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Blurb for Boys
Boys who love boys who
love girls.
Twenty-five year old Jag Huntington loved straight men. He
couldn’t help it. Something about their macho-allure intrigued him. But Jag had
never even managed to have a straight man as a friend.
His best friend Tyson Hopper, and Tyson’s boyfriend Howard
Steinman invite Jag out for a night with the gay-boys and Howard’s sister,
Virginia.
When Virginia brings her straight boyfriend, Carson Phelps,
Jag’s attraction to the thirty year old stud was instant. But there was not
mutual attraction, not even curiosity.
It wasn’t until Virginia insinuated that Jag and Carson
should be friends, ‘close’ friends, that Jag began to wonder if he had a
chance.
Carson liked hanging with gay men. They were fun. His
straight buddies didn’t get into dancing, music, or anything he really wanted
to do. The idea of having a great gay friend appealed to Carson. Self-assured,
Carson didn’t flinch at the racy conversation nor sexual overtones of his gay
companions’ conversation. He liked it.
There was something which intrigued both men into crossing
the line of friendship into a physical relationship, but for Jag, it was devoid
of any emotional attachment, which he craved from Carson.
Would Jag and Carson’s friendship ever evolve into anything
more than a couple of friends; one gay and one straight?
Or was there really something extra special about a boy who
loves boys, who loves girls?
Sample chapter for
Boys.
“There he is!” Howard waved.
Carson turned over his shoulder to look.
A strikingly handsome man in skin-tight faded jeans, a black
T-shirt, and a light denim jacket, tall, well-built, with dark hair and light
eyes, smiled as he approached.
“Sorry I’m late.” He stood by the available chair.
“We just ordered.” Tyson got to his feet to embrace Jag.
“Honey, you are so damn hot.” Tyson swatted Jag’s ass with a crack.
Carson blinked in surprise at the act. It seemed very overt
flirting on Tyson’s part, but Howard didn’t even flinch.
Howard stood and said, “Come here, gorgeous, and give me a
hug.”
Carson watched the two men kiss each other’s cheek and share
affection.
“That’s my sister Virginia and her boyfriend, Carson.”
“Hi.” Jag shook Carson’s hand. The grip was firm and
masculine. “Hi, Virginia. We finally meet. Howie talks about you all the time.”
Jag sat down and his knee brushed Carson’s under the table. “Sorry,” Jag said
immediately.
“It’s okay.” Carson felt his cheeks blush.
“Oh, God, Carson,” Virginia said, “You’re surrounded by gay
men. Can you stand it?”
Again, Carson grew upset. He confronted her. “Why can’t I
stand it?”
“I’m only teasing!” She swatted him playfully.
~
Jag stared at Carson. Oh.
My. God. I already hate you, bitch. Look at him!
The man was a big brawny jock. His long-sleeved light blue
pin-striped cotton shirt had been rolled up to his elbows and open at the neck.
Conservatively cut brown hair, dazzling blue eyes, chiseled features and a
slight cleft to his chin. His hands were callused and large and Carson’s jeans
fit tightly over broad thighs.
Once Jag could get his tongue back in his mouth he noticed
both Howard and Tyson smiling, as if they knew, oh yes, they knew just how hot
this fucking straight boy was.
“You came!” The waitress approached with a beer in her hand,
setting it before the stunning beefcake.
“Not yet, but the night is young.” Jag took off his jacket,
since sitting with his knee brushing this stud was turning him into an inferno.
“Right. Beer. What are you drinking, Carson?”
“Flying Dog Tire Bite Ale.”
“Oh, fuck yeah. That.” He pointed at Carson, but knew the
waitress assumed he meant the drink.
“See?” Carson said, “Another beer man.”
Tyson leaned over the table to speak to Carson as the
waitress went to get Jag’s beer. “Don’t let the label of Jag being gay fool
you, Carson. This boy’s all macho man.” Tyson winked at Jag.
“What the hell does that mean? And I’m not?” Howard pressed
his hand to his chest.
“Sure you are, sugar.” Tyson pecked Howard on the lips.
“Behave, Howie, or you’ll embarrass Carson,” Virginia said,
laughing.
Jag noticed Carson appeared about to blow a gasket. He asked
him, “Are they getting bad?”
Carson said, “No. She is.”
Jag was stunned. He shut up.
Virginia whacked Carson on the shoulder playfully and it hit
with a thud, like the man was solid marble.
“Here ya go.” The waitress brought out Jag’s beer. “These
guys already ordered. Do you need a little time?”
“No. I’ve been here so often I already know. Just give me
the spaghetti and meatballs.” He handed her the menu.
“You got it. I’ll make sure they all come together.”
“That sound like a party.” Tyson picked up his drink. “Let’s
all come together!” He raised it up.
The rest of them tapped his with theirs as the waitress
laughed and said, “On that note,” and left.
Jag noticed Carson give Virginia another look, but he was on
the opposite side of Carson as she was and had no idea any history between
them, so…he asked. “How long have you been seeing each other, Virginia?”
“Three weeks.” She sipped her drink.
“We’re working on a year!” Tyson finished his cocktail to
the ice. “I can do three more of those, Howie.”
“Me too. I love them.”
“We’re walking, so let’s splurge.”
Jag could see Howard and Tyson’s hands were tightly clasped.
He’d known them for ages, since he met Tyson at the spa where he worked as a
personal trainer to the Hollywood elite.
They had become friends as well as Jag being Tyson’s client.
From there he got to meet Howard, the first time they got together socially to
have drinks at a club in West Hollywood.
Jag drank his beer and laughed. “I can’t get away from dogs.
Even my booze is a dog.”
Howard and Tyson laughed but Jag could see both Virginia and
Carson tilt their heads. So Jag said, “I work at Doggie World. I groom and
dog-sit pampered pets.”
Virginia said, “I’m more of a cat person.”
Jag stared at Carson’s profile as the man contemplated his
beer.
Like they were taking a poll, Howard raised his hand.
“Cats.”
“I like both.” Tyson shrugged.
“Carson? Any preference?” Jag couldn’t help but put his
tongue in his cheek as he asked.
“Dogs.” Carson appeared shy. Maybe Virginia was right and
being with three gay men was overwhelming the straight dude.
The restaurant was now packed with people, some standing out
front waiting for seats, others shuffling from outside to inside while waiters
and busboys worked hard to clear their tables and feed the hungry horde.
The wind had picked up slightly and Virginia shivered,
tugging her sweater closer.
Carson took his jacket from the back of his chair and placed
it around Virginia’s shoulders.
Jag melted. Chivalry was not dead.
“Thanks, Carson.” Virginia appeared to soak up the
attention.
“We should have ate inside,” Howard said, “Sorry, sis.”
“Do you want to see if we can move?” Tyson asked.
“I’m good now.”
Jag watched Virginia cuddle with the large, black brushed
fleece jacket with a designer label on its chest. He was jealous and trying not
to show it. “What do you do, Carson?”
Howard and Tyson exchanged glances. Yeah, maybe he was
showing a lot of attention towards this guy. So what?
“I work at an auto detailing place.”
“Nice.” Jag held his beer near his mouth.
Tyson and Howard chuckled.
“What?” Jag asked.
“Nothing.” Howard looked around. “I suppose now that it’s
packed in here we won’t get another round.
Just as he said it, the waitress, followed by a busboy,
brought out their meals on two trays.
“Meatballs and spaghetti?” she asked.
Both Jag and Carson acknowledged her then pointed to the
other one to go first.
Tyson laughed loudly. “I love it!”
“Love what?” Virginia asked.
“Nothing,” Howard said, shaking his head as if to dismiss
anything Tyson did.
After she had everyone’s food in the correct spot, the
waitress asked, “Another round?”
“Yes please!” Howard began splitting the food between
himself and Tyson.
“You got it.” The waitress left again.
Jag looked at Carson as he began eating his meal. Likes
dogs. Ordered the same food. Has my knee against him and isn’t moving
away…shoot me now.
8 comments:
I've read this book several times and loved it!
I think I Need to read this book several times. It sounds great!
debby236 at gmail dot com
LOL, well, this is one of yours that I haven't read yet, so add me to the list for the giveaway! :)
~M
I would love to read this, please count me in, thanks!
brendurbanist at gmail dot com
Love the excerpt!
gisu29(at)yahoo(dot)com
sounds great. I love GA! lol.. Please count me in! :D
Judi
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i haven't read the book as yet but i'd love to have a copy seeing as i adore G A's books
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Oh, this looks very intriguing!
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