Nate and the New Yorker
Nate and Cameron, Book 1
Author: Kevin Klehr
Publisher: NineStar Press
Release Date: May 1, 2017
Heat Level: 1 - No Sex
Pairing: Male/Male
Length: 23300
Genre: Contemporary, cisgender, contemporary, cross-dressing, depression, gay, grief, long distance relationship, non-explicit, paranormal, reunited, romance, vacation
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Synopsis
Cameron has it all. He’s rich, lives in Manhattan, and even has a cross-dressing butler. But then he meets Nate, an Australian who’s bitter about love. Cameron is determined to turn this realist into a dreamer by sharing his world of classy restaurants, Broadway shows, and fabulous parties. And while Nate’s friends see the makings of a fantasy romance, it’s Nate who has to learn that in order to open his heart, he has to face a painful secret.Excerpt
Nate and the New YorkerKevin Klehr
© 2017 All Rights Reserved
Trailer: https://youtu.be/p3zjFttpjXc
Both Cameron and I had Hawaiian shirts
to wear, while Rowena sported a tie-dyed sarong and an afro wig. And around us,
interesting guests wore chic little skirts, James Dean–style jackets, hippie
gear, and mod wear.
“You haven’t introduced me yet,” said a middle-aged
woman to Cameron. Her rust-colored coat had a masculine cut. Yet she elegantly
held a long-stemmed cigarette holder with something that smelled very much like
a joint burning on the end.
“Sorry,” said my charming American.
“This is my friend, Nathan. And this well-dressed lady is my aunt Beverley.”
“Nice to meet you,” I said.
She took my hand and kissed it. “I hope
you don’t think me too forward; it’s just that you’ve got such fascinating
features.”
“My aunt likes to flirt.”
“It runs in the family,” she replied.
She gave me a measured wink. “Now, nephew, where have you been hiding this
handsome Englishman?”
“I’m Australian.”
“It’s your accent. I never can tell the
difference.”
“I need you!” yelled a girl in a flower
necklace. She was the drummer of the band and was addressing our host.
“It’s time,” Cameron said.
“Time for what?” I asked.
He kissed me on the cheek and then
headed for the microphone stand.
“You’re in for a treat,” whispered Aunt
Beverley, her voice raspy from years of smoking.
“He sings?” I asked.
“He sings,” she replied.
A laid-back strum of the bass guitar
started the song, followed by a drum beat. Then the vocal. And before I knew
it, I was being serenaded in front of a room full of acquaintances. But, wow!
What a unique experience.
“I’ve never seen him go out on a limb
for someone like this before,” said his aunt.
I smiled politely, then closed my eyes.
He was crooning. His honey voice made my soul rise out of my body and search
for a dream. And in the hip nightclub that appeared in my mind, he wore a gray
suit with a crimson tie, standing tall in front of the trumpet section who were
waiting for their cue. And I was the only one in the club.
“Where are you?” asked Aunt Beverley in
a low tone.
I wanted to say I was in love but
stopped myself. I realized it was rude to have my eyes closed during Cam’s
song. I opened them. He had me in his sights. I wanted to jump into the waves
on his Hawaiian shirt and end up on a deserted island with just him and me.
“Would you like a toke of my cigarette,
Nathan?”
“No, thank you. I think the fumes have
already hit me.”
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