I’ve been asked several times which of my characters is my favorite. Below is a snippet from my favorite character’s book, This Isn’t Love, This Isn’t Me. Hopefully you guys will love Dominik just as much as I do. Mind you, this is unedited.

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“Please, come with me?” Luxe begs. His one green almost teal eye begs him to give in. To run away with and never look back again. The only problem is he can’t. Nathaniel has tainted him down to his very soul.

Besides he’s not good enough for Luxe… He’s not good enough. He’s broken… Defective, unworthy of anyone’s love. He can’t burden Luxe with someone like him. Luxe deserves so much better. Luxe can have anyone the other man chooses.

Why Luxe has chosen him he doesn’t understand. He can’t understand… Everyone can see how weak he is. He couldn’t even hold onto Nathaniel’s love for a year…

“Why?” He knows he’s being stupid about this. Take Luxe’s offer… No… He can’t put Luxe in danger… He can’t be what Luxe needs him to be.

Luxe’s one soft hand gently moves over his face to trace the line of his nose, “Because I want you too, mon tresor. I want to take you away from him. Please come with me?”

He stands in complete confusion for several minutes. Blinking, nothing more. He can’t fully comprehend someone wanting to do something nice for him on purpose. Well sure the band and Sig does but they don’t count.

“Please, Dominik?” Luxe’s French accents emphasizes the “inik” of his name. It sounds like music in the tiled bathroom.

He wants to desperately to say yes. To leave but he can’t… Afraid he will say to much he merely shakes his head no. He can’t risk talking anymore to this man. The man who makes him forget himself threatening everything he’s worked so hard to keep secret.

Luxe’s handsome face falls in disappointment, and at this moment he feels even more like a failure for causing such distress in Luxe. This pink haired man has accomplished in less then five minutes what Nathaniel has been trying to do for years.

He wants to please this man. He doesn’t want to cause Luxe any undo sadness at all. The only reason such feelings arise with Nathaniel is because he doesn’t want to be beaten but with Luxe it’s different. He wishes to do everything in his power to make Luxe happy.

He knows what’s best for Luxe and he certainly is not it. Luxe doesn’t know this yet but in time he will. The wonderfully caring man will see how defective and broken he is and leave him behind just as everyone else has. He knows this.

He knows he can easily fall in love with this man and once his heart is opened like that it will be easy to shred into a million little pieces. Something like that he can’t recover from.

He can’t take that kind of rejection. Not from Luxe.

He can’t.

“I’m sorry.” He whispers so softly he has major doubts Luxe could even hear him.

A soft sigh and another small kiss startles him to say the least.

Luxe once again steals his breath away with the most tenderest of kisses. “You have nothing to be sorry for, mon tresor.”

Luxe’s words spiral him into an even deeper pit of confusion.