Moment of Silence Synopsis:
Growing up, Jason Stern led a charmed life complete with devoted sisters, a father who was one of Brooklyn’s most respected rabbis, and a mother who made the world’s best babka. He headed to NYU ready for anything—except falling for the wrong guy, coming out, and getting disowned by his once-loving family. In spite of that, Jason managed to graduate with honors. He’s got friends who treat him like family, and he’s proudly running the largest LGBTQ teen shelter in Manhattan. Life is good, but he’s still falling for the wrong men.
When charming, sexy Quinn Fitzpatrick begins work at the shelter, Jason falls hard and fast. Quinn is tall, blond, funny—damn near perfect. Only if Quinn’s gay, even he doesn’t seem to know it. If he does, he’s not telling anyone. And he’s about one ceremony away from becoming a Catholic priest.
Long hours of work turn to long nights of talking and laughter, and Jason dares to hope this time he’s falling for the right guy. But Quinn’s got a past to deal with and major decisions to make about his future. When Quinn leaves for a silent retreat, Jason knows the silence may change everything.
Quinn’s lips were back on mine before I could even process what he said.
He wants this. He wants me. He wants everything.
I whimpered. Not a small, throaty whimper. This one came from deep inside me. I wasn’t even sure it was from my body. My entire being needed to be with him in this moment. And not on the couch.
Pulling away took monumental effort, but I managed, keeping my hand on his neck, unable to stop touching him. “My room?”
Words were apparently no more at the ready for him than they were for me. He simply stood and hauled me up with him. I don’t remember ever crossing the apartment that urgently. He followed close behind, and as soon as we were safely inside my room, he closed my door and pushed me up against it. His breath came in warm, rapid puffs, his body inches from mine, hands on my shoulders, smoothing up to my neck, as if he wanted to make sure I was really there. I wasn’t going anywhere. And as far as I was concerned, he could touch me any way and anywhere he wanted.
He stepped closer, closing the gap between us until only a breath of air separated us. I shivered with need, not wanting to do anything to scare him off but wanting as much of us touching as possible. I craved the connection, the heat, the friction—everything I knew was within our reach if he’d let it happen.
His strong fingers eased up my neck, leaving my skin tingling in their wake. He cupped my face, stroking his thumbs against my cheeks. The room was so quiet, I could hear the brush of my stubble against his skin. Killing me. Fucking killing me. “Kiss me.”
It came out like a plea, and Quinn’s lips twitched into a smile as he tortured me one last second before giving in.
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About the Author
Karen Stivali is a prolific writer, compulsive baker and chocoholic with a penchant for books, movies, and fictional British men. She’s also the multiple award-winning author of contemporary and erotic romances. She writes novels about love…like real life, only hotter.