Those who’ve been asking when Dance With Destiny will be released, this one’s for you! After a few hiccups, the book will be released on December 17th through all major ebook retailers!
Blurb: Tony DeLuca has to get to New York, nor’easter be damned. His older sister is getting married and it won’t matter to her if the entire east coast is shut down if it means she’s short a groomsman. She’s the only reason he’s willing to make the trip home to face a father who’s never forgiven him for wasting a perfectly good degree to become a firefighter. And that’s only the tip of the iceberg when it comes to everything about Tony that his father will never accept.
Dominic Tricoli’s living his dream. He’s spent the past few years working to mesh his business degree and love of the outdoors into a thriving company, providing team building retreats for some of the country’s largest corporations. Unfortunately, there’s a price to pay for happiness, and having someone to come home to at night is the sacrifice Dominic made.
When Dominic overhears Tony’s plight, he’s drawn to help the man get to New York City. Little does Dominic know that one kind gesture will awaken a side of him he’s ignored for far too long. Against his better judgment, he gives in to his desires and Tony’s advances. Just for the night.
When destiny steps in, giving him another chance with the charismatic man who saved his hide, Tony’s willing to do whatever it takes to earn Dominic’s forgiveness and understanding. There may not be forever, but Tony’s determined to enjoy every single minute he’s given with Dominic.
You can’t fight fate. Whatever’s meant to happen, eventually will.
Please note, this excerpt has not gone through the final round of edits. While I make every effort to proofread and edit my own work, I am human. If my writing was flawless, there’d be no need for editors, and that would be sad!
Dominic glances at his watch and stands, probably bored with my verbal diarrhea. I follow him out of the building, watching him try in vain to release the tension in his back. “Stop and cross your arms over your chest,” I instruct, stepping up behind him. Lucky for Dominic and his messed up spine, this is one problem I know how to take care of.
“Excuse me?” The catch in Dominic’s voice tells me that he’s every bit as affected by me as I am by him. That makes what I’m about to do that much more dangerous. But here, with him, I don’t think I have to worry about hiding my attraction to another man. It’s refreshing, really.
“Relax, Dominic,” I whisper in his ear as I step close enough that my chest is pressed against his back. Both of us are underdressed for the cold, but I don’t feel the bite of winter because of the desire coursing through my veins. “You’ve been trying for the past half-hour to crack your back.”
He reluctantly folds his arms over his chest and I smile. His entire body tenses and the cold night air betrays him as every exhale turns into an irregular puff of steam in the air. I haven’t misread a single fucking thing this time around; he’s almost as turned on as I am right now. I wrap my arms around him, gripping my forearms tightly as I pull him off the ground. As expected, every misaligned vertebrae in his back pops. I should put him down, but I take a few extra seconds to enjoy the way the firm globes of his ass rub against me, the way my straining cock feels nestled between those cheeks. When I set him back on the ground, he doesn’t move away as he turns to face me. Now, his firm chest is within inches of mine. It’d be so easy to close that gap.
We stand there, toe to toe and I allow myself to appreciate his rugged good looks. His square jaw, covered with a sexy as hell five o’clock shadow begs to be touched. So I do something I’ll probably regret if he kicks my ass out of the truck just north of Baltimore. I lift my hand to his face, placing my palm to his cheek tentatively. No matter how much I’d love to wrap my fingers beneath his chin and pull him closer, this almost tender touch allows me the ability to jump out of the way quicker if he decides to take a swing. But he doesn’t. Dominic leans in, gently pressing his plump lips to mine and I let out a soft moan. He opens to me and my tongue dips between his lips, tasting the remnants of coffee and a chocolate donut. I delve deeper, exploring every inch of his mouth while my hands roam under the back of his sweatshirt.
Too soon, Dominic pulls away, apologizing to me. “I…that’s not…shit, I’m sorry.”
Because it’s my default reaction to any uncomfortable situation, I laugh at the absurdity of this awkward moment. “There’s no reason to apologize unless you’re about to tell me you’re straight. That, dear Dominic, would be a fucking shame.”