A Rescue Twinks Novel: By Any Other Name

By Cherie Noel

Michael Rose: stubborn, bossy and built like a pro-football player. Andy WeiB: beautiful, stubborn and built like a runway model. Oil and water don’t seem like much together either until you stir in the right amount of spice and shake them hard. Andy calls Michael his stalker, and until he’s got the man right where he wants him, Michael will call Andy by any name but love...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Cherie Noel
• Release date: Aug 19, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301441167

Cherie Noel

Butcher, baker, candlestick maker...ummm, eww, every chance I get, and I surely would if these damn characters would ever shut up. Born in West Palm Beach, Florida and raised...er, is all over the damn place a sufficiently descriptive term? No? Then how about this? Tinker, tailor, Indian chief...Ooooh, especially when smexy men are involved (!), only under duress, and did the cheek-bones give it away?Seriously? I’ve lived in Washington D.C., Virginia, Upper Michigan, Texas, New York, California, and Alabama in the United States; Hessen in Germany, London in England, Masirah Island in Oman and...sometimes it was in a house, sometimes in a tent, and sometimes anyplace I could find to lay my head.I’ve been in love with words since before I drew breath, and I don’t see that ever changing. I write stories. Sometimes I write music with them, sometimes they’re poems, and lately, to my great delight, M/M erotic romance. Yum. Smexy man to the second...or third power...now that’s the kinda math I can get behind!!The hair curls or frizzes as it will, the eyes are green and tend to look in two different directions—no, really—and the rest is subject to change. You know the guy who didn’t know if he was a butterfly dreaming he was a man or a man dreaming he was a butterfly? Yeah, that’s me, but substitute drag queen for butterfly and wacky, wild ex-Army chick for man.

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By Any Other Name

A Rescue Twink Novel

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Cherie Noel

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Cover Artist: A.J. Corza

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ISBN: 9781301441167

By Any Other Name © 2013 Cherie Noel

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Dedication

This story is for Jambie Jo, because she had faith in my ability to become a published author long before it happened. I couldn’t ask for a better fairy godmother, or a better friend. Muah. Thank you for the writing challenges, the encouragement, the sounding boards, and the sound advice. And as always, thank you for introducing me to my Balthazar, who gave me the tools to tap into my magic.

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Additional Acknowledgements

Patrick Fiori

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Andrej Pejic

James Blunt

Vanna White

Chapter One

Andy stomped his small foot with no regard for the possible damage to his favorite boots. He threw both hands in the air. Gah, what was the point in being worried about Italian leather when this—Dumkopf—kept doing things he had no business doing? Michael’s ridiculous behavior was just too much. After Andy specifically forbade Michael showing up unannounced to replace spark plugs and fan belts, the big idiot had taken to showing up at Andy's job.

Eh, to be fair, it was really where they both worked. Michael didn't give a damn that Andy was his boss. Andy closed his eyes for a moment, burying his face in both hands. For crying out loud, the guys down in the security office were having a field day with the fact that one of Andy's faux-Santas from the Christmas Village kept showing up when he was off shift to work on Andy's bright yellow and black Nova. Andy stomped his foot harder, completely exasperated now.

You can't keep doing this Michael.

Michael backed out from under the hood of Andy’s battered Chevy Nova, wiping his hands on a bright red cloth sitting on the edge of the engine. He tilted his head to one side and grinned up at Andy from his bent over position. Andy dragged his eyes away from the finely sculpted ass Michael had on display with difficulty. Michael winked at him, and then once again tried to get Andy to accept charity from him.

If you'd just let me buy you a decent car, I wouldn't have to spend so much time fixing this old clunker up, Andy. You know I have all that money I saved up when I was in the service. Let me spend some of it on you.

Andy ground his teeth together, and then marched forward. Grabbing hold of Michael, he pulled at the larger man's arm, attempting to pull him around. Michael just grunted, not moving a single inch, despite Andy giving the effort his all. Andy lifted a booted foot to kick Michael's--well, he couldn't reach the damn giant's ass. He could kick him in the shin though.

Michael set his wrench down with a clang, spinning around to catch Andy around the waist and lift him right off his feet. He took two steps down the side of the car, and then pressed Andy up against the side of the vehicle.

Andy. Babe, I told you what happens when you misbehave. Do you remember?

Andy's voice shook as he replied, and his heart raced. You kiss me?

Michael bent his head, his deep blue eyes twinkling. A rakish little smile tipped one corner of his mouth up. You know it babe.

Andy allowed his inclinations to overcome his good sense, just this once. He let his head fall back, expecting to feel the cold roof of his old car against his hair. Instead, a big, warm hand cradled the back of his skull. A pleased smirk flickered across his cupid bow mouth right before Michael’s firm lips pressed against his. Andy closed his eyes. If he couldn't see the look on Michael’s face, he could pretend a man like Michael would want to kiss him for something besides behavior modification.

Michael groaned, reaching up with his other hand to cup Andy’s jaw and apply pressure against the side. Andy obligingly opened his mouth. Even if it didn't mean anything, he'd learned over the past couple of weeks that Michael kissed exactly the way Andy liked best, wet and deep with a hint that he wouldn't take no for an answer. It didn’t mean anything. Michael was straight. If Andy had a dollar for every time he’d heard Michael say that in high school, he’d have enough money in the bank to pay off a year’s worth of mortgage payments.

Andy sighed when Michael tightened his grip. Michael slid his fingers deeper into Andy's hair, pulling enough to make his scalp sting a tiny bit. Andy melted, all his muscles relaxing to the point he felt utterly boneless. The only exception to the overall relaxation was his cock, which hardened in a rush, pushing and pulsing against the front of his charcoal grey dress pants.

Michael leaned into him, his chest pressing Andy hard against the top of the car. He released Andy's jaw, sliding his hand down along Andy's throat to his shoulder. Michael kept his hand moving, running it down Andy's side to his hip. When he reached the hip, he squeezed, pulling his head back at the same time.

Andy opened his eyes, a whimper slipping from his lips at

Reviews for A Rescue Twinks Novel

[regencyfan93 · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

There were a lot of characters. I hadn't read other books in this series. If I had, maybe some of the characters would have been familiar .