About Unwrapped
by BA Tortuga
39 pages / 10000 words
ISBN: 978-1-61040-127-2
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Ryder Carroll and Christian Isham have never gotten along. In their small
Texas town, they're constantly at odds. Which is why it seems like some kind
of cruel joke that when both of them go on gay-friendly vacation for
Christmas, they keeping meeting up in unexpected places.
The thing is, once Ry and Chris see what lies beneath the mechanic's
coveralls and the buttoned up school teacher, they're so intrigued that they
can't stay away from one another. Can they find any common ground beyond the
physical attraction they've unwrapped?
Sample
Christian paid his sixty dollars and parked his Volvo in the fenced lot.
Ten days. Ten days of parties, tequila, sun, and karaoke. Lounging by
the pool, shore excursions with hot Latino guys…
He couldn't wait.
He grabbed his suitcases out of the trunk and headed for the shuttle bus
that would take him to the terminal. Ten days where he wasn't Mr. Isham.
Ten days where he didn't have a room of ten year olds to teach. Ten days
out of fucking small town Texas and on the Rainbow Holiday Cruise.
Fucking A.
The driver helped a pair of dapper old gents onboard before the shuttle
headed for the cruise terminal, and Christian watched idly out the
window. There were very few families, mostly couples, men and men, women
and women. There were more Hawaiian shirts and board shorts than he'd
seen since his last trip to the beach, three years ago.
He saw some singles, though, including one hot-hottie getting a bag out
of a sleek black pickup. The man was tall, with a black cowboy hat
pulled down to shade his face. Tight ass, jeans like a second skin,
black T-shirt of joy. It was a picture right out of some cowboy porn
fantasy. Christian could just lick him from top to bottom.
Then the guy turned toward him, and there was something familiar about
the stubborn jaw, something oddly well-known about the set of the guy's
lips. Too bad he couldn't see the shaded eyes. Christian frowned. He
hadn't been cruising in years. Dallas, maybe, once a year, maybe, but
this was hours away.
The bus moved on, and he was able to settle back in his seat and forget
the uncomfortable niggle. If there was someone he knew, well, they were
on the Rainbow Cruise, too, right? No problem.
The cruise terminal and check in were pretty straightforward.
Stand in line here.
Stand in line there.
Stand in line some more.
Easy.
Get your card. Sign for all charges you might incur. Bump into some guy.
Some hot guy.
"'Scuse me." Can I lick you in apology?
"Oh, hey, no problem." The guy turned to smile at him from under that
big black cowboy hat, and the urge to lick fled pretty fast. Jesus. Who
would expect Ryder Carroll to be on a gay cruise?