Title: Meteor Strike
Series: Astronomers Series, Book #2
Author: Silvia Violet
Release Date: August 10, 2016
Genre: M/M Romance
Pages: 107 Pages
Publisher: Silvia Violet
Astro-physicist Matthew Dansk falls for one of his colleagues during a research trip, but Alan won’t tell anyone he’s gay and he never goes out with the same man twice. Matt is looking for a serious relationship and he doesn’t date men who are in the closet. When the two men part ways, Matt does his best to forget his feelings for Alan.
Months later, Alan winds up in the hotel room next to Matt’s at a conference, and both men realize the chemistry between them hasn’t diminished. As they spend time together, Matt sees a different side of Alan. When he realizes Alan’s feelings for him run deeper than he’d thought possible, he begins to hope that they can be together after all.
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The waiter brought our drinks, set them down, and picked up my empty glass. I tried again to remember exactly how many drinks I’d had.
“Do you need anything else?” the waiter asked.
Alan responded before I could. “We’d like some water and”—he picked up a menu and spent a few seconds reading it—“an order of pimento cheese.”
“Yes, sir. I’ll be back with that shortly.”
I stared at Alan, disbelieving. “I think you’re even more high-handed than you were a year ago.”
“You need some food and water before you go upstairs.”
“Why are you always trying to take care of me?”
Alan shrugged. “It’s what I do.”
I thought about the months I’d spent in Arizona. Had he taken care of others the way he had me? He’d certainly taken control every chance he could. The lab ran on his word, and nobody made decisions without going through him—nobody other than me anyway. Within a few weeks I’d figured out how to get what I needed without pissing him off. Everyone he worked with would have agreed that he was controlling, but caring? Nurturing? No, he saved that for me. I grabbed my glass and drank, willing the vodka to ease my nerves.
Alan raised a brow. “I thought you didn’t want any more.”
I scowled at him. “You’ve hardly given me a choice.”
“Did you want me to?”
The words came out low and sultry. I felt like the world had narrowed to just us. The rest of the room appeared to darken, and the conversations around us dulled to a faint buzz. The alcohol had to be affecting my brain. My cock swelled as I imagined Alan not giving me a choice, holding me down, taking what he wanted, what we’d both wanted when we’d worked together.
Our order came a few minutes later. Alan topped a little piece of toast with pimento cheese and handed it to me. “Eat.”
I hadn’t had pimento cheese in years. Not since I’d started school at Berkeley. I hadn’t gone home to South Carolina much after my grandma passed away, and she was the one who’d always made it for me.
I took a bite and almost sighed. It was peppery, creamy, and delicious. I polished off my toast and reached for another.
“Good?” Alan asked.
I nodded. “Almost as good as my grandmother’s.”
“High praise indeed.”
I picked up one of the menus.
“Do you need something else?” Alan asked.
“No, I just wondered if they have coconut cake. That was another of Grandma’s specialties. They might actually make it the right way here.”
“If not, I’ll make sure you get some while you’re in Atlanta.”
I looked up and narrowed my eyes at him. “What is this?” I gestured between the two of us. “Is this two colleagues having a drink and discussing our work, or is this…”
He took a sip of his drink, watching me like a chess player planning his next move. “What do you want it to be?”
“I don’t want to be part of a game.”
“No game. I enjoy your company, and you bring out my protective instincts. I’m the oldest of six, so I have a lot of them.”
“And you’re a fucking control freak.” Wow, I hadn’t meant to say that out loud.
His eyes widened, but he laughed. “I can’t argue with that.”
When he was laughing, he looked relaxed, no longer like a piece of fine art no one is allowed to touch. He became warm and rich, like melted chocolate. I wanted to taste him, but I couldn’t let him get away with evading my questions. “What are you doing here?”
“Making professional contacts. Learning from what others are sharing in their presentations.”
I scowled at him. “You know that’s not what I meant.”
He frowned. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”
“That’s what I was afraid of.” For a man who prided himself on his self-control and rigid organization not to know what he was doing was downright scary. It also meant the chances of me getting hurt were enormous. Unless he’d decided to stop hiding and start something real with me, I needed to stay away.
I tossed back about half of my drink, and the vodka fueled my annoyance. “At least you admit it this time, that you don’t know. You always acted like you were perfectly in control in Arizona.”
Meteor Strike is Book 2 of the Astronomers series. Book 1 is titled Astronomical and it features Blake’s boss and his lover:
When sexy, kilt-wearing astronomy professor Greg MacIntyre moves in next door, Blake Theriot knows he’s in trouble. Blake is a research librarian, and he likes things orderly and controlled, except in his secret fantasies where he craves a big, powerful man like Greg to shake things up.
Every time Blake tries to talk to his erudite neighbor, his brain shuts down and his vocabulary consists of one-word utterances. When a few shots of after-dinner whiskey loosen Blake’s inhibitions, the two men share a hot kiss and the promise of more. If Blake can let go enough to give Greg a real chance, his life might be forever changed.
About Silvia Violet
Silvia Violet writes erotic romance in a variety of genres including paranormal, contemporary, and historical. She can be found haunting coffee shops looking for the darkest, strongest cup of coffee she can find. Once equipped with the needed fuel, she can happily sit for hours pounding away at her laptop. Silvia typically leaves home disguised as a suburban stay-at-home-mom, and other coffee shop patrons tend to ask her hilarious questions like “Do you write children’s books?” She loves watching the looks on their faces when they learn what she’s actually up to. When not writing, Silvia enjoys baking sinfully delicious treats, exploring new styles of cooking, and reading to her incorrigible offspring.