~ a digital camera setting that balances neutrals and colours in order to achieve the most natural and realistic effect.
*Gay, Contemporary, Erotic, Light Kink, 18+*
Blurb: When Jeremy Trask walked into Martin Lewis’ photography studio neither man was prepared for the instant attraction that swept them up and refused to be denied. Three years later Jeremy has fulfilled his dream of becoming a working male model while Martin has embarked on a more fulfilling photography career in nature journalism. Now a world famous photographer has requested Jeremy pose for him in London. Martin accompanies Jeremy, ostensibly to do a photo spread on the New Forest for Outside magazine, but really because he can’t bear to be apart from the man he loves. When things in London don’t turn out as expected, can Martin and Jeremy navigate the hurt feelings and jealousy that suddenly threaten their relationship?
*This is the sequel to my debut novella Exposure.
Jeremy’s voice lifted something inside me, as it always did. Something that had lain dormant for years but woke up three years ago when he walked into my studio.
“Martin? You home?” he asked, as I heard him bound up the stairs two at a time.
“In here,” I replied, gazing down at the clothes I’d put out on the bed. I had no idea what to wear. Thank goodness Jeremy was home.
He came into our room and skidded to a halt. Any signs of disability were gone now that his Multiple Sclerosis was under control, thanks to the daily injections he administered himself. He’d been relapse-free for a couple of years now, despite the fact he’d needed to use a cane for a couple of months shortly after I’d met him.
“Hey, guess what?” Jeremy glowed with barely contained excitement as he waited for my answer.
“Um, you found your long-lost twin?”
“Eh, no,” he grinned, waiting.
“You finally realized that chocolate is not worth it?”
He frowned, scratching at his stubbled chin in puzzlement that I could even propose such an idea. “Fuck no.”
“Just tell me. I’ll never guess and you know it.”
His grin returned as he shoved a piece of paper toward me.
I took it from him. “What is this?”
“It’s an invitation to model for Felix Kureck in England. He wants me to come to London so he can shoot me for his coffee table book, The New Man.”
I stared at the letter, reading the invitation.
Felix Kureck had made a name for himself photographing beautiful men and women. According to this letter he had personally requested that Jeremy’s agency send him to London for a photo shoot. The agency would pay half of Jeremy’s expenses and Kureck had agreed to pick up the tab for his flights in exchange for Jeremy’s time.
I tried to match Jeremy’s obvious excitement with a similar enthusiasm, even though I hated the thought of him being away for that long. We hadn’t been apart for more than a weekend since we’d met.
“This is a huge opportunity for you, Jeremy.”
He sat down on the bed, shaking his head back and forth. “I know, right? I mean, he wants me. Me!”
“Everyone wants you, Jeremy. You’re a wet dream. Men and women have your magazine ads pinned to their walls. Trust me.”
He laughed. “Oh, come on. You’re a little biased, Martin.”
Sure, I was biased. I also knew what it was like to take his photo; to see him come alive under the lens of my camera; to see his image on my computer screen teasing me with what I thought I couldn’t have; to see him look at me with scorching heat in those brown eyes and proposition me finally, letting me know that he wanted it just as much as I did.
I still had a hard time believing it.
“I want you to come,” he said then.
“What?” My mind was still wrapped up in erotic memories and I wasn’t sure what he meant.
“To London. Come to London with me, Martin.”