Searching For Shelter

Searching For Shelter

by Morticia Knight

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ISBN-13: 9781784309503
Publisher: Totally Entwined Group Ltd
Publication date: 01/19/2016
Series: Sin City Uniforms , #6
Sold by: Barnes & Noble
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 145
Sales rank: 986,523
File size: 4 MB

About the Author

Morticia Knight spends most of her nights writing about men loving men forever after.

If there happens to be some friendly bondage or floggings involved, she doesn’t begrudge her characters whatever their filthy little heart’s desire. Even though she’s been crafting her naughty tales for more years than she’d like to share – her adventures as a published author began in 2011.

Once upon a time she was the lead singer in an indie rock band that toured the West Coast and charted on U.S. college radio. She currently resides on the northern Oregon coast and when she’s not fantasizing about hot men she takes walks along the ocean and annoys the local Karaoke bar patrons.

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Copyright © Morticia Knight 2016. All Rights Reserved, Totally Entwined Group Limited, T/A Pride Publishing.

“Uh, thanks anyway. But I’m just going to go inside now.”

Rich’s third—no, maybe second—worst date of all time attempted to shove his hand down Rich’s pants. Again.

“No means no, asshole.”

The air whooshed out of Rich as Jay slammed him against the door of the small house that Rich rented with two other guys.

Where’s Frank when I need him?

One glimpse of the big bruiser’s ponderous bulk typically had most men coming to the conclusion that Rich wasn’t that cute. Not that Rich was a total wimp, but despite being pretty tall, he was lean. He’d also been attracting an unusual amount of desperate, grabby men with horndog testosterone strength lately.

Rich continued struggling to keep Jay’s fingers from traveling any farther than a couple of inches past his belt and into the danger zone. The guy was determined. Rich’s pants were tight as fuck. Jay had been placing wet, sloppy kisses—that Rich figured were supposed to turn him on—up and down his neck while he persistently searched for gold.

Is that the bleu cheese from the burger he ate that’s on his breath?

“Seriously. Get offa me!”

Furious and more than over it, Rich shoved Jay back as hard as he could. Something seemed to have permeated Jay’s lizard brain, because he stepped off.

“What’s your problem?”

“My…?” Rich huffed and crossed his arms angrily. “Oh my God. Just go.”

Jay stared at him as if Rich was insane. Rich gave him the ‘are you even listening to me, you idiot?’ expression with arched eyebrows and a toss of his upturned hands.

Jay let out a derisive snort. “Fine. But you’ll be missing out on this.” He grabbed his crotch, jiggling his hand in emphasis.

And your breath that reeks of moldy dairy products.

“I’ll try and get over it.”

“Fuck you!”

Rich sniffed. “Not if you were the last cock on earth.”

He turned on his heel, thrust his key in the lock, then rammed the door with his full weight to bust it open. There was a loud smacking sound as if the largest piece of Velcro ever made had just ripped open as the door hurled inward and banged against the wall. It had a tendency to stick at certain times of the year. Rich slammed it shut, locking himself safely inside. More weird smells accosted his nostrils. He was pretty sure it was a combination of Frank’s socks and Chan’s rather impressive collection of old fast food bags with the contents mostly consumed. Mostly.

God, I keep telling them if they’re going to be gross, to at least keep the doors to their rooms shut.

As the resident homo, he was constantly told it was his sexual orientation that dictated his need for cleanliness. He reminded them that he wasn’t a stereotype, just a man who didn’t appreciate having the urge to vomit every time he entered his own home.

Rich tossed his light cardigan on one of the rickety dining table chairs. He couldn’t complain about the tacky garage sale furniture, since it’d already been there when he’d answered their ad for a roommate two years before. He meandered into the kitchen then checked the fridge to see if any of his Pepsis had survived being unguarded for the three hours of his life he’d wasted on his so-called date.


Letting out a defeated sigh, he considered being vindictive and taking one of their Red Bulls or Snapples.


He couldn’t do it. It was beyond him why he couldn’t convince his inner good boy to let him have one lousy cold drink. He straightened, letting the refrigerator drift closed on its own. Rich took two steps toward the cupboard that held the plates and glasses then reached up to retrieve his favorite Star Wars cup. He held it under the tap, turning the spigot. He didn’t bother checking to see if there was ice. No Pepsi equaled no ice. He knew the drill.

After grabbing his sweater, he took that, along with his tepid glass of water, to his room. It was the first one at the beginning of the hallway, across from the bathroom he shared with Chan. Frank was the original renter, he and Chan were merely the rentees. Frank occupied the room with the master bath.

Once he’d entered it, he shut himself in then lit one of the Glade air freshening candles. The stink of the house always seeped under his door, and he refused to begin stuffing towels in the jamb. He tried to make his personal space as soothing as possible, his own little sanctuary from his semi-crappy job and the teen shelter where he volunteered.

His gaze traveled to the traitorous laptop. It’d promised him untold riches of boyfriends and the one guy who’d light up his world. The one who’d hold him every night, tell him about his day, care about what Rich did during his and finally, build a life with him that would last forever. Oh, and they’d be madly, passionately in love and fuck like bunnies.

Instead, had turned out to be worse than Grindr. He’d lost count of how many pointless first dates he’d gone on, but he knew it’d easily soared into the double digits. He’d only turned to it after the last guy he’d met in a non-virtual setting and had really liked a lot, had not only never given him a chance, but had found someone else.


He was super sexy, not too much older than Rich’s twenty-six years, and was all about helping people. He’d even ended up being hired as the Executive Director at the new LGBTQ shelter that was close to being completed, which was how they’d met originally. But Brett had found his one true love. Or Cole had found him. Either way, no one had found Rich.

After eyeing his computer suspiciously one more time, he tossed his sweater over it as if declaring it dead. His Kindle called to him. If nothing else, he could at least have a book boyfriend.

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Searching For Shelter 3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 1 reviews.
Meg4017 More than 1 year ago
3.5 This book has been give to me for free in exchange for an honest review. The description on this is very accurate. Diego and Rich are both very likable characters. This is a bit hard for me to review because I liked the writing, I liked the characters, I liked the humor and I liked the story. I would have given this 4stars if the story hadn't ended the way it did. The last chapter wrapped everything up without us seeing how it all wrapped up. Rich's employment situation at the shelter was taken care of. I'm not quite sure if the person who was responsible for the attacks was actually caught or onely named but it seemed like the situation had been taken care of. And I still wonder if Diego's co-workers death was due to recklessness or if there was evil in the area. There was enough emphasis on the lack of safety in place that I was sure something else would be brought to light. So, with all that said, I have read several of Morticia Knights books that I really liked, this one just didn't seem fully complete to me.