Thursday, 19 November 2015

Heartthrob Wants Man to Love (MM)

Heartthrob Wants Man to Love (MM)
by Cara Adams (A Man to Love book 4)

The Hill family is in Hawaii to celebrate Storm and Cruz’s marriage. But some people aren’t paying attention to the powdered-sugar sand and turquoise ocean at Lanikai Beach, Oahu.
Stuart Harris has no job and no home. Axl threw him out of his condo when he fell in love with Charles, and no one wants to employ a single father of a newborn child. Stuart’s going to have to let someone else claim his precious infant daughter, Kathleen, because he can’t provide for her. He longs to take his treasured child home but time is almost up.
Jude Hill sees his despair and talks to him. Stuart’s pain is so intense Jude knows he can’t just be a conman, and asks to meet Kathleen and the surrogacy company. He’s determined to help and involves the entire Hill family in rescuing Kathleen and Stuart. But can such a hasty arrangement even work? Will everyone adjust to it?

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Jude Hill kept his gaze firmly on the hand clutching his drink. It seemed as though every time he looked up, every female in the entire state of Hawaii tried to come on to him. He cursed his golden blond hair and bright blue eyes and his clean-cut all-American good looks. He felt like asking someone to paint a sign for him to carry saying, “I’m gay!” and was just about frustrated enough to do it. Although he supposed the women would then try to convert him instead of leaving him alone. If only a cute man started chasing him he might be interested. So many of his brothers had found their soul mates, and he hadn’t. And never would unless all these females would go the fuck away.
Jude sighed heavily. That was why he was here in Hawaii in the first place. His brother Storm and Storm’s fiancé, Cruz, were getting married on Wednesday, and the entire family had come to Lanikai Beach, Oahu, to celebrate. It seemed as if, between them, they’d filled up half the hotel. Jude, his five brothers, three of them with partners, his parents, and his little sister and her two-month-old son. Even Cruz’s elderly parents were here. Between them all, they were quite a crowd, and so many men had drawn the attention of the ladies. The joke was that they were all gay. All six brothers, though not his sister Chris. However she still hadn’t completely gotten over the asshole idiot who’d gotten her pregnant and then tried to ruin her life. Right now her whole heart was focused on baby CC.
Jude wondered if he could pretend the kid was his. Maybe then the women would leave him alone. But that wouldn’t be fair to Christabelle. CC was hers and hers alone, although they all adored him. She wasn’t even his real sister. His oldest brother had found her being attacked in a park when she was pregnant and brought her home for their mother, a retired nurse, to care for. Seraphina had longed for a daughter all her life, and in no time at all, Chris had snuck into all their hearts, becoming their daughter and sister. CC was the grandchild Jude’s parents had longed for and had a veritable plethora of doting uncles.
Just then Chris walked toward him, holding a smiling CC in her arms. The baby was wearing a garment he’d just learned was called a rashie. He had no idea what the word was slang for, but the little blue suit was designed to prevent his delicate baby skin from sunburn. He’d pulled off his sunhat, though, and was holding it in his hand and crowing with laughter.
Chris slid into the seat beside him and tried to put the baby’s hat back on one-handed.
“Let me.”
“Real men wear their sunhats, CC. You really won’t like it if you end up with a burned nose.” He tied the blue ribbons under CC’s dimpled chin as he spoke, and the baby observed him seriously. Jude didn’t know how much CC understood, but he made no attempt to pull the hat off immediately.
“What would you like to drink?” he asked Chris.
“Just a soda please. Sprite if they have it.”
He nodded. For a moment he’d forgotten she was still only eighteen, not legally allowed to drink, although he supposed everyone would turn a blind eye when it came time to toast the grooms at the wedding.
He got himself another light beer as well as Chris’s Sprite and was walking back from the bar when he noticed a very attractive man with red-brown hair sitting under a beach umbrella. At first he thought the man was staring at Chris. She was beautiful. Still too thin to his mind but not frail looking, as she’d been when she’d first moved into their house. Right now, dressed in a sarong in shades of purple, mauve, and lilac, with purple flip-flops and matching purple fingernails and toenails, she was well worth gazing at.
But the man wasn’t looking at her. He was staring at CC, almost inhaling every tiny move the baby made. For a moment Jude wondered if he was a pedophile or kidnapper until he saw the tears shining in the man’s eyes.
Oh shit. Had the man recently had his own infant die? How tragic.

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