noblesentiments (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} noblesentiments) wrote,@ 2008-01-04 14:49:00 |
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Revelations by Vesta
It’s such a good feeling when I discover yet another enjoyable Pros writer whose work I haven’t come across before.
Maybe it’s the Celt in me, but I love the reined-in violence, the way Doyle says it like *it is* - no room for confusion, no room for compromise or sharing: war is declared and it’s every man for himself:
And no slimy little public school nancy boy is ever going to get anywhere near him."
[Get my drift?]
......and you just can’t beat an angry, jealous Doyle when it comes to sheer entertainment:
If I ever again see you with any part of your body within a foot of him, I'll break your bloody neck. Understood?"
And the sexual chemistry....... and those hips........
"I can do that," he said softly. "Go put some clothes on, I'll meet you in the foyer."
"Don't be long." As he moved past, their hips brushed together, and it took everything Ray had not to turn into the contact and press closer
And more chemistry between them - it's almost tangible:
I didn't imagine it, he told himself firmly as he took the stairs three at a time. I know him. I know what I saw. I know he wants it too...
He reached the top of the final flight, looking down into the foyer to see Bodie standing by the main desk, chatting to Freddie the doorman; suddenly his partner turned as if summoned, dark eyes glittering as he raked Ray from head to foot with a searing glance that set every nerve in his body screaming. Time without number, he'd seen him look at women exactly like that; now, finally, he understood why they all fell at his feet.
He descended the final few steps slowly, sauntering over to join them, his eyes never leaving Bodie's; as he stopped beside him, it was all he could do not to put out a hand to touch. They had to be alone, and quickly, and words needed to be said before anything else happened...
"You took your time," Bodie chided lightly, but his eyes were flame.
"Sorry - I made a bit of a mess in the gym. Had to clean it up."
The flames leapt higher, and Bodie smiled slowly.
That's my Bodie!
It’s very short but the good news is that there are two sequels: Morning and Bodie's Morning and all three can be found at the usual places:
http://www.thecircuitarchive.com/tca/ar
http://hatstand.slashcity.net/vesta/rev
It’s such a good feeling when I discover yet another enjoyable Pros writer whose work I haven’t come across before.
Maybe it’s the Celt in me, but I love the reined-in violence, the way Doyle says it like *it is* - no room for confusion, no room for compromise or sharing: war is declared and it’s every man for himself:
And no slimy little public school nancy boy is ever going to get anywhere near him."
[Get my drift?]
......and you just can’t beat an angry, jealous Doyle when it comes to sheer entertainment:
If I ever again see you with any part of your body within a foot of him, I'll break your bloody neck. Understood?"
And the sexual chemistry....... and those hips........
"I can do that," he said softly. "Go put some clothes on, I'll meet you in the foyer."
"Don't be long." As he moved past, their hips brushed together, and it took everything Ray had not to turn into the contact and press closer
And more chemistry between them - it's almost tangible:
I didn't imagine it, he told himself firmly as he took the stairs three at a time. I know him. I know what I saw. I know he wants it too...
He reached the top of the final flight, looking down into the foyer to see Bodie standing by the main desk, chatting to Freddie the doorman; suddenly his partner turned as if summoned, dark eyes glittering as he raked Ray from head to foot with a searing glance that set every nerve in his body screaming. Time without number, he'd seen him look at women exactly like that; now, finally, he understood why they all fell at his feet.
He descended the final few steps slowly, sauntering over to join them, his eyes never leaving Bodie's; as he stopped beside him, it was all he could do not to put out a hand to touch. They had to be alone, and quickly, and words needed to be said before anything else happened...
"You took your time," Bodie chided lightly, but his eyes were flame.
"Sorry - I made a bit of a mess in the gym. Had to clean it up."
The flames leapt higher, and Bodie smiled slowly.
That's my Bodie!
It’s very short but the good news is that there are two sequels: Morning and Bodie's Morning and all three can be found at the usual places:
http://www.thecircuitarchive.com/tca/ar
http://hatstand.slashcity.net/vesta/rev
