Saturday, June 23, 2012

Saturday Sips - Under the Gun

Good morning! Here's a little from my book Under the Gun, out now from No Boundaries Press!

Camdyn Hardy is a former cop who has his own private investigator business. Due to a misunderstanding from a client, he gets into an argument with his lover Tay. Right after, they breakup Camdyn is left alone to think about his future as a PI and his love life.
Malik Day was recently discharged under the DADT policy and is looking to get his life on track The main reason he joined was because he dreamed of being a ranking officer. Now that it’s been taken away, he desires to start his life anew and find someone to share it with.

After two weeks the men meet at a shooting range and find out they have a lot in common. Once they engage in a one on one match, they proceed to a bar to have drinks and get to know one another better.  They both discover their affinity for guns as well as Camdyn’s need for a new partner at Camdyn & Associates. Malik is intrigued but afraid to ask him and decides to wait till they are closer. Camdyn is excited about this prospect as well but waits for Malik to say the word. Finally, in an erotic encounter, true feelings are revealed.

In subsequent books, the story continues where the twosome begin their work and love relationship. Together they’ll take on cases investigating cheating husbands or wives, companies with defector employees all the while trying to maintain their newfound commitment to one another as well as having a little fun in the process. 

A frustrated Malik stood in front of the mirror, fiddling with his tie. Truthfully, he hated getting dressed in this kind of formal getup, but it was necessary if he wanted to find a job. He buttoned the cuffs, shaking his head. “If only things had worked out in the armed forces.”
Yeah if they had, he wouldn’t be in this position—searching for work and receiving funny looks from potential employers when he showed them his resume. No one wanted to take a chance on the discharged officer, and if they did, they’d needed to find out why he was released. This angered Malik, but he knew it couldn’t be helped. His lawyer friend assured him they couldn’t hold that against him, but his lack of callbacks for any job told Malik they were doing exactly as he feared.  Just try proving it, though.
Maybe Camdyn.
Just possibly, Malik might be able to work with Camdyn. But could he get up enough confidence to ask him? They’d only met yesterday; it was just too soon to inquire. What if he didn’t want to work with his potential man? Malik didn’t know for sure, but the thought left him feeling defeated. Perhaps when they got to know one another a little better, he’d ask. Till then, he’d continue what he needed to do to find work. One wouldn’t just fall into his lap if he didn’t stay at it. Besides, living with his folks wasn’t something he wanted to endure for much longer.
Speaking of the devil or angel, depending on the way you looked at it. It was his mom, most likely to invite him to the breakfast table. That was one good thing about being here with Louise and Eldon Day—free meals. He got to eat great food and never had to worry about cooking.
“Coming, ma!” Malik grabbed his cell phone, and slipped it in his pocket. “Should I wear a suit jacket?” Again, more clothing. Nothing would’ve pleased him more than to wear a pair of jeans with a T-shirt. Not job search appropriate.
Quickly, he barreled down the stairs, carrying the blazer on his arm. He proceeded to the dining room; his dad sat at the head and his mom on one side. They both smirked. “What?” Louise Day nodded. “Malik, we wanted to speak to you about your attitude towards God. You’ve got such a lackadaisical view of the creator and… well, Eldon, you tell him.”
Malik silently sighed, sat down, and started partaking of the meal on his plate: bacon, toast, and eggs over easy, his favorite. He wondered if this conversation with his parents would destroy his appetite.
Eldon cleared his throat. “Son, we wondered if you started going to church more, would that change your ways. Your, uh…” he hesitated, and twitched. It seemed he couldn’t even say the words. “Your way of life is disconcerting to both of us and we… well, we just can’t have you living under our roof knowing about your orientation.”
Not rattled by that comment, Malik sipped at his coffee to wash down the food. He was a lot hungrier than he’d thought. Apparently, nothing would stop him from finishing this meal. Must be the way I climaxed last night. The self-love session he’d had last evening had left him exhausted and wet. So much so, he’d had to take a shower and change his sheets. He made sure he put those bed covers in a bag in his closet, so only he could wash them at the laundromat. Wouldn’t want mom to touch those.
Calmly, he sat the cup back down. “So you want me to move? I mean, just come out and say it if you don’t want me here. I can try findin’ a place real cheap until I get an apartment I really want.”
Mrs. Day exhaled and reached out for Malik’s hand. “Look son. It’s not that we don’t want you here; we’re just concerned about you. Surely if you attended church and listened to God’s word, you’d change your ways and start being normal again.”
Malik shook his head and ate another strip of bacon. “Normal, huh? So loving someone, even though they’re of my same gender, isn’t normal?”
“It’s a sin, Malik. The Bible says homosexuality is a sin…” Eldon retorted with an angry glare.
“So is getting drunk and gambling, Dad. I recall you used to do that on the regular.” Malik drew up his lips and braced himself for a barrage of insults.
“Malik!” his mother shouted.
Eldon balled up his fists. Malik could tell he wanted to say something hurtful. “I’m a changed man now, Malik. I’ve been attending church and now that I’m a man of God, I don’t do those things anymore. If you go and talk with Pastor Brimley, he can help cure you. We talked with him after service.”
Malik rolled his eyes and finished the last of his toast. “No thanks, Mom and Pop. I like being a sinner. I’ll move out the house in a few days.” Peeved, he got up from the table so he wouldn’t have to say another word. He left out the door and sprinted to his car. Malik wished he could leave this house today, but he’d been so busy looking for employment, he hadn’t started searching the apartments yet. He had a couple of gay friends he might be able to stay with, but they both had someone. Would they put him up for a couple of weeks? Truthfully, Malik had too much pride to ask, but considering the ways his parents acted, he might have to put that aside for a while.

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