“Elaine White grew up in a small town on the east coast of Scotland. She is an author of paranormal romance, crime and MM romance.
Fighting cancer in her early teens taught her that life is short and dreams should be pursued. She lives vicariously through her independent, and often hellion characters, while living comfortably at home with a pack of wolves cleverly disguised as one standard poodle.
A self-professed geek, Elaine has fallen in love with the research linked with her novels. The more obscure the better. She has recently delved into reading and writing MM romance/erotica and is now a happy addict of the genre.”
Nineteen-year-old, Declan, is finished with school and a year of college. With nothing better to do, he spends his first few days of summer on a gay chatroom, making an unexpected connection with twenty-year-old hottie Haiden. But can a few months of letters, internet chats and face-to-face conversations on their webcams, really justify meeting in person? And what will Declan do when he discovers that Haiden isn’t exactly as human as he appears?
“By the time the plan arrival, on a beautiful sandy beach, three hours later, Declan was close to hyperventilating. He didn’t know if he’d done the right thing, trusting Haiden and going to meet him, but the more he spoke to Kelton, on the flight, the more convinced he was that he should go home.
It had all seemed so romantic and sweet, when he talked it over with Haiden. But now he could see the truth. He was a nineteen-year-old teenager, who was still a virgin; a fact that he had neglected to share with Haiden, from embarrassment. Now he was on Haiden’s very own private island and it was very unlikely that he would still be a virgin by nightfall.
Declan stalled, as he turned on the hot sand, to take his bags from Kelton. The guy was standing inside the plan, as he handed his last bag over and he had an awful sinking feeling in his gut. “Wait, you’re not coming?” He asked, putting one bag over his shoulder, while holding the other.
“Nope. I live on the mainland just across the water.” He replied, with a smile that said he knew how disappointed he was. “Don’t worry, Haiden can get in touch with me easily enough, if anything happens. I can get across the water in less than an hour.” Kelton promised, handing him the piece of paper he’d been doodling on, during the flight.
“But what if something happens to Haiden or I need you?” He asked, panicking, as he took the paper. To his dismay, it was a makeshift map of the island, detailing where Haiden’s house was and how to get there.
Kelton laughed at him, without any hint of remorse and closed the door on the small plane.
Declan was raging mad at himself, for putting himself in this position. He kicked the sand, as he watched the pilot take off and fly Kelton across to another island, in the near distance.
Now he really was alone. On an island that belonged to his boyfriend, who he barely knew. Who was the sole occupant of the island, and planned to take his virginity tonight.
Suddenly, Declan felt small and young; too small and young to deal with this. He looked down at the map, cursing Kelton for leaving him alone. With nowhere else to go, he looked at his surroundings, identified the path to the house and started walking.
It took ten minutes of trudging through sand, long grass and pushing aside tree branches on the neglected path, before Declan reached Haiden’s house. He actually wondered if his boyfriend was here, or when he’d last used that path. How had someone got through this jungle, without breaking a tree branch or leaving any marks?
Declan shook off his thoughts, convinced himself there was a back entrance and focused on the house. It was expensive; that was the first thing he noticed. He guessed it would have cost around a cool million, to build such a thing; glass walls, expensive furniture, with a pool on the entire left side of the house.
Knowing that he’d made a mistake showing up, Declan’s hand shook a little, as he shrugged his bag over his shoulder and knocked on the front door.
Haiden opened the door, before he’d finished his second knock. He looked so hot, standing there in just a pair of shorts, that hung low on his hips. The regret of showing up faded a little, as he saw that sexy smile, that was all for him.
“Declan,” he breathed out, as if he’d been waiting forever for him. Haiden cupped his neck and pulled him into a hot kiss, that he was more than willing to reciprocate.
He kissed back heatedly, savouring the taste of his mouth, in their first kiss together.
Haiden took the bag from his hand and threw it away, then did the same with the one around his shoulder.
Declan broke the kiss and was going to make a protest, about his precious computer, when he noticed that the bags, rather miraculously, landed on the soft sofa.
As soon as he was kissed again, he responded, happy to keep walking as Haiden swung the door shut behind him and backed into the living room. He could feel the coolness of the tiled floor, radiating over the top of his flip flops, as he walked into the room. It was a nice reprieve from the scorching heat of the sand.
Declan wound his fingers into Haiden’s hair, addicted to the taste of his mouth, already.
The moment he felt Haiden’s hand on his skin, pushing beneath his t-shirt, all he cared about was getting his boyfriend naked.
Declan did his best to help undress them, but Haiden’s hands seemed to be anywhere and everywhere, doing it all for him, as they traded tongues. This was by far the best kiss he’d ever had; it sent little shots of electricity licking over his skin, that made him desperate for more.
Haiden sighed, as he broke the kiss.
He smiled and was about to say something about the need and utter relief in his voice, when his boyfriend sank to his knees, to leave a trail of kisses down his chest. It felt incredible and he was rendered speechless by the urgency. Haiden needed him as badly as he needed his boyfriend; nothing else mattered but that.”