22 January 2015

Throwback: Înflori

Dustin gave up on being worthy of anyone's affections a long time ago, drowning his problems in substance abuse and meaningless encounters. He has learned it's better to avoid love altogether than risk the inevitable moment when it all comes crashing down.

Nicolæ has neither eyesight nor excess, but he does have a wealth of family and intuition. He is nothing that Dustin would have anticipated in a potential lover, but the more Dustin discovers, the more he finds himself willing to accept the risk - even if his conscience and the people in his life keep warning him away.
Another fabulous book by this author, 5 rainbows
This is a story about Dustin and Nicolae. Dustin is a wealthy mid twenties guy that has had a rough but privileged childhood  into adulthood and because of that has decided he is better off with the playboy, party life style and has resigned himself to the fact that he won’t or doesn’t want to find that special someone. Nicolae, is a few years older and comes from a very different back ground. And he does believe in a great many things, including that special someone.
Dustin starts he’s morning on a down note, it’s raining his taxi is late and he’s once again sneaking out of a tricks house after a night of drinking and club hopping. As he standing waiting for the taxi an exotic man walks up and hands him a cup of hot tea and then walks away flanked by two dogs pushing against his legs. Days later Dustin can’t stop thinking about this beautiful man and decides to head back to the shop and see if he can find him. What he finds is himself, a family that is not friendly to outsiders and a man that is willing to take a chance on him if he is willing to let go.
WOW!  This story was amazing, not just the connection between Dustin and Nicolae. The possessive way Nicolae is towards Dustin, HAWT. But also the connection between all the characters, you can feel the pain and anguish that Dustin is going through having to deal or not deal as the case may be with his past. And what it’s taking out of him mentally and physically. Nicolae make you believe. Jewel, being the Knight at the end, hope we get his story as well.  Just a wonderful story of love, hope and forgiveness.
“Dustin, what are you doing?” Nicolæ pulled back and Dustin let out a small whine of disapproval, holding tight to Nicolæ’s shoulders, trying to stop the retreat.

“Come on,” Dustin pleaded. “Stop pushing me away.” His lips tried unsuccessfully to relocate skin. “You can’t tell me you don’t want this…”

“Want?” Nicolæ snorted, and then repeated, “Want? You think I would want to have sex with you here? In a toilet?”

Dustin huffed and rolled his eyes. “Damn it, Nicolæ! Don’t be such a prude.” He slipped one arm around Nicolæ’s shoulder and let his other hand fall to the man’s chest. He lowered his voice. “I need this. I need you.”

Nicolæ reached up and unwound Dustin’s arm with a sigh. “You don’t need me. You want me. You don’t need anyone. You refuse to.”

The seductive softness fell from Dustin’s face. “Don’t you dare assume to know me.”

With a quick reach Nicolæ grabbed the hand still resting on his chest. “Do I not? Am I wrong? Tell me then, that I am wrong.”

Dustin twisted his wrist, trying to free himself from a hand far too talon-like. He could feel tears welling up in his eyes and he had no idea why; why the man continued to refuse him, why Nicolæ made him feel so cheap, why any of that even bothered him. “What the fuck do you want from me then?” Dustin growled. “Why the hell did you show up tonight if you’re not interested?”

“I did not say I was not interested.” Nicolæ released him and Dustin struggled to hold back sound from leaving his throat, as he wasn’t entirely sure that the tears were alone in their encroachment. Tears in his eyes he could hide, but Dustin would not let his voice betray him. “I am very interested. You draw me, Dustin. But I have yet to understand if you draw me because you are beacon or because you are flame. And I have no desire in getting burned.”

“What the hell?” Dustin spit. “How can you judge me when you don’t even know me?”

“I don’t wish to judge you.” Nicolæ corrected. “But I do wish to know you. The man before the cock. Because I have no doubt that if I try to learn of you the other way around, I will never get the chance to meet the man.”

We are not doing this, Dustin’s mind screamed at him. This is bullshit. Get out and get away before this man drives you crazy—and Dustin reacted instinctually. “I’m tired of trying to be good enough for you.”

He brushed past Nicolæ, shoulder-checking the bigger man on his way by. Twelve years of hockey practice had trained Dustin well and Nicolæ, big as he was, stumbled. Dustin followed the move with a good ol’ fashioned door punch on his way through the exit.

“Dustin,” Nicolæ called and Dustin almost didn’t turn. Almost. But it was just too hard to stop his heel from spinning and his ankle from pivoting.

He grasped the door and stared at Nicolæ’s patient expression. “What?”

Nicolæ paused, sighed. “When did you start?”

Dustin cocked his head, confused.

“Trying.” Nicolæ clarified. “When did you start trying?”

Ears burning and throat choked, Dustin let the door fall shut. The only stop he took was one quick second to close his eyes, fight away tears and straighten his shoulders before he stalked out of the club.
Henley was born with a full-blown passion for run-on sentences, a zealous indulgence in all words descriptive, and the endearing tendency to overuse punctuation. Since the early years Henley has been an enthusiastic writer, from the first few I-love-my-dog stories to the current leap into erotica.

A self-professed Google genius, Henley lives for the hours spent digging through the Internet for ‘research purposes’ which, more often than not, lead seven thousand miles away from first intentions but bring Henley to new discoveries and ideas that, once seeded, tend to flourish.

Henley has been proudly working with LT3 since 2012, and has been writing like mad ever since—an indentured servant to the belief that romance and true love can mend the most broken soul. Even when presented in prose.

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