BIO: Author Sharita Lira – In one word, crazy. Just crazy enough to have 3 different muses running around in her head, driving her to sheer exhaustion with new plot bunnies and complex characters.
“Dr. Fairlight…Dr. Fairlight,
you’re needed in ICU. Dr. Fairlight?” Nicholas joked while he sat at the table
with his fellow physicians. Not that he didn’t take his job seriously, but a
little humor was good to take the edge off after a long night.
you, Doc. She loves callin’ your name. Her and Mrs. Mackenby might have a plan
for you.” One of the doctors laughed.
Nicholas heard his phone go off, signaling a patient needed his assistance.
When he noticed the caller ID, he groaned and slipped his cell back in his hip compartment.
“Well, I’ve been summoned once again.”
call in the last fourteen hours, right?” With a smirk, his good friend, Dr.
Alexander Carthington, cocked an eyebrow.
never going to give up, is she? Making excuses for me to come see her so she
can convince me to get hitched.” Nicholas shook his head.
wanna go out with me and my girl next Saturday night? We’re heading to this new
club in the city called Enigma.”
night out on the town might do him some good. “Maybe. I do need to get out
more, especially when we have days off. These thirteen hours are killin’ me.”
Nicholas frowned and rubbed the back of his neck. “Let me go see what my dear
patient wants and I’ll get back to you on that.”
patients aren’t as needy as yours.”
Nicholas snarled as he walked swiftly across the cafeteria to try making the
next elevator. He knew this wasn’t a clear emergency since they hadn’t added
stat to the message.
but really not his type. With grown children and plenty of ailments to last her
a lifetime, Nicholas considered her to be a momma more than a woman he’d want
to get involved with.
telling him she’d make the perfect wife for him. The young lonely doctor who
didn’t have many marriage prospects on the horizon.
ready to become the other half in a cougar relationship. Older women just
didn’t do it for him.
their seventies, anyway.
elevator doors opened. Nicholas made his way to Mrs. Mackenberg’s room. When he
passed the nurses’ desk, they all smiled at him, knowing this wasn’t very important
but he answered her anyway, as long as he wasn’t in surgery.
She waved. Her blue eyes twinkled and she smiled wide.
Mackenberg. What can I do for you today? How’s everything going?”
I suppose. The ol’ bones aren’t up to par after the last stroke. I can barely
get out of bed.” She patted her grey bun on top of her head and curled the
loose ends around her ears.
recover, Mrs. Mackenberg. You’ll be out of the hospital in no time and back at
please, I dunno how many times I have to tell ya to call me Janet. We’ve known
one ‘nother for the last six months.”
and forced a smile while he pulled up a chair from the other side of the room.
“Yes ma’am. Okay, why did you summon me? Something hurts…or—?”
just wanted to see ya. I hate when ya not here, Nicky. The other doctors,
except for Alex, don’t pay me much attention.” Her Southern drawl came out in
mean to ignore you, Mrs.… Er, Janet. We do get very busy here sometimes.”
her face softened when she met his gaze. “You’re such a great doctor, ya know,
because you really give a damn about yer patients. Ya treat ‘em like family.”
comment and crossed his legs while he relaxed. The end of his shift was coming
soon but, he had to admit, he loved coming in here, listening to Janet
Mackenberg tell one of her stories. “Thank you, Janet. I try, I really do. It’s
part of the reason I decided to become a Doctor.” Nicholas sat up straight for
fear he might get too comfortable and fall asleep in the chair. It had been a
long night here at Methodist; two emergency surgeries, head trauma, and gunshot
wounds. Just a normal night in the life of a doctor who worked a thirteen hour
pay y’all pretty well to take care of us ol’ folk. You might as well earn that
cash. I know you and Alexander do.”
work here, Janet.”
and flashed him a wry grin. She reached across and patted his hand. “You two
are good ol’ British boys, not like some of them others I seen on TV. These
American medics can take a cue from the both of ya.”
Janet, regardless of where we come from. Well…” Nicholas straightened and rose
from his chair. “If everything’s okay, let me leave you to get rest and I must
get some too since I have to be here late tonight for a ten hour shift. If
there are any more melees in the inner city, I might be here longer.”
leave, sugah. I love talkin’ with ya, but I know ya need sleep to keep up that
pretty face of yours.” The old lady winked at him. “You sure are a handsome
devil, Nicky. Ya sure you don’t wanna make an old woman happy until she leaves
lips curled into a half smile. “Um, Janet, I already told you. I’m very taken. My lady and I have been
dating for years and I just haven’t popped the question,” he lied. There hadn’t
been anyone serious since his last girlfriend left him in his second year of
and tell ‘er she took away my dream man.” She laughed. “All right, baby. You
getcha self some rest and come see me in the mornin’, right?”
patted her shoulder and attempted to turn in the direction of the door when she
grabbed his hand.
lovin’, Nicky. You look like ya need it.”
grinned at Janet.
there were someone waiting there to give it to me.
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fifty doesn’t mean too old to find love
Davies desires a man to take care of and despite the advances of his former
lover and partner James, he pushes on to search for another to make him turn in
his bachelor badge.
McFerry has been abused and scarred for the duration of his life. His only
saving grace is his talent with the paintbrush. Although he hasn’t made his big
break in the industry, he pushes on in hopes that one of his paintings will
capture the attention of his obsession: London Davies
romance. The kind that makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside with some hot
smexy sex thrown in. An emotional story between two men of different
backgrounds searching for the same happy ever after ending!
and London sat on the couch together as the artist spoke at length about the
methods he’d used during the creation of the painting. To Brandon, the object
of his desire seemed very interested in everything he’d said. He hoped he
didn’t bore him with his babbling. The last thing he wanted to do was make the
man tire of him too quickly.
the Cristal into both glasses. He handed the flute back to Brandon. They’d
finished half the bottle but for whatever reason, Brandon still felt nervous.
He took it and tried his best not to spill it, his hand trembling slightly. “Um
thank you.” He sipped a little from the glass.
lightly smacked Brandon on his kneecap. “Love, chill out, yeah? We’re here just
having drinks. Relax.”
against the cushions. How could he relax knowing he sat beside the man of his
dreams? He took a whiff of London’s manly scent. A mixture of cologne and
after-shave, as strong as he’d expected. When it infiltrated his nostrils, he
felt himself hardening under the slacks. The goose bumps became rocks on his
flesh. He was perspiring a little; he hoped his desired one wouldn’t notice.
“I’m tryin’, it’s just…” Brandon bit his lip and set the glass on the coffee
table in front of him. “Well, I’ve admired you for such a long time, London,
and I… This is really a thrill for me.”
closer to Brandon. He took the artist’s palm into his. “I get that, but I’m
just a man, like any other. I don’t walk on water. No second coming here,
London had captivated him for years and now his dreams about being on this sofa
with him in private had come true. Deep down he wished he could take London
into his arms and kiss him feverishly. He’d envisioned a moment like that too,
but he refrained. They had just met. “I know,” he sighed and placed a hand on
top of London’s. “Tell me. You really like the painting?”
around the younger man’s shoulder. “In fact, it resembles a work of art I have
at home. I’d love to take you there to see it tonight.”
with widened eyes.
London say he wanted him to see a painting he had back at his house.
he’d seemingly desired forever be in possession of a work of art that belonged
to him? “I… um.” He swallowed hard. “You want me to accompany you home,
tighter. “Yes, I, I hope that isn’t too forward, it’s just… I really do like
you and I’d love to see if that painting is yours. Forgive me for moving too
a bit taken aback by this. I’d love to go, though.”
mind, I’d like you to be my date for the rest of the evening. If it weren’t
opening night, I’d certainly just ask James to take over but, since it’s a big
have no issue with staying here late with you.”
nowhere he’d rather be than here with London and to him, the owner wasn’t
moving too fast at all. Just right in his eyes.
the last two glasses of the expensive beverage. “Let’s finish this off, shall
we? Then we’ll go out amongst the people.”
another glass of the champagne made Brandon wince. Truthfully, he’d already
felt the effects after two glasses coming on quickly and he wished he didn’t
have to drink anymore. However, he wondered if he refused London would that
upset him. He took the glass. “Thank you very much.”
painting as well as your presence this night.” London toasted with Brandon,
clinking their glasses together, before he drank the contents.
the same, hoping he’d be able to stay up for the duration of this evening.
of his life.
the expensive bubbly, London led Brandon by the hand, back out to the main
area. The hold London had on Brandon made his head swim, along with the wine.
this. Him, Brandon McFerry, on the arm of London Davies, powerful businessman
and owner of the new club, Fantasia.
Many of his friends, especially Tyler, had told him to not get so wrapped up in
this man, but how could he not? Even though he didn’t know much about the man,
he’d long ago fallen in love with him from afar, and the fact that London
expressed some interest in him made him happier that he’d never given up his
dream of meeting him.
definitely taken effect. Brandon cupped his arm around London’s as if they were
dating and relaxed so much he started seductively touching his desired man’s
shoulders and even running an arm around his waist without giving it a second
thought. He really didn’t realize that he might be annoying London or making
him worry. In his mind, because London showed a genuine interest, he couldn’t
take issue with Brandon’s flirts.
to an older couple of investors, Brandon pulled him against the wall by the
bathroom. The young artist ran his hand over London’s head and shoulders and
gazed into his brown eyes. “London, I hope I’m not bothering you.”
club owner pushed his heavy body against Brandon. “I love that you’re finally
struggled for the right words. “We just met and I wonder am I coming on too
babe, not at all. I really like you, Brandon.” The entrepreneur gripped the
artist’s waist. “You go on with the touching and flirting. I don’t mind at all.
In fact…” London twirled Brandon’s curls around his fingertips. “I’d like a
his arms around London’s neck. Thank goodness the man he loved wasn’t annoyed
by his affections. He bit his lip and locked eyes with the man once again.
“More, as in…?”
choke out. “You pulled me over here so please love, don’t stop now.”
do as he’d wanted for years. He straightened himself and shrugged his
shoulders. The scent from London, a mixture of his cologne and the Cristal,
infiltrated his nostrils. The artist ran his hands from his biceps to the small
of his back. The space closed between them with each move. Brandon slowly
licked his lips. “I really want this, London.”
still pressing himself against Brandon’s body. “I know we just met, but damn.”
smiled. His fingers danced on the back of London’s neck, toying with his brown
strands. Brandon moved slightly forward, opening his mouth to accept London’s.
Lightly, he kissed him and felt the instant adrenaline shoot from his lips to
his nipples, causing them to harden under his cotton shirt, and making his cock
stand at attention. His jewels drew up against his body. The goose bumps appeared
on his flesh. Just that small kiss made so much happen in such a short period
that. Just like a dream come true with the fireworks going off in his brain,
his hormones going into overdrive along with all the noises, waking him up and
making him realize just how real this was.
the wall. “That was so—”
close again. “I want more. Don’t be so tentative, Brandon.” The older man
pressed his lips against Brandon’s, sending more shocks to his system. Breaths
labouring from the fiery embrace, the young artist accepted, feeling his
desired man’s cock mating with his own. “Jesus.”
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