The Ruby is available now!
To celebrate, here’s a short excerpt from the story. Remember, it’s about a shy psychologist named Daniel taking a well-deserved vacation. Instead of beaches and margaritas, he’s tossed into an adventure story he did not plan at all:
(material copyright me. Don’t be a dick.)
(Hawk has just bumped into Daniel in a nearly deserted bar. No one is that clumsy…)
(Hawk:) “You know, I’ve been asking myself the same question, and I’ve decided the answer is fate. I think I was supposed to meet you, Daniel.” Hawk set his feet on the ground and leaned toward Daniel, his eyes flashing in the fading light. “I’m glad I did, anyway.” A slow smile spread over his features, lazy enough that even Daniel knew he was being hit on. He had a hard time believing his good luck. Maybe there weren’t that many gay guys on the island. Maybe he should quit worrying about it and let the man do his work.
“Yes, fate. You have a certain look about you. I think you’re interested in a little adventure. Am I right?”
Daniel had come to the other side of the world to escape the drama and pain of a caseload of patients. He’d come to relax. “Depends. What kind of adventure?”
Hawk took another swig of beer and gazed out at the beach behind Daniel’s shoulders. “Oh, you know, the usual. A little danger, a little excitement. Exotic location, unexpected discoveries. Maybe a little romance.”
“So, Indiana Jones then?” Daniel tried to be flirty.
“Maybe. Less car chasing, more treasure hunting. Like Lara Croft.”
Daniel decided to go for broke. “Too bad. She’s not my type at all. I’m more of an Indy guy. Square jaw, crooked smile, sexy hat.”
Hawk laughed, turning his gaze from the beach to Daniel’s eyes. His smile was more genuine, less swagger. Which of course made him even sexier. Damn. “I don’t disagree, Daniel.” He kept using Daniel’s name. Daniel knew the trick, he used it on patients. Using someone’s name implied intimacy, let them feel respected and heard. Knowing that didn’t diminish the effect. He’d certainly like to get more intimate with Hawk. “I do like a little romance,” he said, forcing himself to maintain eye contact. He might not have Hawk’s swagger, but he wasn’t afraid of what he wanted, either.
Unexpectedly, Hawk jumped from the chair and held a hand out to Daniel. “Good, let’s go.”