Hi everyone!

Happy Valentines Day! I was wondering what to post today when i realized that i could only do one thing! Since i wrote a true Valentine’s Day story, i have to post a scene from that book that only the people who have read the book have seen. (And i should mention that the group who have read it is BIG since it’s been on the gay romance bestseller list at Amazon since it came out. For which i thank you!)

So here is a special little scene from Hearts and Flour!

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To Micah Truveen, raw, vegan food is his religion. So when his devoted customers show up with white flour cupcakes, Micah could kill. Then Micah comes home to find his boyfriend, Dharamaram, in bed with someone else. He throws the rat out and agrees to go to his friend’s orgiastic anti-Valentines party where he meets a gorgeous cross-dressing guy who gives him a night to remember.

Southerner Quentin Darby wishes he could stop wearing women’s clothes. He so wants to live up to his grandmother’s glowing opinion of him, he’s never even told her he’s gay. And now there’s Micah who makes him wish he could just be who he is. But Micah finds out that Quentin is the baker responsible for the plague of cupcakes afflicting the community! And Dharmaram adds a little blackmail to the mix. Can two hearts rise above the flour?

Micah rose up and slowly pulled his soft cock from that lovely spot. He slipped off the condom and backed off the bed. “Be right back.” He padded into the bathroom, tossed the condom, and warmed a washcloth then came back and wiped off Quentin. “I have something I’d like to give you.”

“What?”

 “I’ll show you.”

He grabbed a robe from the hook behind the door. Furtwangler fell in behind him as he walked to the kitchen. “I forgot about this until now, buddy. What do you think?”

“Merwaowr.” “Yeah. I think I really got it for Quentin too.”

He stretched up to the top cabinet and retrieved the box he had hidden there two weeks before. The cat rubbed against his legs. “Yeah, I like this idea.”

He walked back into the bedroom. The washcloth was gone and Quentin had straightened the covers. He sat leaning against the headboard, his soft curls framing that angelic face.

Micah sat on the edge of the bed. “You can refuse this and I’ll understand. When I bought this I thought it was for someone else. Now I realize I bought it because I love it and it was always for you.” He handed Quentin the silver wrapped box.

 “Should I open it?”

“Absolutely. It’s yours.” Micah put out a hand and stopped Quentin’s fingers on the bow. “It’s a
reminder.”

“Of what?”

“Open it.” Quentin undid the bow and then pulled off the paper. When he opened the box, the gold bracelet glimmered and the little carved dolphins danced around its perimeter. “Oh my stars, it’s beautiful.”

“Not as beautiful as you. Will you wear it?”

His smile was shy. “If you want me to.”

Micah took the gold band and unclasped it, then fit it around Quentin’s slim wrist. “Whether you’re dressed as Queen or as Quentin, you’re unique and beautiful. I’d love it if this could remind you of that.”

“Oh my.” Tears dripped onto Quentin’s smiling lips. Micah leaned forward for a kiss. “I’ll be forever grateful to Valentine’s Day.”

“And to anti-Valentine’s Day.”
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There you go, dears. Thank you for all your help and support and affection for my books. I so appreciate you every day!  : )