AUTHOR: Lily Adile Lamb
COVER ARTIST: Melissa Bell
LENGTH: 32,800 words approx
GENRE: Contemporary, M/M, Interracial Romance
RELEASE DATE: March 02, 2016
BLURB: It has been weeks since Curtis first saw the young waiter with the haunted eyes. No matter how often he went to the café to find the right opportunity to introduce himself, that moment simply did not come that quickly. Joseph was aware of the gentle giant who quietly came to have his lunch and then left day after day. Fearing his father’s wrath and under his ever watchful eyes, he made no moves nor overtures. Until one day when the other man approaches to him… Hope can turn to love... interracial love
It made his heart heavy to think people might’ve noticed his behavior, and were thinking that he was creepy. Who wanted to be known as a creepy stalker-bear guy?
He prayed that he was being subtle, and hoped he wasn’t receiving any speculative looks from anyone. But he really had to make a decision soon—either strike up a conversation with the guy, or stop coming for lunch and torturing himself.
There he was, wiping a table for a couple of customers. He was wearing the same style of clothes as before. The jeans he wore looked old and frayed, but they hugged his cute little ass as he bent over and took a swipe at the table with a damp rag. When he stood up, it was obvious the shirt was as old as the jeans. It was thinned to nearly nothing from frequent laundering. It was so transparent, it could have been made of gauze, and Curtis could see the guy’s ribs.
Curtis didn’t even realize he stood stock-still, staring at the man, until his eyes caught the old man at the cashier’s desk, glaring at him with a clenched jaw. His deep frown made Curtis’s cheeks burn. He looked at his phone and checked for messages, but still furtively watched the waiter. He saw the expression he’d come to recognize as sadness, but this time, there was more to it. He looked like a man who’d lost all hope. He was also limping and dragged his feet at times.
Is he injured? Why does he look like he’s in despair? Fuck. What’s happening in his life? Curtis wondered if something bad had happened to him.
Tired of standing, he took a seat and switched his Kindle on.
That's it. I’m going to talk to him today. Curtis made the decision as he rubbed his hand on his thigh, his appetite deserting him at the thought. I’ll wait until an opportunity arises. In the meantime, he went back to reading his Kindle.
“Excuse me, did you order the Teriyaki Chicken?” a hoarse voice asked.
“Oh, yes. That's what I ordered. Thanks, and I’m so sorry for not waiting… I forgot. You know.” Curtis tried to look innocent as he stared at the man’s face. “Hey, are you okay? I noticed you’re limping?” Curtis asked to start his long-desired chat.
The man nodded. “Yes. I twisted my ankle yesterday.” His lips smiled, but his eyes were dull and red as if he’d been crying.
Who hurts him? Fuck, there’s something seriously wrong with this guy, Curtis thought with a heavy heart.
“Oh. Okay. Hope you'll feel better soon.” Curtis smiled, rubbing his chest as if he was in pain.
When the waiter blushed at Curtis’s gaze, he felt a rush of heat all over his body, and his breathing picked up a notch. He thought the guy’s blush was a positive hint that he might also be aware of Curtis.
He prayed that he was being subtle, and hoped he wasn’t receiving any speculative looks from anyone. But he really had to make a decision soon—either strike up a conversation with the guy, or stop coming for lunch and torturing himself.
There he was, wiping a table for a couple of customers. He was wearing the same style of clothes as before. The jeans he wore looked old and frayed, but they hugged his cute little ass as he bent over and took a swipe at the table with a damp rag. When he stood up, it was obvious the shirt was as old as the jeans. It was thinned to nearly nothing from frequent laundering. It was so transparent, it could have been made of gauze, and Curtis could see the guy’s ribs.
Curtis didn’t even realize he stood stock-still, staring at the man, until his eyes caught the old man at the cashier’s desk, glaring at him with a clenched jaw. His deep frown made Curtis’s cheeks burn. He looked at his phone and checked for messages, but still furtively watched the waiter. He saw the expression he’d come to recognize as sadness, but this time, there was more to it. He looked like a man who’d lost all hope. He was also limping and dragged his feet at times.
Is he injured? Why does he look like he’s in despair? Fuck. What’s happening in his life? Curtis wondered if something bad had happened to him.
Tired of standing, he took a seat and switched his Kindle on.
That's it. I’m going to talk to him today. Curtis made the decision as he rubbed his hand on his thigh, his appetite deserting him at the thought. I’ll wait until an opportunity arises. In the meantime, he went back to reading his Kindle.
“Excuse me, did you order the Teriyaki Chicken?” a hoarse voice asked.
“Oh, yes. That's what I ordered. Thanks, and I’m so sorry for not waiting… I forgot. You know.” Curtis tried to look innocent as he stared at the man’s face. “Hey, are you okay? I noticed you’re limping?” Curtis asked to start his long-desired chat.
The man nodded. “Yes. I twisted my ankle yesterday.” His lips smiled, but his eyes were dull and red as if he’d been crying.
Who hurts him? Fuck, there’s something seriously wrong with this guy, Curtis thought with a heavy heart.
“Oh. Okay. Hope you'll feel better soon.” Curtis smiled, rubbing his chest as if he was in pain.
When the waiter blushed at Curtis’s gaze, he felt a rush of heat all over his body, and his breathing picked up a notch. He thought the guy’s blush was a positive hint that he might also be aware of Curtis.
Lily believes that an individual's gender identity and expression is influenced by many factors including but not limited to culture, religion, social restrictions, custom and beliefs...this makes one's gender very diverse and fluid.
Lily is actively involved with Marriage Equality and stands by the same sex couples who want to have children.
Lily especially thanks her husband with all her heart for his endless patience, love and support. He is the love of her life and apple of her eye....he is the home she goes to at the end of a hard day at work.
Lily Adile was born in Ankara, Turkey and then worked in other countries. She visits her family in Turkey regularly and travels to Singapore to visit the other family members.
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