Monday, August 3, 2015

Monday Flash Fics #3: Roadside Assistance

Monday morning already? Maybe this will make it a little better! Here's the inspiration pic for this week's flash. The rules are to use the pic, and say it in 500 words or less. This week's tale is Roadside Assistance. You can find other stories here.

Roadside Assistance by Julie Lynn Hayes

“I said get in the fucking trunk!” Chip growled.

I shrank back against the car. The door handle jabbed my ass, painfully, and I winced. I hadn’t taken Chip seriously the first time he’d spoken the words. Now, I was starting to think he just might mean it.

“W-what the hell, dude, you need to chill out.” My words sounded braver than I felt, and stuttering wasn’t helping a damn thing. Chip was mad, and I knew it, but it was just so ridiculous. All because I’d happened to notice a stranger at the gas station. A cute guy in a white T-shirt and rumpled jeans. Probably a traveler, just like us.

So what?

So maybe Chip was just a tad on the sociopath side, and just maybe he intended to dump me somewhere on the side of the road. One thing I’d noticed, ever since we started driving through Florida, was the tons of water situated beside the highway. Lakes, ponds, swamps, even the ocean. A guy could go missing out here. Like permanently.

And suddenly I realized I didn’t know Chip very well at all. Guess that’ll teach me not to take up with the first good-looking guy who wants to take me for a drive.

“I’m not going to tell you again.” This time I saw the knife in his hand. The blade glinted wickedly in the bright sunlight.

I glanced desperately around me, but no one was there. We might as well have been standing in a ghost town. Even the cute stranger was nowhere to be seen. I gulped, forcing liquid into my too-dry mouth, looked between Chip and the open trunk, then crawled inside. He almost hit me when he slammed the lid, plunging me into darkness.

The ride was excruciating. It felt like he deliberately found every pothole and rut he could. All I could do was lie there, cramped and aching, waiting for him to stop… and then what?

I wondered if Chip had done this before. Did he have a usual spot where he took his victims? A dumping ground of sorts? He seemed the type that just might. In the short time I’d known him I’d noticed he was methodical that way. Not one for loose ends.

I was feeling more than a little claustrophobic by the time the car stopped, almost grateful for the lack of motion. I say almost because I knew what would come next. Wasn’t exactly looking forward to it. I braced myself for the worst.

When the lid lifted, I squinted up… into the handsome face of my partner.

“Comfy in there?” He grinned, deliberately flexing the muscles inside his form-fitting shirt.

I growled as he handed me out. I spied Chip, in cuffs, by a squad car.

“Took you long enough—“ His kiss stopped my rant.

“But I got here, and we just caught the Florida Mangler. You complaining?”

“Not I.” I sighed contentedly and snuggled against him.

Another good day’s work.

Virtual Book Tour: The Camp

Author Name: Victoria Zagar

Book Name: The Camp

Release Date: August 5, 2015
Jesse Harvan comes home from school one day to find his parents have discovered the gay pornographic magazine hidden under his bed. Disgusted, they decide to send Jesse to Camp Grady, a summer camp which prides itself on converting people's sexuality.

Once at the camp, Jesse meets the other inmates: Charlie, a disabled African-American gay teenager, Natalie, a transgender girl, her sister Lita, Japanese lesbian Sakura, and last of all, Minister Grady's son Jacob, who works for the camp under duress. These teens must learn to bridge their differences and get along if they’re to beat their common enemy and keep their identities–and sanity–intact.

Pages or Words: 27,600 words

Categories: Contemporary, LGBT Fiction, Young Adult, Fiction, Transexual, Lesbian Romance, M/M Romance

     I sit in the back of an old school bus that has been converted for the camp’s use. It rankles that I didn’t even get to say goodbye to Sam. Mom and Dad wouldn’t let me near him. I tried to send him an e-mail, but it was blocked. I didn’t have time to figure out how their new family-filter software worked. The next morning, I was on a plane to Pennsylvania, Mom and Dad accompanying me like this was some kind of family vacation. They left me at the airport and went their own way, transferring me directly to camp custody so that I wouldn’t get infected with any gay on the way.

I know I’ll be going back home eventually, but it doesn’t feel like it right now. I feel like Camp Grady will go on forever. My greatest fear is that the me who goes home won’t be the same as the one sitting here right now.

What if they can change me? What if they do have the power to fix me? That thought in my head argues with its natural opposite: I’m not broken. I won’t change. There’s nothing they can do to change who I am.

Last night I scared myself. I went onto the Internet and looked up ex-gay camps, which surprisingly were not filtered out. There are people who claim that they work. That they’ve thrown away partners, friends, and husbands because they’ve been ‘cured’. I read reports of abuse and beatings that made my stomach clench. I cried myself to sleep for the first time in a long time. I’m genuinely scared. How can something like this be legal? Apparently in California it isn’t. I wish I was a San Francisco kid. Maybe then my parents would be cool, and I wouldn’t feel so alone in the world.


About the author:
Victoria was born in the United Kingdom but emigrated to the United States at age 21. She’s bisexual, genderqueer, happily married, and still shouts in a British accent. She lives with her husband in Pennsylvania where she spends a lot of time playing and talking about video games, especially Japanese role-playing games.

Where to find the author:
Publisher: Prizm Books
Cover Artist: BSClay

Tour Dates & Stops: August 3, 2015

Rafflecopter Prize: E-copy of ‘The Camp’ by Victoria Zagar
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Virtual Book Tour: Broken Circle

Author Name: Victoria Sue

Book Name: Broken Circle
Series: Sirius’ Wolves
Book: Two
Series should be read in order for best enjoyment.

Release Date: July 31, 2015
Blaze, the most powerful werewolf on the planet has found his omega, Aden. Together with Conner and Darric they finally become true mates, fulfilling an ancient prophecy by the goddess Sirius and forming Orion’s Circle. The battle against the terrorist group, the Winter Circle, has begun.

Blaze, however, is fighting his own battle. Aden is due to birth a child, and despite Blaze's six hundred years of being an Alpha, nothing has prepared him for his hardest challenge yet -- how to become a father. His struggles are hurting the people he loves the most and threatening their bond.

The madman who kidnapped and tortured Aden still hasn’t been caught, and when the worst happens and their circle is broken, Blaze has to fight his biggest threat yet – his own inner weakness – an enemy against which his Alpha strength will be useless. Blaze has to learn that true strength is only found in forgiveness, and sometimes the most powerful weapon is love.

Pages or Words: 47,000 words

Categories: M/M Romance, Menage/Poly, Paranormal

Excerpt:  “Arggghhh.”
Every scream was going to rip him in two. Blaze couldn’t bear to listen to this. “Do something,” he demanded imperiously of the doctor, and ran a hand through his hair so furiously he felt as if he were pulling it out.
“Alpha, there’s nothing I need to do at the moment. Aden is doing fantastic.” The doctor beamed at him.
“Such a good boy,” Conner murmured and clicked his tongue in comfort as he wrung the cool cloth out and blotted at the sweat on Aden’s forehead.
“He’s in pain, dammit.” Blaze was beside himself and getting ready to throttle the doctor. If he smiled at him one more time...
Blaze turned at the soft, breathy sound from Aden, and nearly elbowed Darric out of the way where he was seated on the other side of him. My beautiful boy. My Aden. “What? What is it, sweetheart? What can I do? Tell me.” Blaze searched the boy’s beautiful face, the pale skin and huge dark shadows under pain-filled eyes. Aden wasn’t strong enough for this, it should never have been allowed to happen. Not that they’d even known it was possible it could ever happen.
Aden blew out a deep, shuddering breath. “Please, please hold me.”
Hold him? Where? Blaze looked aghast at Aden’s hugely swollen stomach, so tight it looked like his skin was going to split. He dare not try and cuddle him; Aden had nearly punched him an hour ago when he’d tried. Okay. He hadn’t realized bending Aden forward in the middle of a contraction would hurt, but dammit, he had no clue. One second Aden wanted nothing more than to be held tightly and carried everywhere, the next, God help anyone who so much as looked at him like they would suggest he shouldn’t be walking on his swollen ankles. The last seven months had been a nightmare from start to finish. They had been so happy when they’d found their little omega, it made every one of their six hundred plus years on this earth completely worth it.
But was it that simple? Oh, no. Every damn time Blaze turned around, Aden was doing something stupid and putting himself in harm’s way again. And the more Aden’s pregnancy progressed, the worse it had got. He leaned forward to kiss Aden’s forehead, but Aden brought his arm around quickly as he writhed into another contraction, and he ended up socking Blaze on the cheek.
“Blaze, be careful,” Darric murmured, horrified.
“Be?” Blaze spluttered. Aden had hit him, not the other way around. Darric leaned over and started rubbing circles on Aden’s back, lifting his damp t-shirt, and Blaze retreated hurriedly to his previous position, wearing a hole in the carpet by pacing up and down.
Blaze stared with frustration out the window in the corner to see the position of the moon. Ten hours! Ten hours since Aden had got a funny look on his face as he’d got out of bed to go to the bathroom. Ten hours since Blaze had laughed because he thought Aden had peed himself. Ten hours since Aden had given him the first bruise on his arm for suggesting it. He thought it had sounded completely plausible; Aden hadn’t seemed to be able to go more than twenty minutes without peeing for the last month. Blaze glanced around all the smiling faces in the room despairingly. Why was it just him that felt this was going to be a complete disaster?

About the author:
MM Love stories - because the only thing better than one hot guy is two of them.

Has loved books for as long as she can remember. Books were always what pocket money went on and what usually Father Christmas brought. When she ran out of her kids' adventure stories, she would go raid her mom's. By the age of eight she was devouring classics like Little Women, and fell in love with love stories.
She's still in love with them. Any size, any shape, any creature - love is love, no matter what it says on the box.
In fact if they don't fit very neatly into any box she loves them even more!
She has a very patient husband and three wonderful children. In 2010 in search of adventure they all moved from the UK to the US and are happily settled in Florida. Finally, after reading love stories for so long, she decided to write her own.

Where to find the author:
Twitter: @vickysuewrites
Publisher: Dark Hollows Press
Cover Artist: 3 Rusted Spoons

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Rafflecopter Prize: Any book from Victoria Sue’s catalogue of books

Friday, July 31, 2015

Virtual Book Tour and Review: Breeding Stations

My good friend and fellow author Chris T. Kat is back to talk about Breeding Stations, and I've written a review of her new book!

Author Name:  Chris T. Kat

Book Name: Breeding Stations
Series: Alliances
Book: One

Release Date: July 27, 2015
Spunky commander Berit Turner is known for two things: his huge libido and his lack of a filter—he says what he thinks. Berit sets his mind on being part of the mission to Ligador, to make sure the planet is habitable for humans. He’s ecstatic when his team is assigned to the task force. A delegation of Nadisc, a humanoid alien race, accompanies them, and passion ignites between Berit and their commanding officer, Tom. But Berit is determined that Tom is just another notch on his bedpost, as he doesn’t do relationships.
The excursion to Ligador goes wrong from the beginning, when they discover Ligador has been established as a breeding station by their worst enemy: the Tash’Ba. Dinosaur-like creatures become the team’s worst nightmare, and staying alive is going to take everything they’ve got… and then some.

Pages or Words: 204 pages or about 65,000 words

Categories: M/M Romance, Science Fiction

Excerpt from Chapter Two

Several alarmed shouts warned me of something going on, but I had no time to process what happened. Something roped around my waist and yanked me over to the side. I crashed into Tom’s chest as a harsh growling sound erupted from his throat.
I tried jerking myself free, but he held onto my wrists with one hand, while his tail kept me tethered to his body. “What the hell?”
Niyara squared off in front of Tom, her dark eyes gleaming with an eerie, demonic red glint where her pupils should’ve been. Her long tail swished from one side to the other and her arm muscles flexed.
“What the ever-loving fuck is going on?” I asked.
“Quiet!” Tom hissed.
My mouth fell open, and I gaped at him. Okay. Enough was enough. I caught the tip of his tail in my hand and pinched it—hard. He roared, but I used the chance to slip free. A Nadisc’s tail tip was the most sensitive part, which came in handy during sex but was a real disadvantage in a fight. Or maybe not. I’d never heard of someone winning a fight against a Nadisc when—
Niyara’s fist closing around my shirt stopped all my pondering. She lifted me off my feet, hissing and boring her eerie gaze into mine. Maybe I should’ve stayed with Tom. He’d felt slightly less dangerous than she did.
Carson appeared next to Niyara’s side, eyes as large as saucers but an equally determined look on his face. He reached out. As soon as he touched her arm, her head whirled around. I held my breath. Would he be able to save me from Niyara’s wrath? She’d seemed rather taken with him earlier. What the hell had I done, anyway, to agitate her?
As I wracked my brain, Carson and Niyara gazed at each other. The next instant he rose on tiptoes and placed a gentle kiss on her lips.
She let go of my shirt, and I would’ve landed flat on my ass if Tom hadn’t snatched me around the waist. Niyara rested her head on Carson’s shoulder, which meant she had to stoop because of her height. No one said anything, and no one moved for what seemed like a long time. When she lifted her head, several people—including me—hissed, afraid of what she’d do next.
Niyara bowed her head toward Tom. “I apologize for my outburst. I’ve never encountered a jealousy spell before.”
“Jealousy spell?” I echoed.
She gazed at me, suddenly looking sheepish. “Feeling such a strong connection is new to me, and I didn’t like Carson using an endearment toward you.”
I blinked, then looked over at Carson. He gawked, and his eyes were the same size as before. Would they stay like that forever?
Niyara swept an arm around to include everyone in her proclamation, which resulted in startled jerks and coughs. “I’m claiming Carson as my mate. Anyone who’d like to object has to fight me.”
No one objected. Everyone seemed busy inspecting their boots or the ceiling. I never noticed before how very ugly the hatch’s ceiling was.
“Berit!” Carson wheezed out.
I sighed and transferred my gaze from the ceiling to Carson. “Congrats?”
Someone cheered and the others followed suit, clapping their hands to add to the noise. Carson was so pale I feared he’d faint, but Niyara cupped his face in both hands and kissed him. After that, he didn’t seem to mind that much, not anymore.
Chuckling, I told the others to open the hatch and take up their position. The hatch opened with the usual buzz, but when I started to walk, Tom’s arms around my waist tightened to an almost painful level.
“Tell them to secure the area and wait for further instructions,” he whispered into my ear.
“Dream on. I won’t do—” My words ended abruptly when the steel bands around my waist left me no room for breathing.
Tom allowed me more breathing room, and I gave the desired order. No one looked twice or questioned my instruction, for which I’d have been grateful on any other day, just not today. Ticking off a Nadisc was a bad idea. One of the worst, really.
We waited until everyone had cleared the hatch’s area. Tom spun me around in his arms and lifted me up until we were face-to-face.
“You accepted me as your leader on this mission, remember? That means no punching me,” I said, “or doing anything that would harm me.”
Tom’s gaze intensified, and my mouth went dry when he spread out a red and orange speckled frill around his neck. I’d read about this display, but had never seen it before. Only a few Nadisc still had those frills—most opted for surgery because it gave away their emotions too easily—and those that did had a very tight control over it.
“But it’s okay for you to hurt me?” he rasped.
I tried to reason with him. “I… look, I’m the commander here. You can’t just order me around or hold me captive, okay?”
“Niyara could’ve killed you.”
I shrugged. “She didn’t, and she’ll just have to get used to the way Carson and I talk to each other.”
The frill around his neck unfolded even more. He said, “I’m not fond of the way you talk to each other.”
I had an inkling where this conversation was headed. I had an even bigger inkling that I’d panic if Tom said anything, so I closed my eyes, wrapped my arms around his neck—over the frill, which was kind of awkward—and sought his mouth with mine.
He opened up immediately, and I dipped my tongue into his mouth, licking along his teeth and eliciting an approving hum from him. Somehow I ended up with my legs wound around him and one of his hands steadying my ass.
When we broke apart for air, he said, “I won’t forget what you did.”
“I’ll make it up to you,” I replied. His eyes lit up with interest, so I added, “Deal?”

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About the author:

Chris T. Kat lives in the middle of Europe, where she shares a house with her husband of many years and their two children. She stumbled upon the M/M genre by luck and was swiftly drawn into it. She divides her time between work, her family—which includes chasing after escaping horses and lugging around huge instruments such as a harp—and writing. She enjoys a variety of genres, such as mystery/suspense, paranormal, and romance. If there's any spare time, she happily reads for hours, listens to audiobooks or does cross stitch.

Where to find the author:

Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: Anne Cain

Tour Dates & Stops: July 28, - August 10, 2015

Rafflecopter Prize: $20 Amazon gift card
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Breeding Stations (Alliances: Book One)
Author: Chris T. Kat
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
American release date: July 27, 2015
Format/Genre/Length: E-book/M/M Sci Fi/Romance/204 pages
Overall Personal Rating: ★★★★★

Commander Berit Turner is a free-spirited kind of guy who makes no bones about enjoying sex, moving from partner to partner at will, never settling down with any one man. He’s also known for speaking his mind, mostly because he lacks any sort of filter between his brain and his mouth. Sometimes that gets him into trouble.

He and his best friend Carson are being sent on a mission to the planet of Ligador, to see how suitable the planet is for colonization. The concern is the possible presence of the Tash’Ba, a vicious alien species who don’t know how to play nice. Along with Carson and the other members of his crew, Berrit is to be assigned three aliens called Nadisc. Berit knows just how much fun the Nadisc men are sexually, so this idea is to his liking. Although he is surprised when one Nadisc male in particular, Tom, takes a liking to him, and asserts that he and his group will go with Berrit’s team, rather than waiting to be assigned. Tom has this mistaken notion that Berit is his mate. Silly Nadisc. And another Nadisc named Niyara seems to have set her sights on Carson.

When the Nadisc are introduced to Berit’s crew, they accept Berit as their leader, an unexpected event, and hugs are exchanged, except for Berit and Tom.

“What? No hug from you?” I asked.
He held out his broad muscled arms for me, grinning. My mouth went dry and my damn cock pressed heavily against the fabric of my pants. It had to be visible to everyone. For the first time in many years, heat rose into my cheeks. Tom’s grin expanded before he laughed. I stepped into his arms, bracing myself for another painful embrace. Instead, I found myself leaning against a hard chest with equally hard arms around me, fencing me in but without hurting me.

Things don’t go well on Ligador, and a simple mission of exploration goes horribly wrong. The Tash’Ba have turned the planet into one of their breeding stations, playing genetic roulette with some vicious creatures, a blend between Tash’Ba war beasts and dinosaurs. Now survival is the name of the game, and making it out alive is seriously in question.

This is one fascinating sci fi book. It’s very creative, and well-told, and I enjoyed getting to know Berit and Tom, watching their courtship as it unfolded. I like that Berit isn’t perfect, and he doesn’t pretend to be.  He can act silly, and sometimes he makes some bone-headed moves. But the heat between him and Tom is palpable, and the sex scenes are great.

I also enjoy the relationship between Berit and Carson. They’re as close as two men can be without being lovers, and they make no apologies for that, and expect their mates to live with it. The Tash’Ba war beasts are indeed terrifying, and certainly nothing I’d care to go up against.

Ms. Kat did a great job of world-building, and making her aliens believable, and not cartoonish in any way. As an added bonus, Tom has a tail. ‘Nuff said lol

The action is fast-paced and intense, the sex is hot. This is a book you won’t want to put down until you reach the end. Luckily, there is a second book in this series, continuing the story of Berit and Tom. I can’t wait for it to come out!

Wednesday, July 29, 2015

Wednesday Briefs: Don't Look Back #56 (11.1)

Happy Hump Day one and all! If it's Wednesday, it must be time for more flash fiction from the Wednesday Briefers? We're a group of authors who offer you our flash fiction on a weekly basis, stories from 500 to 1000 words, inspired by one of our prompts.

In last week's chapter of Don't Look Back, it looks like they've seen the last of Rhonda, and Christmas is almost here. Will there be something special under the Christmas tree?Or will she find a way to ruin their holiday? The saga continues! I have to tell you, though, the journey is almost over, but more about that another time. Don't forget to see what the other Briefers are up to. Their links follow my tale!

Don't Look Back #56 (11.1)

By December 24th, everything that needed to be done before Christmas had been done. Everything else could wait. Marshall and Lee slept in after a late night of setting up the new stereo system that had arrived the day before. Once it was assembled, both men were pleased with the way it sounded.

“Those are some kick ass speakers,” Marshall commented for the hundredth time. They sat together in the family room, eating toasted bagels and drinking coffee, surrounded by the mellow sounds of Miles Davis.

After they ate, they put up a few decorations. There was a wreath for the front door—a circle of greenery with a teddy bear in the middle that held a sign wishing everyone a Merry Christmas. There were assorted Christmas candles, pillars of varying sizes, scents, and colors. And of course the tree, which they’d cut down at the tree farm the day before.

Once the tree was fully decorated, and the angel set reverently in place on top, Marshall began to give Lee furtive glances.  He was trying not to be too obvious about it, but he didn’t quite manage to pull that off. Lee looked up from his newspaper, cup of coffee poised to drink. “You look like you’re waiting for something. Did we forget anything?”

Marshall furrowed his brow in pretend thought, although he knew damn good and well what he was wanting to know about. And damned if it didn’t look like Lee intended to torture him about it as long as he could. “I don’t think I did,” he said at last. “Did you?”

Lee smirked, not even bothering to conceal his grin. “I haven’t forgotten a damn thing.”

Well, hell. That could mean one of two things, Marshall reasoned. One being he hadn’t been good enough to deserve that extra little something Lee had mentioned. Somehow, Marshall didn’t believe that was true.

Or two, Lee was drawing it out as long as he could, prolonging the suspense because he knew it would rile Marshall up real good. That was undoubtedly the truth of the matter.

Now, Marshall knew he could respond to Lee’s teasing in a couple of different ways. He could poke out his lower lip and pout, demand to know what Lee was keeping from him. That would probably just earn him a snort from Lee. And he’d probably tell Marshall to quit acting like a whiny child.

On the other hand…

Marshall rose from his seat on the couch and padded over to Lee’s chair. They hadn’t dressed yet, not seeing the point, since it was just the two of them, so they were both buck naked. Once they’d become a couple, the sleep pants had been relegated to the back of their closet and were never touched.

Marshall took the cup from Lee’s unprotesting hand and set it on the table beside him. Lee gave him a questioning look.

“Wouldn’t want to burn any tender bits, now would we?” Marshall explained as he slid onto Lee’s lap, deliberately rubbing their cocks together. He was gratified to feel Lee’s cock stir at his touch and begin to fill.

“No, we wouldn’t,” Lee agreed, rocking his hips so their cocks made greater contact.

This was going just the way Marshall had hoped. He skimmed his fingertips lightly across Lee’s chest, brushing against his nipples.

“What did you have in mind, cowboy?” Lee asked in a sultry voice, as he increased the friction between them.

“Just wanna make you feel good,” Marshall responded breathily. He placed a soft kiss on Lee’s chin, then one on each cheek. His eyes never left Lee’s.

“You feel pretty good right where you are,” Lee said, “doing what you’re doing.” He rubbed his face against Marshall’s, nuzzling him. Marshall could feel the traces of early morning stubble graze his skin. Neither one had taken the time to shave yet.

“You feel pretty damn good yourself, handsome.”

Lee slid his tongue along the side of Marshall’s face. When he reached his ear, he took the tip of the earlobe between his teeth and tugged. Marshall responded by increasing the urgency of his frottage.

“It won’t do you any good,” Lee murmured. “You won’t get a damn thing before tomorrow morning.”

By this time, Marshall didn’t care. He was too consumed by Lee, and his rising desire, to worry about anything else. Their mouths met of mutual accord, and they rubbed against one another to their hearts content, until they found the release they sought.

 Afterward, they didn’t stir for a while, content to cuddle. But nothing good lasts forever. And they knew they had to get ready for the coming evening. Christmas Eve at Milly’s. They wouldn’t miss it for the world.

They took a shower together and indulged in a little water play. Once they toweled each other off, they put on their favorite party clothes, because this was a special occasion.

Just looking at Lee made Marshall’s mouth water, and his heart expand with love. He was proud to be seen with Lee, proud that people knew they were together, and proud to be a part of the community that was Burnham.

Lee looked up from buttoning the cuffs of his dark green silk long-sleeve shirt. “What?” His eyebrows arched in question.

“Nothing.  Just thinking about how good you look.”

Lee’s lips relaxed in a smile. “You look very good yourself,” he returned the compliment. “You gonna wear your hair up or down tonight?”

“I dunno, which do you prefer?”

“You look good both ways. How about you tie it in a tail? I can always let it down later.”

“I like the sound of that.” Marshall gathered his long tresses and passed a black scrunchie around them.

“We about ready to go—”

A sudden knock interrupted Lee’s words. They looked at one another, perplexed, just as Roy appeared in the doorway. He held a piece of paper, his face grim.

“Gentlemen, we have trouble.”

to be continued

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