Author: DP Denman
Book 3 of the Saving Liam series
Genre: Contemporary Gay Romance
Buried lies never die.
Liam has a new career, a new condo, a newfound sense of control and none of it is quite right. Shadows drift behind the bright sparkle of his life; things he's determined to ignore until a shocking revelation makes it impossible. With the help of Justin and a new friend, Liam must face the life he's buried.
Lights pulsed in time to the pounding music and Liam swung his hips to the beat. It was a typical Friday night at Spark. Bodies packed the building. One of them was a girl not much older than he was who sat at his feet, patting the catwalk to the rhythm. She was all in black from the hair gathered in ponytails to her leather top, ebony nails, and dark lips. Thick smudges of eyeliner completed the look he assumed continued down to her shoes in a motif designed to be either flattering or dangerous.
If she was there with someone, he couldn’t tell. She’d been alone at the catwalk through the last three songs sipping something bright red from a tall glass. She glided the straw along her lips with a slow, seductive motion while she watched him from under her lashes, the pink tip of her tongue stark against the black lipstick. Every time she did, he smiled and she smiled back though he was sure it wasn’t for the same reason. They were flirting with each other, and she was destined to be disappointed. His interest was in a tip or a private dance. He knew hers, and she was wasting her energy.
He tried not to devote his attention to her because there was a room full of other women but his eyes kept drifting back. He didn’t want to give her a reason to reach out and grab him to get his attention. She had to keep her hands to herself while he was dancing or security would smother the flirt they had going. Those were the rules and the club's muscled hulks in black t-shirts didn't believe in second chances. He’d rather have her stick around to pay him than be hustled out the door in lieu of a second warning. She'd already had her first.
He laced his fingers behind his head and turned his back to the crowd, twerking to the music. He smiled at the expected round of hoots and whistles as he showed the room full of women how little his thong covered. It usually had that effect. After more than six months on stage, he knew what worked and what didn’t. The crowd loved that move even if it looked more ridiculous than sexy.
The music drifted down a few decibels and the DJ called for a round of applause for the strippers. His set was over. He waved to the women and headed off the catwalk joining the procession of sweaty bodies. Two other go-go boys and a stripper named Rico stepped through the arch at the back of the stage and down a short hall before walking up the stairs to the employee lounge.
“Did you see the one with the tits?” Rico asked as they filed into the space, which doubled as a locker room. “I’m going to get lucky tonight, I can feel it.”
Liam shook his head and tugged open his locker. Most of the strippers at the club were straight and obsessed with tits. He didn’t understand it, but they wouldn't understand his obsession with tight abs either, one set in particular.
Random guys with hot bodies did nothing for him and hadn’t for a long time. The one body that turned him on was across town on the couch playing video games in nothing but a pair of boxers and a t-shirt.
Award winning author DP Denman writes character-driven contemporary romance about gay men. Her stories are real and intense but always resolve in the type of ending that makes readers want to start the book all over again. She is from the Pacific Northwest and bases all of her stories in Vancouver, British Columbia, a city that is dear to her heart.
In her spare time, she is a dedicated LGBTQIA rights activist fighting for those who have been marginalized and abused. To that end, 25% of the royalties from every book go to support LGBTQIA charities.
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