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Zimaya Heights

By: Stevie Woods | Other books by Stevie Woods
Published By: Stevie Woods
Published: Oct 04, 2012
Word Count: 37,600
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Categories: Romance>Fantasy Romance>GLBT>Gay Romance>Erotic Romance

Twenty-seven year old Willem Rostoq is worried about his father, Tomaz, the famous explorer and archaeologist who's missing in just about the most dangerous place in the world. In a fit of pique Will pressed his father to take on the challenge to find the fabled lost city of the Q’anan in the dangerous jungles of the Zimaya Heights. Will persuades Gant, an old colleague of his father, to accompany him on an expedition to find Tomaz.

Through torrential rain and unbelievable heat, surrounded by insects, vicious snakes, and animals long since thought extinct, they travel deeper and deeper into the jungle toward the Heights and the towering Mount Zimaya.

As a youth Will looked up to Gant, but Gant attracts the adult Will in a very different way. Gant would like nothing better than to share his life with Will, but how Will react when he discovers why Tomaz threw him out all those years ago?
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Sensuality Rating:   lipliplip
Willem paced up and down in front of his living room window, doing his best to keep calm, but it was very hard. He was worried for his father. Truth be told, he was guilty over his father. Tomaz Rostoq had been missing now for over a month, and Will couldn’t help believing it was mostly his fault that his father was lost in the wilds of the Zimaya.

Rostoq’s whole life had been an adventure, searching out one myth after another, proving some, debunking others. Will loved his father, but he was never quite sure if he really liked him.

Now, though, as he stood at the window of his apartment, overlooking the busy city spread out below, Will wondered if he was as dysfunctional as the rest of his family. If he hadn’t let his negative emotions control him that evening at the banquet, Will would never have challenged his father to do what he did. And Tomaz Rostoq wouldn’t be lost deep in an uncharted jungle.

Lost in his thoughts, Will started when there was a knock at the door. Collecting himself, Will walked to his front door and opened it to find a tall, rangy man casually leaning against the door jamb. He straightened when he saw Will, his eyes widening a little.

“Well, I know it’s been a few years, Willem, but you surely have grown.”

“Come in, Master Gant,” Will said, stepping aside to let him in. It must have been what…? Twelve years at least since Will had last seen Erasmus Gant, and yet the man had hardly changed; his brown hair was a little shorter with just a sprinkling of gray, but other than that he looked exactly the same. He was still a very attractive man, no matter than he must only be about five or six years younger than Will’s mother. One of the things that Will remembered most vividly was his eyes. A quick glance would tell you they were brown, but if you really looked up you would see the flecks of green that somehow flashed brighter when he was excited.

“Thanks. Just Gant,” the man said, as he moved gracefully inside. That was one of the things that Will remembered most about Gant; he moved liked one of the big jungle felids, smooth and easy.

“Of course, I remember you dislike your given name.”

“Hate would be a more accurate description,” Gant admitted with a smile. “I was surprised to get your message. I’ve not been welcome by anyone in the Rostoq family since your father sent me packing all those years ago.”

“I wasn’t privy to the reason for your… estrangement from my father, Gant. My mother and I never had any ill feelings toward you. Whatever happened between you and my father was a personal situation.” Will hesitated, began to pace again until he became aware of Gant watching him closely. “I’m sorry, please take a seat.”

Gant nodded and sat down. “Spit it out, son,” he said. “You asked me here for a reason, so let’s get to it.”

“Please don’t call me son,” Will said. “I’m not used to it, and it always sounds as if it belongs to someone else.”

Gant frowned. “As you wish. Willem?”

“Will, please. Willem sounds like my grandfather. I hate Lem, and I won’t even consider what my father used to call me as a boy.”

Gant guffawed. “Yes, I always did think that was cruel and unusual behavior, calling you Willy. I’m sure he did it because he knew it annoyed you.”

“You think so? I always thought he didn’t even realize,” Will said wistfully.

Gant’s smile faded, and he replied, “No, he always noticed you, Will, and I know he loved you very much. He just wasn’t good at showing it.”

“No, he wasn’t. He always showed me I came second or third to his career, depending how much he needed my mother at any particular time.” Will saw that Gant was about to speak again, and raised a hand to stop him. “I didn’t invite you here to discuss my childhood or your opinion of Tomaz Rostoq’s abilities as a husband and father.”

“So, why did you invite me here, Will? I admit to being very curious when I received the invite.”

Will took a deep breath. “I want you to help me find my father.”

Zimaya Heights

By: Stevie Woods