Love never goes out of style.
Landry Bishop fled his tiny hometown and never looked back. Now his expertise in food, fashion, and décor has earned him all of Hollywood’s glittering perks. But with his husband deceased and his personal assistant retired, Landry has nobody to rely on—and no one to help him indulge his secret cravings.
Casual, plainspoken Jordan Stryker seems a dubious choice of a PA for someone as formal and self-controlled as Landry. Jordan’s questionable fashion sense and limited kitchen skills don’t exactly enhance his résumé. But as Landry soon realizes, Jordan has many attractive qualities too.
With a strong pull toward Jordan, new career opportunities on the horizon, and a persistent tug from family back home, Landry is in a quandary. He can advise others on how to make their lives special, but what should he do about his own?
A couple of years ago, my husband wanted to vacation in Las Vegas. I was less enthusiastic, but I agreed—as long as we stayed somewhere really nice. My husband loves a bargain, and Vegas is a good place to find luxury for cheap. So he got us a spectacular suite on the Strip for the cost of a standard hotel room in most cities.
How spectacular? At 900+ square feet, this suite was bigger than our first house. There was a huge living room, a bedroom, and two bathrooms, one of which boasted a fancy electronic bidet. Glass walls gave us lovely views, and all the curtains and lights were controlled via tablets. An evening turn-down service left us with romantic music on the sound system, slippers on the floor, and a stack of chocolates bedside.
It was really hard to come home after that place.
I’ve been lucky enough to spend the night in some other pretty spectacular places. In March, Shira Anthony and I had a few days in a luxurious apartment in a tiny French village—and the apartment was in a cave! I’ve also stayed in a houseboat that started its life in the late 1800s as a ferry in Puget Sound. I slept right near the paddlewheel. In Vienna I stayed in a former monastery in the second-oldest building in the city. In Dubrovnik I rented a stone-walled apartment that probably dated to the 1500s. In New York City I once had a very ordinary Marriott room with a spectacular view of Times Square. My recent Marriott room in Ghent was also pretty run-of-the-mill, but the building used to be a bordello. And on a road trip a couple of years ago, we spent the night at a Best Western in Wyoming that was a perfect blending of midcentury modern meets cowboy and later at a motor-court motel in South Dakota that offered free rounds of mini golf.
In my new book, Landry and Jordan stay in a room inspired by that Vegas suite. Their version has two bedrooms, however. Do they make use of that second bedroom or end up sharing just one? You’ll have to read to find out.
What’s the most interesting place you’ve slept?
Half an hour later, while Landry was puttering around with an experimental tabbouleh recipe, Jordan and Elaine joined him in the kitchen. “Try this,” he ordered, handing them each a spoonful.
Jordan made approving noises, but Elaine frowned. “That’s not a grain.”
“For the love of God, why?”
“For people who want to eat grain-free.”
“If you don’t want to eat grains, you shouldn’t be eating tabbouleh.” She took Jordan’s spoon along with her own and washed them in the sink.
“I like it,” Jordan announced. “It’s kind of crunchyish.” He seemed sincere.
“Thank you,” Landry said.
“Hey, um, you didn’t really have an important phone call, did you?”
“No. That was Elaine rescuing me.”
“I kinda figured. Except… I hope this doesn’t sound rude, but why did you need rescuing? Those guys were hot. That whole thing was like the opening of a pretty good porno, you know? If they’d been all over me like that, I sure as hell wouldn’t have wanted rescuing.”
Landry pushed aside the interesting information that Jordan was attracted to men. His PA’s sexual orientation was irrelevant. He also pushed aside a stupid and inexplicable jab of jealousy. If Jordan wanted to fantasize about group sex with hunky furniture deliverymen, that was none of Landry’s business. So he focused on the question itself.
“Why do you think those extremely attractive men were so interested in me?”
“Um, because they were throwing themselves all over you.”
“Yes, I suppose they were. But why? Why me?”
“’Cause you’re damned hot too.”
Even as Landry’s face heated at the unexpected compliment, Jordan’s cheeks turned a charming shade of pink. Interesting. Their gazes locked so tightly that Landry wondered if either of them would ever look away. Or if he wanted them to.
Kim Fielding is the bestselling, award-winning author of numerous m/m romance novels, novellas, and short stories. Like Kim herself, her work is eclectic, spanning genres such as contemporary, fantasy, paranormal, and historical. Her stories are set in alternate worlds, in 15th century Bosnia, in modern-day Oregon. Her heroes are hipster architect werewolves, housekeepers, maimed giants, and conflicted graduate students. They’re usually flawed, they often encounter terrible obstacles, but they always find love.
Having migrated back and forth across the western two-thirds of the United States, Kim calls California home. She lives there with her family and her day job as a university professor, but escapes as often as possible via car, train, plane, or boat. This may explain why her characters often seem to be in transit as well. She dreams of traveling and writing full-time.