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Lust in Translation: An erotic gay love story of 9000 words included in the charitable anthology I Do in support of marriage equality.
Sex, drugs, and a blinding reaction. Can false arrest lead to true love?
Particular favourites include… Lust in Translation by Storm Grant (where a hooker isn't entirely what he seems and a cop gets rather more than he bargained for)… Anne Brooke
‘Lust in Translation’ is the best story for the anthology thus far. What a fresh and original story. The story had great characterization, not only just filled with some steamy sex scenes and overall just a great piece. This is another author to look out for. Rainbow Reviews
This story contains a lot of good qualities such as strongly written action scenes, vivid sensory detail, and male characters who seem like believable men. Obsidian Bookshelf
From a one night stand to something more is only a brief path, in a very nice and mostly funny story. Elisa Rolle
His years in Vice led him by habit through the dirtiest sections of town; the parts the tourist brochures never mention but the tourists often found anyway. Neon signs advertising pawn shops and discount liquor stores glowed dimly behind metal grates. Boarded-up, burned-out buildings lined one entire block. Shot-out streetlamps stood uselessly like blind watchmen. Great lakes of rainwater formed on the road where clumps of wet garbage blocked the sewers. The smell of rotting filth overpowered the pine-fresh scent of the little air freshener dangling from the mirror. Neither hooker nor john ventured out on a night like this.
Tyler white-knuckled the steering wheel, his SUV hydroplaning around the corner. “Goddamn it!” He cursed the road, the SUV, the weather, and most of all his Goddamn friends who’d convinced him to meet them for drinks and then begged off. “You’re all a bunch of wimps!” he yelled at the road.
He drove cautiously through the storm, unable to remember the last time he’d seen weather this crappy. Must have been winter of ’99. He’d been on stakeout and—
He slammed on the breaks so violently his seatbelt locked, knocking the air from his lungs. The car fishtailed wildly out of control. He skidded sideways, halting just inches from the bedraggled guy meandering in the street in front of him. The drunk or whatever staggered straight into his SUV anyway, careening off the bumper only to wander into the other lane.
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