“You sure aren’t.” His gaze clung to that startling face, all shiny skin, short-clipped black hair, and most startling of all, light hazel eyes. Brown you were expecting.”īobby let out a long sigh and sat up. “Ah, but I am.” The man-who couldn’t be more than twentysomething and clearly modeled for Jay-Z in his spare time-grinned, and craterous dimples appeared in what were otherwise lean cheeks. “Just lie still.” Deep, warm, and distinctly cultured, like ivy grew all over his voice.īobby breathed, then slowly lifted his arm and opened his eyes. Sat up too fast.” Bobby flopped an arm over his eyes. “Oh dear.” Two strong hands gripped his feet and slid them up where a table extension magically appeared.

He sat up fast, got light-headed, and fell back onto the table, closing his eyes against the suddenly blinding light. Slowly Bobby opened his eyes and caught a glimpse of the prettiest thing he’d ever seen. He needed to get better and call Valerie. He flopped over on his side with his legs still hanging off the table and closed his eyes. Jeez, even that didn’t sound good to him, and that never happened. In fact, they both used the lavender mixture now before they had sex. He’d been better in a couple of days and back up to his old tricks. had just given him some liquid lavender to drop into a carrier oil. Bobby had even come in when his butthole got irritated after one particularly wild weekend, and Dr. The guy was probably in his seventies, but they both liked that nothing really fazed him. Brown had been his and Robin’s doctor for two years. Brown will be right in.” Her head popped out and the door closed. Paolo harbors his own hidden pain that weirdly intersects with Robin’s, but pride and privacy conspire to produce what will either be a masterpiece-or end up as Dogs Playing Poker.“Poor dear. Then along comes Micah, a handsome doctor who’s attracted to Bobby but invites Robin out to try to please his homophobic brother, and Paolo, the pain-in-the-butt client who thinks he’s wooing Bobby when he’s actually after Robin. As different in style and personality as their DNA is identical, they’re nonetheless best friends who divide and conquer, with Robin doing the serious painting and Bobby adding the sunny salesmanship.īut when their most important client decides Bobby must wield the paintbrush, the brothers revert to childhood tactics and switch places. The McMillan twins, Robin and Bobby, are renowned for their talents-both as fine artists and for thrilling the various men who catch their eyes.

A Balls to the Wall RomanceDouble trouble.

Bleu Balls by Tara Lain