Hero Worship

By Kris T. Bethke

Paramedic Alex Sullivan has always thought Matthew Carter was attractive. But there are reasons why Alex knows he shouldn't get involved with the younger man. Taking Matt in as a housemate seems like a recipe for disaster.

To Alex’s surprise, Matt not only proves to be the perfect roommate, he also makes no effort to hide his attraction to Alex. Matt knows what he wants. Can Alex be the hero Matt already thinks he is?

• Language: English
• Publisher: JMS Books LLC
• Release date: Jan 13, 2018
• ISBN: 9781634865333

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Hero Worship

By Kris T. Bethke

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Copyright 2018 Kris T. Bethke

ISBN 9781634865333

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Hero Worship

By Kris T. Bethke

Chapter 1

It all started at the wedding.

My best friend Carrie was getting married, and she insisted not only that I be there but that I put on a tuxedo and be part of the wedding party. I’d tried to protest, but she wasn’t having it. And really, she was the only family I had, so I couldn’t say no.

I stood out among the rest of the tuxedo-bedecked groomsmen, and not just because I was Carrie’s man of honor. My Irish pale skin, dark-brown hair, and brown eyes were in stark contrast to the groom’s brothers, who all looked like they had stepped straight off the beach after spending the day surfing in the sun. Carrie had teared up a little, in the way brides often did, and I cupped her face in my hands.

Don’t. You’ll ruin your makeup, I teased, because she hardly had any on in the first place. She gave a little chuckle.

You’re the most handsome man here, she said with a sniffle, her eyes tender. Then she gave a mock grimace and added, Except for my husband-to-be, of course.

Well, that’s the truth if I ever heard it, I agreed emphatically because I knew it would make her laugh.

We’d met in college. Well, she’d been in college, and I’d been getting drunk in a bar and trying to pick her up. She told me I was the cutest puppy she’d ever seen. We sat in a dark corner and ended up talking the whole night. We just clicked instantly and bonded over soggy nachos and our lack of family. Carrie only had her dad, after her mother had run out on them when she was still little. I never knew my father, and my beautiful, strong, amazing mother had lost her battle with breast cancer the year before.

When the night ended and I was walking her to her car, I gave her a critical look and said, "We