Christmas In Flip Flops
Published by: eXtasy Books
Author : A. J. Llewellyn
Word Count :29039
Publication Date :2018-12-21
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- Product Code: 978-1-4874-2203-5
Will Devon see the sunny side of Christmas in flip flops, or will he be feasting on dinner for one?
It's twelve days 'til Christmas, and Devon Callahan is a dental hygienist with a very big problem...make that two. He's been unemployed for months and now a thief's stolen his cell phone. Tracking the guy through MobileMe, he's got a cyber lead on his purloined phone, but he's also hot on the trail of a mysterious new job. What's a guy almost maxed out on his credit cards to do?
He goes to his interview and discovers he could soon be gainfully employed. The catch is he'd have to fly to sunny Waikiki within twenty-four hours to start work at Schofield Barracks, caring for the dental health of thousands of US soldiers stationed in the islands.
Devon is thrilled to be part of such an important post, but what's his boyfriend, Manco, going to say? His movie producer lover is expecting his entire family to visit from Peru. Will Devon see the sunny side of Christmas in flip flops, or will he be feasting on dinner for one?
This book has been previously published and re-released.
He switched on a couple of lamps and progressed toward the bedroom. The door was ajar, and he could hear Manco talking, but his words were obscured by the sexy, growly voice of Garou, one of their favorite artists to make love to.
Oh, my God. He’s brought somebody to our house! What the fuck?
He pushed open the door and found his lover on the bed naked, his cock hard as he stroked himself, dictating into a small, pocket recorder.
Manco looked up, smiled and switched off the recorder, crawling across the bed to him.
“Where have you been? I’m going crazy without you. Damn…” His fingers reached for Devon’s face. “Do those scratches sting?”
Devon felt himself scuttle forward, his hips naturally jutting toward his lover’s face. Manco buried his face in Devon’s crotch. To Devon’s dismay, Manco began to cry.
No…not cry. Howl.
“What’s wrong?” Devon dropped to his knees, taking his lover’s face in his hands, kissing the tears that flooded Manco’s beautiful face. “Baby, please…tell me what happened.”
Manco only grew more hysterical. Tears were not his thing. Never. The last time he’d seen Manco cry was when his grandmother died. He could still bust up at the mere mention of her name, but this…this seemed like a new trauma…