Title: Urgent Care
Author: DJ Jamison
Series: Hearts & Health #3
Genre: M/M Romance
Release Date: May 4, 2017
Summary:Nursing student Xavier James is shocked to run into the first man to ever break his heart while at a gay club. His ex is sexier than ever, but Xavier is not going down that road again ... only, when they end up working together at an urgent-care clinic, his willpower will be tested.
Trent Cavendish made a huge mistake at age 18 when he walked away from his first love. Twelve years later, Trent is rattled when his friend suddenly dies. He takes a hard look at his life, realizing how empty it has become. Determined to re-evaluate his priorities and make amends, he returns to his hometown to win Xavier's forgiveness and maybe even his heart.
Times have changed. Instead of the sweet but tame boyfriend he left behind, he finds a smoking hot man dressed in bits of lace and silk. Trent's good intentions turn to lust, and love isn't far behind. But Xavier is wary. The villain of his memories is proving to be a decent guy, but has he really changed or is Xavier just a new goal to chase?
Xavier wore a pair of tight white shorts that practically glowed against his skin tone and an electric blue sleeveless top that showcased his muscles. He added just a touch of make-up, nothing too over-the-top, and his hair was unrestrained for once, spilling to his shoulders and brushing bared skin.
The expressions coming his way, a mix of confused and aroused, made Xavier grin.
His soft feminine touches emphasized his natural masculinity, and people weren’t always sure what to make of him.
He stopped at the bar to order a drink. In the mirror overhead, he watched a man approach. He was tall, lean and casually sexy in jeans and a T-shirt that hugged his thighs and chest in all the right ways. He had dark hair, which had always been Xavier’s type. He kind of looked like Xavier’s roommate at first glance, which was a bit weird, but Zane was a sexy fucker. No denying that.
This is promising. I might even get 8 hours’ sleep tonight unless he’s a total beast in the sack.
Xavier looked down as the man neared, not wanting to seem too eager. He felt the warmth of another body behind him and the press of a hand against his back. Slowly, the stranger’s hand slid up his spine to the nape of his neck, sending tingles through him.
This was one presumptuous fucker, but it was hot.
A breath whispered against his ear. “You are a goddamned treasure, you know that?”
Xavier couldn’t help it. He snorted a laugh. “You lay it on thick.”
The man gripped his hair, tugging Xavier’s head back. “I just go after what I want, and I don’t apologize for it.”
The words should have been sexy. But Xavier’s head tilted back, his gaze slid over, and he saw the face of the guy manhandling him.
“You sure don’t,” he said flatly.
Trent Cavendish’s expression froze. He looked stunned, an expression Xavier hadn’t seen in more than a decade. He hadn’t seen any expression on the man’s face since he left so many years ago.
His surprise faded quickly, replaced with lust as his eyes scanned Xavier’s body.
“Fuck, baby,” Trent whispered, his voice rough.
Fuck was right. Just his luck he’d reel in his ex-boyfriend from high school. The one who’d torn out his heart and stomped on it — and insulted his family and his principles while he was at it.
This excerpt was edited for length and does not match the content of the book exactly.
The expressions coming his way, a mix of confused and aroused, made Xavier grin.
His soft feminine touches emphasized his natural masculinity, and people weren’t always sure what to make of him.
He stopped at the bar to order a drink. In the mirror overhead, he watched a man approach. He was tall, lean and casually sexy in jeans and a T-shirt that hugged his thighs and chest in all the right ways. He had dark hair, which had always been Xavier’s type. He kind of looked like Xavier’s roommate at first glance, which was a bit weird, but Zane was a sexy fucker. No denying that.
This is promising. I might even get 8 hours’ sleep tonight unless he’s a total beast in the sack.
Xavier looked down as the man neared, not wanting to seem too eager. He felt the warmth of another body behind him and the press of a hand against his back. Slowly, the stranger’s hand slid up his spine to the nape of his neck, sending tingles through him.
This was one presumptuous fucker, but it was hot.
A breath whispered against his ear. “You are a goddamned treasure, you know that?”
Xavier couldn’t help it. He snorted a laugh. “You lay it on thick.”
The man gripped his hair, tugging Xavier’s head back. “I just go after what I want, and I don’t apologize for it.”
The words should have been sexy. But Xavier’s head tilted back, his gaze slid over, and he saw the face of the guy manhandling him.
“You sure don’t,” he said flatly.
Trent Cavendish’s expression froze. He looked stunned, an expression Xavier hadn’t seen in more than a decade. He hadn’t seen any expression on the man’s face since he left so many years ago.
His surprise faded quickly, replaced with lust as his eyes scanned Xavier’s body.
“Fuck, baby,” Trent whispered, his voice rough.
Fuck was right. Just his luck he’d reel in his ex-boyfriend from high school. The one who’d torn out his heart and stomped on it — and insulted his family and his principles while he was at it.
This excerpt was edited for length and does not match the content of the book exactly.
DJ Jamison worked in newsrooms for more than 10 years, which helped tremendously when she began her series centered on The Ashe Sentinel, a fictional small-town newspaper in Kansas. She lives in the Midwest with her husband, two sons and three glow-in-the-dark fish.
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