A Different Romance

This page and this book is meant for mature readers. Honestly, it will have no appeal to a teen. There’s nothing I write that you don’t already know.

Coming Out of Hiding

This book deals with erectile dysfunction, and the way Max and Tae cope with the problem and attempt overcome it. As a result, there are some explicit scenes, but there is nothing erotic.  Any mature adult should be able to read it without embarrassment because as adults we all know what a sexual relationship is.

About Erectile Dysfunction

Erectile dysfunction or ED is a man’s inability to obtain or maintain an erection. It is broken down according to the cause. Not all of it is treatable.

The nerves to the penis must function properly. There has to be sufficient blood flow, and the minute valves within must be capable of trapping and releasing that blood at the proper times. And there has to be the desire or the brain stimulation that tells the body what to do.

It sounds rather simple but it is all very complex. Harding of the arteries, that nasty build up of cholesterol in our bodies, can prevent blood flow to the area. Scar tissue from damage to the penis, known as Peyronie’s disease, can interfere with blood flow. Most of us think of Peyronie’s as being acute bending or twisting during an erection but it can be quite subtle and not painful. Venous leakage (weak veins), nerve diseases, chronic illness, and certain medications can also prevent erections. Treatment for prostate cancer for various reasons can cause temporary or permanent problems. Alcohol consumption can interfere with the erection process. And then there is stress, anxiety, and depression.

Men don’t like to talk about it. They cringe at the thought of such a problem, and they are often devastated when they have a failure. Unfortunately the women who love these men are usually the ones left to cope with the problem.

Erectile dysfunction is slowly coming out of the closet with the discovery of the medication that became known as Viagra and several pharmaceutical companies openly advertising their products. This is a fantastic aid for some men but not all.  There are other treatments. Insurance companies that wouldn’t cover the cost of medications and treatments are now either covering it or covering a portion of it. And although men are usually uncomfortable discussing this with a doctor, it is worth checking all their options with a urologist who specializes in erection dysfunction.

I hope none of my readers ever have to deal with erectile dysfunction, but one in five of you will face it at some point. Even the worst case of erectile dysfunction does not need to put a halt to the intimacy of a loving relationship.

Coming Out of Hiding is not  about erectile dysfunction, it’s about a young couple with plenty of problems who are trying to find happiness that will last a lifetime.

Coming Out of Hiding

Coming Out of Hiding

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Erectile Dysfunction or ED affects over thirty million men in the USA, and most men before the age of forty have experienced it at least once. A multitude of factors can cause ED, and men don’t like to discuss it. For Maxwell Hutton, erectile dysfunction is the direct result of physical damage sustained while serving in the military. Over forty percent of his body is scarred, and consequently, he hides from the world.

Tae Harris conjures up creepy images of her reclusive client until her fall from a ladder forces Max to go to her aid. She discovers he’s nothing compared to what she had imagined. He’s tall, with a handsome face, and warm, genuine smile. Her initial revulsion when she sees his scarred hand fades as she accepts him and his companionship.

Tentative friendship blossoms into love, but Max’s own vanity makes him think that he’s not man enough to be more than a friend. The physical pain of loving Tae forces him to seek treatment. Even then, he discovers that he’ll never be the man he once was. But Tae’s about to prove he’s more a man than he realizes.

 

Excerpt:

She pulled his shirts from the dryer and hung them. When she finished, he made her drop the crutches back down. He then proceeded to show her how to properly use a single crutch. She tried and he showed her again.

“Like this,” he said. “Now, you try.” He handed her back the crutch and tried to adjust it under her arm. “If you do it right you can really get around on it.”

“Sir,” Randolph said. “The list, and I’ll go shopping.”

“It’s on the table,” she answered and hobbled with the crutch as she went into the kitchen.

Randolph took the paper, stared at Max for a moment, and thanked Tae. Bidding them both a good day, Randolph walked out the back door.

Max smiled at her. “Let’s try again, there’s more room in here.”

Once again, he tried to help her adjust the crutch under her arm. “Like this.”

***

Slightly off balance, it didn’t take much for her to completely lose it. The crutch slid backwards as she began to fall forward. She put her hands out in front of her hoping to grab for the counter, or at least, break her fall. Mr. Hutton grabbed her waist with both hands. The crutch clattered to the floor. Somehow, Mr. Hutton had managed to keep her from falling. He righted her, and immediately, he stuck his hand into his pocket, as he picked up the crutch with his other hand. She saw enough of the dark and misshapen hand to realize that something was very wrong.

She stared at the pocket that encased his hand and then at his face. That look of mental anguish was too familiar, as she had borne it many times in her own life. No stranger to adversity, she had been called every name in the book over the years because she was too tall, too ugly, her hair was too curly, and her face was scarred.

“Your hand,” she said putting her own out to him. “Take it out.”

“No,” he said with sadness in his voice. “I’m sorry you had to see it.”

“Don’t be that way. Please. I really didn’t see it.”

“You don’t need to see it.” His eyes narrowed and he shook his head.

“Yes, I do, because if I see it then you won’t have to hide it anymore.”

“Ms. Harris, it was badly burned, I try to keep it hidden.”

“Please, give me your hand,” she said calmly, her eyes now focused on his pocket.

“It’s disgusting.”

“Sir, I know all about disgusting. I’ve lived with it all my life. Your hand,” she demanded. Slowly, his hand slid out of his pocket. Her heart thumped. Eww! Timidly, she took what was left of the disfigured and color-mottled hand in hers. She studied it for a moment and then gazed into his pretty golden brown eyes. “Does it still hurt?”

“Only the pinky finger on occasion,” he countered with a crooked smile.

She glanced at his hand, caught his joke, and giggled. She could see the wide smile spread across his face. Turning his hand over in hers, she asked, “What remains still works?”

“Yes,” he said and flexed his remaining fingers.

“Good, so stop hiding it. I really don’t mind that it’s scarred and missing fingers.” She ran her other hand over the disfigured one. “It’s amazingly soft.” She gave him back his hand. “Is that why you’re a recluse?”

“It plays a part,” he said.

“And the limp? Does that have anything to do with what happened to your hand?”

He nodded. His golden brown eyes stared into hers, as if beseeching her. She smiled at him, and instantly saw his eyes widen and dilate slightly. The warmth of his gaze penetrated her. Her body tingled under the heat, and she pushed the sensation away.

“Okay, so teach me how to use this darn thing, without knocking me off my feet. Once was enough. Oh, and please stop calling me Ms. Harris. My name is Tae.”

“I know your name is Tae. I’ve known it from the very beginning.”

He taught her how to use the crutch and once she got the hang of it, she did rather well. They both wound up laughing over the idea of racing each other down the hall. She offered to make a pot of tea and he accepted.

“If I’m going to call you Tae, will you call me Max?”

“Certainly.” A genuine smile spread over her face. A little male attention was always welcomed, but there was something different about Max, something sincere about his camaraderie. Something that made her very comfortable.

Tae made tea and then sat with her foot propped on a chair. Max told her a little about the IED and what had happened.

“I was still recovering from my wounds when I lost my parents. That left me the heir to Hutton Designs. I’ve been to the corporate office on several occasions, but the concept of recluse is actually a blessing. I can work from home and I have less stress as a result.” He also admitted he had a high tech security system, and he could see every room in the house.

She looked at him wide-eyed and asked, “Including the bathrooms and bedrooms?”

“I could, but I don’t. It’s programmed for the downstairs, the upstairs hallway, and the staircases. It would be a hassle to program it for the other rooms. If there is an intruder, then all the rooms are recorded as a safety precaution. You’d hear an alarm, and then about five seconds later it would start recording.”

“How do I know that you aren’t watching me undress at night?”

“You’ll have to trust me.” He grinned.

She decided she would have to believe him. “If I have to trust you, then please trust me. I can do my job. I won’t let anything go. I’m not so sure how I can do some things, but I’m certain in a few days this foot will be better.”

“I don’t want you to overdo it. I am responsible for sending you off that ladder.” He took a sip of his tea. “Tae, why are you looking at me like that?”

She could feel herself blushing. “Because you’re quite handsome and I’ve never met a man who was as handsome as you and as nice.”

“Handsome with this claw?”

“It’s not a claw, it’s your hand. And yes, you are handsome and very nice.”

“And you have beautiful eyes.”

Before she could say thank you, Randolph walked through the back door with groceries. She stood up and began to put things away.

“I’m no chef, but I can cook. I promise I won’t poison anyone.” She giggled.

Randolph watched as Max picked up his cup with his right hand. “Sir?”

“It doesn’t matter, she knows,” Max replied before taking another sip of his tea.

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