Shy and geeky Rhys White, has recently been ditched by his boyfriend of five years. On top of that he’s been made redundant from his job as a computer programmer.
Tired of being boring and unadventurous, he throws caution to the winds and buys a plane ticket to Peru.
Rhys’ adventure in Peru starts out well, but then disaster strikes. All of his belongings are stolen. Everything is gone—passport, wallet, phone, clothing, the lot.
Stranded in Cuzco, not too far from the famous Machu Picchu, Rhys tries to find someone to help him. He’s about to give up, when a sexy Brazilian named Rafael, comes to his rescue…
Beginning to panic, Rhys went outside again. He had no idea what to do. It occurred to him that he could probably ask a British tourist for help. He would certainly be willing to help someone in his own position if they asked. But after an hour searching the immediate area and asking one or two locals, it became clear that hikers set off very early from the town. He was unlikely to find any until the evening.
‘What am I going to do? Oh, God, this is a nightmare. Someone has to help me.’ Rhys made his way back to the spot where he had gotten off the bus, hoping that there might be another one coming in at some point during the day. He waited and waited and none came. He tried to remember what he’d read in the Rough Guide about arriving in Cuzco, but the only thing that came to mind was that the night-bus was the quickest transport.
Rhys was desperate for water and he decided to head back to the hotel where he’d used the phone and ask if they would let him have some. If not, he thought he could sneak back into the toilets and drink from the wash basin, although that certainly wouldn’t be ideal. He doubted washing water would be safe to drink.
He wandered across the street, wiping sweaty palms on the legs of his shorts. He was unaware of the car as he stepped into its path and he jumped as it honked loudly. He stumbled out of the way and his boot caught on an uneven patch in the tarmac. In the next second he found himself on his ass in the dust. The car stopped and the driver threw the door open. Rhys shuffled backward and looked up as the man climbed out of the vehicle and stared at him.
“Sorry,” Rhys mumbled. The man responded with a short phrase that included the word esta, which he thought was Spanish, but he couldn’t be sure. He shook his head slowly.
“Yes. Thanks. Sorry.” Rhys nodded to emphasize his reply. A large, caramel-colored hand reached out to him, its owner stooping slightly. Rhys stared at the hand, then let his eyes drift along a muscular but not enormous arm to the short sleeve of a blue T-shirt. Finally his gaze reached the stranger’s face and he took in chiseled features, high cheekbones, collar-length black hair and dark brown eyes. He didn’t look Peruvian. He was too tall and…he was gorgeous.
Rhys’s pulse quickened more and he gulped nervously. He remembered then that the man was offering his hand in assistance and he grasped it quickly. A strong pull and Rhys was back on his feet. He extricated his hand and brushed dust from his shorts.
“Thanks,” he said again.
“You American?” the hunk asked, his voice heavily accented.
“No, English,” said Rhys. “From England.”
The man grinned, flashing very white teeth. “Your name?”
“It’s Rhys,” he answered breathlessly.
“Rafael. From Brazil.” The name of the country sounded like Bra-zeel. Rhys realized the words he spoke before must have been Portuguese.
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About the author
Louise Lyons comes from a family of writers. Her mother has a number of poems published in poetry anthologies, her aunt wrote poems for the Church, and her grandmother sparked her inspiration with tales of fantasy. Louise first ventured into writing short stories at the grand old age of eight, mostly about little girls and ponies. She branched into romance in her teens, and MM romance a few years later, but none of her work saw the light of day until she discovered Fan Fiction in her late twenties.
Posting stories based on some of her favorite movies, provoked a surprisingly positive response from readers. This gave Louise the confidence to submit some of her work to publishers, and made her take her writing “hobby” more seriously.
Louise lives in the UK, about an hour north of London, with a mad Dobermann, and a collection of tropical fish and tarantulas. She works in the insurance industry by day, and spends every spare minute writing. She is a keen horse-rider, and loves to run long distance. Some of her best writing inspiration comes to her, when her feet are pounding the open road. She often races into the house afterward, and grabs pen and paper to make notes.
Louise has always been a bit of a tomboy, and one of her other great loves is cars and motorcycles. Her car and bike are her pride and joy, and she loves to exhibit the car at shows, and take off for long days out on the bike, with no one for company but herself.
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