Hex on the Ex
A brand new series of magic, hot sex, and ex's.
Jory hasn't just carried a torch for Pierce, he's been toting around an entire bonfire—which is exactly why he doesn't want to attend a costume party his best friend Jake has planned. Of course Pierce will be there, since he's been sharing a house with Jake. Behind a mask, however, Jory might be safe—or he might be tempted by his ex dressed as a sexy dark angel in leather pants and black wings. Lord have mercy!
Looking like the Wicked Witch from the Wizard of Oz, the Great Gidget is telling fortunes in her Southern accent and forces Jory to make a wish. His wish, however, goes horribly awry, and the "one more night" he wants with Pierce turns from a dream-come-true to a disaster.
When masks go flying, Jory discovers the truth about Gidget, as well as his unexpected feelings for a friend and his own secret powers in hexing his ex with the spell from hell...
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Jory looked at the invitation one last time and took a deep breath.
Costumes optional, but if you ain't someone else, prepare to come as you were born.
"Jake, you're an ass," he muttered, wondering if anyone had taken his buddy's advice and shown up naked. Now that would be a party to remember, possibly through a haze if the night went well and Pierce made his famous Italian Stallions, which was really just a margarita with Italian soda added. Drinking, naked men, and dancing definitely spelled party.
Somewhere, a dead nun from his grade school days was rolling over her in grave, her peaceful rest to sainthood destroyed by this party.
Not only was it a Fat Tuesday party in Ohio, which just didn't seem right, but it was a gay Fat Tuesday party taking place in the middle of July, with strapping men running around in weather-appropriate costumes.
What a glorious party place hell was going to be when he arrived, courtesy of Pierce and Jake and their parties.
He'd been sitting across the street from the new two-story house for at least fifteen minutes when his Honda Accord shook as though an earthquake trembled the earth around his car. The invitation slipped from his fingers as he jerked his head up, the mask he'd been unwilling to wear until he actually walked inside sliding from his grasp.
The car door swung open and a masked stranger with a red cape slung over his bare shoulders chuckled. He looked like a cross between a Spartan and a bandit from silent films.
"Boo."
Jory cleared his throat and swiped his mask from the passenger seat where it had landed. By the broad shoulders and muscular arms, he already knew Jake had come out to greet him.
"Sorry I'm late."
"Well, you would have been early if you'd come right in." Ouch, busted by the host. "Nice costume, Jor."
He knew sarcasm, especially from Jake. It wasn't like it was his fault he couldn't find a brilliant mask in the middle of July. Party stores had cheap pieces of cardboard and he couldn't justify going into an adult store to pick something up for a costume party.
"Well, it was either this or—" He waved the invitation.
"I think I like the second one better." Jake waggled his eyebrows and gave another smile behind his Mardi Gras mask. God, he would have made the perfect guy to fall in love with but that was strictly off-limits. They were friends, best friends, really, and he didn't want to screw that up. He'd depended on Jake for everything from being the person he confided in when he first came out to the guy who'd made a drunken promise in college to sneak into his house and remove all the porn if he died unexpectedly, saving his family from the horror and discomfort of burying their dead, horny relative. Friends like that didn't come around often enough.
"The naked one?"
Jake issued a tight smile. "As long as you were adhering to invitation policies, it's all good, friend."
Jory played with the elastic of his mask and followed Jory across the street where throngs of costume-clad visitors mingled in the backyard and on the patio where lanterns hung in colorful strings above their heads. A piñata shaped like a giant penis hung from the nearest tree, just low enough so no one could see it from over the fence...
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