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Title: The Secrets We Keep
Author: Rick R. Reed
Publisher: NineStar Press
Release Date: July 6, 2020
Heat Level: 3 - Some Sex
Pairing: Male/Male
Length: 61200
Genre: Contemporary, LGBTQIA+, MM romance, family drama, age-gap, men over 40, celebrities, family estrangement
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Synopsis
Jasper Warren is a happy-go-lucky young
man in spite of the tragedy that’s marred his life. He’s on a road to nowhere
with his roommate, Lacy, whom he adores, and a dead-end retail job in Chicago.
man in spite of the tragedy that’s marred his life. He’s on a road to nowhere
with his roommate, Lacy, whom he adores, and a dead-end retail job in Chicago.
And then everything changes in a single
night. Though Jasper doesn’t know it, his road is going somewhere after all.
This time when tragedy strikes, it brings with it Lacy’s older, wealthy, sexy
uncle Rob. Despite the heart-wrenching circumstances, an immediate connection
forms between the two men.
night. Though Jasper doesn’t know it, his road is going somewhere after all.
This time when tragedy strikes, it brings with it Lacy’s older, wealthy, sexy
uncle Rob. Despite the heart-wrenching circumstances, an immediate connection
forms between the two men.
But the secrets between them test their
attraction. Will their revelations destroy the bloom of new love… or encourage
it to grow?
attraction. Will their revelations destroy the bloom of new love… or encourage
it to grow?
Excerpt
The Secrets We Keep
Rick R. Reed © 2020
All Rights Reserved
Prologue
“Hey! I don’t think you should go
through that,” Rob said, barely audible because he didn’t want his fear to
show. He sucked in a breath and clutched his suitcase close to him, as though
it were a child—or a flotation device. Or a boy he loved and didn’t want to
lose…
through that,” Rob said, barely audible because he didn’t want his fear to
show. He sucked in a breath and clutched his suitcase close to him, as though
it were a child—or a flotation device. Or a boy he loved and didn’t want to
lose…
The water spread out on the road under
the overpass like a black mirror. It could have been a few inches deep or a few
feet. From just a visual, there was no way to gauge how deep it was. No person
with any sense would drive into it.
the overpass like a black mirror. It could have been a few inches deep or a few
feet. From just a visual, there was no way to gauge how deep it was. No person
with any sense would drive into it.
His Uber driver, a sallow-complexioned
man in his forties wearing a black baseball cap, gave out a low whistle. “We’ll
be okay,” he said cheerfully, with a confidence Rob simply didn’t have. “Just
sit back and let me worry. We’ll be fine.”
man in his forties wearing a black baseball cap, gave out a low whistle. “We’ll
be okay,” he said cheerfully, with a confidence Rob simply didn’t have. “Just
sit back and let me worry. We’ll be fine.”
Rob wished he had the nerve to speak up,
to command, “No! Don’t! Just turn around.” After all, this driver was putting
them both in danger. But he felt like protesting would make him seem insane or,
at the very least, silly. So what’s worse, he wondered, seeming crazy or
drowning? He cursed himself for the ridiculous lengths he went to so as to
avoid confrontation.
to command, “No! Don’t! Just turn around.” After all, this driver was putting
them both in danger. But he felt like protesting would make him seem insane or,
at the very least, silly. So what’s worse, he wondered, seeming crazy or
drowning? He cursed himself for the ridiculous lengths he went to so as to
avoid confrontation.
A thunderclap as loud as an explosion
sounded then, and Rob swore the black Lincoln Continental shuddered under its
vibration. Lightning turned the dark, cloud-choked dawn skies bright white for
an instant, as though day had peeked in, seen the weather, and then ducked back
out.
sounded then, and Rob swore the black Lincoln Continental shuddered under its
vibration. Lightning turned the dark, cloud-choked dawn skies bright white for
an instant, as though day had peeked in, seen the weather, and then ducked back
out.
“This baby can get through it,” the
driver said, giving the car a little more gas.
driver said, giving the car a little more gas.
Rob tightened his lips to a single line
and furrowed his brows as his driver set off into the small lake stretching out
before them. As the driver moved completely under the overpass, the drumming
sound of the rain on the roof suddenly ceased, and the silence was like the
intake of a breath.
and furrowed his brows as his driver set off into the small lake stretching out
before them. As the driver moved completely under the overpass, the drumming
sound of the rain on the roof suddenly ceased, and the silence was like the
intake of a breath.
“C’mon, c’mon,” the driver urged almost
under his breath as he sallied farther into the water, giving the car more gas.
under his breath as he sallied farther into the water, giving the car more gas.
Even before the engine started to whine
in protest, Rob knew they were in trouble by the way the water parted to admit
the Lincoln. Waves sloshed by on either side.
in protest, Rob knew they were in trouble by the way the water parted to admit
the Lincoln. Waves sloshed by on either side.
Rob thought again he should speak
up—like maybe to suggest that the driver could attempt to back up—but held his
tongue. The guy was a professional, right? He knew what he was doing.
up—like maybe to suggest that the driver could attempt to back up—but held his
tongue. The guy was a professional, right? He knew what he was doing.
They’d be okay.
And the driver continued, deeper and
deeper into the water standing so treacherously beneath the overpass.
deeper into the water standing so treacherously beneath the overpass.
The engine made a lowing sound, like a
cow’s moo, as the flood rose up the sides of the vehicle.
cow’s moo, as the flood rose up the sides of the vehicle.
Rob gasped as brackish, foul-smelling
water covered his loafered feet, pouring in through the small spaces around the
doors.
water covered his loafered feet, pouring in through the small spaces around the
doors.
The driver eyed him in the rearview
mirror. There was a defeat in his voice as he said, “You better open your door
and get out while you can.”
mirror. There was a defeat in his voice as he said, “You better open your door
and get out while you can.”
Rob wondered, for only a moment, why he
would want to. Then it struck him with the adrenaline-fueled clarity born of
panic that if he didn’t open his door now, he might never get another chance.
The rising water and its pressure would make it impossible to open the door.
would want to. Then it struck him with the adrenaline-fueled clarity born of
panic that if he didn’t open his door now, he might never get another chance.
The rising water and its pressure would make it impossible to open the door.
If it wasn’t already too late…
Rob leaned over and pressed against the
door. The engine stalled at that moment, and his driver reached for his own
door handle up front.
door. The engine stalled at that moment, and his driver reached for his own
door handle up front.
For a brief moment that caused his heart
to drum fast, Rob feared his door wouldn’t open. He slid over and leaned
against it with his shoulder pressed against the black leather, grunting.
to drum fast, Rob feared his door wouldn’t open. He slid over and leaned
against it with his shoulder pressed against the black leather, grunting.
The door held and then suddenly gave
way.
way.
Granted access, water rushed into the
vehicle. The icy current rose up, covering his ankles and his calves. It was
almost over his knees when he managed to slide from the Lincoln.
vehicle. The icy current rose up, covering his ankles and his calves. It was
almost over his knees when he managed to slide from the Lincoln.
Outside the car, he stood. The water
rose up almost to his neck. He felt nothing, only a kind of numbness and
wonder. His driver was already sloshing forward toward the pearly light at the
other side of the overpass. He didn’t give Rob so much as a backward glance.
rose up almost to his neck. He felt nothing, only a kind of numbness and
wonder. His driver was already sloshing forward toward the pearly light at the
other side of the overpass. He didn’t give Rob so much as a backward glance.
Rob started moving against the water,
wondering what might be swimming in it.
wondering what might be swimming in it.
Thunder grumbled and then cracked again.
The lightning flared, brilliant white, once more. And the rain poured down even
harder.
The lightning flared, brilliant white, once more. And the rain poured down even
harder.
He looked back for a moment at the
Lincoln Continental, thinking about his TUMI bag on the seat. There was no hope
for that now!
Lincoln Continental, thinking about his TUMI bag on the seat. There was no hope
for that now!
He slogged through the water and
progressed steadily forward, feeling like a refugee in some third-world
country, bound for freedom. In his head he heard the swell of inspirational
music.
progressed steadily forward, feeling like a refugee in some third-world
country, bound for freedom. In his head he heard the swell of inspirational
music.
After what seemed like an hour, but was
really only about five minutes, Rob reached dry land at the end of the
overpass, where the entrance ramp veered upward toward the highway. Cars
whizzed by, sending up sprays of water, the motorists oblivious.
really only about five minutes, Rob reached dry land at the end of the
overpass, where the entrance ramp veered upward toward the highway. Cars
whizzed by, sending up sprays of water, the motorists oblivious.
His driver eyed him but said nothing. He
was out of breath.
was out of breath.
Rob stood in the rain and remembered his
iPhone in the front pocket of his khakis. He pulled it out, thinking to call
for help. But when he pressed the Home button, the screen briefly illuminated
and then blinked out, the picture of an ocean wave crashing toward the shore
first skewing weirdly, then vanishing.
iPhone in the front pocket of his khakis. He pulled it out, thinking to call
for help. But when he pressed the Home button, the screen briefly illuminated
and then blinked out, the picture of an ocean wave crashing toward the shore
first skewing weirdly, then vanishing.
“Shit,” he whispered and then replaced
the phone in his soaking-wet pants pocket.
the phone in his soaking-wet pants pocket.
He needn’t have worried about calling
for help, however, because it seemed the universe had done it for him. On the
other side of the overpass, a fire truck, lights on but no siren, pulled up to
the water’s edge. Then two police cruisers. And finally, surprisingly, a news
van with a satellite antenna on top brought up the rear.
for help, however, because it seemed the universe had done it for him. On the
other side of the overpass, a fire truck, lights on but no siren, pulled up to
the water’s edge. Then two police cruisers. And finally, surprisingly, a news
van with a satellite antenna on top brought up the rear.
The rest was kind of a blur. Through a
bullhorn, one of the firemen advised them to come back toward them but to use
the median instead of slogging through the flood. The concrete divider was only
a few inches above the sloshing water.
bullhorn, one of the firemen advised them to come back toward them but to use
the median instead of slogging through the flood. The concrete divider was only
a few inches above the sloshing water.
Somehow, Rob and his driver managed a
tightrope walk across the lake the underpass had become, balancing on the
concrete divider.
tightrope walk across the lake the underpass had become, balancing on the
concrete divider.
When they reached the other side, one of
the newscasters, a guy in a red rain slicker, stuck a microphone in his face
and asked him to tell him what happened. Was he afraid? Stunned, Rob shook his
head and moved toward the cop cars. Behind him, he could hear the driver
talking to the reporter.
the newscasters, a guy in a red rain slicker, stuck a microphone in his face
and asked him to tell him what happened. Was he afraid? Stunned, Rob shook his
head and moved toward the cop cars. Behind him, he could hear the driver
talking to the reporter.
At the first police car, a uniformed
officer got out from behind the steering wheel. She shut the door behind her
and held a hand above the bill of her cap to further shield her from the rain.
She was young, maybe midtwenties, with short black hair and a stout and sturdy
build.
officer got out from behind the steering wheel. She shut the door behind her
and held a hand above the bill of her cap to further shield her from the rain.
She was young, maybe midtwenties, with short black hair and a stout and sturdy
build.
“You okay, sir?”
Rob nodded. “Yeah, I guess.” He smiled.
“Didn’t expect a swim this early in the morning.”
“Didn’t expect a swim this early in the morning.”
The officer didn’t laugh. “Where were
you headed? We might be able to take you, or at the very least, we can summon a
taxi for you.”
you headed? We might be able to take you, or at the very least, we can summon a
taxi for you.”
And Rob opened his mouth to say, “To the
airport” and then shut it again.
airport” and then shut it again.
One thought stood out in his head. I
could have drowned. He looked toward the Lincoln, which was filled now with
water up to the middle of the windshield.
could have drowned. He looked toward the Lincoln, which was filled now with
water up to the middle of the windshield.
“Sir? You need us to get you somewhere?”
Rob debated, thinking of a young man,
perhaps out in this same rain, getting almost as drenched as he was. He opened
his mouth again to speak, unsure of how he could or should answer her question.
perhaps out in this same rain, getting almost as drenched as he was. He opened
his mouth again to speak, unsure of how he could or should answer her question.
What he said now could very well
determine the course of the rest of his life.
determine the course of the rest of his life.
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Meet the Author
Real Men. True Love.Rick R. Reed is an award-winning and bestselling author of more than fifty works of published fiction. He is a Lambda Literary Award finalist. Entertainment Weekly has described his work as “heartrending and sensitive.” Lambda Literary has called him: “A writer that doesn’t disappoint…” Find him at www.rickrreedreality.blogspot.com. Rick lives in Palm Springs, CA, with his husband, Bruce, and their fierce Chihuahua/Shiba Inu mix, Kodi.
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