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Cruising with Destiny

While on the ship Destiny, Nate Montgomery finds himself cruising the steam room for sex with a stranger. What he finds instead is his high school obsession with his lips wrapped around his cock.
Recently divorced and out, Steve Wilkinson plans to live his life experiencing as many men as he can, making up for lost time. Or does destiny have another plan?
Sailing the Western Caribbean, they find comfort and passion in each other's arms while reliving their youth and wondering about their future. As the tropical days turn into passionate nights, they realize they are falling in love. But when the ship returns to port, will they still feel the same way?
From Miami to Jamaica to Grand Cayman and back again, love can be found sailing the turquoise waters of the Caribbean, but it also can be lost.

4 STARS: "I sometimes feel like the luckiest person in the world because I get to review books and sometimes those books overlap with things I love to do in my free time. Cruising with Destiny takes place on a cruise ship and cruising happens to be my favorite way to vacation.Cruising with Destiny is an amusing, fresh, and pleasurable read. I have no doubt that anyone who has ever had a vacation fling or dreamed of a chance with a high school crush will enjoy it as thoroughly as I did!" -- DiDi, Guilty Pleasures Book Reviews


STORY EXCERPT

Nate Montgomery looked on as the young hunk leaned in to kiss his girlfriend once more. The way that they interacted, their intimate whispers and giggling, how she pressed her breasts against his chest while frolicking in the shallow pool, made Nate a little envious.
And a little horny.
The breasts-pressing-on-his-chest part he could live without and did, but the unabashed and playful display of young love he missed. It had been a while since he felt that excited over anyone, the fluttering-in-the-chest-when-the-phone-rang kind of excitement he felt when it was him calling, or preferring to spend endless hours kissing and holding each other tightly instead of getting right down to the business of sucking and fucking.
In his life, it had been more about the sex and not so much about making love. In the gay world, it was expected to suck and fuck by the end of the first date, certainly by the second. It was common knowledge among gays that if you spent your first date watching a movie and making out on the sofa over a bowl of popcorn, more than likely, it would be your last date.
The young man looked familiar, but he couldn’t quite figure out how or why, the nagging feeling threatening to spoil his racing sexual thoughts with the much younger man. His tanned and well-muscled torso shimmered in the afternoon sun, his jet-black hair and vivid, blue eyes striking against the platinum locks and the milky skin of his girlfriend. Judging by his athletic build, he played sports. His was a body shaped by lifelong fitness, not by a random hour or two spent in the neighborhood gym.
Nate sat up straighter in his deck chair, watching as the raven-haired hunk slid his hands down his girlfriend’s back, stopping at her bikini-clad bottom, then squeezed for the entire lido deck of the ship, Destiny, to see. He was in love, or least lust, and he didn’t give a damn who witnessed their shameless display of affection.
Her shrill shriek of laughter called the attention of the neighboring ten-stool bar a few feet away.
Damn, thought Nate, wishing his ass was getting the same attention hers was. What he wouldn’t give to get squeezed, or better yet, to squeeze the plump, firm ass of a twenty-something-year-old hunk.
Unfortunately, the reality was, this young man could be his son. Behind the pumped-up muscles and the generous tent in his board shorts, he was really just a kid.
Pervert.
He looked around at the other vacationers, their chairs expertly arranged to face the blazing Caribbean sun, reminding Nate of a row of hot dogs sizzling on a backyard grill. Couples frolicked in the pool and hot tub while others stood in line for the endless smorgasbord laid out around the clock. Even at the numerous bars scattered on deck, couples sipped from their umbrella-decorated cocktails or slammed their colorful shots named after reproductive organs.
There was not one person on deck who appeared single, except for him.
When Nate had planned this vacation with his boyfriend of three months, Rob Stanus, he knew he was taking a risk. Three months into any relationship, things were always good, everyone on their best behavior. And the thought of taking a cruise with Rob made him instantly horny. They could pass the hours screwing in their cabin when they weren’t relaxing in the sun, sipping cocktails.
Rob was hot, and he had the one of the most beautiful cocks he’d ever seen. And the man could go for hours without swallowing the little blue pill first and then waiting the half an hour for it to take effect.
But would their relationship last long enough until the ship set sail? What could go wrong?




Cruising into Destiny: Commitment Ceremony

When Steve Wilkinson asks his boyfriend, Nate, of one year for his hand in marriage, he expects smooth sailing on the cruise ship, Destiny. And why shouldn’t he? But if that’s the case, why does Steve feel like he’s swimming against the strongest of tides with no shoreline in sight, instead? 
All Nate Montgomery wants is a relaxing five-day cruise of the Western Caribbean culminating in a commitment ceremony with the man he loves, which should prove easy being surrounded by the people he loves…Or so he thinks.
But for some reason, destiny has taken another course, leaving the couple to maneuver the seemingly turbulent waters without the use of a lifeboat. But when sex, pregnancy, excessive alcohol consumption, affairs, and the revelers from the Friends of Dorothy meeting come crashing together all on one ship, anything is possible, even a wedding…or two?
STORY EXCERPT

“Dad, you’re alive,” Josh said while Brittany waved at Steve and Nate from the deck chair, stretched out and sunning her long limbs.
“Hair of the dog?” she suggested, barely lifting her head.
Claiming his own deck chair, Steve tossed down his towel and sunscreen, unable to bend due to the thumping in his head. Making love to Nate had helped, but the two aspirin he’d taken would do the trick when their medicinal effect kicked in. “Where’s the rest of the crew?”
Josh pointed toward the pool, chatter and splashing filling the air. “Bartholomew, Andy, and Rodrigo are over there, Mom’s at the bar and Lou’s at the buffet….again.”
Brittany placed her hand on her bare stomach. “I’ve never seen anyone eat so much, and I have two brothers.” She stuck out her tongue.
“Still not feeling well?” Steve asked while stripping off his T-shirt and flopping onto the chair by Josh.
“A little better.”
Nate unbuttoned his white linen shirt. “I’m glad. It’s never any fun when you’re sick, but on vacation it’s always worse.”
“I’m sure it’ll pass.”
Josh nodded and grinned. “I’m sure it will.”
Slipping on his sunglasses, Steve rested his head and inhaled the warm salty air. “Now this is the life.”
Nate mumbled in agreement, throwing his shirt onto the floor. A loud burst of laughter came from the pool. Nate looked toward the action, shielding his eyes from the sun with his left hand. “It looks like the boys are getting along with Rodrigo. I admit he’s a real charmer.”
Carly approached wearing a generously cut red bikini, unlike Brittany’s bikini that looked like it was made for a Barbie doll instead of a woman. Carly rattled the ice cubes in her large plastic cup. “Everyone gets along with Rodrigo.” She cleared her throat. “Everyone except Steve, that is.”
Steve lifted his head, the aspirin finally alleviating his headache. “I just met the guy, Carly. Would you please give me a chance to get to know him?”
“Head still hurting, sweetheart?” Carly sat at the bottom of Josh’s chair, swatting his feet to the side. “I heard you two were the center of attention at the disco last night.”
Steve met Carly’s judgmental gaze. “I didn’t go to any disco?”
Brittany released a jolt of laughter as Nate clapped and laughed.
Steve jerked his head between the couple. “What in the hell is so funny?”
“Dad,” Josh began, sitting up, “you don’t remember leading the crowd doing your best YMCA?” He shook his head. “What is it about gay men and the Village People?”
Flicking water over the sunbathers, Bartholomew answered Josh’s question, waddling up like an overfed penguin. “Honey, you have a construction worker in faded tight jeans, an Indian showing nothing but skin, a chocolate colored delectable cop, and a Harley hunk hiding a hard-on in leather chaps. I can’t believe you have to ask that question, sunshine.”
Nate hooted. “Have you already hit the bar, Bartholomew?”
The stout man with abundant chest hair struck a pose. “Are you insinuating that I’m a drunk?”
Nate lifted both hands, palms out. “Would I do a thing like that?”
Handing Bartholomew a plastic cup filled with a slushy pink liquid, Andy interrupted. “After you’re done defending your little habit, would you please take this because my fingers are about to freeze off.”
Bartholomew snatched the drink from Andy. “Carly, would you mind switching boyfriends? Mine’s getting a little testy in his old age.”
“Maybe for the afternoon,” Carly mused, crossing her legs at the knees. “But you have to promise to bring mine back without a scratch.”
“I never make promises I cannot keep.” Bartholomew winked and sipped from his drink, the pink slush contaminating his dyed mustache.
“Carly, my beautiful mujer.” Rodrigo jogged up, water sluicing down his muscular, permanently tanned body. “You know I don’t mind suffering a few scratches.” He arched a groomed eyebrow. “Just as long they’re given in the name of love.”
Bartholomew and Andy melted where they stood as Josh and Steve groaned under their breath. Josh shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “I’m learning so much about my parents this week,” he said. “Things I wish I didn’t know.”
Brittany swatted at Josh’s arm. “With parents as cool as yours, how did you end up being such a tight ass?”
“Plenty of squats,” he shot back, jokingly.
ADULT EXCERPT

He allowed his lover to win.
Steve watched as Nate jumped the rocks jutting into the sea, and raced along the last stretch of secluded beach, before ducking into the mouth of the cave, disappearing. Slowing to jog and shifting his daypack higher onto his shoulder, Steve entered the dark cave, nothing but a grotto. The rush of water covered his feet and swirled around his ankles as Nate enveloped Steve into his strong and powerful arms, his lover’s urgent crushing kiss stealing the breath he didn’t have. Kissing back and inhaling through his nose—fighting away a second of light-headedness—Steve felt Nate tear at the front of his Speedos to unleash his cock.
“I need you.” Nate’s declaration echoed from off the walls and reverberated in Steve’s chest.
Tangling tongues and chewing lips, Steve pushed his swim trunks down to around his knees, his cock arching and rock hard in Nate’s palms. Nate stroked long and hard, paralyzing Steve with lust. He tore away from Nate’s mouth. “Fuck, that feels so good,” Steve moaned, wondering how much time they had before the tide consumed the space around them, forcing them out into the open. Taking Nate’s engorged cock with both hands he squeezed, the head flushing to a deep purple. “We have to hurry.”  Steve bent and lapped the drop of pre-cum that surfaced from Nate’s slit. “Are you ready?” he asked.
Of course Steve knew that he was.
Nate reached over Steve’s shoulder and into the bag, removing the lubricant. He poured a generous amount onto his fingertips and then to his cock directly from the open bottle. Steve spun, resting the pack on the only remaining spot of dry sand and widened his legs. He reached overhead to steady himself against the rock as he felt Nate’s slick fingers pushing into his cleavage and readying his aching hole. Steve sucked in air as Nate pushed in one digit and then two and stretched. “I–I–I want your dick,” Steve stammered, desperation tearing at his soul.
Reaching around Steve’s waist and wrapping his arms around his chest, Nate’s rigid cock teased Nate’s cleavage before plunging into Steve’s sensitive flesh. Steve forced himself to breathe through the initial stabs of pain and waited for the inevitable rush of pleasure. He arched his back, forcing his weight against Nate’s slow ride. “You feel so big…so good,” Steve managed through ragged breaths.
Bucking and grinding, Nate angled and licked along Steve’s spine and then sank his teeth into Steve’s shoulder.
Steve released a strangled cry, squeezing his eyes tightly shut.
Nate lapped the sore spot. “You taste so good,” he said, kissing. “Hot and sweet like the man you are.”
Meeting his lover’s urgent thrusts, Steve welcomed the wave of lust that overtook him, lost in his lover’s skillful lovemaking. The sounds of the surf crashed around them as their moans ebbed and flowed much like the tide. More and more, Nate’s searching hands found the intimate spots of Steve’s body, working them over and driving Steve wild. In one, two, three thrusts, Nate screamed out as an orgasm racked his body, Steve, too, shooting his load as Nate’s hot juices filled him completely. The men met physically and spiritually praising their need for each other’s flesh. Finally mustering the energy to speak, Nate pulled out from Steve, caressing his buttocks along the way. “We have to get back and get out of this place or we’re going to drown in here,” Nate said.
Steve shook his dick, squeezing out the last bit of cum. He bent and retrieved his Speedos, tucking himself away. He turned to see the fire that still raged in Nate’s deep green eyes. “I can never get enough of you, you know that?” Steve leaned in and brushed a kiss over Nate’s fleshy lips, warm and wet. “Never enough.”
“I’m counting on it,” Nate mumbled heatedly through a kiss, “until death do us part. For eternity.”



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