Dusty Anderson left his hometown in Justin, Texas for the Big Apple not long after graduating high school with dreams of becoming an actor. A year later, no closer to realizing his dream but pretty damn close to being broke, he comes across a flyer in a local gay bar that provides a solution to his dilemma. Six years later, Dusty has all but forgotten his dream to be an actor. The family he gained when he went to work at All Cocks and the job itself are enough for him, for now at least.
David Thompson is barely twenty-one, high on life and starting his second year at NYU as an Art student. Now that he is old enough to enjoy the city’s night life, David finds his first crush at a local hot spot in the village, The Monster Bar. Young love is laid to rest though, when David comes out to his mother and older brother with disastrous results.
A tragic incident at the hands of David’s brother changes the course of all of their lives and brings the two together, but is it coincidence or fate? Regardless of unlikely circumstance, Dusty is inexplicably drawn to David, who suddenly finds himself alone in the world. Protective of David from the start, Dusty realizes his extended family at All Cocks and his best friend Kory will not understand this new relationship. Fearing the worst, Dusty plays a dangerous game of hide and seek, risking everything to keep David safe and sheltered.
But hiding can only last for so long, and David and Dusty aren’t the only ones dealing with uncertainties. The Dimir men find that the one thing they’ve longed for might be within reach and Dusty’s father, Dean, arrives in town unexpectedly with secrets of his own. Truths come out and trust is put to the test. Can the All Cocks family find the happiness they deserve?
This is the 6th book in the All Cocks stories series, the series would read best if read in order, but each book can be read as a standalone story.
David wondered again why Dusty was with him. What was it that brought Dusty to him and made him stay with a virtual stranger? He was having trouble voicing his thoughts, Dusty’s fingers brushing his knuckles distracting him to the point of haziness. As much as he was enjoying it, David slowly pulled his hand away. There was already far too much David couldn’t grasp in his mind—the question needed to be asked: “Why are you here Dusty? I mean, why did you come here in the first place if you don’t know me?”
There was a flash of emotion in the depths of Dusty’s brown eyes, there one instant and then gone so fast, David couldn’t put a name to it. Before Dusty could answer his question, an aide came in with a small paper cup that held two tablets. “Here you are. Doc wants you to start an oral antibiotic and an anti-inflammatory for the leg.” The aide reached for the cup and pitcher of water on the bedside table. He filled the cup and handed it to David, lifting both eyebrows, eyes wandering from the paper cup in David’s hand to the cup of water.
“Oh, sorry,” David apologized, popping the tablets into his mouth and washing them down with the entire cup of water. The aide smiled, patted David on the leg then left the room, tossing the paper cup into the trash on his way out the door.
Now, where were we? The tender look he got from Dusty when he lifted his head left David flustered, forgetting that Dusty hadn’t actually answered his question. Neither of them spoke for a while, they simply sat and watched each other. Normally, David felt far too shy and awkward to hold eye contact with anyone for more than a few moments. But something about Dusty drew him in, like a moth to a flame. There was a kindness in Dusty’s eyes that David hadn’t often seen in his young life. David was utterly captivated by the man.
While David was quite certain Dusty wasn’t telling him everything, he was even more certain the good looking guy holding his hand meant him no harm. There was a flash of memory, his brother Dale growling at him, picking on him about his small stature and effeminate features. His body involuntarily shuddered. Dusty, thinking he was cold, stood and reached for the soft, white blanket, pulling it up to David’s chest and tucking it under his arms.
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A military brat born and raised at Ft. Benning Georgia;
TM Smith is an avid reader, reviewer and writer. A Texas transplant, she now
calls DFW her home. Most days she can be found curled up with a good book, or
ticking away on her next novel.
Smith is a single mom of three disturbingly outspoken and
decidedly different kids, one of which is Autistic. Besides her writing, she is
passionate about Autism advocacy and LGBT rights. Because, seriously people,
Love is Love!
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No stranger to the writing world, A.M. Arthur has been creating stories in her head since she was a child and scribbling them down nearly as long. She credits an early fascination with male friendships and “bromance” (and “The Young Riders”) with her later discovery of and subsequent affair with m/m romance stories. When not writing, she can be found in her kitchen, pretending she’s an amateur chef and trying to not poison herself or others with her cuisine experiments. You can contact her at AM_Arthur(at)yahoo(dot)com.
