Second wind: a new strength or energy to continue something that is an effort. After an amicable divorce, Lincoln Huxley is ready to embrace the sexuality he repressed for more than two decades. Rush Holden is no longer willing to settle for closeted men or those who don’t share his dreams of marriage and fatherhood. A chance encounter on a lakeside pier is the second wind they both need. Or will it just be a painful reminder of all they had lost?
Second chance: an opportunity to try something again that failed one time. Rush and Lincoln have shared a lot of firsts—friendship, young love, and heartbreak. Cruel reality forced the two men to choose paths that took their lives in different directions. Twenty-six years later, they get a second chance to fall in love with each all over again. Can it really be that simple, or will the same issues ruin their happiness a second time?
Happily ever after: to live happily for the rest of one’s life. Rush and Lincoln know that love and life can’t be defined by words alone. Patience, commitment, and the determination to do whatever it takes will be the only way the two men achieve their happily ever after.
Second Wind is a funny, sexy, and endearing standalone romance novel about love, loss, and rediscovery. It contains sexually explicit material and is intended for adults 18 and older.
COVER DESIGN: JAY AHEER/ Simply Defined Art
COVER PHOTOGRAPHER: WANDER AGUIAR
Rush wrapped his hand around my wrist then turned his face and kissed my palm before he pulled free. I felt that brief touch in every part of my body. His green eyes darkened with heat and promise. “Come inside with me, Linc.” Rush got out of his SUV without another word because he saw the answer in my eyes. If that wasn’t enough, I eagerly met him on the sidewalk in front of his brownstone. Somehow, I remembered to grab our carryout bags from the floorboard.
I admired Rush’s taut ass as I followed him up the steps, imagining all the things I wanted to do to it. Squeeze it, bite it, and bury my dick inside it were the top three contenders, and I even imagined them in the proper order. My mouth was salivating by the time Rush unlocked his front door, but that cooled a bit when I heard the ferocious barking coming from inside the house. I gulped as the sound of clicking toenails on the hardwood floors got louder as the beast that shared a home with Rush got closer.
“Where’s my boy?” Rush called out.
Right here. Right here.
The dark-gray pit bull rounded the corner at the end of the hallway and ran full throttle to his master. Rush dropped to his knees to hug his dog, and I tried my best not to get jealous. “I missed you too, Brutus. Have you been a good boy for Gretchen today?”
Brutus focused solely on his master, other than a brief look in my direction. He responded to Rush’s question with a short bark.
“I knew it,” he said to his dog. “You’re the best boy in the world.” Brutus finally looked away from his master’s adoration to give me his best doggie smile.
“Hey there, big guy.” I’d always wanted a dog, but my dad was highly allergic and Phee always felt we weren’t home enough to own one, which limited my pets as a child and an adult. I extended my hand and approached slowly. “You sure are a handsome boy.”
“Thank you,” Rush said jokingly as he rose to his feet. “This is my best boy, Brutus. He was a gift to myself after a bad breakup.”
“That guy was a fool.” Rush grinned up at me. “You don’t even know the circumstances. How do you know I wasn’t the asshole that caused the misery?”
“I know you,” I said, cupping his face once more while Brutus sniffed the plastic bag of goodies I held in my hand. “It doesn’t matter how much time has passed, I know one thing that has remained constant: you are all that is right and good in the world.” Rush blushed prettily, and I longed to see him flushed everywhere. “I haven’t forgotten about the way your body blushes either.”
“Food,” Rush said abruptly, “then I need to shower.” He narrowed his eyes at me when my grin stretched across my face. “Pretty sure of yourself aren’t you.”
I glanced down to where his dick pressed against his jeans and grinned broadly. “I’ve been just as hard since we climbed into the car.” Hell, I’d even rubbed one out in the shower at my hotel to take the edge off so I didn’t embarrass myself if I was given the opportunity to get naked with him again. I was pretty sure that Rush would expect me to have better staying power than I did when I was a randy kid loving him for the first time.
I dropped the bag on the hardwood floor and pushed Rush against a set of ornate doors that most likely led to a study or living room. I no longer cared about putting anything in my mouth except his cock and balls. “Linc,” Rush practically purred, rubbing himself against me and sending flames of lust down my spine to zap my balls. “Is this fucking real?”
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I am a wife and mother to three kids, three dogs, and a cat. When I’m not dreaming up stories, I like to lose myself in a good book, cook or bake. I’m a girly tomboy who paints her fingernails while watching sports and yelling at the referees. I will always choose the book over the movie. I believe in happily-ever- after. Love inspires everything that I do. Music keeps me sane.