β Scribed by J.L. Merrow
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
The bigger they come, the harder they fall...in love.
Cambridge art professor Larry Morton takes one, alcohol-glazed look at the huge, tattooed man looming in a dark alley, and assumes he's done for. Moments later he finds himself disarmed--literally and figuratively. And, the next morning, he can't rest until he offers an apology to the man who turned out to be more gentle than giant.
Larry's intrigued to find there's more to Al Fletcher than meets the eye; he possesses a natural artistic talent that shines through untutored technique. Unfortunately, no one else seems to see the sensitive soul beneath Al's imposing, scarred, undeniably sexy exterior. Least of all Larry's class-conscious family, who would like nothing better than to split up this mismatched pair.
Is it physical? Oh, yes, it's deliciously physical, and so much more--which makes Larry's next task so daunting. Not just convincing his colleagues, friends and family that their relationship is...
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