Doormen of the Upper East Side Series by August Jones

What if this is the worst idea? I may be struggling as an artist in New York, but I’m a great doorman. Is it the easiest job in the city? Probably. And it gives my mind all the time it needs to wander. Sometimes to my current project or muse, but more often to the one who got away.I was the one he used to reach for in the middle of the night when the nightmares came... moreWhat if this is the worst idea? I may be struggling as an artist in New York, but I’m a great doorman. Is it the easiest job in the city? Probably. And it gives my mind all the time it needs to wander. Sometimes to my current project or muse, but more often to the one who got away.I was the one he used to reach for in the middle of the night when the nightmares came. My adopted brother, once not much more than a stranger, became my closest friend during one of the most difficult times of his life.Now home from years overseas as a journalist, Fischer is back in his apartment on the Upper East Side where I man the door most evenings, adjusting to his life as a single dad. I’ve missed him, and at least that feeling is mutual.The other feelings I have for Fischer aren’t something we talk about or even acknowledge. No. He only rubs my back to help me sleep. We cuddle up to watch TV. We touch because he needs it, and I crave it. Then, with a single kiss eight years in the making, we unleash a love that could grind both our lives to dust. less

PH24This is my confession…Cristian Doorman at Gramercy Place on the Upper East SideMy first love died in her sleep, and I ask forgiveness every day from a God I struggle to believe in. I write poems in a basement, keep my failures and secrets to myself, and live a life that feels like a lie. A life I owe to a man I barely know.Gibson Hayes is married, wealthy, powerful, and the man who gave me my job when I came to New York. He’s the most generous of billionaires and the most mysterious of men... morePH24This is my confession…Cristian Doorman at Gramercy Place on the Upper East SideMy first love died in her sleep, and I ask forgiveness every day from a God I struggle to believe in. I write poems in a basement, keep my failures and secrets to myself, and live a life that feels like a lie. A life I owe to a man I barely know.Gibson Hayes is married, wealthy, powerful, and the man who gave me my job when I came to New York. He’s the most generous of billionaires and the most mysterious of men.When he wants to promote me from his doorman to his personal assistant, curiosity and loyalty tempt me to say yes. I don’t expect to find a sudden, deep connection with a man old enough to be my father. As the mystery of him unravels, and he seeks to ease my pain, I become a willing victim of his own suffering. When being bad feels this good, it’s hard to care about one more black mark on my soul, even if the price we’ll pay for our sins will break us both. less