Razzle Dazzle (Gin & Jazz, Book 2)
Jack is on the verge of silent film stardom, but Hollywood glory won’t heal his broken heart. Then the seductive screen idol—Roman Pasquale—sweeps Jack away, and makes him his own. Will Roman’s obsessive love finally bring Jack true happiness?
Jack is devastated by the loss of Nick, his best friend and lover. His only other friend, new Hollywood star Trixie Fox, comes to his rescue. What he doesn’t know, is that she’s also helping Roman Pasquale in his carefully planned seduction of the shy and innocent Jack.
Suave film screen idol—Roman Pasquale—has been obsessed with Jack Stone from the moment he spotted him at a Global Studios party. He will stop at nothing until the golden-haired young man belongs to him. An expert at getting what he wants, Roman plans every wicked word, look and move to bring him closer to achieving his prize.
Jack is on the brink of stardom, and can’t believe that his movie star crush, Roman Pasquale, is taking an interest in him. But he resists the older, more sophisticated man’s attempts at seducing him. After all, he still loves Nick, and just isn’t ready to try again with anyone else. But when Roman turns on the charm, Jack is tempted. Can Roman replace Nick in Jack’s heart? Or is the magical world of the great Roman Pasquale all an illusion?
As he followed the maître d’, he immediately spied his prey. The thought had crossed Roman’s mind that were he to see the object of his affection again, he might be disappointed—the spell might be broken and his lovely boy would be just like every other young hopeful who had pleasured him over the years. However, that was not the case at all. His heart accelerated even more, and he was actually concerned that he might become dizzy and make a complete idiot of himself. But he regained his composure quickly when both Jack and Goldstein spotted him heading their way.
Jack was clearly shocked. Terrified would also be a good way to describe how he looked.
I will have to coax him gently. But it is easy to see that he will be mine before too long.
Herbert Goldstein—seated at the end of the booth closest to him—stood up. Vincent Franklin, the studio head, and Marvin Holst, one of the leading directors at Global, were also in attendance, and arranged on the curved sides of the booth. That left Jack at the far end. Roman also noted that it was obvious Holst was considering Jack for a new project. There would be no other reason for him to be there.
“Roman! Perfect timing. Please join us.”
Goldstein gestured for Roman to have a seat with them, and everyone scooted over to allow him to sit down. Right next to Jack.
“Hello, Vince, Marvin. It is so delightful to see you. It’s been ages! Marvin, I didn’t see you at the party a couple weeks ago, were you in attendance?”
In his peripheral vision, Roman could see Jack fidgeting. The boy was also doing the best he could not to make any physical contact with him, yet not sit in the director’s lap at the same time. But it was better that way—for now. Finally being this close to the man he had fantasised about night after night was bad enough. If he were to actually be touched by him, Roman was certain that even he wouldn’t be able to maintain his aloof demeanour.
“Oh no, very sorry. I had a late night editing. I needed to get the last picture finished, so that I could begin the next. You know how it is.”
Goldstein spoke up. “Actually, Roman, Jack was at your party. I was wondering if the two of you had a chance to meet that night?”
Roman turned his entire body to face Jack, his knees hitting the side of Jack’s thigh. The need to make contact with him had overcome Roman’s fear of being unnerved. Besides, Jack was doing that part so well all on his own. Roman was concerned that the poor boy might actually faint. If only they were alone, Roman would scoop him up in his arms, lay him on the bed and soothe his cares away. The picture of that in his mind made him hard and threatened to derail his composure. He brought his focus back to the question.
“I’m sorry, Jack. I can’t quite recall. There was so much going on that night, so many people. You’ll forgive me if I don’t rem
ember whether we met or not? I was outside by the side of the house, then in the balcony by the front room. Does any of that sound familiar?”
“Oh God…” Jack said under his breath, just enough so that Roman could barely hear him.
Goldstein had a quizzical expression on his face, but was quickly distracted by a question Vincent asked him. Roman grinned at Jack. He refused to meet Roman’s gaze, but continued to stare at the tumbler of water that was perched on a cork coaster in front of him. But Roman didn’t care. He was touching the man of his recent dreams, their faces just inches from one another. He was close enough that he could even smell the clean scent of Jack above the heavy colognes of the other men.
“Too bad you guys didn’t talk then,” Goldstein said turning back to them. “But no matter, it works out great that you’re here now. You see, Marvin has a new project he was going to bring to you where you play the part of an adventurer…”
“…seeking treasure in Egypt. Jack here would play the archaeologist that you hire to help you locate this lost fortune. Of course, there is a terrible curse attached to these riches, so on and so forth—we’ll work it all out. Jack is just about to sign with us—we’re going to have Charlie draw up the contracts this afternoon. Oh, we were also going to get Miss Trixie Fox to play your love interest. She’s been up to your place a few times before, hasn’t she?”
“Why yes. As a matter of fact, I spoke with her at length at my party. So full of interesting information.”
Jack grabbed his drink, but the moisture from the condensation had effectively glued the coaster to the bottom.
“Here. Let me help you.”
Roman placed his hand over Jack’s where he held the glass, and plucked the small mat from the bottom, setting it down. Roman was loath to remove his hold—the contact between their skin so hot and full of promise—but under the prying eyes of the studio men, he dared not tarry. Jack shook noticeably, barely able to take a swallow of his drink, and Roman was alternately pleased and sorry that he had done this to him. He didn’t want to do anything that might cause the mighty bosses to change their minds about hiring his sweet Jack. It would be worth putting up with Trixie every day if he could have Jack as well.
M/M Erotic Romance author Morticia Knight enjoys a good saucy tale – after all, who doesn’t? Since she loves several genres, you may find your heroes in a contemporary, historical, paranormal or sci-fi setting. One of her passions is bringing people’s fantasies to life on the page, because life is too short for even one boring moment. Her stories are volcanic in heat, deep in emotion, and sprinkled with doses of humor.
When not indulging in her obsession for books, she loves the outdoors, film and music. The Pacific Northwest is the ideal spot to enjoy both hiking and beachcombing. Once upon a time she was the singer in an indie rock band that toured the West Coast and charted on U.S. college radio. She now resides on the northern coast of Oregon, where the constant rain and fog remind her of visits to family in England and Scotland when she was a child.
She is currently working on the Gin & Jazz series about the glitz and glamour of 1920’s Hollywood – with more naughtiness to follow in 2014.
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