Tuesday, June 28, 2016

The Cop And The Drifter - m/m contemporary - newly revised, expanded, and reissued


When they first meet in the woods and Brad takes in Davie’s small stature and pretty-boy looks, he assumes the kid is just another runaway. As a cop, Brad has learned to recognize the signs. But Brad is already in trouble with his superiors, getting suspended for "assuming" something on another case, so now he knows better than to assume anything.

Davie, is actually in his early twenties and far from being a child, escaped a horrible past and is now living from hand to mouth as a drifter. Homeless and starving, he meets Brad in the woods, and despite their differences, can't fight the immediate attraction he shares with the older man.

Both men are still trying to deal with their troubled pasts and they quickly realize it's just not the right time to begin a long-term relationship. But when they meet again a year later and feel the same attraction to each other, will they be able to follow their hearts without their pasts coming back to haunt them?  


...Feeling a bit cramped from sitting on the hard ground, Brad stretched out his legs and leaned back on his arms. “So where do you plan on going from here?”

Davie shrugged. “A farm a couple of miles back wanted fruit pickers, but by the time I got there, they already had enough. The guy in charge said there’s another place a few miles farther on along this road where they might need someone, but he didn’t know for sure. Anyway, I figure it won’t hurt to give it a try.”

“I’ll be leaving early tomorrow morning, so I can save you the walk if you’d like.”

“Thanks.” Davie smiled. “I’d really appreciate that.”

“Fire’s almost out, so we’d better get to bed.” Brad said. “You feeling sleepy?”

“Not particularly. Despite what that forecaster of yours said, it’s a nice warm night, and it feels good, just sitting here and talking with you like this.”

“Yeah, me, too. You’re great company, kid.”

“I keep telling you, I’m not a kid. I’m a man. But since you don’t believe me, maybe I’d better show you.” Davie reached out a hand and laid it lightly against the front of Brad’s jeans…

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