Thursday, August 28, 2014

Tease Me Thursday #25: Lust Never Sleeps

It's almost Friday, and not only that, but it's the start of a three day weekend for those in the US - Labor Day! Hooray! What better way to celebrate than sharing some WIPS? Tease Me Thursday is a place for authors to show off their WIPs or their published works - 7 words, 7 sentences, or 7 paragraphs.

Today, I'm giving you a taste of Lust Never Sleeps, which I am currently posting both at Literotica and Gay Authors. It's a quirky, dark comedy, with steampunk elements as well as romance. This is the beginning, where Darryl meets Sawyer Enjoy! And don't forget to visit the other authors in the hop!

Lust Never Sleeps

“How good is your French accent?”

“I beg your pardon?” Darryl craned his neck, peering around him, but there was no one close enough who could be considered to be within earshot. No one paying the slightest attention. So that settled that. This lunatic must be talking to him.

This rather lovely, albeit strange, lunatic.

“Do you parlez vous Francais? Speak a little frog? Enough to be mistaken for a native? If not a native, someone from Canada maybe?”

The speaker was gorgeous, in a cat-walk drop-dead kind of way. Blond hair, short, slicked back. Dirty blond, actually. With just a trace of stubble around his lips and chin. And cinnamon eyes. The kind of guy that made Darryl’s heart beat faster than a junkie’s on speed.

Darryl hadn’t intended to come to Hannagan’s tonight. He was tired of one night stands. Tired of the same old, same old. Tired of being treated like nothing more than a pretty face, a quick roll in the hay. Tired of people recognizing him for a few sleazy tabloid shots. That was long over and hardly worth remembering. He hadn’t even known who the guy was until he found himself in the backseat of his Mercedes, sucking his cock like no tomorrow. Not till the flash bulbs went off and his name and face were promoted to the front page of every supermarket rag around. He never saw or heard from the stranger again—imagine that.

This guy didn’t seem interested in all of that. Although what he was after, Darryl couldn’t figure out for the life of him. But something inside of him, some little tickle, told him to at least play along. For now.

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