Thursday, 1 January 2015

Stolen Dreams

I am so thrilled *sparkly dances around my sister's living room thrilled* to see Stolen Dreams on the coming soon page of Dreamspinner. This is a reissue of the Silver book. I know the book has a theme which some people won't read, and I can understand that, my lovelies. But for me, it was an important book to write.

After cheating on and losing the man he loved, Morgan Conway decided to get his life right. Now he owns a coffee shop and is engaged to Jase, an actor and rising star. All is perfect in his world until the man he thought was gone forever walks into his shop. His hidden feelings rush to the surface, unfortunately there for everyone to see, including his fiancé.

Shae Delamere was crushed when Morgan cheated on him five years ago. But he has a reason for seeking Morgan out. As Morgan and Shae get to know each other again, they discover the extent that friends meddled in their lives to keep them apart. Morgan cannot deny he is still in love with Shae, but he is engaged. With some hard decisions to make, Morgan struggles not to hurt the men he cares about—again. Shae has secrets he came to share with Morgan, but revealing them now could keep them apart for good.


In hindsight Morgan was glad he was well prepared for his meetings with Xander Bannatyne, the director of his next film, Stolen Dreams, because he sure as hell managed to think of little else except Shae Delamere for the rest of the day.
After Elroy left him with an empty promise to return the money Morgan had lent him and a warning to “stop thinking about Delamere,” Morgan got a new coffee and went back to his script. However, his attention continually wandered back to memories of the man who still haunted his dreams.
Morgan wasn’t the type of man who lived in the past. His fiancé, Jase, moaned that Morgan couldn’t remember what had happened two minutes previously unless he wrote himself sticky notes, and to a certain extent, he was right. There was little point dwelling on what might have been when there was so much to enjoy in the present.
Memories of Shae Delamere were different things altogether. He had been part of Morgan’s life for over twenty years. His five-foot-eleven , hazel-eyed , tanned self had always been by Morgan’s side and in Morgan’s bed until five years ago. Shae had left LA and gone to the University of Texas  to complete his Master’s in education, instead of attending Stanford as he’d originally planned. Morgan had stayed in LA and snagged a job at a studio as a PA. His talent for organization had been the foundation of a burgeoning career within the movie industry.
Five years later, Morgan was acquiring a name within the industry and Shae was a college professor. And they were both with someone else. The news that Shae was married to a woman stunned Morgan. Of the two of them, Shae had been sure he was gay, whereas Morgan had slept with both men and women. One woman, he amended ruefully. That was the cause of the problem. Morgan had lost his virginity to his best friend and for a while was convinced Shae was the only person he’d ever sleep with—the only one he’d ever want to sleep with. Morgan’s eyes prickled with unshed tears, and he shook his head angrily, trying to focus on the paper in front of him.
A kiss to the cheek made him look up. His boyfriend and fiancé of three years stood in front of him. Jase, almost as tall as Morgan, had a mop of blond curly hair, broad shoulders, with long, long legs and an ass that had attracted Morgan’s attention the first time they had met. Loud and confident, his personality differed completely from Shae’s shy, retiring nature. Morgan clung onto that, needing the difference. When he fought with Jase, the dispute was loud and tempestuous and always ended in passionate sex.
Fights with Shae had finished with the click of the front door as Shae walked out. Morgan had hated the way Shae ran, but he had always been secure in the knowledge Shae would come back.
Except for the last time.
“Hey, Sparky.” Jase plopped into the chair next to him. “Christ, I’m pooped. That woman! I swear she’s the devil’s spawn. She kept me waiting for hours before she saw me. I got the audition for the Spielberg movie.”
Ignoring the nickname, because no matter how many times Morgan pointed out he was an assistant director, not an electrician, Jase continued to call him Sparky.
Morgan raised an eyebrow. “Awesome! Is that what she wanted? She doesn’t normally keep you waiting for hours.” That didn’t sound like Jase’s agent, a woman who looked like an orchid and cracked balls for a living.
“Hours,” Jase agreed. “Well, at least half an hour. There was traffic or something. Anyway, I had to wait with her receptionist.”
“Pam has a waiting area with comfy sofas,” Morgan pointed out.
“But then I couldn’t talk to the cutie at the front desk. What’s his name, Don, Den something or other? And he couldn’t flirt with me like you know he wants to.”
Jase fluttered his eyelashes at Morgan in scarily accurate mimicry of the twink that manned Pam Brazier’s reception.
“His name’s Ed, as well you know,” scolded Morgan.
Ed was the perfect man to look after the front desk of Brazier . With sculptured ebony hair and heavy eyeliner, Ed was prettier than most of the actors and actresses Pam managed. Better yet, he was not remotely interested in the acting business. He was like a mother hen to everyone who walked through the door. Everyone except Jase. Ed wanted to get into Jase’s pants and had made his feelings very plain.
Morgan ignored Ed for the most part, because Jase just laughed at Ed’s attentions. The men Jase lusted after were built like Morgan, not some little pale guy who looked as if he’d fall over if someone breathed on him.
“Did Elroy call you today?” Morgan thought he might as well take the bull by the horns.
“He did.” Jase smiled at Marilyn as she handed him his chamomile tea. “Are you all right?” Jase moved his chair, to make sure he was close to Morgan, and rested his free hand on Morgan’s thigh.
“No,” Morgan admitted, resting his head on his fiancé’s shoulder. “My head is pounding with the thought of seeing him again.”
“He’s probably just as nervous,” Jase said, stroking through Morgan’s long hair. “Why don’t you call him and arrange to meet? Get it over with. The last thing you want is to run into each other, particularly if you’re both with someone else.”
That was true. The last thing Morgan needed was to go anywhere near Shae’s best friend and guard dog, Pete Sanders. Especially when the rabid mutt had caused all the problems in the first place.
Morgan pressed a kiss to Jase’s neck. “I don’t deserve you. How can you be so calm about all this?”
“I’ve been saying you don’t deserve me for years,” Jase agreed. He pulled away a little to look into Morgan’s eyes. “Seriously? I wasn’t around then. It doesn’t really bother me if we meet Shae or not. You’re mine now, Sparky, not his.” Jase’s arm tightened  possessively around him, and Morgan smiled, feeling more relaxed than he had since Elroy had crashed into the coffee shop and upset the woman in the lavender suit.
“That reminds me.” Morgan sat up and grinned at Jase. “You’ll never guess what Elroy did today. God, he’s such an idiot.” He started telling him about Elroy’s earlier exploits.
Jase choked with laughter at the description of Elroy cowering in the face of the woman’s voluble tirade and the way the coffee dripped onto her Manolo Blahniks .
“How did you recognize the shoes?” Jase asked, obviously shocked by his fiancé’s knowledge, which was made even more astonishing given the fact Morgan defined dressing up as replacing the T-shirt he worked in with one of the hippie shirts that populated his wardrobe. Morgan recognizing a woman’s brand of shoe was like the pope  declaring himself a homosexual.
“My sister sent me a picture of the shoes as a hint for her birthday,” Morgan admitted.
“And you looked at it?” Awed, Jase gaped at Morgan.
“Only after I looked at the hot guy in his underwear on the other side. I thought she’d sent me a picture of the hot guy first of all,” Morgan confessed.
That was enough to set Jase off again, loud enough to attract the attention of the few customers in the coffee shop. Morgan grinned at him, the discomfort and unease from the mention of Shae’s name vanishing as he relaxed in his boyfriend’s company.
“Once the film starts, life is gonna be all kinds of crazy. Do you want to go out for dinner tonight while we still have some peace?” Morgan asked.
“Sounds good, Sparky, but after my mani-pedi . I’ve got to look my best for Steven.”
Jase waggled his fingers and toes at Morgan, who cracked up laughing. He excused himself after a kiss to Jase’s smooth cheek and made his way to the men’s room. Once the door closed behind him, the smile slid off his face. He stared, unblinking, into the mirror, not seeing his own reflection in the glass. Instead he saw eyes that changed color with his moods and a gorgeous smile, sensual lips swollen from his kissing.
“Shae Delamere back in LA,” he whispered. “Fuck!”

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