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.
