Book 1 in The Positions of Love
Matt and Vic have been living together almost a year now, and this is their first Christmas. Not a big fan of the holiday, Vic is unsure what to buy his lover. Matt gives him two guidelines to go by -- the gift must be under $50, and must be something sexual, because Vic has some time off during the holidays and Matt plans to spend that time together.
When Vic’s boss asks him to play Santa at the company Christmas party, Vic wants to say "no." But the enticement of more time off after Christmas -- time he’ll be able to spend with Matt -- sweetens the deal. It’s shaping up to be a wonderful holiday season after all ... if he can only find the perfect present for his lover.
Fallen Angel Reviews: 4 out of 5.
"Vic can never tell what will happen next with the powers he gets from Matt, but he loves Matt enough to look toward the future he wants with Matt. The love between Matt and Vic is wonderful to watch as it develops between them."
Joyfully Reviewed:
"From teleportation to sex on the dining room table, Matt and Vic’s latest adventures in The Positions of Love are fun and hot!"
Literary Nymphs Reviews: 3 out of 5.
"This is another enjoyable saga of Matt and Vic."
Rainbow Reviews: 4 out of 5.
"I highly recommend this book to all erotica lovers, romance lovers, and superhero freaks. I can't wait to see how his superpowers manifest themselves in future installments."
Reader Review by Elisa Rolle.
"Of all the short stories about Matt and Vic I have read, I think this one is my preferred. And it opens wonderfully a series which seems to be very interesting. I can't wait to read more."
The Romance Studio: 5 out of 5.
"Snyder pens a great romance between two men who seem to be opposites in so many ways. But, in the ways that are most important to any couple, their differences complement one another. The eroticism between them is torrid reading with dialogue that makes it more fun."
Two Lips Reviews: 5 out of 5, with a "heat level" of 1 out of 3.
"A wonderful read by J.M. Snyder ... I couldn’t wait to see what the outcome would be from other positions and luckily just had to read the next book in this series to answer my questions. I definitely think you should check out ... this series -- you will be glad you did!"
Inside the galley, the tables are already crowded with sailors in dungarees, their trays filled with eggs and potatoes and toast. I fake a half-hearted grin when Ralph waves, and Jack looks at me briefly before turning back to his food. No smile, just a naked wariness I put on his features, and I'm not hungry anymore. I just go through the motions of getting a tray and letting the cook fill it up. Jack hates me, I know it.
I sit down beside Ralph; across the table, Jack looks up at me and I have to choke back a sudden sob that burns my throat. "Hey," he says softly.
"Hey." I toy with the food on my tray, mashing the eggs with my fork and trying not to watch his jaw as he chews. "Chuck's still asleep, lazy ass."
Ralph laughs. "He's still passed out, you mean," he says, finishing off his own eggs. "You guys shouldn't drink so much. I ain't dragging you back to the ship again. Next time, I'll just leave you there. You can explain to the captain why you didn't make it back."
Jack smiles and even though it's not at me, my heart still rises to see the curve of his lips. "You wouldn't do that."
He's right -- Ralph isn't the type to leave his friends. He's threatened it before but always gets us back safe.
"Just watch me," Ralph warns. "You never know. Just you wait and see."
An uneasy silence falls around us, despite the talk at other tables. I manage to get a forkful of eggs into my mouth, but they taste soggy and bland and it's all I can do to swallow them down. I want to tell Jack I'm sorry again, I want to apologize until he has to forgive me, he just has to, but I don't want to say anything with Ralph right here because then he'll want to know what I'm sorry for, and I know Jack wouldn't want me to say. I'm sure he'd just rather forget, or pretend the whole thing never happened, and I wonder if he still tastes my lips on his. I want to ask him that, I want to know ...
Ralph's voice startles me. "What's wrong, Don?"
I grimace at my tray and don't know how I'm going to finish this food -- I don't feel like eating now. From across the table, Jack glances at me with a slight frown on his face, a worried look that silences me. Don't tell, that look says.
When I don't answer him, Ralph adds, "You look like you just lost your best friend. And you're on leave, boy. Cheer the hell up, already."
Well, Ralph, I want to say, I did lose my best friend. For one little kiss, I threw everything we had away.
What the hell was I thinking? I wasn't that drunk, I wasn't.
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