Spanish Heat

By Douglas Black

Jack is looking for a new job and a fresh start, but he finds more than he expected waiting for him under the Spanish sun.

When Jack Campbell is unceremoniously dumped in favour of his high school best friend, he decides he needs a fresh start. He sees an advertisement in The Times. Clark Thomas is looking for a house sitter for his villa in Marbella. In a slightly inebriated state, Jack applies seeing this as the perfect chance to get away from his troubles at home in Glasgow, but when he lands in Spain, he finds a lot more than a just job opportunity waiting for him.

Clark has one weekend to show Jack the ropes before he leaves Spain and the memories of his own recent break-up behind for the next nine months. However, there's just something about Jack. Instead of explaining the finer points of Jack's contract, Clark finds himself introducing the young Glaswegian to some of his favourite Andalucian haunts, and he's spending more time doing so than is necessary.

There must be something in the Spanish heat. All too soon Clark and Jack find themselves struggling to maintain the boundaries of their employer-employee relationship. Jack is behaving in ways he never has before, but knowing that what he's doing is probably wrong doesn't stop it from feeling right, and it might cause Jack a bigger problem when Monday morning comes around and it's time for Clark to leave.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Pride Publishing
• Release date: Aug 22, 2014
• ISBN: 9781784301514

Douglas Black

Douglas Black was born and raised in bonnie Scotland. He started writing M/M erotica during his time at university when he discovered that selling adult stories to magazines vastly improved his chances of eating something other than pasta or beans on toast for dinner. Douglas returned to the genre in 2012 with the aim of writing engaging, contemporary, sexy-as-hell stories for readers' enjoyment. He always aims to please. Welcome to your fantasy.

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Spanish Heat

ISBN # 978-1-78430-151-4

©Copyright Douglas Black 2014

Cover Art by Posh Gosh ©Copyright July 2014

Edited by Faith Bicknell-Brown

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Published in 2014 by Totally Bound Publishing, Newland House, The Point, Weaver Road, Lincoln, LN6 3QN

Warning:

This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has a heat rating of Totally Simmering and a Sexometer of 2.

SPANISH HEAT

Douglas Black

Jack is looking for a new job and a fresh start, but he finds more than he expected waiting for him under the Spanish sun.

When Jack Campbell is unceremoniously dumped in favor of his high school best friend, he decides he needs a fresh start. He sees an advertisement in The Times. Clark Thomas is looking for a house sitter for his villa in Marbella. In a slightly inebriated state, Jack applies seeing this as the perfect chance to get away from his troubles at home in Glasgow, but when he lands in Spain, he finds a lot more than a just job opportunity waiting for him.

Clark has one weekend to show Jack the ropes before he leaves Spain and the memories of his own recent break-up behind for the next nine months. However, there’s just something about Jack. Instead of explaining the finer points of Jack’s contract, Clark finds himself introducing the young Glaswegian to some of his favorite Andalucian haunts, and he’s spending more time doing so than is necessary.

There must be something in the Spanish heat. All too soon Clark and Jack find themselves struggling to maintain the boundaries of their employer-employee relationship. Jack is behaving in ways he never has before, but knowing that what he’s doing is probably wrong doesn’t stop it from feeling right, and it might cause Jack a bigger problem when Monday morning comes around and it’s time for Clark to leave.

Dedication

For Jake, who helped me start this journey, and for Mike, who stuck around for the ride.

Trademarks Acknowledgement

The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:

Audi: Audi Akiengesellschaft Corp.

iPad: Apple, Inc.

Google: Google, Inc.

BMW: Aktiengesellschaft, Bayerische Motoren Werke

Suspicious Minds (Elvis Version): Edition Allstar Ii, Sony/ATV Songs LLC

The Times: Times Newspapers Limited

Chapter One

By the time Jack’s plane touched down with distressing enthusiasm at Malaga airport, his headache was in full swing. He leaned forward, resting his forehead against the back of the seat in front of him, and took a few deep breaths of rancid, recycled air.

The nerves in his stomach were almost crippling. They had been building since he’d rolled from his old bed in his parents’ house in Glasgow and accepted a lift to the airport from his bemused and disapproving mother. Five hours later and still an hour from his destination, they were cramping his stomach in time to the pounding in his head.

Unfortunately, the woman in front of him, who had spent the entire flight entertaining her colicky offspring with a cacophony of expletives ranging from the colorful to the downright unintelligible, decided Jack’s desperately captured seconds of peace and calm were over. She rammed her seat backward, allowing the gravitational field of her stomach a little more room to manoeuver while simultaneously affording Jack half a second in which to spring back to avoid having his head wedged between his knees under the weight of the orange, plastic airplane seat. He took another deep breath and glared at the woman through sleep-deprived eyes. She, having extricated herself from her seat, was too engaged in flapping her fake tan-streaked bingo-wings at the overhead compartment to notice.

Jack watched with ill-disguised horror as she pulled down bag after cheap, supermarket beachbag of hand luggage, distributing them amongst herself and her skinny partner.

The man looked to be about the same age as the woman but was only about a quarter of her weight. He was dressed head to toe in a brilliantly white tracksuit, his forearms and knuckles decorated in tattoos that looked to have been scratched on by an illiterate four year old.

A neon pink tracksuit top the size of a small tent landed in the man’s lap, the zip whipping across his cheek as it passed him. He opened his mouth as though to protest then immediately thought better of it. He tucked the jacket into one of the many plastic bags while stroking his cheek with nicotine-yellowed fingers. Jack assumed the man had become trapped after an ill-conceived, alcohol-fueled one-night stand and was now prevented from leaving on pain of death.

Oi, this here bag naw yours?

Jack closed his eyes and dreamed of painkillers. He knew the headache was caused by