My name is Christianna Spencer and I’m a new author on Dreamspinner Press stopping by to promo my debut story that comes out May 2, 2012.
By Christianna Spencer
M/M Erotica short story
Coming May 2, 2012 from Dreamspinner Press
Blurb: Being a college student on a road trip means making certain sacrifices, like eating gas station food instead of in decent restaurants and staying in a series of tacky motel rooms. When Aiden leaves his buddy Chase to search for some excitement, he figures the dive bar not far from the motel is as good a place as any to start the night. At least he can get a couple of drinks and hustle some poor sucker out of a few bucks at pool. There’s even the possibility of getting a little action if he plays his cards right—a possibility that quickly becomes reality in the form of a dark and sexy stranger named Tyler.
Aiden looked at their new accommodations as he sat on the end of his bed, hearing Chase busy himself with God knows what in the bathroom. He couldn’t figure out why no matter where the road took them, he and Chase always seemed to stay in the same motel room. True, the decor was different for each, bad ’70s porn motif here or a fishing theme there, but somehow they all just seemed to feel the same. It was like the same guy went around designing crappy motel rooms.
Aiden stared at the tacky—and God, were they ever—furnishings as he ran his hands over the legs of his jeans. Being a college student on a road trip meant you made certain sacrifices. Gas station food versus decent restaurants had been the most common, but this mustard-yellow carpeted nightmare was, in his mind, the worst so far. That observation had only been added to when he caught his muscular reflection staring back at him from gold-veined, mirrored tiles.
“You sure about this, Chase?” Aiden called toward the closed door. “What we talked about in the car… you’re sure?”
“Yeah.” Chase’s voice came loud and clear through the sound of running water behind the door. “Just trust me, Aiden.”
Aiden pushed himself up, making his way over to the bathroom. He leaned his six-foot-one frame against the doorjamb and brought a hand to his head, his fingers running absently over his mess of dark blond hair. “If this is about that ‘vanilla’ comment I made—”
The door opened just enough for Chase to stick his shaggy head out, a cloud of steam from the shower inside hitting Aiden full in the face. “Aiden, I’m sure. Just go enjoy yourself.”
Aiden sighed, shaking his head slightly, as he looked at his lover. “Okay.” He turned and headed for the door, grabbing his keys as he passed the TV.
About the Author:Christianna Spencer began writing as a child, filling page after page with whatever her vivid imagination could come up with. After she placed in a grade school writing contest, her heart was dead-set on becoming an author.
Christianna works part time in retail when she’s not letting her imagination run wild and calls a small town in Southern Michigan home. She has an interest in mythology, genealogy, and the supernatural. She enjoys spending time with her cats and friends as well as reading, cooking, music, and travel.
She can be contacted via email at firstname.lastname@example.org.
Thanks for stopping by, Christianna!
Until next time, take care!