About Unholy Matrimony
Written by Audra Beagle and Chloe West
135 pages / 46250 words
ISBN: 978-1-60370-806-7, 1-60370-806-5
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Benjamin Bell is a reluctant architect living in the city that never sleeps. On a weekend vacation to Las Vegas, the city of sin, he finds that there’s more to life than board meetings, sensible suits, and doing what is expected of him. What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas?
In Benjamin Bell’s case, a little bit of Vegas follows him home in the form of Mason Hadley. Little did Benjamin know that during his drunken escapades with Mason, he also signed a marriage license. What will Genevieve, Ben’s uptight fiancée, think of their new houseguest? And what will happen when she finds out that Mason isn’t Benjamin’s brother, but really his lawfully wedded husband?
Review
Mychael Black, author of the Home and Hearth series, writes:
Benjamin Bell has everything a guy could want: a penthouse, a good job, and a trophy girlfriend. Too bad he’s not happy with any of it. When he wakes up after a night of vaguely-remembered debauchery in Las Vegas, Ben knows he’s done something stupid.
Incredibly stupid. And before long, he’s faced with a dilemma the likes of which he never imagined, all in the form of a slim, sexy dancer named Mason.
Unholy Matrimony is a great story full of laughs, hot sex, and more than its share of jaw-dropping moments. Once I started reading, about Ben waking up in a gaudy Vegas hotel room, I knew I was in for one hell of a wild ride. Little did I--and Ben--know just how insanely screwed up a little alcohol could make one’s life.
This is the first I’ve read by these authors, but if this is anything to go by, it won’t be the last!
Sample
Later that evening, Ben knocked on the door warily, and the door creaked open under the weight of his hands.
He looked into the room to find Mason in a very tiny pair of cotton shorts and a thin t-shirt. He had his hands on the large windowpane, supporting himself as he gracefully lifted his leg up past his head.
Ben coughed and Mason fell out of his pose, turning and blushing. "Hey," Ben said. "You're still awake?"
Mason smoothed his hands down his body and Ben tried to look away, but his eyes were glued to the small sliver of skin exposed at Mason's hip.
"I'm practicing," Mason said.
"Oh." Ben looked at the floor, back to Mason's hip, and then at the floor again.
"I told you I was classically trained in ballet," Mason said. "Did you think I was lying or are you surprised that I'm that good?"
"I don't know," Ben muttered. He looked up again and Mason caught his gaze. "Do you think you're good enough to get a job out here?"
"It's always been my dream to work on Broadway or be part of the ABC," Mason said. "If I can do it... I don't know. I haven't danced in over a year."
"I remember you dancing," Ben said, his face reddening. “On the bar.”
"That wasn't dancing," Mason said quickly. "And I won't settle for it again."
"Great," Ben said. "So, how long do you think you'll be staying?"
Mason didn’t respond, but crossed the room to Ben, hips swaying. He got too close for comfort and put delicate hands on Ben's shoulders. Ben wanted to ask what he was doing, wanted to push him back and run to Genevieve who was waiting for him in their bedroom, but once again he seemed to make the wrong decision.
Mason braced himself against Ben and lifted his leg up to Ben's hip. His leg curled and brushed the small of Ben's back. They were both breathing raggedly and Ben felt a burning heat low in his belly. Mason let out a long breath and lifted his leg up above both their heads and then released, taking a step back.
"That..." Ben wiped at his forehead, feeling the sweat form there. "That wasn't an answer."
Mason laughed and sat down on the bed, his shorts riding further up his thighs. His skin was milky white and smooth and Ben knew exactly how it tasted. "I think you answered the question about how long you'd let me stay," Mason said.
Ben raised an eyebrow and Mason motioned to Ben's crotch. They both blushed; Ben was noticeably hard.
"Fuck."
"Sure you're straight?" Mason asked.
"Good night, Mason," Ben said, turning to leave. He stopped and looked over his shoulder. "Job hunting tomorrow. I cut out some auditions from the Times for you. They're on the kitchen table."
Mason smiled and began to stretch on the bed. "How sweet of you. Tell Jessica I said goodnight. I'm sure she'll be happy to see you,” he added, winking.
Ben groaned, not bothering to correct Mason, and walked down the hall to his bedroom. He still couldn’t believe it; Mason was there, in his house, doing stretches and other sinful things only a room away. He was also giving Ben record erections. Ben wondered if he should take care of it before going to his room.