by Angelia Sparrow and Naomi Brooks
erotic m/m pagan inspirational romance
novel length (approx 50,000 words)
Cover Art By Valerie Tibbs
Sean Dempsey came home from Iraq with artificial knees, scorched retinas and a lot of baggage. He supplements his disability checks with money made writing romance novels under a female pseudonym, ironic as he has grown very nervous around women since a certain suicide bomber. When he meets Gabriel Herne, legless phone psychic, the sparks startle him. It's everything he's written about and never believed.
Swept into a whirlwind romance, Sean has to learn about his newfound bisexuality and his lover's pagan faith at the same time. And when he has a religious experience of his own, he discovers everything changes in its time, just like the Wheel of the Year.
NOTE: This novel contains erotic scenes of hot men celebrating pagan holidays in an accurate depiction of the Wheel of the Year.
"I'm sorry about the café. I just --" Sean started
"Shh." Gabe laid a finger on his lips. "It's all right. Do you know that you're the first person who has really looked at me in a year? The first to offer coffee or even treat me like a real person? And then your being gay on top of it... I'm sorry. I probably came on too strong."
Sean nodded. "I know. You're in a chair, you're invisible. I have one of my attacks and they might as well throw an invisibility cloak on me. The only people who can see me are kids and cops."
Gabe smiled. "Well, then. I'm just gonna look out for you."
"And I'll look at you." Sean knew he was staring, that he hadn't taken his eyes off of Gabe. "You're good looking. And I confess, I was looking at your crotch. Can you still?"
"They took the legs, not my gear," Gabe grinned. "I can do anything you can do, except play hopscotch."
Sean laughed. "Shit, I never saw an amputee take it all so well. I know I was horrible in the chair. I sulked. I barked at the nurses. I bit one."
"Do you still bite?" Gabe asked, as he leaned in for a kiss.
Sean hesitated a moment. "Hell, I'm discharged." He met Gabe's mouth with his own.
Sean melted into the kiss, feeling better about it than he had any other. Gabe tasted right. Sean enjoyed the strength of Gabe's arms around him. Even his tongue, nudging at Sean's lips, was welcome, unlike all the girls who'd tried to gain entrance and been rebuffed. Until now, Sean hadn't liked kissing much, but this one sizzled straight down to his groin, making him gasp a little and look down in surprise.
Gabe let him up and smiled more. "Good?"
"More," Sean said and started the kiss this time, wrapping his arms around Gabe. When they parted, several minutes later, he hesitated.
"What? What do you want?" Gabe asked, his face flushed.
"I want to pick you up and hold you on my lap for the next kiss." Sean looked at him. "There is a next kiss, isn't there?"
"Hell, no. I only drag you up here to steal your vallet and your wirginity!" Gabe announced in a very fake eastern European accent. "It is time-honored Gypsy profession!" He smiled. "Of course there is. And I'd love to share your lap." Gabe tightened his arms around Sean's neck, and Sean pulled him closer to the edge of the wheelchair and then onto his lap
"Oof, heavy. You're what, about a hundred pounds?"
"Ninety-five according to the nurse this morning."
Sean kissed him, holding him very close, just tasting and feeling the wonder of Gabe in his arms, enjoying the sensation of breathing for each other. He was definitely hard. Gabe was too and rubbed against him.
"I've never--" Sean started.