Cal Paxton and Jeeze Madrid are the top scouting team on the Pathfinder-class starship, the Carson, on the very outer edge of Earth’s expansion across the galaxy. A Pathfinder’s job is to evaluate planets for colonization. Cal’s and Jeeze’s job is to find the planets for the Carson’s scientists to analyze.

Cal and Jeeze are wingmen, best friends… and lovers. Cal wants more than a casual relationship but Jeeze, recently divorced, is wary of commitment. When Jeeze is shot down over a planet inhabited by a race Earth has never before encountered, what will Cal find when the Carson can finally mount a rescue mission? Will he ever succeed in persuading Jeeze to take up that offer of hand and heart?







Publication Date :
First Edition:
06 April 2013
Second Edition:
 14 January 2017
Publisher: Glass Hat Press

Wordcount: c 20,900

Category: Sci Fi, Gay mainstream.

This book took my breath away. Not just because its story takes place in an interesting future, with puzzling aliens, and a real threat to the main characters’ lives and happiness, … the story is a really good one: great science fiction combined with a deeply emotional love story. Some of it was mind-bending and gruesome, and I cannot say it was a comfortable read. But it was a great read… Rainbow Book Reviews.



Cal helped him out of his jacket, trying not to think unworthy thoughts about how smoking hot Jeeze was. Even on normal days, Jeeze was hot enough to make Cal’s breath to come short and his pupils to dilate in what Cal assured Jeeze was a sex now! right now! conditioned response. On a day when they’d just become very rich men—even if it had only been temporary in Jeeze’s case—Jeeze was as sizzling as the incandescent surface of an exploding supernova.

They were the same height, just right for it to be effortless for Cal to lean forward and lick his way into a kiss. Other than that, they weren’t very alike. Jeeze was all brown-toned skin, black hair and eyes, and, with that long elegant body and straight-backed bearing, owed much to his Spanish-Mexican forebears. When he turned his head to meet Cal’s mouth with his own, the light glinted on sharply-defined cheekbones and shadowed his cheek down to a strong jaw and the full mouth Cal just had to kiss again. He was beautiful. Cal always felt washed-out in comparison and that his dark-blond hair and sea-blue eyes looked all the more colorless. If Jeeze was a dark flame, then Cal was the pale moth fluttering around getting his wings scorched, like Icarus getting too close to the sun. All that would be left of him would be a little tin heart in the ashes