Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 1

People were looking at me, but God knew I didn't want to go first. Maxine saved me, probably out of duty, I didn't know. She walked around behind that open gleaming casket, the one I'd not yet been able to bring myself to look inside.
    She cleared her throat, swallowed once, and flicked her eyes toward the coffin. Her expression was almost comical in the exaggerated way her eyebrows rose and her jaw dropped open. I followed her gaze, ignoring the murmurs and gasps from behind me.
    Sitting there in his dress uniform, his brow furrowed and blinking rapidly as he scanned the room was none other than Travis Boudreaux. Then his gaze fixed on me, his expression lost, hurt, scared…
    "Sam? What the fuck is going on?"
     
    THE END?
    Author bio: Laura Harner likes it hot, which helps explain why she ended up Arizona after living in such diverse places as Japan, New Orleans, Maine, and Florida. She once enjoyed hobbies such as gardening and travel. Now the characters in her head compel her to tell their stories to her readers, so she writes.
    Laura writes under the names L.E. Harner for her MMF ménage and MM erotica. Her titles include:
    Willow Springs Ranch Series: Ty Hard, Hold Tight (Coming July, 2012)
    Separate Ways Series (With Lisa Worrall): Continental Divide, Oceans Apart (Coming October, 2012)
    Three's Allowed Series (MMF): Whiteout, Rescued, Salvation, Forgiveness
    She writes under the name Laura E. Harner for everything else. Her books can be found at Amazon, All Romance eBooks, Barnes and Noble, and other online retailers.
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AMERICAN BOY
    by Dany Sirene

    Two men embrace passionately with Moscow's Red Square in the background.

    Dear Author,
    Oh God! I've missed him! To have him in my arms again after so many nights aching for him... Does he miss me too? I can feel him pulling back already... How long will I have him this time? Why do we have to meet in secret? I love him, but I don't think my heart can bear this for much longer...
    Sincerely,
    SueM

    genre: contemporary
    tags: twinks, secret lovers, in the closet, coming out, Russian mafia, troubled past, HFN
    word count: 7,300
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    AMERICAN BOY
    by Dany Sirene
    From the second the plane landed, Cam knew he was going to hate this place.
    I shouldn't have to do this, buzzed the angry thought in his mind as he followed the burly, black-clad security men his father had sent for him. Not one, not two, but three. He was that afraid Cam would make a run for it.
    In truth, Camden had contemplated it more than a few times.
    Once he climbed in the back of the sleek black Mercedes that waited for him outside, he instinctively reached for the minibar. It contained two cans of soda. Cam should have expected this, really, but he still swore and slammed the bar shut harder than necessary.
    He leaned back on the seat, propping his dirty sneaker up on the pale beige leather, and pulled out his phone. Of course, there was no one to call. An ocean effectively separated him from all his friends. From all the bad influences, as his father put it.
    So he browsed the tourist guide to Moscow, feeling like a loser. He wouldn't be doing much partying, his father would take care of that— so what was he supposed to do for the next three months? Visit museums? Sightsee?
    After one of Camden's escapades made it to the society pages yet again, his father decided enough was enough. Camden Crawfield III would spend the summer in Moscow, where his father held a position at the United States embassy. Normally, that sounded like fun. But his father intended to keep Cam close by, where he could keep an eye on him.
    That effectively ruled out any and all fun.
    Cam scrolled through pages and pages of what looked like very promising nightclubs and bars and wanted to howl with frustration at the sheer unfairness of it. He was nineteen, an adult. He did not have to put up with this indignity.
    Outside the tinted window, views of downtown Moscow passed by, and a few times Cam couldn't help but stare. The gigantic, ornate buildings, elegant churches with gilded cupolas, and eventually the tall, forbidding spire of the Kremlin in the background, seemed ominous. He recalled his father going on and on about rich cultural heritage and this and that, but he'd mostly zoned out.
    Either way, it wasn't what interested him. He glimpsed designer boutiques, rows and rows of the most prestigious names