Sequel to Relentless Passion.
Alex has already lost one lover to his brother Zeca. Now his fickle shenanigans have driven Hugh, his other lover, away as well. Alex desperately wants what his brother has, an intensely passionate relationship, so Zeca shares their father Toppy's advice--you have to love before you can be relentless. Good advice, if Alex weren't so afraid to follow it.
When Toppy's own love life gets a little, um...strange, he escapes to St. Tropez. He takes Alex with him, who finds himself face-to-face with Hugh. Too bad Hugh is already lip-to-lip with someone else. But Alex has come too far to turn back now.
The game is on, and while Toppy gets up to his own sexual shenanigans under the St. Tropez sun, Alex will do anything to get back into Hugh's life...his bed...his body. He'll first have to learn to face his fears. Only then can he find relentless love.
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Ellora's Cave Publishing, Incorporated
November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Relentless Love by A.J. Llewellyn
Man oh man, it was sickening. Was such passion in the early hours of the morning even normal? I wiped down the countertop inside my dad's restaurant, watching my brother Zeca kissing his boyfriend Antonio goodbye. Their frenzied kisses attracted not only my attention but that of a few passersby. The way they went at each other, anyone would think they were about to be separated for months, years even--not just the few hours my brother worked until Antonio sloped back into our caf� for his late-morning coffee.
Sheesh. I checked my watch. In one minute I would have a legitimate gripe. I could accuse my brother of being late. I watched the hungry way the two men gnawed at each other's mouths. Antonio and Zeca were as predictable as Swiss clocks, and a thousand times more ardent than any other lovers I knew, gay or straight.
They stood in the doorway of Caf� Toppy, our father's famous restaurant in the heart of Capri. They broke off their kiss, gasping for breath. Antonio looked up and down the street, his hand moving surreptitiously to Zeca's ass. A little squeeze and he pulled Zeca closer to him.
I moved past our stocked shelves of lemon-flavored liqueurs, spice rubs and teas, prickles of fury forming along the back of my neck. Did they have to make such a spectacle of themselves?
Zeca broke off their kiss again, glancing at me then back at his lover. Antonio took Zeca's face in his hands and tugged my brother toward him for a longer, deeper kiss.
Oh for corn's sake.
I brushed past them, broom in hand, and made a big display of cleaning up out front. Antonio finally let my brother go, giving me a finger wave.
He took off down the street. He had a sexy swagger, I'll give him that. My brother watched him for a moment, a loopy grin on his face.
"Buongiorno!" he shouted, waving at a few store owners who were also gearing up for a busy morning.
Good? What was good about it?
Via Camerelle, the main promenade of Capri, was kicking into high gear and it was barely seven o'clock. The Christmas and New Year season was over, the remaining holiday tourists now jostling for space with serious, professional travelers. They came here year after year, stayed at the same hotels or villas, ate the same meals each and every time...and spent a lot of money.
Zeca drifted into the caf�, a dreamy expression on his face, and began warming up the cappuccino machine. Since nailing the sexiest guy on the island, my twin's fortunes had changed. I still couldn't believe it. Antonio had been my boyfriend, until I'd made the colossal mistake of asking Zeca to pose as me for a date. I'd met another guy and wanted to give Hugh a chance. I have no idea how it all went so wrong, but I'd found myself attracted to Hugh, my married next-door neighbor--a woman, no less, which really shows you how screwed up I was--and Antonio.
Antonio figured out the ruse after a couple of dates with my brother. Maybe I'd miscalculated, considering Antonio's a cop. I should have guessed he'd be smarter than the guys I usually went for.
Zeca was humming a song, smiling at me. Couldn't he see me frowning at him? Couldn't he feel my death-ray stare?
He strolled into the kitchen and began chopping vegetables. Our winter menu was still in full force and he didn't seem to mind the grunt work of chopping all those hearty root vegetables. Me, I hated chopping, slicing and cooking. I hated anything to do with food in fact, except for eating it.
The smell of lemons was strong. Damn lemons. I couldn't escape them on Capri and they always reminded me of Hugh and the last meal we had together. It should have been the most romantic meal of our lives--
Stop it. Don't think about it.