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Book Title: Dual Threat Love
Author: Lola Noire
Publisher: Jessica Watkins
Presents
Release Date: September 15, 2021
Genre: Contemporary M/M
Romance
Length: 53 000
words
Heat Rating: 4 flames
It is book 1 of 2 and ends on
a cliffhanger.
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Will Patrick, now a
Superstar NFL Quarterback, be willing to give Ace a second chance? Or will old pain and
Patrick’s high-profile personality stand in the way?
Blurb
Ace, the Billionaire Heir and Patrick, the Help’s son, met
when they were sixteen and thirteen years old, respectively. What started as childhood
friendship forever altered their lives for better and for worse. Faced with misunderstanding
and miscommunication, they went their separate ways hurt and heartbroken.
Years later, they met again. This time, the Billionaire CEO is
determined to win his best friend and the love of his life, Patrick, back.
While Ace is determined to rekindle this love, will Patrick,
now a Superstar NFL Quarterback, be willing to give Ace a second chance? Or will old pain
and Patrick’s high-profile personality stand in the way?
Whether together or apart, both men will fight to the bitter
end for their version of happily ever after.
Excerpt from the Prologue
Ace
Patrick and I met years ago during a summer vacation at my family’s villa on Highland Beach
in Boca Raton. Patrick was 13 years old and I was 16 at the time. As usual, my parents had
been fighting. My mother was miserable in our home on Long Island, so she decided to take
a trip to Florida to get away from my father and his latest mistress. I could have stayed in
New York and hung out with my friends or I could have traveled to any place in the world of
my choosing. However, I decided to accompany my mother. Blame it on the soft spot I had
for that frail-looking, pill-popping, pale lady.
A few days into our vacation, the grand villa felt more like a four-by-four shoebox. I was
bored out of my mind and on the verge of losing my shit. Taking pity on me, Ms. June, the
housekeeper and Patrick’s mother, told my mother that her second son, Patrick, her baby
boy, as she fondly called him, who was around my age, was also home doing nothing for
that summer.
“If that’s okay with you, Mrs. De’Rochard, I can bring him with me to work so that Ace can
have someone around his age to talk to,” she suggested.
“That would be lovely if you could, Ms. June,” Mother replied without any hesitation.
“Pat is a good boy, so they should get along.”
“I hope they do. Again, thank you for your thoughtfulness.”
While Mother and Ms. June readily made plans for Patrick and me, I was a bit apprehensive.
It wasn’t that I was scared or did not want to meet Ms. June’s son. The truth was I’d had
limited contact with Black kids in my young life and I had no idea what to expect. It wasn’t
like I didn’t know anything about Black people. I lived in New York City, for crying out loud.
However, my inner circle had consisted of only a few selected friends from similar social,
economic, and racial backgrounds as me, strategically handpicked by my parents since I was
very young.
As the sole heir to the multi-billion-dollar De’Rochard Empire, I had learned early on to be
cautious of the constant danger that lurked around me. The risks of being approached by
individuals with ulterior motives, being kidnapped, or worse yet, being murdered by
someone who had a vendetta against my family were ever-present.”
I was only five years old when my nanny of three years had conspired to kidnap me in
exchange for $10 million in ransom. It took the FBI and my parents’ private security team
less than 2 hours to locate us in Buffalo, New York and whisk me to safety. Leonora and her
boyfriend, the apparent mastermind of the scheme, were arrested. Unfortunately, they did
not live long enough to face a judge. My father had made sure to make an example of them
just in case someone else might have had a similar idea. Father had been the only judge and
jury of that case. The Crusader Disciples had acted as the executioners. My own personal
security team was assigned to me soon after, which consisted of no less than three guards
and they’d been with me ever since.
To say the least, I was anxious about meeting Patrick. All day I kept thinking that I should lay
off the news as the media often portrayed young Black men living in the inner cities as less
than favorable. My father’s views on Black men were also not the prettiest, to put it lightly.
So, sue me if I had never dealt with any Black people except for some of the help. The night
before Ms. June brought Patrick with her, I got really edgy as endless “what-ifs” ran through
my mind. I finally fell asleep in the early morning hours only to be plagued by dreams of
different adverse outcomes of meeting Patrick.
“Hi, I’m Patrick,” said the small boy standing next to Ms. June by the theater room’s door in
a soft and sultry timbre.
I looked up to the most beautiful brownish-hazel eyes that I had ever seen that were
covered with unbelievable long lashes.
“Ace… I’m Ace,” I replied a few seconds too late, not realizing that I was staring. I quickly
reached for his extended hand that felt so small in mine as I held it a bit longer than I should
have.
“You boys, have fun!” Ms. June shouted as she went about her business.
Pat did not pull his hand from mine. Instead, he glanced at our hands with a raised brow. I
quickly let go and said the first damn thing that came to mind.
“So, you and me the whole summer, hmm?”
“Looks like it.”
Our eyes met. He smiled, and all of my nervousness was forgotten. What a smile he had! His
plump, pink lips covered a mouth with perfect white teeth. His eyes were full of mischief
that was made more noticeable by his smile. I marveled at his beauty. His dark chocolate
complexion seemed to radiate under the hot Floridian sun. I found myself staring at him too
many times during that summer. I didn’t know why, but I could not wait to see him walk
back through the door the next day each time he would go home.
Soon, I felt comfortable enough around him to be myself and talk about anything. We would
talk for hours and never get bored. We talked about our respective lives. Unlike other
people, Pat, the short name I soon began to call him, never asked me about my fortune. He
only asked about New York City since he had never been there before; and he expressed a
desire to see Central Park. I told him about my friends, school, and some of the countries I’d
visited. Like typical teenage boys, we talked about girls and celebrity crushes.
I taught him how to play chess, poker, and countless games on my PlayStation3. He was a
quick learner, and it did not take him long to start beating me at the games I had taught him.
He eagerly reciprocated my lessons by showing me how to play dominos and lidos. Unlike
me, Patrick was into sports. He played both basketball and football. He’d managed to get me
play a few games even though that wasn’t my thing. It didn’t matter what we were playing
because for that summer, as long as I was playing with Pat, I was happy. Also, we both were
excellent swimmers so we spent countless hours at the beach or the heated indoor pool
trying to outdo each other. I liked our swimming sessions the most because I could steal
glances at his body without any restriction. I particularly liked the tingling sensation in my
stomach whenever our bodies touched while we wrestled around.
Patrick was obsessed with the X-Men series. I quickly learned that Wolverine was his
absolute favorite character. He could not wait for X-Men Origins: Wolverine to come out the
following summer. He shared that his older brother, Lamar, whom he seemed to idolize, had
gotten mixed up with a gang and was now serving a three-year prison sentence for
possession of narcotics with the intent to sell in a school zone. I noticed the sadness in his
eyes when he talked about his brother, and it broke my heart to see how much he was
hurting.
About the Author
Born in Haiti and bred in
Brooklyn, NY, Lola Noire is a passionate fan of all things sports and has a love-hate
relationship with traveling. Lola is an alumna of Niagara University, John Jay College, and
National University of Ireland, Galway.
Lola Noire is the author of
the debut novel, Dual Threat Love, an interracial M/M sports story.
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