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home with the gorgeous bartender is the perfect way to celebrate. And he thought he d gotten away clean
until the picture in the paper shocks him into reality. Was Josh really just playing& or playing him for a
fool?
Trust isn t big on their list right now, but as their worlds fall apart, it s all they have. At least until
they figure out who took the picture. And why&
Warning: Hot manlove, gratuitous licking of tattoos and dealing with stalking paparazzi.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Tabloid Star:
Josh got there before Ry could land the punch he was swinging.  Hey, guys, can I get you something
to drink?
Bill s hazy blue eyes met his with a smirk.  Yeah, liquid courage might help my friend get lucky
tonight.
Ignoring the sarcastic tone in Bill s voice, Josh made a point of checking Ry out. He admitted to
himself he liked what he saw. Ry was tall with a lean muscular build, more like a runner than a weight
lifter. The baseball cap Ry wore made it hard to tell what color his hair was and the sunglasses hid the color
of his eyes, but his tight black jeans and dark blue T-shirt gave Josh a hint at Ry s body. Josh s cock
twitched, interested even though Josh didn t tend to take customers home.
 Well, I don t know about needing any liquid courage. If your friend s looking for something, I m
sure he could find it quite easily here.
Josh winked at Ry and a surprised grin crossed the man s face. Shaking his head, Bill nudged Ry with
his shoulder.
 See, I said you could have anyone you wanted in this club. Why not live a little and celebrate? Bill
picked up his beer and gestured into the crowd.  I m going over to talk to that curvy redhead. I hope you
brought cab fare, buddy, because we won t be leaving together.
Ry scowled, but mumbled,  Go get her, stud, and don t worry. I have money.
They watched Bill weave his way through the crush of people until he disappeared. Josh looked back
at Ry to find the man studying him. Ry slid his sunglasses down and looked over them, tracing the length
of Josh s body. Josh swore he felt heat from each part of his skin those dark brown eyes touched. The
desire blazing in that glance told Josh Ry was looking for someone different than Bill was.
 You want something to drink? His question came out husky and he swallowed, trying to wet his
suddenly dry throat.
 Drink? Sure, I ll take a whiskey, neat.
Josh forced himself to walk away and grab a glass. He could feel Ry s gaze burning into his back as
the man eyed his ass. Taking a bottle of the top-shelf whiskey, he filled a high ball glass and handed it to
Ry, who slid his fingers along Josh s as he took the drink, shooting lust and blood to Josh s groin.
 Fuck, Josh whispered.
 Thanks. Ry s pink tongue peeked out, wetting his plump bottom lip and drawing Josh s attention to
it.
Josh groaned and adjusted his cock, searching for room in his too-tight jeans.  What exactly are you
looking for, honey? I ll be happy to accommodate you, but you have to be sure.
Ry checked him out again, his eyes lingering at the growing bulge at Josh s groin. Hesitation colored
Ry s words when he leaned forward and whispered,  I think you know what I m looking for.
He could tell Ry didn t pick up men often, or probably not at all by the way the man s gaze darted
away from him the moment he uttered that statement.
 Pete, can you handle it for ten minutes while I take my break? Josh didn t look away from Ry,
shouting his question over his shoulder toward the other bartender.
 Sure, Josh. I ve got it. The smile in Pete s voice told Josh his friend knew what was going on
between him and Ry.
He moved from behind the bar, gestured for Ry to follow him and made his way through the crowd
toward the back of the club. Josh hit the back exit door at almost a run, letting the metal door slam open as
he yanked Ry through the doorway. As the door shut, he pinned the man to the brick wall and kissed him.
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