Best Served Hot

Revenge has never been sweeter.

When Jameson loses everything he holds dear, he almost drowns in a sea of despair. Bitter and broken, he shuns his friends and retreats from the world. Then a chance encounter with a handsome young man offers him a glimmer of hope, and he slowly begins to piece his life back together. Will he be given the second chance at the love he so desperately deserves?

Excerpt

Jameson’s life was a mess – not the good, fun, quirky kind, mind you. Rather it was the kind of mess that had been heated up, left out in the rain and then put away at the back of the cupboard; mostly forgotten and gathering mould.

Three months had passed since his world had fallen apart and Jameson showed no signs of wanting to pick up the pieces and start the process of rebuilding. In fact, he seemed quite content to stay in his little cocoon, hiding from the world. In his defense, his life had exploded in such a spectacular fashion that it seemed he might have angered just about every deity known to man.

That hellish week had started off badly when the company he worked for had been subject to a hostile takeover. The new owners had a reputation for being ruthless in gutting their acquisitions and the following day he received confirmation that he was indeed now without gainful employment. This, in itself, hadn’t all been so terrible, as he had a sizeable savings account and someone with his business acumen and head for numbers was quite employable. It just wasn’t the best timing to say the least, as he was already a tad stressed, with his wedding to the love of his life, David, only two weeks away.

Two days later he’d received a rather odd phone call saying his final check to the caterers had bounced. It was only when he inquired at the bank that he learned he’d been the victim of credit card fraud…to the tune of several thousand dollars. Fortunately, his other bank account had remained untouched. However, the task of trying to sort the fraudulent purchases from the legitimate ones was complicated by all the miscellaneous wedding expenses they’d had over the past few months.

Again, Jameson had taken it in his stride but the next disaster proved to be a death knell for his resolve. Exactly one week before their nuptials, David, accompanied by Jameson’s best friend since childhood – Judd – came to see him with something to confess.

“I’m sorry but I can’t marry you,” his fiancé began. “It’s nothing you’ve done.”

“We’re in love,” Judd had added.

And so the feeble explanations of their treacherous behavior continued while Jameson’s heart simply shut down. He sat there, numbly, while they pleaded for forgiveness and understanding. Chances were he could have coped with any of the three traumas individually but with them all heaped together it was simply too overwhelming.

Things might have continued on in this destructive spiral if hadn’t been for a slippery patch of white tiles on the bathroom floor...