind us about why we fell in love with them in the first place even when we think they’re not worth the trouble anymore.
This is especially true in Malcolm’s case.
In certain instances you’ll find it easier to hate him and it will be hard to understand his reasoning but, the way his family always stands behind him, proves that there’s still place for improvement.
This was their journey from meeting and falling in love to falling apart and together again.
I’m glad the author didn’t stopped here because, while it may seem the circle is complete my opinion is that there were important stages that were skipped in the relationship.
Don’t get this wrong, it’s not like there are missing parts in the story it’s just the way the characters rushed into everything not giving themselves enough time to actually know each other. This was one of the reasons why their relationship evolved the way it did.
Their story is definitely not complete.
I cannot wait to read Holidays with Jacob. It’s on my Kindle right now waiting for me.
Do I recommend this book? Yes. Definitely. It’s a must read in my opinion.
Lee, you just got yourself a new fan.
Happy Reading!!
Somewhere in a small town in up-state New York are a librarian and a second grade teacher to whom I owe my life. That might be a touch dramatic, but it's nevertheless one hundred percent true.
Because they taught me the joy of reading, of escaping into worlds crafted of words.
Have you ever been nine years old and sure of nothing so much as that you don't belong? Looked at the world from behind glasses, and wondered why you don't fit?
Someone hands you a book, and then you turn the page and see… There you are, running from Injun Joe in a dark graveyard; there you are fencing with Athos; there you are…beneath the deep blue sea- marveling at exotic creatures with Captain Nemo.
I found myself between the pages of books, and that is why I write now. It's why I taught English and literature for so many years, and it's why my house contains more pounds of books than furniture.
If I'd had my way, I'd have been a fencer…or a starship captain, or a lawyer, or a detective solving crimes. But instead, I am a writer, and I've come to realize that's the best thing in the world to be, because as a writer, I can be all those things and more.
If I hadn't learned to value the stories between the pages, who knows what would have happened? Certainly not college…teaching…or writing.
2 comments:
Really enjoyed reading the entire post, thank you!
It's a really good book. You'll love it!
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