Asher Myles struggled to put his life back together after an identity thief stripped him of everything but his talent for capturing light and shadow with a camera lens. With a new job and a new start, Asher’s on his way to Montana – and a meeting with the man he’s fantasized about since he first saw him on the silver screen.
Nick Light, actor, director, and Hollywood royalty, doesn’t like paparazzi. When he agrees to have his Montana ranch photographed for a style magazine, the unexpected happens. Asher's not the man Nick expected to find behind the camera. Asher knows he'll have to convince Nick they belong together, but he has an edge.
Because if there’s one thing Nick can’t resist, it’s a man with a talent for seducing light.
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“Okay, Mr. Light, here’s a little—”
“Nick. Call me Nick.”
I nodded, and hoped I didn’t stutter when I tried to say his name for the first time. “Nick. I’ll just point out that all my professional information is on the website and move on to the photos.”
“I see you have references. Are they valid?”
Crap. He had heard the stories.
I rolled the cursor over the link and the page opened for him to see. He read the names, then nodded. “I don’t know any of them, so you won’t mind if I call them, right?”
“Sure. Call ’em. Just don’t be surprised if they don’t believe you’re Nick Light.”
He snorted again, the corner of his mouth quirking up in what might actually be a little smile. “I get that a lot, boy.”
I didn’t answer, just clicked on the slideshow and leaned back to watch it with him. His focus shifted to the screen. I watched him as the pictures scrolled. Every so often, he’d nod or cock his head, but he didn’t speak. We sat there in silence as the clouds slid past the sun and the rain dribbled down the outside of the windows. Finally, he spoke.
“Okay. You’re good. But with your reputation, how’d you get this job?”
I met his gaze. “Don’t believe everything you hear about me.”
His chin lifted. His eyes narrowed. “Why not?”
“Because it’s not true.”
Nick crossed his arms over his chest. “Tell me your version of it then.”
My temper flared. “I was hired to do a job—take a photo shoot of your ranch. I have a copy of the contract in my case, and nowhere in that contract does it say I owe you any explanations.”
His response was unexpected. “You want that sandwich now, boy?”
Tired of him referring to me as “boy,” I shot him a look, and froze at the glittering curiosity in his eyes. He studied me, his green gaze a mix of wary caution, grudging respect, and more. I fell into those mystical depths, forgetting to breathe as the blood pooled in my groin.
My heart stuttered, then hammered in my chest. I couldn’t look away, even as my face grew hot under his scrutiny. My body reacted, rising as the phantom of my nights stared at me with witchy interest.
Nick Light was gay.