GENRE: Gay Fantasy Spicy Romance Anthology
LENGTH: 192 pages
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Vic Braunson is a city bus driver who falls in love with Matt diLorenzo, a swimmer he meets at the gym. When they finally hook up, there's no denying the energy between them.

Something about Matt brings out the best in Vic -- literally. Every time they have sex, Vic gains new superhuman powers from his lover. Can they learn to live with these abilities without losing each other?

Contains the stories: Outage, An Evening with the Rush Hour Hero, Seventh Inning Stretch, and Worst. Power. Ever..

EXCERPT FROM "Seventh Inning Stretch"
Note: may contain sexually explicit scenes of a homoerotic nature.

One kiss led to another, and they distracted Matt from the bothersome thought that buzzed through his head like an annoying insect. But Vic picked up on the distraction, and turned his face from Matt's to interrupt the moment. "So you're thinking of the game. What about it?"

Resting his head on Vic's shoulder, Matt sighed. He wasn't sure how to say what was on his mind without coming off sounding ... well, bad. "You know," he said, his voice low between them, "I just thought, maybe, it might be ... I don't know, wrong? For you to have such an advantage over everyone else on the other teams just because of me."

Vic glanced at him sharply. "What are you saying?"

"These powers," Matt explained. "They give you an edge, you know? And maybe that's not right."

"They come from you," Vic said. His brow furrowed, darkening. "From our love. What's not right about that?"

"Just for the game." Matt sighed and ran a hand over Vic's bald head, savoring the touch of smooth skin beneath his fingertips. "I'm not saying they're wrong -- hey're not. I love you, you love me, and the powers come out of that, I know. But maybe we shouldn't ... you know ..."

Vic prompted, "Fuck?"

Matt grinned. "Just until the game's over. It wouldn't be the first time we've held out for a week, right? And it'll put us on a more even playing field, that's all I'm saying."

Vic stared at him, silent. Matt met his gaze, but for once, he couldn't read what went on behind those baby blue eyes he loved so much. After a long minute, he prodded his lover's thoughts and in a small voice, whispered, "Don't be mad."

"I'm not." Vic's arms tightened around Matt's waist, hugging him close. He kissed the tip of Matt's nose, and his eyes softened as he stared into Matt's. "Look, I think you're right. Not because I'd use the powers to win or anything --"

"I know you wouldn't," Matt said quickly.

Vic continued, "But because sometimes I can't control them. And the last thing I need is some freaky power the day before the final game that blows it for my team."

"Or my team," Matt reminded him. "We might win."

Vic gave him an indulgent grin. "Why am I thinking if we were on the same team, we wouldn't be having this little talk?"