What's It to you? by Judy Irwin

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Book Blurb:
What if nothing was the worst thing you could do?

For 13-year old Tim Stockdale, it's all about keeping his head down and fitting in with the friends he's managed to make at his new school. His older brother, Eli, is the opposite. He's trying to set up a Gay-Straight Alliance at his high school, where he's a junior. Even though the school board is against it, Eli’s not afraid of what the fallout might be.

So when Tim's new friends start to bully a kid they think is gay, Tim's torn - he doesn't want to do anything to risk being cast out of the crew. But when Eli is hurt in a protest, Tim's own failure to do anything starts to get under his skin. Will he find his way at his new middle school, and figure out what's really worth standing up for?

Review:
You know the classic story... Bullies. Bullies who Bully naive boys. Tim is kind of one of them. Tim and his family started the living in new neighborhood. New Friends,New Schools and new home.
Elliott(AKA Eli), Tim's Brother s is different. He's gay and he's trying to set up alliance between gays and straights even though everyone seems against it. One day Tim&Eli's mother got a call from hospital. Someone(s) beat him up and his condition is bad.After that Tim's new Friends started to bully him because they all thinks he's gay(such stupid boys).And the real story begins...

I don't know if I understand gays but I think I do. Even though I'm not gay or I haven't found out the one,I don't know. I like girls but I like boys more. But I never desire girls..maybe I haven't found,whatever. I have known a few friends who they like their same gender. Though they never came out but Everyone knows my gay radar LOL.




 Excerpt:

Tim is out on the driveway, playing around with the basketball. So far, he's bounced it hard off the garage door, twice, and each time his mom sticks her head out the side door and shouts, "Keep it down!" at him.

When he bounces it off the metal garage door for the third time, he keeps an eye on the side door, expecting his mom to pop out, really mad this time. But nothing happens.

Tim dribbles the ball up and down the driveway, he's moving fast enough so that he's breathing hard. Every time he comes up to the top of the driveway, near the hoop, he takes a throw. The first four times it goes right in, but on the fifth throw it goes really wild and bounces off onto the lawn.

As he jogs over to grab the ball, Tim hears the side door open. He turns to face his mom. "Sor-ry," he drawls, with a grin. "Didn't mean to - Mom, what is it? What's wrong?"

Tim stares at his mother.

Her face is blotchy, and her nose is red. She's holding her purse in one hand, and car keys and a tissue in the other. She brings the hand with the tissue and keys up to her face, and rubs at her nose with the tissue.

"Tim, it's bad. It's Eli, and it's bad," she says, wiping at her eyes. "I have to get over to the hospital. I can't go into all the details, I just have to go." She unlocks the car door, and throws her purse onto the passenger seat.

"What - what happened?" says Tim. "Is he OK?"

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Author Judy Irwin's books are about kids dealing with everyday stuff, like parents and divorce, friendships and bullies, and figuring out how to handle different situations and circumstances. She lives in Toronto with a dog, a cat, and a hamster, plus her husband and two children, ages 11 and 14. Judy always wanted to be a writer, and wrote her first book in fourth grade. It was about a boy named Japan, who lived in Japan. She studied English Literature at the University of Toronto, and some of her favorite authors are Judy Blume, Laurie Halse Anderson, Beverly Cleary, Edward Eager and Andrew Clements, and especially F. Scott Fitzgerald.

'What Did You Say?', Judy's first book, is about 12-year-old Tash. The book takes place at a trailer park up north. 'We're Done', Judy's second book, takes place in a middle school. It's about Luke, who first appears in 'What Did You Say?' Tash and Jon, from the first book, are also characters in this one. In 'What's It To You?', Judy's third book, 13-year-old Tim Stockdale (who first appeared as Luke's classmate in 'We're Done'), is figuring out where he fits in at Carlyle.

For Judy, the middle school years are especially interesting since they can be some of the most challenging for kids. It's a time when kids are faced with new issues, and bigger problems, than many have experienced before. As they figure out how they feel, and decide how to respond, they're also figuring out who they are, and shaping the nature of the person they will grow into.

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The Pack or the Panther by Tara Lain

The Pack or the Panther
(Tales of the Harker Pack Series)
By Tara Lain

Blurb:

Cole Harker, son of an alpha werewolf, is bigger and more powerful than most wolves, tongue-tied in groups, and gay. For twenty-four years, he’s lived to please his family and pack—even letting them promise him in marriage to female werewolf Analiese to secure a pack alliance and help save them from a powerful gangster who wants their land. Then Cole meets Analiese’s half-brother, panther shifter Paris Marketo, and for the first time, Cole wants something for himself.

When Analiese runs off to marry a human, Cole finally has a chance with Paris, but the solitary cat rejects him, the pack, and everything it represents. Then Cole discovers the gangster wants Paris too and won’t rest until he has him. What started as a land dispute turns into World War Wolf! But the bigger fight is the battle between cats and dogs.

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Review:


First I want to say
God knows how much I want to read Tara Lain's books. And I was so glad this book came to email box! Also it been a while since I read MM Romance Novels.
If we pass on the book, first sentences hooked me  all over.

THE MALE’S fat cock stretched out in his suit pants.

Oh,my ****! I cannot believe a book started like that!! I was screaming in my mind '' OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG !!!! ''

I didn't read so much gay werewolfs but I'm soo loving them!
And I loved The Pack or the Panther well enough. 
Also,GOD! I have a weakness for a men named PARIS! 
They are just...come on!! Look at the name!! All name screams ''I'M SEXY'' !!!

Paris and Cole’s first kiss is hot hot hot. While I was reading I was on FIRE!
 I spent all night for reading and it was totally worth it! 

EXCERPT

Cole’s lips turned up just a smidge. “Uh, you look good. I wasn’t expecting to see you.”

“What the fuck?” He threw his hands in the air and collapsed in a wing-back chair. 

“You came to my show. Of course you expected to see me.”

“Uh, I mean I didn’t expect to see you off stage.”

Paris frowned. What kind of game was this? “What in the hell are you talking about? You came here to get me.”

“No.”

“What do you mean ‘no’?”

“I didn’t come here for you at all. I remembered that you said Eliazer came here to see you, and it was the only place I knew to look for him. That’s why I came.”

“Not for me?” He wanted to scream and he wanted to cry. Which one would win?

“No. You said to leave you alone.”

“You son of a bitch!” Paris leaped out of the chair and hurled himself across the room at Cole with his fingers extended like claws. He hit the wolf like a missile and scratched at his face. “You bastard. You sucked me in and got me involved with your ridiculous pack crap.”

“Wait. Hold on.” Cole wrapped a huge arm around his middle, pulled Paris’s back against his chest, and held him with his feet off the floor. The big, dumb, bastard!

Paris kicked his feet, which was humiliating. “Let me go.”

“And let you scratch me? No way.”

Paris shook his head wildly. Frustration. “Why did you—? Why didn’t you—? Shit!”

 “Uh-uh. You’re just a confused kitty.”

He had to stop this. Heat pushed behind his eyes. Damn. What was going on? The words flew out. “You didn’t come for me.”

For a second Cole said nothing. “You said you didn’t want me. Hell, you practically tore down your parents’ office door proving it.”

Paris frowned. “That’s right. I don’t.”

Cole loosened his grip just a little and let Paris’s feet hit the floor, though his strong arms still held Paris’s body tight. It felt way too good. “So why should I come looking for you?”

“Because you want me?”

“What gave you your first clue?” His voice held laughter.

“The nine-inch steel rod sticking in my butt?”

A big hand slid down the front of Paris’s robe. “Oh, like the tentpole I see you’re sporting?”

Cole’s fingers brushed the silk robe aside and closed around Paris’s erection. “Tell me you don’t want me.”

“I don’t.” But his hips were thrusting his cock into Cole’s hand. Liar hips.

Cole pressed tight against Paris’s butt. That big cock nestled between his ass cheeks. More!

Oh hell. He was burning up! He turned in Cole’s loosened embrace and grabbed his face, pushing his mouth hard against those carved lips. He reached down, managed to pull Cole’s zipper past that hard-on from heaven, and stood on tiptoe so he could rub their dicks together.

 Cole pulled back, gasping. “I don’t have long. Lindsey is outside waiting for me.”

A low growl trembled past Paris’s lips. Shit, where did that come from?

Cole’s eyes widened. “Linds? He’s just my friend. But Eliazer is out there. I don’t want to put Lindsey in danger.”

Paris heard his own breath, hot and hard. “Fuck me quick. I can’t stand it if you don’t.”

About the Author

Tara Lain writes the Beautiful Boys of Romance in LGBT erotic romance novels that star her unique, charismatic heroes. Her first novel was published in January of 2011 and she’s now somewhere around book 23. Her best­selling novels have garnered awards for Best Series, Best Contemporary Romance, Best Ménage, Best LGBT Romance, Best Gay Characters, and Tara has been named Best Writer of the Year in the LRC Awards. In her other job, Tara owns an advertising and public relations firm. She often does workshops on both author promotion and writing craft. She lives with her soul­mate husband and her soul­mate dog in Laguna Beach, California, a pretty seaside town where she sets a lot of her books. Passionate about diversity, justice, and new experiences, Tara says on her tombstone it will say “Yes”!

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Trusted Bond by Mary Calmes

BLURB:

Jin Rayne is having trouble adjusting to the new life he’s supposed to love. Instead of adapting to being the mate of tribe leader Logan Church, Jin can't get past the fact that his lover was straight before they met. He's discovered the joy in belonging to Logan but fears his new life could disappear at a moment’s notice, despite Logan's insistence that they are forever, end of story.

Jin wants to trust Logan, but that desire will be put to the test both by a rival tribe leader and by a startling revelation about Jin's existence. At stake is Jin's life and his place in the tribe. If he's going to survive to see Logan again, he'll have to release his fear and freely accept the bond, for only then can he truly trust.

Wow, this book blows change of heart out of the water. The world she...

Men Can do Romance by Michael Holloway Perronne

Title: Men Can do Romance

Author: Michael Holloway Perronne

Genres: Fiction/Gay, Romance/Gay

Publisher- Chances Press, LLC

Blurb:

Despite living in free-spirited New Orleans, Elliot finds that his career as an insurance actuary has him constantly weighing the risks of every move he makes in his life. When Troy, his teenage crush, returns home to the Big Easy after a stint with the Marines and unexpectedly announces he’s gay, Elliot must decide if he’s willing to take a chance and find out if men really can do romance.

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With this title of the book,I was expecting real good novella. Don't get me wrong I like the book. I gave 3.5/4 but it's not enough for me honestly.
The subject was really interesting and that's why I want to read and reviewed. But the book has a lack,I don't why. Although I love to read long-term crushes but this one didn't impressed me. Sorry.

EXCERPT

Elliot

Professional that quantifies risk.

That’s how I describe my job when someone asks, “Elliot, what the hell is an actuary anyway?”  Sure, I could go into all the nitty gritty details about health care laws I have to memorize and complex mathematical equations I have to solve.  But those four words really summarize it.  I tell a health insurance company how much they should charge you and if you’re even worth the risk.  All day long I decide if whatever is worth taking a chance.  I have to look at things within a black and white world.  There can be no gray.  So how could that not bleed over into my personal life?

Is that low season trip to Thailand during monsoon season worth the risk?

Is the depreciation of the car I like versus the slower depreciation of a car that I’m not so crazy about worth the possible loss in trade-in value?

Is moving to another apartment in a neighborhood that I may like more worth the risk of maybe ending up with shitty neighbors when I like the ones I have now?

Is the man sitting in front of me on a date worth the risk based on what he’s telling me?  For example, he recently broke up with his boyfriend.  Or worse, he still lives with the “ex” boyfriend.

On dates, when I get around to them that is, I find myself unable to stop running the guys against some mental check list to figure out if they…you guessed it…are worth the risk.

Does he seem hung up on an ex?

How long has he been out compared to me, and does he still have wild oats that need attention?

Does he live within ten miles to me?  Because let’s face it, I hate driving long distances on a regular basis.

Will his lack of always chewing with his mouth closed drive me so nuts I may want to scream at the top of my lungs one day in the middle of a meal at Antoine’s? 

Is he cuter than me?  And if so, can I risk my somewhat jealous tendencies?

So many questions running through my mind.  All the time.  No wonder I can’t sleep.  No wonder I’m on Prozac for anxiety.  Each day is one long careful thought about is it, this, that, him worth the risk.

It’s a Tuesday evening.  I’m being wild, for me, by being out on a work night.  It’s actually a nice June night in New Orleans.  The humidity isn’t too oppressive.  The stars twinkle above.  I have a nice glass of Merlot I’m sipping while sitting across from a reasonably cute guy.  I’ve actually managed to snag a date.  Okay, a friend set me up, but still.  We met up at a cute outdoor wine bar in the Bywater I’ve been meaning to check out.  Sounds good, no?

The guy’s name is Bailey, and he’s a paralegal.  Check the box off next to the line item that reads “Sustainable Career.”  He has wavy dark hair and blue eyes.  A lethal combination to make my heart skip a beat.  Check off the box next to the line item “Feel at least an inkling of sexual attraction.” 

He actually asks some questions about me.  Woohoo!  Check off line item “Seems interested in getting to know me as a person.”

I tell him about growing up in the Garden District and my time spent backpacking across Europe and trying to find myself right after college.  And then…

“You know my ex went backpacking across Europe,” Bailey says, his gaze suddenly appearing to be focusing on some point far, far in the distance.  “He said it was the best time of his life.”

Uh, oh.  Please don’t make me check off a line item in the column for “Run as fast as possible.”

“Have you ever been to Europe?” I ask, trying to bring the conversation back to…you know…us!

“No.  But, Tim, my ex, said that he loved Sweden most of all.  He always had a thing for blondes.  Maybe that’s why…” Bailey says, his voice trailing off.

Please.  No. 

I’m not even half-way through my glass of wine, and this guy is making a mad dash for my personal  “move on” line-up.

“Hmmm.  I’ve never been to Sweden.  But I’ve always had a thing for guys with dark hair,” I say not so subtly dropping what I would think would be a huge ass hint.

“We lived in New York for a while.  Before we broke up, and I moved back here,” Bailey says, swirling the Merlot in his glass around and around.

“I still haven’t been to New York,” I say.  “I was thinking maybe of taking a trip there next fall.  Any recommendations?”

Come on, Bailey.  You can do it!  You can move back into the “maybe” column.  For the love of God!  Come on!

“Everything is amazing there.  Everything,” he says still looking off into the distance.  “I remember when I was flying back here after we broke up.  I thought to myself how can you leave this city and this man that you love so much?”

Shit.  I know it’s happened now.  We’ve moved into the so not worth the risk because he’s hung up on his ex-boyfriend to the point that he doesn’t even realize he’s told you more about his ex than himself.

I lean back in the wicker chair I’m sitting in, sip my Merlot, and look up at the twinkling lights in the sky. I start to tune out Bailey as he starts in on how he met the ex.

Oh, well.  Maybe the next guy.  Maybe.

Michael Holloway Perronne is the author of five novels and one novella: "A Time Before Me", "Starstruck: A Hollywood Saga", "Falling Into Me", "A Time Before Us" 
"Embrace the Rain" and "Men Can Do Romance."  His debut novel, "A Time Before Me" won the Bronze Award, Foreword Magazine's 2006 Book of the Year Award in the Gay/Lesbian 
fiction category.  In addition, Michael recently released his first travel guide, "The Quickie Gay Guide to Cape Town, South Africa."

Michael was born and raised in Mississippi.  He received a BA in Film from the University of Southern Mississippi and a MFA in Drama and Communications from the University of New Orleans.  

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The Sex Doctor by Jessica Frost

The Sex Doctor

Sexy Men of Mystery 

Book 4

Jessica Frost

Genre: Erotic MM Paranormal Romantic Suspense,

vampires, light consensual BDSM, whipping

Publisher: Siren Publishing

ISBN: 978-1-62740-467-9

ASIN: B00FEGFO38

Number of pages: 120

Word Count: 30475

Cover Artist: Harris Channing

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Low sex drive? The Sex Doctor can cure that!

Detective Marshall Ray’s hoping the Sex Doctor, Dr. Sébastein Thibeault, can cure him of his low libido. When he meets the handsome, charismatic hunk, he’s flustered and can’t stop thinking about him. But to partake in the doctor’s unconventional therapy, he has to open his heart, which scares the hell out of Marshall.

The reason Sébastien’s therapy’s so successful is he’s an empathic vampire. He uses his sixth sense to cure people. With Marshall, who makes his heart pitter-patter, his senses tell him the cure for Marshall is him. The sexual attraction they have is something Sébastien cannot dismiss. But something’s happening to Sébastien that frightens him. He’s having blackouts and waking up with bloodstains on his clothes that aren’t his.

People are being mysteriously killed in the city, their bodies bled dry. Marshall tries to figure out who the murderer is when a witness identifies Sébastien as the killer. Marshall must secretly investigate Sébastien while trying not to let his emotions affect his job. Easier said than done when his heart’s telling him Sébastien’s his soul mate.

REVİEW:

First I want to say this books so good! Jessica did awesome job on this book. I.Love.it. Also I saw last night there a 5. book? OMG! I WANT IT!
She's such a good writer.

Marshall has a problem in his libido.Some of his friend recommend a doctor for him.
Sebastien is a vampire.But not like others.He is a doctor.Also he found cure about blood needed.
There's a killer out there.Killer is killing humans and drank their blood until last drop.
And there's a lies in the middle of their relationship.
Sebastien called The Sex Doctor. First he healhis costumer and then you pay him for his job.
When they see eacher other for te first time Their heart start racing and never stop beating faster when they see each other.
Although they didn't realize but they fall in love each other that time.
Sebastien has a problem too. Actually 2.First he hasn't found his mate second he has a blackout. With Marshall he can cure himself.He need Marshall just like Marshall need him. Just like two birds with one stone.

Is killer Sebastien?
Who really is Sebastien?
Why Marshall lied him?

You can find this questions answer in the book.

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EXCERPT: 

The room spun, and Sébastien found focusing on his handsome blond-haired, hazel-eyed patient before him impossible. He knew he’d have this side effect if he stopped the purification process in midstream. But if he drank an orange juice, it would raise his sugar levels and lessen his vertigo.

He stood, and trying not to show his dizziness by gently bracing his weight on the love seat’s armrest, then the wall, he approached the side bar. Afraid his head would spin out of control if he turned now to gaze at Marshall, he asked blindly, “Would you care for a drink?”

“No, um, are you all right, Doctor? You are awfully pale.”

No use in lying now. The cat is out of the bag. “Yes, of course. I’m just a little dizzy is all.” He drank the cold glass of orange juice as he made his way back to his seat. Not moving his head, the whirlwind scene settled and the good-looking man before him once again came into focus.

Marshall’s gaze teetered between Sébastien and the direction of the room, which held the Purifier. “Um, you stopped the dialysis instantly. Isn’t that dangerous?”

If he confessed the truth, he would say that yes, stopping a kidney dialysis quickly like that was extremely dangerous, but he wouldn’t boldface lie, either, so he did the next best thing without compromising his values. He said a white lie. “Well, the process had ended and I was going to remove the needles when you saw me.”

“Oh, I see.” Marshall nodded, sitting back.

The dizziness was gone, but Sébastien knew that it hadn’t disappeared entirely. It lingered in the crevices of his brain, waiting to wreak havoc once more. If he turned or tilted his head in any direction, it would return with a vengeance. So sitting stiffly and unmoving, Sébastien asked, “Before I tell you about my nonconventional treatment, could you tell me why you wanted to see me?”

“Well, Sheryl told me you helped her with the sexual problems she was having with her husband and I thought…” Marshall paused, his eyes shifting from right to left.

“It makes you uncomfortable to say it, doesn’t it, Marshall?”

“Yes, Doctor, it does.”

“Well, then you don’t have to say it. I’ll speak and you only need to nod if I’m correct or not.”

Marshall nodded, wide-eyed.

“You thought I could help you with the problems you’re having with your wife.”

Marshall shook his head. “No, I’m not married.”

“Then with your girlfriend?”

He nodded. “With past girlfriends. Not just one.”

“How many? Two? Three?”

Marshall continued to shake his head, then added, “All of them.”

Sébastien sighed. “Hmm, well, unfortunately, I won’t be able to help you answer the next question. You’ll need to do so alone. If you aren’t comfortable answering, then I can’t help you any further.”

Marshall grinned. “I’m fine, Doctor. I’ll answer whatever question you want me to.”

“All right, that’s excellent.” Sébastien drummed his fingers on the right armrest. “What type of problem did you have with all your former girlfriends?”

Marshall took a deep breath and, gazing directly into Sébastien’s eyes, responded, “My libido. Or rather my lack of libido.”

Sébastien’s brow lifted, and he couldn’t help but wonder how this muscular and handsome man before him found it hard to make love to women. But if Marshall decided to continue with the therapy, he would soon find out. His lips spread into a half grin to show encouragement. “Well, the good news is treating a low libido is easier than treating an overactive one.”

Marshall shook his head. “If you’re talking Viagra or other meds like that, I tried them. They don’t work.”

“No, I wasn’t talking medication. But your remark does raise a question for me.” He paused, then asked, “Have you seen a medical doctor for your problem?”

“Yes, I did, and I went through a slew of tests, which showed I was normal. So he prescribed me Viagra and other meds like that. None of the meds helped. And I won’t mention the side effects.”

“Yes, the side effects can be many,” Sébastien said, imagining how painful it could be if his cock stayed erect for long periods of time.

“After that I figured maybe homeopathic medicine would help. That’s how I met Sheryl. But she couldn’t help me and referred me to you.”

“I see.” He took a deep breath and tried to lift the man’s spirits. “All right, then we know it isn’t a physical thing. Which makes this easier for us.”

“Easier for me? Not really, Doctor.”

Sébastien grinned. “No, of course not, Marshall. I didn’t mean what you’re going through is easy. What I meant is now that I know that this isn’t physical, the therapy will be straightforward.”

Marshall leaned in closer, and with scrutinizing eyes, he asked, “What type of therapy are we talking here, Doc?”

Sébastien placed the empty glass on the table, and when he saw the dizziness didn’t return with the movement, he thanked God and said, “I’m not sure how much Mrs. Todd told you about me or my therapy, so it’s best I tell you exactly what I tell all my patients before I begin with any treatments.” He sighed. “First off, I’m not a certified sex therapist.”

“But you are a doctor. Aren’t you?”

“Yes, I have a doctorate, but not in psychology. In biochemistry.”

Marshall frowned. “Then why do you practice sex therapy?”

“Because I found my vocation in this. I have helped many people who couldn’t find the help they needed from doctors or psychologists or psychiatrists.” He leaned forward. “So shall I continue or has this news unsettled you and now you wish to terminate any further treatments and leave?”

A hesitant “No” slipped off Marshall’s lips. His eyes though showed his indecisiveness.

Sébastien continued, “You don’t sound that sure, Marshall. Let me tell you what some of my therapy sessions entail. Maybe that will help you make up your mind.”

“All right.”

“Well, in your case, the first thing I would do is have you tell me about your childhood.”

Marshall snorted. “Oh, now you do sound like a psychiatrist or Freudian who thinks my sex problems are all based on some traumatic episode I experienced in my childhood. Or that I had sexual fantasies of my mom. Relax, Doc. I am not a pervert. Nor did I have a pervert for a dad and I certainly wasn’t beaten. My parents are two of the best parents someone would ever hope to have.”

Sébastien lifted his hand. “Ah, you’re assuming, Marshall. I never thought that, nor did I imply it. Learning about your childhood and your past will help me understand you better. That’s all.”

“Okay, sorry for jumping the gun there, Doc. So, then what else?”

“Well, then I’d ask you to tell me what you remember about your past girlfriends. How you felt about them? What type of relationships were they? Etc.”

“Okay, that I can live with. What else?”

“Well, this may make you uneasy, and this is where my therapy is unconventional…”

“Oh, no, you’re not…”

Sébastien’s brow cocked and his lips broke into a grin. “Now, don’t assume, Marshall. Please allow me to finish.” He paused, and when he saw that Marshall didn’t speak, he said, “I will have you look at pictures of the nude female and male body and ask you under different circumstances how you react to them.”

Marshall squinted, frowning, but didn’t comment. So Sébastien felt compelled to add, “I can assure you that if at any moment you feel uncomfortable or pressured in the session, we will stop and take a different route in the therapy. I believe that the road to effective treatment is a road paved by the patient, not by the therapist. In other words, I will not cure you of your problem. Instead, it will be you, yourself, who will. I am and will always be your guide only. And will never force you to do, think, say, or experience anything you don’t want to or aren’t ready for emotionally or mentally.”

He paused and stared at Marshall’s reaction. His furrowed brows straightened and his eyes lightened. Then Sébastien took a deep breath and gazed at the clock on the wall. Realizing the time, he said, “Well, Marshall, I don’t want you to answer that question now.” He stood. “What I want you to do is go home and think this over for a day. If after that time, you are still interested in having me as your therapist, you can come back at two tomorrow, and we will have our first session.”

Marshall got up and followed Sébastien to the door. “All right, Doctor.”

Sébastien lifted his finger in notation and smiled. “Also, please call me Sébastien. You are not my patient, but my client, and I’m not your doctor.”

“Okay.”

Sébastien extended his hand. “Well then, it was nice to meet you, Marshall, and if by tomorrow you decide to continue with your therapy, I’ll be delighted to help you.”

They shook hands and he opened the door, and just as Marshall stepped into the corridor, he remembered. “Oh, and by the way, I don’t know if Mrs. Todd told you or not, but I do not get paid anything until the treatment is over and your problem is fixed.”

Marshall’s eyes opened wide. “But how can you make a living like that?”

Sébastien grinned and waggled his brow. “I do. Everyone who has followed my treatment has been successful. I have a one-hundred-percent success rate. Good day, Marshall, it was nice to have met you.”

Marshall grinned back. “Yes, it was nice to have met you, too, Doc. I mean, Sébastien.”

Sébastien closed the door and couldn’t help but note how Marshall’s bright smile enhanced his looks. He was a rare beauty, indeed. His chiseled face and bright eyes and smile, along with his perfectly white teeth and thick blond hair that fell into his eyes, made him one of the best looking people he had ever seen.

Now feeling the soreness in his limbs warned Sébastien that if he didn’t continue with the purification he so abruptly interrupted before, he would go into shock. He meandered into the room and sat next to the Purifier. As he reinserted new, sterile needles into his arm, he wondered about Marshall.

What would Marshall have said if Sébastien told him that his therapy practice was only a sideline? What would he have said if he knew that Sébastien was actually a millionaire and that his discovery, which now traveled through the Purifier beside him, had made him that?

 

AUTHOR BIO

Jessica Frost has always had a passion for fiction and the written word. Add to that her wild, vivid imagination and her pure romantic tendencies and she soon realized she had the traits needed to become a romance author. She decided to take the very big first step not that long ago and wrote her first erotic romance story. And she has not looked back since.

Being a romance writer is a dream come true for her. Having the opportunity to create fantasy worlds where anything and everything can happen is an amazing feeling. She hopes these worlds and the delightful characters she creates will bring hours of enjoyment to her readers as they have done for her.

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