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3 days until the release of Mine at Midnight, the first Boys of Sinn Island book under my new pseudonym, Leah Blake! Don’t miss the beginning of this exciting, sexy new series! Available for pre-order at www.bookstrand.com/mine-at-midnight.
Marcus Stark still lives with the pain of abandonment five years after his lover disappeared from his life without an explanation, never forgetting the only man he ever loved. When he learns Trevor has booked a pricey reservation on Sinn Island, he intends to claim his runaway lover as his submissive in hopes of learning why he left.
Trevor Dawson’s need to set things straight with Marcus leaves him with a drained savings account and a weekend pass to a new, exclusive Caribbean island, and his ex-lover’s newest haunt. On a whim, he contracts himself to be a submissive only to learn identities are a secret, as are the real owners of Sinn.
Marcus can’t lose Trevor again, and he’s willing to break the rules of Sinn to capture Trevor’s heart. When Trevor reveals the reason he left Marcus, they must make a daunting decision. Can they overcome the dark stain of their past? Or will they suffer heartache as the weekend comes to an end?
“Marcus,” he called out before doubt had any chance to strangle him. Marcus slowed down and turned, his shaded eyes hiding the core of his expression, which appeared damn stoic and unfazed. Trevor stepped up to him, hands fisted by his sides to hold back the fiery burn to kiss the man and beg for forgiveness.
Marcus lifted his sunglasses to the top of his head and stared at him through dark blue eyes. Trevor swallowed down the memories of those eyes, how they darkened to navy when emotions claimed his lover or how they lightened, if only a little, with playfulness. He spent hours loving to look into Marcus’s eyes, his soul, the inspiration for his art in so many paintings.
“Back there. I wasn’t expecting to see you and, well, it kinda caught me off guard,” Trevor sputtered. He bit his lower lip and squeezed his eyes shut for a spilt second. No, idiot. “What I mean is, I didn’t come here to vacation. I’m here because I was hoping to find you here too.”
“You struck deep, didn’t you?” Marcus asked, making a slight motion to his own neck. Trevor shifted, ignoring the tightness the collar produced with each bolus of anxiety.
“I didn’t know where to start, but I remembered how things used to be and figured I’d give it a try.”
Damn, his face was burning under the piercing scrutiny of his former lover. His closeness, however left his cock throbbing against the zipper of his jeans, craving to indulge in what they once shared.
“I didn’t mean to come off rude, but seeing you again…” Trevor groaned, fisting a hand in his hair. He was never good at speaking under pressure. Leveling his gaze with Marcus, he said, “I’m so sorry about everything.”
“How did you know to come here? It’s not a road trip away,” Marcus pressed, taking a single step closer to Trevor. A good four or five feet still hung between them, but the short gap that Marcus struck away was enough to surround Trevor with the dominating thrum of Marcus’s presence.
Trevor licked his lips, warmth creeping up his neck. “I nosed around a little. A friend of a friend.”
“And how did this ‘friend of a friend’ know of my business on Sinn? Identities are meant to be kept secret here.”
Trevor snorted and rolled his eye to the vibrant green canopy of fronds and the denser casuarinas overhead. “You haven’t been the most inconspicuous as of late. You’ve been a pretty hard partier, hitting headlines in tabloids and such. It wasn’t that difficult to track you down once I knew for certain where to look.”
“And your hunt led you to a private island in the Caribbean that hosts risqué and taboo parties for the wealthy and provides a private sanctuary for those of high society to let loose their desires and indulge.” Another step. The air turned dense and hard to breathe. Trevor refused to step back, even though the sharp edges of Marcus’s personality glimmered in the outer rings of his irises. “What are your desires, Trevor?” He flicked the tag on the collar, his lips curling back. “Did you find it last night?”
Trevor stared at him for a long moment, trying to breathe. Marcus’s voice dipped low, liquid gravel creeping down his spine. That tone, sexually charged and alive…He recognized it.
Trevor blinked, thankful for the sunglasses still covering his eyes. Marcus was his Master. This man standing before him, the man who owned him heart and soul off this island, owned him for the next two nights on Sinn.
He bit back the urge to divulge Marcus in this knowledge. If he did, he’d break two bold-and-underlined rules of Breakers—anonymity and privacy.
Maybe I’m wishing for too much. Maybe he isn’t my Master.
“It depends on the aspect you ask,” Trevor finally said, his voice thick with his mounting arousal.
One last step. They stood toe-to-toe, the narrow space between them pulsing with unspent energy. In five years of separation, one thing never died. The raw desire and carefully restrained urgency still hummed as loud and clear as it had during their year-long relationship.
“You, Trevor, are claimed by a Dom. You know what that means, right?” Marcus asked, raising his brows. Trevor nodded once, noting the challenge that lay beneath the man’s expression.
“I belong to another while on the island.”
“Very good. So you standing here with me can cause a major dilemma if your Dom catches you.”
“What if my Dom is you?” Trevor couldn’t stop himself before the words spilled out of his mouth. He wanted to know if Marcus was his Master, and if he could give himself over completely once night fell.
Marcus’s eyes darkened, and a dangerous curl came to the corners of his mouth.
God, I want to kiss you. I want to taste your mouth again.
“Then your Dom has found you and knows you breached agreement.”