Love is better the second time around

That’s the lyric, and In Coming Back for Drew, Luis and Drew prove those words are true. Some will say that there’s no point in looking back, but when your heart is full of unresolved issues and you finally have the chance to set things right, what would you choose? That’s the question Drew and Luis have to answer.

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In retrospect, both men can see where they screwed up six years ago. They both had a hand in it. They both did stupid things and did them well. When they accidentally meet in a leather bar in New Orleans, it’s a hell of a shock. It doesn’t go well at all as you’ll be able to tell from the excerpt I’ve posted below. But a love like theirs doesn’t just go away. Even if they can’t patch things up, the least they can do is set the record straight.

Their passion for each other is just as hot as ever. They’ve changed and saying goodbye isn’t an option. It takes time to rebuild trust that’s been broken and festering for six years. They’re determined to make their love work this time. They’ll be put to the test.

The powerful sequel to The Camera Never Lies is set in New Orleans and is full of suspense and high anxiety. You’ll love seeing Teak and Kevin (from The Camera Never Lies) show these two what commitment really means. A host of supporting characters add to the intrigue and bring some comic relief. I hope you enjoy the story and I look forward to your reviews.

Coming Back for Drew

Separatedcomingbackfordrew_msr 2 by bitterness and mistakes, Luis and Drew have tried to forget the love they once shared. Neither has done a good job.

When the former lovers accidentally meet in a French Quarter gay bar, six years of regret, anger and pent-up emotions erupt—but their passion is hotter than ever. Deciding their relationship is worth fighting for, the couple rekindles their romance, determined to find their way back to a lasting happiness.

Until a tragic event changes their lives irrevocably.

Now, with Drew desperately in need of someone to lean on, Luis has to decide if he’s strong enough for the job…strong enough to be there for Drew forever.


In an effort to take his mind off his throbbing dick, Luis looked at his mail. A glossy catalog slipped out of his fingers onto the floor. He retrieved the magazine—only to have Drew Rothem’s face stare back at him.

His breath left his lungs and didn’t return for several long seconds.

Luis’ gaze traced every inch of Drew’s photo, taken on a rocky, red-and-mustard-colored outcropping in some sort of a canyon. Drew looked as though someone had called his name and momentarily distracted him. Hiking boots and shorts revealed his muscular legs. A tight-fitting, short-sleeved shirt amplified the bulging biceps on his right arm, which steadied a large, blaze-red backpack. He looked healthy and strong.

Luis still couldn’t believe he was looking at a Marks on Redding Gallery catalog.

Two years ago, he’d discovered one lying on a chair at the airport. Bored out of his skull at the time, Luis had picked up the magazine and had been stunned to see Drew as one of the models. The pictures of Drew with Teak Hidalgo disgusted Luis, yet he’d fed his masochistic anger by paying for a subscription. He’d laughed about Drew’s ridiculous modeling career and hoped he’d fall flat on his ass. But failure hadn’t come.

Over time, Luis saw the catalogs as a very distant way to keep in touch with a man he once loved. Still loved, truth be told. Drew seemed as out of reach as ever. Now every six months, a catalog showed up in Luis’ office as a painful reminder of the fabled one who got away.

He sat down and looked through the beautiful outdoor photographs, paying special attention to the Woodlands Collection section. The models were some of the hottest men Luis had ever seen. His former lover, Drew, was a regular. A small grain of pride tasted bittersweet.

Flipping the page, a close-up of Drew with Teak made Luis let out a long, slow whistle.

A brilliant sunset blazed in the background and a light sheen of perspiration covered their faces. Damp hair clung to their foreheads. Teak’s green gaze seemed to bore into Drew’s, creating an entirely different heat than solar. Luis could only imagine what they’d been thinking about at that moment. Whenever he saw a photo of Teak, he had to admit Drew had damn good taste. Hidalgo could probably get any guy he wanted in the sack.

Luis didn’t recognize many of the men on the next few pages, but the inside back cover made him groan out loud.

Drew and Teak were standing in a brook that barely covered the rise of their hips. He wondered how they’d gotten through the shot without their erect cocks breaking the water’s surface. Luis’ inner jerk hoped they’d frozen their balls off in the mountain stream.

He examined the rivulets of water creating a sexy path down Drew’s lightly furred chest. Teak was leaning in for a kiss, and Drew’s expression said he’d waited long enough.

That was all Luis could take. He shut the catalog. He rubbed his eyes with his thumb and middle finger, as though doing so would blot out the erotic image he’d just seen. Seconds later, he curled his fingers around the glossy catalog, crinkling it, destroying the perfect images Kevin Marks presented on the crisp pages. Grimacing, Luis cursed himself for his weakness, for needing to see Drew even if he appeared with Teak.

He reopened the magazine to a solo picture of Drew. While smoothing the rumpled page, heaviness filled his heart.

“Why couldn’t I see what I was doing to us?” He let out a long sigh.

He put the magazine in the back of a desk drawer with all the others he’d collected over the past few years. Grim reminders that second chances didn’t always come around.

Before he left for his dental appointment, Luis powered down his computer for the night and organized his desk. And seriously considered skipping the Novocain.

* * * * *

Drew took a long drink of whiskey then pressed the sweaty glass against his neck. The icy chill sent a shiver through him, making him wish the air conditioning did a better job.

Kyle worked his fingers up Drew’s ribs. “I’m shocked you took off your shirt. I know it’s one of your favorites.”

“I never seem to leave here wearing what I arrived in, or without bringing home something I didn’t own going in.” Drew gave him an easy smile. “I’m feeling extra horny tonight, and I figured losing the shirt was a small price to pay for making you happy.”

Kyle’s face lit up. He put his fingertips under Drew’s chin. “Let me thank you properly, Senior Agent.”

Drew wiggled his eyebrows and grinned. “Oh, so that’s how we’re gonna play it tonight?”

“Is it my turn to be cuffed or yours?” Seduction laced his voice.

“You’re the one wearing the hot leather ass chaps. I think I should arrest you. After you take off those useless jeans, of course.” Drew kissed him lightly.

“And then what?”

“I’m certain I’m going to fuck you, all trussed up and angry about being restrained. And when you magically break loose, I suppose turnabout’s fair play.”

Kyle grabbed Drew by the back of the neck and pulled him into a deep kiss. With his other hand, he twisted Drew’s nipple to painful proportions.

Drew didn’t mind. A little white-hot pain was part of their fun. His cock begged for release from his tight jeans. He couldn’t think straight when Kyle became the aggressor. If Drew didn’t stop now, he might lose control. He broke from their torrid kiss. His chest rose and fell with each gasping breath.

“Whoa. We need to slow things down here a little.” Drew reached for his whiskey.

Kyle clamped onto his other nipple with his teeth.

Drew reacted spontaneously, by holding Kyle’s head right where it was. He guzzled the last of his drink and pressed the glass, wet with condensation, against his forehead.

“You’re going to make me come if you don’t let go, Kyle.”

He looked up, and even in the dim lighting, Kyle’s desire clearly smoldered in his eyes. “Can’t have that.”

Drew handed Kyle his drink. “Goddamn it’s hot in here, in more ways than one.”

Effeminate laughter carried over the murmurs in the room, making Drew turn to see who’d arrived. The low-light conditions prevented him from clearly seeing the couple, one of whom was in drag.

Drew squinted as they came closer. One of the men was almost six feet tall. Dark-haired and barrel-chested, he had his arm around his date. A mid-thigh-length, tight skirt hugged the cross-dresser’s long, shapely legs. Drew had often wondered if tucking in his junk to wear a skirt like that would be worth the pain.

His date escorted the man in drag to a chair at an open table. “I’ll get you a drink.”

Drew’s head nearly snapped off his neck. What the fuck?

“A white wine for your Ronnie, please. And hurry back, Daddy. I’ll miss you.”

The man Ronnie had called Daddy turned toward the bar to leave.

Drew’s heart thundered in his chest. His mouth turned as dry as cornstarch. Could it be him?

“Luis?” He could hardly choke out the man’s name.

Kyle clasped his hand, preventing Drew from walking away. “Drew, do you know him?”

Luis stopped in mid-stride. He turned, as though in slow motion.

Drew removed Kyle’s grip and covered the distance between himself and Luis in a few long strides.

Ronnie rose from his chair.

Drew held up his hand, signaling for him to stay put. “Luis?”

Luis cleared his throat then inhaled, drawing himself to his full intimidating height. “What are you doing here? I thought you’d holed up in Minnesota permanently.”

Drew couldn’t believe who he was seeing. He scoured every inch of Luis’ face with his gaze, searching for the small changes that indicated Luis had gotten older and wiser. “I live in New Orleans—Metairie, actually. I moved here two years ago.”

Luis snorted.

Ronnie slipped an arm around Luis’ waist and gave Drew a look. “Do you know this guy?” Jealousy oozed from Ronnie’s voice and posture.

Know him? Drew wanted to laugh. What an understatement.

Kyle showed up at the same moment and put an arm around Drew’s shoulders. “This is Luis?”

Drew gave Kyle a sidelong glance. “Yes.” He hoped the wonderment he felt hadn’t manifested itself in his voice.

Luis reached out and ran his index finger down Drew’s chest. “You’re even prettier than in your pictures.”

Drew knew he was going to either throw up or punch Luis. How dare you touch me? Pictures? Has he seen the Woodlands photos? His brain sputtered out remarks that evaporated before they reached his tongue.

Ronnie clasped his upper arm. “Let’s go, Luis. Obviously this guy has some issues.” He turned his nose up at Drew in an arrogant huff, dismissing him.

Drew glared at Luis’ date. “Since when do you go for the beauty queens?”

“Since when do you prance around in front of the camera for a living?”

The sneer in Luis’ voice infuriated Drew. He glared back. “I think it’s time for the old man to go to bed.”

Ronnie shot Drew an eat-shit-and-die look.

Luis’ eyebrows rose. “I seem to recall many nights you loved going to bed with the old man.” He turned his attention to Kyle, gazing at him like a turd on the sidewalk. “You look like a poor substitute.”

Drew put his arm around Kyle’s waist. “Let’s get out of here, Kyle. I had no idea this place had turned into a tourist trap.”

Luis let out a deep chuckle as they walked past. “I’m no tourist, my dear. I live here too.”

A burst of heat flared in Drew’s chest. He squeezed his eyes shut and let his brain absorb the information.

Kyle’s voice was low and comforting. “Come on, let’s go.”

He nodded, letting Kyle steer him through the crowd, past the bouncer and onto the sidewalk. That’s not how I envisioned our reunion would go. Six years apart, and we take potshots at each other’s dates?

Copyright © MARGIE CHURCH, 2014

All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

Sequel to The Camera Never Lies. A Romantica® GLBT erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave

Publisher’s Note: This book was previously published elsewhere under the title Krewe Daddy.

Contest Time!  I’m giving away a copy of BOTH books – that’s just double the fun. Tell me your vision of second chance love and you can win. I want to know whether you’d deserve the second chance or why you’d never give one.

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Peace TonziI know this is getting long, but I had to thank all of you for your condolences over the loss of my brother, Tony. I have to say this has probably been one of the most traumatic events in my life. I’m deeply saddened to lose my favorite brother and I think it’s going to take a long while for me to accept what’s happened and smile over his memory.

Thanks for spending some time with me today.



About Margie Church

Margie Church writes erotic romance novels with a strong suspense element, in keeping with her moniker: Romance with SASS (Suspense Angst Seductive Sizzle). Never expect the same thing twice in one of her books. She tackles subjects and conflicts that aren't typical in romances. Life is complicated. People are, too. Marrying those concepts makes her books fascinating. Margie was 2011 GLBT Author of the Year, and her book, Hard as Teak, was named 2011 GLBT Book of the Year at Loves Romances Café. She is well-known for her BDSM erotic romances as well. Margie lives in Minnesota, is married, and has two children. Some of her passions are music, biking, walking on moonlit nights, fishing, and making people laugh.
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4 Responses to Love is better the second time around

  1. Jody Rhoton says:

    I think everyone deserves a second chance. Hopefully they have matured and have improved. Love your stories my friend!

    • There’s very little in the unforgivable category for me, Jody. One can’t be stupid or blind to truth and reality, but those who want to change can do it and deserve a chance to prove they have. Thanks for being such a great friend and fan.

  2. jodi marinich says:

    i would say a second chance love would be 2 people separated thru no fault of their own and years later find themselves together again

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