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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
In In Love, Manuel Garcia strips away sentimentality to expose the raw, magnetic energy that pulses between men who don't need words to communicate hunger. These stories are steeped in flesh and tension-tales of real men, rough around the edges, sometimes silent, often unpredictable, always virile. The eroticism here is unapologetically masculine, born in glances, challenges, and the friction of skin on skin.
The title story unfolds between Polly-a rebellious, effeminate teenager with a sharp eye for danger-and Bruno, a quiet, solid type with a past of locker room experiments and the weight of desire pressing beneath his jeans. Their encounter begins in a bar buzzing with students skipping class, where a shared look leads to something more-fast, hot, inevitable. Bruno is the kind of man Polly can't resist: taller, broader, almost shy at first, but growing bolder with every second.
Their dialogue is sparse, their gestures loaded. One palm on denim, a suggestive grin, a name whispered too slowly. The tension is electric. In Bruno's parked car, the air thick with unspoken history and heat, Polly's fingers trace the outline of inevitability.
Then the shift:
He pulls over. I grip him tight. He leans in, kisses me-deep, wet, claiming. That kiss isn't affection. It's ownership. He's not asking. He's letting me know who I belong to.
Garcia's stories burn slow, then flare-realistic, provocative, unforgettable. These aren't romances. They're collisions. And from the dust of their impact rises the unspeakable: need, power, surrender.
In Love is not about falling. It's about being taken. And sometimes, wanting it that way.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
In In Love, Manuel Garcia strips away sentimentality to expose the raw, magnetic energy that pulses between men who don't need words to communicate hunger. These stories are steeped in flesh and tension-tales of real men, rough around the edges, sometimes silent, often unpredictable, always virile. The eroticism here is unapologetically masculine, born in glances, challenges, and the friction of skin on skin.
The title story unfolds between Polly-a rebellious, effeminate teenager with a sharp eye for danger-and Bruno, a quiet, solid type with a past of locker room experiments and the weight of desire pressing beneath his jeans. Their encounter begins in a bar buzzing with students skipping class, where a shared look leads to something more-fast, hot, inevitable. Bruno is the kind of man Polly can't resist: taller, broader, almost shy at first, but growing bolder with every second.
Their dialogue is sparse, their gestures loaded. One palm on denim, a suggestive grin, a name whispered too slowly. The tension is electric. In Bruno's parked car, the air thick with unspoken history and heat, Polly's fingers trace the outline of inevitability.
Then the shift:
He pulls over. I grip him tight. He leans in, kisses me-deep, wet, claiming. That kiss isn't affection. It's ownership. He's not asking. He's letting me know who I belong to.
Garcia's stories burn slow, then flare-realistic, provocative, unforgettable. These aren't romances. They're collisions. And from the dust of their impact rises the unspeakable: need, power, surrender.
In Love is not about falling. It's about being taken. And sometimes, wanting it that way.