Happy 2020

Happy New Year!

Hope all of yours started off on a great foot. I created this hardcore plan for 2020 and this blog is only the first part of it. This year I will be posting twice a week. (This week will only be once, because my posting days are going to be Mon. and Wed.)  I will do a variety of free write stories and some information about upcoming book releases and my progress along the way.

At this moment I’m at a loss of what to do for the first post. I’d hoped to start off with a great story for you guys, but . . . My mind is sort of flying all over the place and can’t focus on something knew when my mind is flying between three different stories at once. Maybe my pre-laid out plan did not hold as much detail as I thought. Still, I’m not giving it up. I’m going to figure out what to start the New Year Post off with.

Give me a few minutes and I’ll come up with something.

Ah . . . Got it.

Going to give you guys a sneak peak into one of the newest stories I’m working on. It does not have a title yet and is by no way set in stone, so please take it for the raw material it is. I hope you enjoy the sneak peek.

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Chapter 1

He still didn’t know why he was here. Little he could do about it. His parents needed the time to straighten out whatever had been making them argue from sunup to sundown. Not having the Senior Year Summer I’d planned was a huge price to pay, but it would be worth it. He’d make the best of the situation. Not like it bothered him to go to a place he’d never been before. Traveling could be fun. Would have been nicer to stay at home with his best friends, but . . .

His eyes landed on a white sign, baring his name, being held in front of a massive, muscle filled chest. He walked over to the tall, military issued brown haired man and nodded at him. “I’m Samuel.”

“Id, please.”

“What?”

“Id please.”

Those bright green eyes held no sparkle or light to them. They were fixed on him. And not in a good way. The stone-cold expression marring the man’s face screamed his seriousness. Meant doing as the man asked. Least doing so would get him out of the cramped airport terminal. He reached into his back pocket and extracted his wallet.

The man lowered the sign and reached to take his wallet. Samuel kept his hold on it, but flipped the end over, showing the man his driver’s license.

“Thank you, Mr. Ringer.”

“Samuel, please.” He shut his wallet and stuffed it back into his back pocket. “Can we get out of here?”

“Yes, Sir.”

The man spun on his heels and began clipping it through the massive crowd of people standing, and the ones walking. It was like the man was on a race tracking shooting around the other as if he was going for the gold. Samuel expected the man to slow down once they exited the airport, but nope. The guy picked up his pace as they headed across the loading zone into the parking area. Took everything Samuel had to keep up with the man. He was huffing and puffing as they came to a stop next to a beat up Explore.

“You okay, Sir?”

“Names’ Samuel.” He rested his hand against the passenger door. “I’m too young to be a Sir.” The car’s lock clicked as the guy unlocked the driver’s side.

“Let’s go. Samuel.”

Samuel breathing was slowing down, but it still felt like someone was stomping on his chest.

“You okay, Samuel?”

“Give me a minute.”

“Do you not workout daily?”

Work out? Why would anyone do that if they did not need to. Samuel wasn’t fat, or skinny. He was the perfect weight for his six-foot two body. He ate healthy. His mom made sure that he had his veggies and power shakes. He ate junk food, but very little. In-fact, his mom kept a box of snack packs of chips in the cabinet at all times. She swore it was the best way to calm him and his best friends. Not that any of them ate more than one pack a night. Most of his time with his friends were spent in front of the Playstation, or in the garage working on Kevin’s crotch-rocket. The three of them had been working on it for the last year and half. Their plan had been to finish it this summer, so that when he left for college he had a ride of his own. Kevin had spent all last summer vacation working as a delivery guy so that he could buy the piece of junk bike. Kevin had goaded him and Tommy into helping him fix it up. There was little left to do. Sucked he wouldn’t be there to complete it, but Samuel made Kevin and Tommy promise to finish up while he visited his mom’s homeland.

“Samuel?”

Samuel shook his head and climbed into the car. “I’m ready.”

“You need to be in better shape.”

No he didn’t. Not everyone longed to be some  buffed up hunk of a man. “What is your name?” Samuel shut the door and pulled the buckle around him.

“Donald.” The guy tossed his arm over Samuel’s shoulder as he put the car in reverse and check behind him. The tips of Donal’s fingers rested against the back of his neck. What shocked Samuel was how those rough fingers moved back and forth. Lite electric currents raced down Samuel’s back down to his ass, where his hole clinched. He wasn’t sure why his body reacted to the man’s touch, but he was sure Donald had felt something, because the man’s eyes paused on him and in those bright green eyes was a brief shine. A faint smile formed on Donald’s light chocolate colored chubby face. Before Samuel could return the lite flirting a string string of soft curse words flowed from under his breath.

“What is it?”

“They let anyone walk around in public.”

Samuel glanced behind him in time to see two men cross the lot. He didn’t see anything wrong with the couple. They were simply walking hand in hand with each other as they made their way to their vehicle.

“People like them don’t deserve to live.”

Wow! What in the world? Donald had just been flirting with him. Had he misread the signs? Nope. There’d been a glint in his green eyes. A faint smile had graced that stone-cold face. There’d been a spark of . . . Looked as if he was wrong. That or Donald was a . . . That had to be it. Donald had to be a closeted gay man. Or . . . He might not have accepted who he truly was. Many gay men despised themselves for acting on an attract to another man. Didn’t matter. Samuel knew when to leave things alone. Donald was one of those things. He had no time for a closest man, or a bigot. Not that it mattered much. He wasn’t in the market for a summer fling. Nope. He was in Alaska, heading for one of the US National Park. He was there to take a tour of Kenja Ford Park. Learn more about his mom’s homeland. Meet some of her friends. Not to find someone to hook up with. Nope. He was there to allow his parents time to themselves. His trip was two months long, then he would be back in Califorina living his last year of high school.

“Don’t you think so?”

Samuel lifted his backpack from the floorboard and pulled out his phone.

“You won’t get a signal here.”

“What?”

“You have to be higher up to get a signal.”

“How am I supposed to let mom know I have arrived?”

“Mr. Southern will contact your mom.”

What about his friends? He promised them he would text them soon as he arrived. The trip was a little over four hours long. That was about the longest him and his bestfriends went without talking to one another. He’d promised to call them at least three times a day while he was gone. Trip was not starting off on a great foot. First he was picked up by a bigot. One that had flirted with him. Then the bigot dropped a bomb on him. One that his mother should have informed him of. She knew of his promise to his friends. She knew how close he was with Kevin and Tommy. What had she been thinking? Why couldn’t she have let him spend the summer with Kevin’s parents. Her and his dad would have had the house to themselves, giving them more than enough time to sort out their issues. Why did she have to send him all the way to Alaska? Why had he never known his mom was from there? If she stayed away from the area for the last eighteen years why send him to see it now. Why not come with him? His mom’s logic made no sense.

“Dang gum it.” Samuel dropped the phone into his lap.

“Told you.”

“How far are we going?”

“An hour from here.”

Great. Stuck in a car in a strange place with a muscled up, hot looking bigot. He banged his head against the headrest. “Do you have any music in here?”

“Radio’s broke.”

Course it was.

“Rest. I’m sure the flight was long.” Donald patted his leg. “We will be there before you know it.”

Took every ounce of patients that Samuel had to keep from jerking his leg away from Donald. The man was sending mix messages. Why was people like that? Was the area that much against gays? He doubted it. If so then those two men wouldn’t have been displaying their affection for one another. Nope. Then again, Donald was not from the city. He was an hour away. Area might be totally different. Then again . . . His mom should have warned him. She knew he was bi. He’d never hidden that from her, or his dad. They knew he believed that everyone had the right to be attracted, and love, whoever they wish. How could he not be that  way? It’s what they taught him. His mom had always drove the point home to him that no two people are a like and that required an open mind about all topics, right down to the little picky items people drowned themselves on.

“I have some coco in the thermos in the back seat. Help yourself.”

“I’m fine, but thanks.” He let his eyes drift down and focused on his breathing. He needed some down time. Needed to get his head around what lay ahead of him. If that was even possible.