Sammy DaneBy: Stormy Glenn
Sammy & Friends 2
Police Officer James Everson seems to go from one guy to another, never finding exactly what he wants. Frustrated and out of sorts, he goes to a local gay bar in the hopes of finding a guy and burning off some steam. What he finds is Sammy.
Samuel Dane Summers is a confirmed geek. He has all the classic symptoms, glasses, baggy slacks, white button down shirts. He’s a vegetarian. He forgets everything from paying his bills to locking his doors. Sammy needs a keeper. The one good thing he does is write erotic gay romance novels.
When these two meet, the fireworks explode. Sammy rocks James’s world, giving him the best sexual experience of his life. When it’s over, Sammy disappears.
James is devastated. He becomes obsessed with finding Sammy again. But an obsessed fan also wants to get his hands on Sammy, believing the books Sammy writes are their love story, and he’s not above taking James out of the picture to do it. Can James save his sexy little writer before it's too late or will he lose him forever?
“Jamie, it’s just a simple get-together between friends,” Nicky insisted. “No funny business. I promise. Say you can come. Please?”
James Everson rolled his eyes and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He was beginning to get a headache, and it had Nicky’s name written all over it. He so didn’t want to go to one of his brother’s backyard parties. The last three he’d gone to, Nicky had tried to hook him up with a blind date, and they had all been complete flops.
He didn’t want another one.
“No funny business?” James asked even though he knew it was futile. If Nicky thought another blind date was good for him, the man would set him up no matter how much James protested.
“Nope.” Nicky was crossing his fingers. James just knew it.
“No setting me up with anyone?” James couldn’t do another round of pick-the-idiot. Nicky meant well but he didn’t have a clue what kind of man James was interested in.
“Fine.” James heaved a sigh. He could picture his little brother holding two fingers up like a Boy Scout. Nicky was never a Boy Scout. “What time should I be there and what do I need to bring?”
“Yes!” James winced when Nicky squealed into the phone. The man could shout louder than anyone James knew. “Saturday the fifteenth. Come by around three. And you can bring a salad.”
“A salad?” Seriously? A salad? James was a meat and potatoes man. He didn’t eat rabbit food. “What kind of salad?” As if he had a clue. He knew the stuff was green…wasn’t it?
Nicky chuckled. “Go to the produce section at the market. They have mixed salad all ready to go, everything in them right down to the tomatoes. You don’t have to add anything to it. You don’t even need a bowl. They come in resealable plastic containers.”
James’s eyebrows peaked on his forehead. “No shit?”
“No shit, bro.” Nicky chuckled again as if vastly amused by James’s lack of produce knowledge. “The food industry has become quite progressive.”
“Shut up.” Nicky had to know James didn’t cook much. He was on a first-name basis with the local fast food joint and had the pizza delivery place on speed dial. If he bought stock in the restaurants in his neighborhood, he would make millions.
“It’ll be really great to see you, Jamie.”
“Yeah, it’s been a while,” James agreed. He did miss his brother. He really didn’t get to see Nicky as often as he liked. “Work has kept me pretty busy.” Nicky should know this. His lover was James’s work partner.
“Anything else keeping you busy?” There was a clear undertone in Nicky’s voice. James wanted to growl. Ever since Nicky and Troy got together, Nicky had made it his business to be the matchmaker for everyone he knew. It drove James crazy.
“Nicky,” James said, hoping the warning was clear in his tone.
“Just asking, bro, just asking.”
Nicky paused, and James braced for what he knew what was coming. Nicky always did the same old song and dance, every damn time they talked.
“I just worry about you, Jamie. You spend too much time flitting from one relationship to another.”
“I don’t flit, Nicky,” James argued. He didn’t, not really. He just hadn’t found the right guy yet. And he didn’t have a lot of time to work on a relationship, either. He was a police officer. He worked a lot of hours.
That’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it.
“You might not flit, but you don’t take any of the guys you date seriously.”
“Nicky.” If he ever found the right guy—if the man truly existed anywhere outside James’s fantasies—he’d take him very seriously. He’d take him and never let him go. But circumstances being what they were, and the fact that his dream man was a fictional character, chances were he would be single his entire life.