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Size: 6.00 x 9.00 in
Pages: 271
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Pages: 243
Danny lost his husband to a tragic accident. He couldn’t face another relationship. Then his dead husband’s deadbeat brother shows up and demands the estate, saying, “You ain’t family.”
Andrew spent his teen years on the streets, homeless and hungry. He cleaned up his life, finished his education, and hoped to meet that special someone for the happiness and security he missed as a teen.
Phil’s bad luck was always the fault of everyone else. He was determined to get his dead brother’s estate from Danny in any way he could. Then he discovered his old street buddy Andrew was part of the picture. Jackpot!
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Genres:
Pairings: M-M
Heat Level: 3
Romantic Content: 3
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: 26-35
Protagonist 2 Age: 26-35
Tropes: Adopted Child, Blackmail, Death of Parent, Families/Raising Kids
Word Count: 70,751
Setting: Lubbock, TX
Languages Available: English
One of life’s biggest irritants, an unknown caller, cratered Danny’s train of thought. The caller ID showed Spikes. He had no idea who, or what, a Spikes was. But with a name like Spikes, it could be a gay establishment: “Black Knight Enterprises.”
A nasally male voice asked, “Ain’t you Jason Black’s friend?”
The tone, the poor grammar, and the mention of his dead husband’s name told him this was not a business call. “What do you want?”
“I said, wasn’t you Jason Black’s boyfriend or some shit?”
What was this guy’s angle? The only reason he didn’t hang up was the mention of Jason a year after his death. “Who are you?”
“I’m Phil Black, Jason’s brother.”
READ MOREDanny’s stomach knotted. He vaguely remembered Jason mentioning a brother. One he hadn’t seen since he was a small child. “Jason mentioned a brother he didn’t really know.”
“We weren’t close.” Phil’s cold, flat tone made weren’t close an understatement.
“Not close? Your sudden interest in Jason seems convenient. What’s your angle, and how did you get this number?”
“Maybe you’ve heard of a phone book?” Phil’s smug tone spelled trouble. “Maggie wouldn’t give me your number. The bar I go to had a book.”
“Maggie? Jason’s sister?”
“Yeah, and my sister.”
A dull headache crept in. A brother suddenly appearing out of nowhere could only mean one thing…he wanted something. Danny loved his husband but was irritated with Jason for the fatal accident that left Danny a widower. The dull ache became a throb. “Jason’s dead.”
“No shit. Maggie told me.”
“When was this? You must be as close to her as you were to Jason because she never mentioned another brother.”
“This fucking-morning, and who gives a shit how close we were. You got a bunch of Jason’s things I need to pick up.”
Alarms went off in Danny’s pounding head. So that’s what he wanted. Possessions, and from the general tone of the conversation, money, too. “What do you mean, a bunch of things?”
“His stuff passes to family, right? You ain’t family.”
