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ALTERED HEART
ALTERED HEART
Kate Steele
Kate Steele
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Altered Heart
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Kate Steele
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Copyright ©©©© October 2008 by Kate Steele
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Editor: Vanessa Lillie
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Cover Artist: Croco Designs
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Chapter One
Opening his eyes, Rio let his gaze focus on the pale, luminous orb of the moon. It was
full tonight. That explained the increased tension on the street, the edgier, almost frantic
mood that stalked the darkness. Whether others believed it or not, Rio was sure the full
moon could affect some people. Emotions rose higher and hotter and faster. It could
become a night of unsurpassed passion or pure, unmitigated disaster. All the possibilities in
the world could line up and be subject to the desires and daring of each individual.
Gaze lowering, he noted the passing people. There were a few glances sent his way,
but no one stopped. Not surprising. Everyone followed the unspoken cardinal rule that
governed behavior on the street. Never stick your nose into someone else’s business -- even
if they looked like they needed help. Don’t get involved. Don’t step voluntarily into
anything that had the potential to become unpleasant. He was glad no one stopped. The
last thing he needed now was some well-meaning sap trying to help him out. Strangely
cheered by that thought, he pushed away from the wall and turned to continue his way
home when a large hand curled around his biceps, halting his progress.
“Hey, pretty boy. You looking for a date?”
Rio twisted his head and fixed his gaze on the man who spoke. He was tall, with
shaggy brown hair and shadowed eyes, handsome in a rough, almost brutish way. He
shifted his stance, and light from the blinking neon of a nearby bar whisked the shadows
away. His eyes shone, no, glittered with some need, one that made Rio’s senses tingle in
alarm.
“Sorry. I’m through for the night,” he said.
“That’s too bad. I could make it well worth your while.” The man pulled his hand out
of his pocket to reveal a thick wad of cash. “Three hundred for your ass and half an hour of
your time. What say, pretty?”
Rio eyed the cash and considered the offer. He could definitely use the extra money.
Rent was coming due, not to mention he could go for a really good meal. Ramen noodles
and peanut butter sandwiches were getting old despite the fact that he actually liked them.
A steak would be a welcome change of pace.
“I don’t do bareback,” Rio warned, deciding to take a chance. “And I don’t suck raw
cock or swallow.”
“Not a problem,” the man agreed.
“You got a place?”
“Follow me.”
Squelching his misgivings, Rio followed the stranger. He was broad shouldered and
brawny. No one would dare shout “fag” at this guy. As they walked, a familiar sensation
overtook Rio. He became calm, dispassionate, and uncaring, locking himself and his
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emotions away. It was a defense mechanism he’d cultivated to help him cope with the
harsh realities of his life. Selling himself to strangers, letting them use his body for money
was about as harsh as it got, but he had no choice.
A runaway at sixteen, he’d never finished high school and had no plans to do so.
When he thought about it, one question came to mind: what use would a diploma be,
anyway? It wasn’t as though he’d ever be able to afford to go to college. Without any
special skills or education, he couldn’t find a job that paid more than minimum wage.
Flipping burgers under the golden arches wouldn’t pay his rent, let alone provide him with
food and other necessities.
Two streets over, a familiar sight came into view. It was Sander’s, a hotel that was a
favorite haunt for those needing a room by the hour. A slight wave of relief calmed the
small bit of tension he had yet to get under control. This was a known entity. He’d been
here before. At least the sheets on the bed would be clean. No matter the reason the rooms
were rented, the owner actually gave a shit about his place and his reputation.
They turned in at the entrance and Rio waited silently by the elevator doors while the
man negotiated the rental rate with the desk clerk. Keycard in hand, he joined Rio and the
two of them took the elevator to the third floor. The room numbers slid by as they walked
the silent hall, then stopped before 308. After inserting the keycard, a flash of green
indicated the lock had opened. His customer opened the door. Resigned, Rio followed him
inside.
It was a typical hotel room, bland, utilitarian, and in this case, just plain dreary. The
walls were painted a color that might have once been cream but was now borderline gray.
It gave the place a gloomy, closed-in feeling, reminiscent of being under an overcast sky.
The bathroom was to the left by the front door. The fixtures were old-fashioned with the
sink sporting a rust stain under the dripping faucet. Farther inside was a queen-size bed,
covered by a navy blue comforter decorated with garish pink and yellow roses. There was
also a prefab dresser and a table with two chairs pulled up to it.
There was nothing else to see, nor any reason to waste time. Rio wanted to move
forward, do the deed, and be gone before his mind could start screaming at him to get out.
“Strip,” the man growled as he began to peel out of his own clothes.
“My money?” Rio coolly inquired.
Impatiently pulling the money from his pocket, the man dropped the agreed-upon
amount on the dresser in a flutter of fifties and twenties.
“Satisfied?”
Nodding, Rio averted his eyes and complied with his customer’s initial demand. After
toeing off his shoes, he dropped his jacket, T-shirt, jeans, and briefs on one of the chairs,
then pulled off his socks and laid them over his shoes.
“Nice. Just like I pictured. I do like them slender and young. How old are you, kid?”
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