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Title: Turning His Life Around
Author: Grace R Duncan
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: Paul Richmond
Length: 240 Pages
Release Date: July 6, 2015
Blurb: When Kane Harris’s world turns upside down, his lifelong best friend is the only one to catch him.
Years ago, Ian Kelly accepted Kane would never return his love, since he knows Kane believes he’s incapable of it. Ian is willing to settle for what he can get—a best friend, sometimes casual lover, and occasional submissive. He's learned he can’t live without Kane, but he can’t let Kane know. Because when, not if, Kane confirms that Ian’s love will never be returned, Ian won’t be able to take it. But when Kane loses his job and asks Ian to step up their play to help him deal, Ian’s ability to hide his feelings falters. Then Kane starts his own computer security firm and asks Ian to join him, and Ian struggles further.
It’s not until they visit the exclusive BDSM club the Iron Door that things come to a head. Kane screws up big time, and he’s afraid he can’t fix it. He’s sure he’ll lose his best friend, his Dom, his everything… forever.
While you may think words will come easy after you finish reading a book , sometimes that is not the case. That happened when I read the last words of this book.
Not because the story was not good, but because I didn't know how to review it without spoiling it for all of you, yes ... that good.
In addition to that ... I have to say Ian and Kane's relationship started since they were kids and as adults just shifted to more ... much more.
When you share everything with your best friend, have doors open and honest mistakes happen things can be found to be harder.
Ian and Kane needed to learn how to be more ... how to complete the transition to full time lovers without compromising their friendship.
With that said, Ian does a great job of keeping it real and Kane needs to know if he can be all Ian needs him to be.
the 4.5 silver mouse keychain rating :)
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“Look, Kane, I don’t know how the data was stolen. But you’re in charge of our computer security. It’s your job.”
Kane held on to his patience with extreme care, but the hold was tenuous at best and fading fast. “I can’t force everyone in the company to follow the security protocols I put into place. Especially the idiot VPs who think it’s okay to shut down any damned thing running on their computers any time they feel like it. Or worse yet, the salesmen who think it’s just fine to loan their laptops to customers. Am I supposed to be there to keep them from doing that?”
“Can’t you lock them down?”
Kane shifted on his feet, pinching the bridge of his nose. “From what? From the salesmen themselves? Am I supposed to make it so they can’t use them too?”
“Well… what about a password?”
Kane’s hands went up into his shaggy black hair, refraining—just barely—from pulling it out. He had no idea how an idiot like this was ever put in charge of their IT department. No, that wasn’t true. He did know. Kane was fairly certain the man had fucked his way into the job. Kane’s boss had been giving him lewd looks since it was discovered that he was gay. Kane had kept it fairly quiet, for the simple fact his personal life was none of their damned business. But on a particularly bad day, Ian had come over at lunch to comfort him and they’d been caught kissing in the stairwell. Fucking office rumor mill.
He took a deep breath, trying again to scrabble around for some sort of calm, and dropped his hands. “The laptops already have passwords on them. If the salesmen unlock the damned machine, there’s nothing I can do. It’s called physical security. You know? The thing that everyone’s so fucking worried about here? Why we fucking get patted down going in and out of the fucking building?”
His boss stared at him, mouth hanging open, but no sound came out. He blinked a few times, then apparently realized he was gaping and snapped it closed. “So what are you going to do about this?”
Kane blinked at him. “Do? What am I going to do? This isn’t something I can do anything about! One of your salesmen gave his fucking laptop to a customer. A laptop that had not only his customer’s information on it, but the information for all of Amos Thackery Insurance’s customers. The damage is done! The best you can hope for is to get the data back, extract some kind of contract from the customer for silence, and apologize profusely to every goddamned customer that was affected!”
His boss drew himself up—well, the best the little rat could in the ridiculously large leather office chair. The man was so short his feet didn’t reach the floor, his bald head sported a bad comb-over, and his mustache put Kane in mind of bad seventies porn stars.
“I would appreciate it if you would watch your language, Mr. Harris. This is a professional office. When you’ve come up with a plan for how to salvage this situation, please bring it back to me. In the meantime, you are dismissed.”
Kane gaped at the man, his jaw nearly hitting the floor this time. “Plan? I just told you the only thing you can possibly do.”
“That is not a viable option. We must not let our customers know what has happened, and we can’t risk angering the customer that has the data. There must be some other way to handle this.”
“Fuck the customer. He should be lucky he doesn’t get thrown in jail.” Kane shook his head.
“That also is not a viable option. You caused this mess. I expect you to clean it up.” He turned his attention to his computer screen in dismissal.
Kane had enough. He leaned across the desk and grabbed the weasel by the ridiculously awful lime green polyester tie. “I will not clean up this mess. It’s not mine to clean up. In fact, while you’re cleaning up this mess that your salesman created, you can find yourself another computer security specialist. And in the meantime, you can curl into a little ball and stick the tiny little dick I know you have into your own mouth and suck it. Or better yet, go get sucked or fucked by the salesman who caused this, because it’s the only motherfucking thing you’re going to be able to get for a very long time.”
He spun around on his heel and stalked down the hallway to his office. He snatched up the anime figures he had on a shelf, the picture of him and Ian at their high school graduation, and left everything else. He spent nearly ten minutes fighting with security over his personal thumb drive until he finally convinced them to check it—and of course, they found nothing but his personal damned MP3s.
After a terse text to Ian saying he’d quit and would explain more later, he drove around the city aimlessly in his beat-up silver Honda Accord until he’d nearly run out of gas. He filled up the tank, kept driving, and found himself in one of the parking lots set up to overlook the bay, contemplating what he’d done.
There was a chance the company might come after him for their fuckup, but he really hoped not. With any luck someone higher up with brains would realize there was no way they could really pin it on him and do what they needed to do. He stayed there for quite a while, watching the sun start to descend, but after the fourth frantic text from Ian, he finally gave up and went home.
By that point all he’d wanted to do was crawl into bed and forget the whole damned day. It had been a stupid thing to do. Even if the economy wasn’t as bad in their little corner of the world as it was in other places, a computer security specialist position wasn’t exactly the most high-demand job. People found a good one and held on to them. Usually.
But instead of letting him crawl into bed, Ian had insisted holing up in his room wasn’t the answer and pulled out their club clothes—tight, well-faded jeans, the snug button-down, sleeveless shirts they both liked, left open on both ends so there were only a few buttons holding them closed, and the half boots. Kane had then replaced the retainers in his nose, ears, and eyebrows with the silver loops he liked and even grudgingly wore the chain Ian had given him for his birthday.
Then Ian had dragged him out to Decadence, the industrial club high on the hill overlooking the bay, and Kane had to admit he was glad for it. They’d spent the evening dancing, the pounding beats and heavy bass helping to clear his head. They’d lucked into it being one of the nights their best DJ was spinning, purple-spiked hair peeking over the top of the booth, so it was even better, the music shifting with the mood of the crowd.
He’d gotten nice and worked up, with enough alcohol in his system to flatten most people, though not him; he’d always been able to hold it well. Then he’d spent the night rubbing up against Ian’s body, the other bodies pressing in from other sides, the heat of the dance floor closing in, and the atmosphere of the iron-and-brick converted factory all working together to make him plenty fucking horny. At one point they’d damned near fucked right there in the middle of the crowd.
They’d just barely managed to escape to the garden outside the club before he was on his knees, Ian’s cock in his mouth. He’d taken his own dick into his hand and started stroking quickly, Ian’s taste making it go even faster. Neither of them had lasted long, and they only went unnoticed because there were plenty of other “fucks” and “goddamns” being heard throughout the cool evening air.
When all was said and done, he’d managed to not think about much at all until the following morning.
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Grace Duncan grew up with a wild imagination. She told stories from an early age – many of which got her into trouble. Eventually, she learned to channel that imagination into less troublesome areas, including fanfiction, which is what has led her to writing male/male erotica.
A gypsy in her own right, Grace has lived all over the United States. She has currently set up camp in East Texas with her husband and children – both the human and furry kind.
As one of those rare creatures who loves research, Grace can get lost for hours on the internet, reading up on any number of strange and different topics. She can also be found writing fanfiction, reading fantasy, crime, suspense, romance and other erotica or even dabbling in art.
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