Snow
and Secrets
Stanford
Creek
Book
Three
Rozenn
Scott
Genre: Gay Romance
Publisher:
All Romance eBooks
Date
of Publication: 12/1/2016
ISBN:
978-1-943576-87-6
ASIN:
B01N3LC2EG
Word
Count: 46000
Cover
Artist: Erin Dameron Hill
Book
Description:
First
comes trust, then love… then the fight to stay alive.
Stanford
Creek, Book 3
Pop
star Tyler Hart is desperate for peace after a humiliating public
scandal. It seems like Stanford Creek may well be the place to lay
low. After all, it worked for his friends and former bandmates, Cody
and Danny. He borrows a cabin and settles in for a quiet
Christmas…well, not quite.
Garrett
Campbell is on the run. Wounded in the line of duty, he escapes to
the only place he feels safe, Stanford Creek and his brother’s
cabin. Only he doesn’t realize he’ll have a roommate, and a sexy
one at that.
Amid
snow falls and winter winds, passion burns bright. When danger
threatens to follow Garrett, he has to decide whether to run again
before his secrets could kill him and the man of his dreams.
Excerpt:
“Ty? Ty? Earth to
Ty?”
Ty snapped back to
the here and now at the insistent use of his name. He clung to the
words and looked at Garrett, aware he was close to the edge. “Sorry?
Was miles away,” he excused himself.
“Yeah, anyway,”
Garrett said, and straightened. “It’s okay, you don’t have to
find anywhere else. I have a bed in town with my cousin if I need it,
I can be out of your hair in a bit.”
“No, you don’t
have to,” Ty blurted out, and wished he’d thought about what he
was going to say before he said it as Garrett raised an eyebrow in
question. Apparently, he didn’t want to be alone, because if he was
on his own today he might just sit in a corner and cry, or stare into
space and worry. At least with another person in the room, one who
looked at him so closely, he would have to pretend everything was
okay and then he might even believe it. Hell, having Zach watch him
so closely was the only way he kept sane at home.
“It’s okay,”
Garrett said with the softest of smiles. “You didn’t sign up for
a roommate.”
“No,” he said
quickly, not wanting Garrett to get the wrong idea and to leave. “I’m
used to sharing. Twins! I’m a twin…” Okay, now he was rambling.
“I know,”
Garrett said. He crossed his hands over his broad chest. What did
that mean? Was his body language telling Ty to back off? All Ty was
getting from that was the fact that Garrett was strong and muscled
and sexy and all kinds of imposing. Possibly even a little scary, but
that didn’t make Ty worry, instead it made him feel like he was on
the right side of Garrett, that Garrett could be strong and scary for
him, and not just at him.
God, I’m not even
making sense to myself now. He probably thinks I’m a fucking idiot.
He cleared his
throat. “It might be nice to have the company.”
“It would,”
Garrett said, and smiled at him, the smile was hopeful, agreeing,
perfect.
“Okay, so let’s
start again.” Ty extended his hand again. “Tyler Hart, call me
Ty.”
Garrett took his
hand. “Garrett Campbell.”
“I’m a singer
dancer whatever,” Ty said with a shrug. “With a need to escape
the paparazzi after someone decided it was a good idea to release a
video of me getting a blowjob from a guy in a bathroom.”
“I know,”
Garrett said, but he didn’t release the hand. He was suddenly stern
and serious, looking like he was moments away from smacking someone,
and Ty wished he’d let go of his hand. “Justin told me what
happened. Bastard,” he added, with feeling.
“Did you watch
it?” Ty blurted, and wasn’t sure where that came from.
Garrett frowned.
“No, I wouldn’t.”
“I wouldn’t
judge you, guys watch porn.” Ty couldn’t understand why he wasn’t
letting this go. Why was he pushing, because the last thing he wanted
was for Garrett to have watched the damn video.
“That was
violation of privacy, not my definition of porn,” Garrett snapped,
angrily and without hesitation.
Intensity marked
Garrett’s expression. Apart from Zach, Ty hadn’t had anyone so
viscerally defensive and pissed off about the whole thing. Ty’s
tension shifted, no longer shaky inside but almost settled, and for a
moment he felt like old-Ty. The Ty that could handle anything thrown
at him. Ty who was happy most of the time, and didn’t feel like his
heart would leap out of his chest in fear every single day.
“Not enough pool
boys for you?” Ty deadpanned. It felt good to be able to laugh at
this, like it was an event that happened a long time ago, something
he’d come to terms with
Garrett’s
expression went from stone serious to smirking, then he frowned. “Or
pizza deliveries.” He looked like he was seriously contemplating
this.
“Oh God, you’re
watching the same porn as me,” Ty laughed. And then he stopped, and
knew he was going scarlet. He didn’t know Garrett from a complete
stranger, yet they were exchanging reviews of the kind of porn that
was out there.
Garrett turned
serious again, but not deadly focused, just enough that Ty believed
what he said next. “I didn’t watch the video, Ty, but I read
enough comments to see why you’d need a bolt hole.”
“Okay.” Because
what else could Ty say to that?
“Anyway, that’s
enough about you being a musical genius who gets blowjobs in
bathrooms. I’m Garrett Campbell, middle sibling and younger brother
to Justin whose place this is, and older brother to Megan who is
marrying your friend Cody.” He said all that in one breath and then
nodded, like that summed up his entire life.
“I’ve heard
about you,” Ty said, and finally released his hand, awkwardly stuck
between wanting to hold Garrett’s hand and to pretend he didn’t
like the warm, solid hold. “You’re the brother who works sales or
something.” Although that assessment was broad. He’d also been
told Garrett worked a lot overseas, and that Cody and Danny were
convinced he was a secret agent or something.
“Yep, career of my
dreams. You hungry?”
Ty paused at the
change in subject. He’d been so determined to get here that he
hadn’t eaten since last night on the plane from LAX, and it was
nearly lunch time. He wasn’t hungry but he knew he had to eat,
because Zach told him he couldn’t stop eating. “Yeah.”
“Omelet? Bacon,
mushroom?”
That sounded good,
and he didn’t feel nauseous at the thought of it. Ty settled firmly
onto the stool and rested on the counter. “Please.”
“If you want to
get a shower or anything, bathroom is the door in the middle, plenty
of hot water at the moment and I can wait on lunch for a while.”
Ty hadn’t even
considered a shower, but abruptly it seemed like the most perfect
idea possible.
“Five minutes?”
he asked.
“Take your time,
I’ll prep and then cook when you get out.”
About
the Author:
RJ
Scott is the bestselling author of over ninety romance novels and
novellas. From cowboys to millionaires, SEALS to cops, her stories
are passionate, sexy, and always come with a guaranteed happy ever
after. RJ also writes as Rozenn Scott for her new line of strong men
and women who find that it’s always worth overcoming obstacles to
find a forever love.
RJ
lives just outside of London, and has never met a bottle of wine she
can’t defeat. For more information on other books by RJ/Rozenn,
visit her website:
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