Some weddings get the best man hitched.
Sapphire Dawn, an all-new steamy Sapphire Cove novel from New York Times bestselling author Christopher Rice writing as C. Travis Rice & Blue Box Press is now live!
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Donnie Bascombe has made a lot of people’s fantasies come true in his life, first in the bedroom, then on the set of his adult entertainment studio. But his best friend Logan Murdoch has just presented him with his tallest order yet—help plan the wedding of his dreams. Desire has always been Donnie’s forte. But lavish nuptials at one of Southern California’s premier oceanfront resorts? For that job, he’ll need a partner. And a mentor.
Richard Merriweather has devoted his life to planning fairy tale weddings for celebrities and royalty—only to have his own husband shatter his heart into a million pieces. Remaking the special events office at Sapphire Cove is just the distraction he needs to get his fancy and luxurious life back on track. But the groom’s brash and undeniably sexy best friend has a powerful attraction to Richard Merriweather he can’t keep secret. Problem is, Richard doesn’t do hookups, and Donnie doesn’t do relationships. The closer Donnie gets to Richard, the more he wants something different, something he’s never had before. Something that will force both men to confront the heartbreak in their pasts as they plan Sapphire Cove’s wedding of the decade and find an unexpected future for themselves.
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For fifteen years Donnie had waited for the return of this feeling at the moment his lips met another man’s, the tug, tug, tug in the center of his chest he’d felt whenever he’d kissed Zach.
Here it was, the instant Richard’s hands had caressed his face and pulled him in.
The instant the man’s arms encircled his back and he tilted his head to one side.
The instant his mouth met Richard’s.
Everything else about the man since they’d first met had been resistance, but this kiss, this yielding, open-mouthed kiss, was pure hunger. Pure need.
When was the last time he’d kissed a man who’d bared his soul? Maybe never. There’d been plenty of lip locks—professional and non—throughout his life, but they weren’t always a given when the clothes came off. For years he’d lived by the swipe and click based rhythm of app-driven sex. Mostly it brought boys to the yard who wanted to dive right into the deep end without checking the temperature of the water first.
This was altogether different. Richard Merriweather had offered up his pain and his inviting lips in almost the same instant, making Donnie feel desired and needed in ways he never had before. He had a crazy, paranoid thought that Logan or Connor would walk in right then and start wailing on him for kissing their wedding planner. But it wasn’t strong enough to make him gently push the event planner away. Maybe because Richard’s lips were soft and tasted like spearmint, but his kisses were hard and determined. And the man’s hair. It was so close. Right there. He could touch it if he wanted to. He’d just have to move one hand up off his neck and into…
Don’t do it, Bascombe. You touch his hair and you’re done for. Touch his hair and this turns into a helluva lot more than a kiss.
Donnie touched his hair. Ran one hand through it gently enough to let its thick locks fill the gaps between his fingers, not so rough that he’d pull the roots. The last thing he wanted to do was cause Richard Merriweather pain. He was in so much of it already.
He needed warmth. He needed pleasure. He needed his every fantasy fulfilled. He needed all the things Donnie had learned to give an audience and countless cheap tricks. And he needed them now apparently because his embrace was vise-grip tight, so tight it was pulling Donnie forward off his feet. But Donnie didn’t care. Nothing seemed more important than keeping his lips sealed to Richard’s, and if it meant they both went over sideways and—
He ignored the sound at first. A weird double beep. Like a phone alert. Only it wasn’t coming from his phone. Richard ignored it too.
Then came a pop, pop, pop that sounded like gunfire.
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