Let It Rein (A Blue Series Story) M/M LGBTQ Romance by D.P. Denman Releases March 17th ➱ Cover Reveal Book Tour with Rafflecopter
Let It Rein
A Blue Series Story
by D.P. Denman
Genre: M/M LGBTQ Romance
The
riskiest games are played from the heart.
According
to the tabloids, Kasper Rein is a player on the prowl. Sturdy and
sexy, with a voice of pure seduction, he's seldom alone. The fans
love him. Men and women want him. The paparazzi stalks him. He's
living a rock star's dream -- until someone wants him out of the
spotlight.
The new man in Kasper's life wants more than his
fame. Mat wants his heart. He's willing to battle his own trust
issues for a chance at real love, but someone else wants Kasper out
of the way. Cryptic threats and attempts on his life leave Kasper
with a charred house, too many visits from the paramedics, and no
answers. Kasper must uncover the person behind the violence before
it's too late -- and they're closer than he thinks.
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Scene 1:
Kasper leaned close to Mat to be heard over the arena's thumping music. "How do you feel about having your picture on a tabloid site?"
Mat looked at him, confused. "Why?"
"Because I'm pretty sure we'll make at least one. Those cameras across the room aren't here to photograph the game."
Mat looked at the photographers, confusion hardening to something else before he turned back to Kasper. "I guess it's too late to do anything about it now."
"True, but does it bother you?"
"No."
Kasper smiled and kissed his cheek. "Good."
The fact that Mat hadn't let go of his hand proved he wasn't lying. He hoped it also proved something else but wasn't willing to make assumptions.
Kasper sat holding Mat's hand, where it rested on his thigh for most of the game. He couldn't tell whether it was true affection or Mat's refusal to back down in front of the paparazzi. He was amused by one option and hopeful about the other.
The game ended with the Lakers down by two points. Kasper led Mat through the tangle of fans, retracing their steps to the VIP entrance. The second he emerged from the building people started calling his name. Mat's grip on his hand tightened. Kasper squeezed back, ignoring them and joining the other celebrities in the designated pool of fame to wait for his turn at the valet stand.
"Does that happen a lot?" Mat asked, refusing to look at the people trying to get their attention.
"It depends. I think the thing with bottle and the car put me back on their radar."
"Lucky for you."
Kasper smirked.
"Maybe we should have snuck out early," Mat said.
"It wouldn't have mattered. People are usually staked out here the whole game."
Someone whistled and shouted Kasper's name, trying to startle him into a response. He ignored it.
"That doesn't bother you?" Mat asked.
"You get used to it."
"Would they stop yelling if you talked to them?"
"They might, but that's worse. An interview is powerful clickbait. I don't want to help line their pockets. Especially not when they'll misquote everything I say to fit whatever sham story they're writing. It's better to pretend I don't hear it." Kasper gave his hand another squeeze. "I'm sorry. It'll be over in a couple of minutes."
"It's okay, just strange."
"Welcome to my life."
Mat raised their hands to his mouth and kissed the back of Kasper's. Kasper couldn't hear the maddening click of cameras, but he imagined it, half the group thinking they'd just scored a thousand-dollar picture – or whatever the tabloids were paying.
Regardless of how long it lasted, as of that afternoon, their relationship was official.
Scene 2:
Alone in their booth, Kasper continued the conversation about favorite hobbies and interests. He and Mat didn't have much in common, but it didn't matter. Every layer Mat revealed was a fascinating surprise that made it obvious Kasper had been dating the wrong people for too long.
Mat hadn't mentioned anything about status all night. No jealous comments or bitterness over a rival. Nothing about social media. Not even an interruption to take a picture of his food. Kasper had forgotten what it was like to be with someone who wasn't driven by ambition or obsession. It was his own fault.
He didn't want a serious relationship, so he dated people too preoccupied to consider love a priority. Until that night, he hadn't realized what he was sacrificing to keep romance at a distance. Instead of enjoying the conversation and what it revealed, he'd been with people who made him want to rush through dinner and get to the sex so they would stop talking.
"This has been great." Mat wiped his mouth with his napkin.
"Yes, it has." Kasper leaned back to let the server remove his plate.
"You make me glad that I chose to give up anonymous sex. I can't remember the last time I had this much fun with someone. Of course, hookups never involved this much talking."
"I'm happy the experiment is working so far. Are you ready to go?"
"Sure." Mat scooted to the end of the bench on his side of the table.
"Coffee at my place?" Kasper did the same.
"Sounds great."
Kasper walked through the restaurant debating whether to take Mat's hand. He considered it all the way out to the parking lot before deciding he was overthinking. He caught Mat's arm a step from the car door and tugged him to a stop. Releasing his brief hold, he took Mat's face in his hands and kissed him, slowly, tenderly. Mat kissed him back, pulling him closer by the belt loops in his jeans.
Kasper kept the hunger on a leash despite the sparks that lit an instant fire inside, warming his cock. He didn't want to rush that moment. The romance of a first kiss was too important to neglect, no matter how badly he wanted to strip Mat naked. They'd get to that. Later.
"Wow," Mat whispered with dazed eyes, making Kasper want to kiss him all over again.
"I've wanted to do that for days."
"Me, too. Though, I'll admit, my fantasy didn't quite match that."
"You know how it is with us rebellious types. We don't conform to expectations."
"I'll try to remember that." The dimples reappeared. "I hope your house isn't too far because I'm ready to jump you right here."
"I had the same thought, though someone is bound to notice if we don't make it out of the parking lot."
"We can always put the top up."
Kasper looked over his shoulder at the confines of his two-seat sports car. "You'll get bonus points for difficulty if you can pull off anything more than a blow job in there," he joked before opening the door to let Mat in.
Scene 3:
Kasper left Mat in the kitchen with Eric and went to his bedroom to change out of his torn and dirt-smudged clothes. The quiet tap at his door an instant after he shut it wasn't a surprise.
"Come in, Sergeant Sosa." Kasper tugged the shirt off over his head with more effort than usual. His bruised parts were already getting stiff.
The door opened, and Mat walked in, concern burning behind the sheepish smile. "How did you know it was me?"
"Hunch."
"Do you mind? I wanted to make sure the EMTs didn't miss anything."
"You don't trust them?"
"I'm sure they're fine, but I didn't train them, and I'm not interested in leaving your health to strangers." Mat stepped close, inspecting him with gentle fingers and intense scrutiny. "You'll be sore in the morning."
"I don't doubt it."
"They told you about ice and ibuprofen?"
"Yes."
Mat rested a hand on Kasper's bare chest, dark brown eyes staring back at him. "I'm glad you're all right."
"Me, too."
Mat kissed him and slipped arms around him, holding him tight. A small part of Kasper insisted that he should push Mat away and get dressed. The hint of body spray and sensation of him pressed close unplugged the warning. Later, when he was alone, he could worry about what it meant that he already couldn't seem to let Mat go. At that moment, he didn't care.
"I thought it was that woman again, coming to finish the job," Mat said, still holding him.
"No, that was this morning."
"You've had a busy day." Mat didn't try to hide his surprise. "And?"
"And we had a nice chat about why I'm overreacting, and she's being unfairly persecuted."
"What is it with people trying to kill you?"
"She wasn't trying to kill me. She was throwing a tantrum."
"And threatening to cut you with the glass."
"No, she threatened my date."
"You aren't letting her off the hook, are you?"
"No chance."
"Good. So, what happened this afternoon?"
"A guy decided I'd make a good hood ornament."
"Any idea why?"
"None. I'm hoping he'll tell the police so they can tell me."
"Do you think he knows Arianna?"
"I doubt it. If she wanted me dead, she'd run over me herself."
Despite her threat hours earlier to do exactly that, Kasper didn't believe she'd outsourced her revenge to someone else.
"Could he be a jealous ex or something? Someone trying to get you away from her?"
Kasper thought about the odd note left in his car, warning him to stay away. It might have made sense, except the pronoun was wrong. They didn't want him avoiding a woman. They were worried about a man.
None of it made any sense.
Award-winning author DP Denman writes addictive, character-driven MM romance from a soggy, moss-covered neighborhood in the Pacific Northwest. Her stories are dramatic and intense, guaranteed to pull you in and hold you hostage to the last word.
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