A Man To Remember by M.M. Phoenix

He’s the straight bartender I can’t resist. I’m the past he can’t remember.

Jesse
Trying to be helpful was my first mistake.
When my brother asked me for a favor for his old friend, of course I said yes. A few phone calls later, Austin walked into my world with a camera and an attitude.
And that should have been the end of the story, but I just couldn’t help being nosy.
One minute I’m finding excuses to watch him work, the next I’m volunteering to be one of his models.
Here’s the thing: I’ve never been interested in men. Ever. But the way Austin’s hands position my body, the way his voice drops when he tells me exactly how he wants me—it’s rewriting everything I thought I knew about myself.
Too bad he acts like touching me is a punishment he’s willing to endure.
What the hell did I do to make him hate me this much?

Austin
Working in Jesse’s territory wasn’t part of the plan, but I need these shots and his club is perfect for what I’m shooting.
Or so I thought, because the second I lay my eyes on him, I know it’s a mistake. He’s no longer the broken boy I once knew.
He’s changed too much. Looks too different. Doing too well.
Yes, Jesse Welsh deserves all the worst in the world for what he did to me.
But apparently, destroying me was such an insignificant detail in Jesse’s life that he doesn’t even remember doing it.
Maybe that’s for the best. I came back to the city for work, not to dig up old graves. And it certainly makes it easier to pretend I don’t still get breathless when he smiles.
I survived him once, I can do it again. It’s just for the summer, anyway.