Welcome to Stealing Serenity, a stand alone, erotic contemporary M/M romantic suspense. This novella is releasing one scene/day (weekdays) on the blog ahead of publication. All chapters will be available for free until the book is published, then they’ll be removed. If you simply can’t wait, the complete ebook is available now on the webstore. Paperback and Subtle Cover alternate coming soon. Expected publication: July 5th
July 13, Wednesday—6:07 a.m.
1276 Howard Ave, Apt 221
Safe house 4
Around six in the morning, Daniel woke to a buzz from his phone. He pulled it off the nightstand. An alert said simply: Connected. Kearin had gotten into work early. Of course he was a morning person.
Daniel dragged himself out of bed and shook the mouse of his desktop. His screen looked nothing like the scattered mess of folders and files he knew. Instead, he saw Kearin’s mouse flick across a background as sparse as his desk. Good. The small device he’d planted last night was transmitting Kearin’s computer screen to his. Daniel was recording the entire thing which meant he could go into work today without worrying he might miss something important. Tonight he could review all the footage. Daniel shrunk the peeping tom window, verified his program was copying data as intended, and headed for the kitchen to start his day.
He microwaved a bowl of oatmeal and debated briefly between orange juice or milk. He went with the juice. A simple breakfast for the simple role he played: Daniel Mason lived in mid-century renovated apartments, had an OKCupid profile, a couple of high school friends on Facebook, and liked to eat at the Chinese place a few blocks down the road. He paid his taxes on time, had a boring list of office jobs on his resume, and had never traveled out of the country.
Daniel was a persona, one of several dozen, that he could pull on at will. A costume with a set history and mannerisms, everything from social connections to a paper trail. But Daniel was more than just a role for a play, he became Daniel, because he was Daniel. Like a method actor who never left character.
So while he ate a bowl of oatmeal, it didn’t cross Daniel’s mind if he even liked oatmeal. This was the breakfast he had every morning and that was that.
On his way out, Daniel swung by the laptop to check his program and nearly spat his coffee all over the desk. Kearin was surfing porn at work. Daniel sat down. A toned blond man stretched across Kearin’s screen, bound head to toe in complicated ropes. His eyes looked angry, but his erection said something was going right. It was shocking to see. Kearin simply hadn’t struck Daniel as a particularly sexually driven person. And knowing what drove people was a specialty of his. It was easiest to con people when Daniel gave them what they wanted.
The image panned and another one took its place. The same man, different knots. What was going through Kearin’s head? Daniel would have given up an entire storage unit of stolen goods just to know a fraction of the thoughts Kearin kept locked up inside. He was a stoic man on the best days, and completely focused. Another image panned across the screen. Another. They were all of the same man. Kearin wasn’t surfing for porn; he was collecting sets of it.
Of course. This had to be related to that gallery showing Daniel had attended a few months ago. Kearin had curated the photographs. This must be a new model that had submitted their portfolio. Frankly, it didn’t have the same feel at all. Too aggressive.
Snorting to himself, Daniel thumbed his monitor off and walked away. Was he a connoisseur of porn, now? But the images spun on repeat in his head the entire trip to work.
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