Blurb:
New Orleans is supposed to be the big easy. One
night changes everything for Frankie Choteau.
New
Orleans. A city rich in tradition, diversity, and on the comeback trail from
hurricane Katrina. Francois “Frankie” Choteau, a resident of this town, a cop
with a hot temper and low tolerance for bs. Kajika Fortier, a transplant from
Oklahoma came here looking for a dream and unfortunately it’s turned into a
nightmare. On a hot summer night, they meet and cross paths during a very
difficult situation. Despite this, the attraction between them is evident and loneliness
for both men is a fate worse than death. They’d both like a chance at happiness
but the cost might be too high of a price to pay.
An intense scene between Frankie and the star of the next book in the series, Kenina.
Unedited excerpt
Frankie pushed the button and bit his
bottom lip. Damn this man was sex on wheels! Why the hell did he have to be a
witness in this case?
“Frankie!” Kenina yelled again and
knocked some more on his glass.
“Damnit woman!” Frankie pressed the automatic
locks on the doors and she got in on the passenger side.
“What the fuck, Frankie? How come ya’
ran outta there like that, huh? You know how much them fucks love to talk!”
“Whatever girl. The reason I hightailed
it outta there is so I wouldn’t be talkin’ in front of everybody!”
“Well damn, Frankie I get that but did ya
take a minute to think what they mighta been sayin’ about cha?”
“Fuck woman, I don’t really care, okay?
I’m sick of carin’ what those idiots, think! I wanna be me and stop hidin’ from
everybody!”
“Frankie, you know that isn’t a good
idea, alright? These homophobic, good ol’ boy cops will have your hide if they
found out you was gay!”
“So fuckin’ what! I wish I hadn’t went
along with this bullshit from jump! Now I’m fuckin’ trapped in my own lie,
Kennie. I gots no way out. I don’t like that feelin’!”
“Well maybe you shoulda thought about
that when ya decided to like men over women, sweetie. When ya make that kinda
choice, you gotta learn to deal!”
Frankie gripped the steering wheel and
he immediately saw red. If Kenina wasn’t a woman, he swore he would’ve clocked
her with that statement. Again, he nibbled on his lip until it hurt. He took a
deep breath. “It ain’t no choice, gal. I told ya’ it’s my life! It’s my fuckin’
life. The choice I made to hide it was the wrong one. I shouldn’t a cared about
how other people felt about me.”
“But it mighta stopped ya’ from becomin’
a homicide detective.”
“Then I coulda transferred!”
“What? You woulda left me behind even
after all we been through together?”
Frankie only leaned back in the seat and
blew raspberries. “If it came to that, yes ‘cause ya see where this lie’s got
us right nah. Everyone’s in my biz. Maybe if I woulda come out, people woulda
treated me like a leper and left me the hell alone!”
“Well shit, aren’t you the most
ungrateful…”
“Damnit Kenina! I just wanna love who I
wanna love, m’kay? Let’s just break up publically so everyone can see and then
you’re free to date who you want and so can I.”
“And you’ll come out?”
“I just might so people will get off my
back about you, us, and this stupid ass relationship charade. This wadn’t a
good idea to begin with and I knew that but…fuck! I wanted to keep up a fuckin’
appearance. Why should I care ‘bout what people think?”
“Oh so this is all ‘bout you nah, huh?”
“No it’s not but hell, if we break up
and I come out gay then I look bad before you, right? You walk away unscarred.”
“No I don’t silly, ‘cause then people
will think I got issues findin’ a man!”
“Well obviously you do ‘cause you agreed
to play pretend girlfriend for me!”
Kenina inhaled and with all her might,
slapped Frankie’s face, hard.
Damn.
Her face red and full of tears, she
shook her hand, most likely indicating how painful it was to hit Frankie. “You
fuckin’ sonofabitch! I care about ya’, Frankie! I got problems, yeah, I really
do. I keep waitin’ for you to change, hopin’ you’ll see me for the woman I am
and stop perpetratin’ like a homo. All the comments you make about my body and
the fact you’re even goin’ through with this shit in the first place, tells me
you’re attracted to me!”
Frankie’s jaw burned like hell right
now. He rubbed it to try soothing the discomfort. “So what. I’m gay, not dead,
Kennie. I’ve always loved the sight of a beautiful woman or man. I like
attractive people period. Just ‘cause I make comments about your frame, or the
fact you look good every day, don’t mean I wanna sleep wicha. I like men, Kenie!
I’m gay. I like fuckin’ a man, kissing a man, a pretty man who I can plunge my cock into all times of the night.”
“Stop it,” she interrupted.
“I like to cuddle with a hot man while watchin’
a movie…”
“I said, stop,” she repeated in a
harsher tone.
Frankie continued on despite her
protests. “I wanna get married to a man, love a pretty man for the rest of my
life! I don’t like women sexually, Kenie!”
“I said, that’s enough!” She yelled at
the top of her lungs and glared at him. “You made your point! I’m stupid I know
for even wastin’ my time, fallin’ for ya’. Do what you fuckin’ want then. Fall
in love with another faggot if that’s what makes you happy!”
Frankie returned the scowl and grit his
teeth. He gripped the wheel to keep from wailing on this woman. His knuckles
turned white. “Get outta my car now! I ain’t havin that kinda talk in my
vehicle!”
“Whatever!” Kennie got out and slammed
the door behind her making the car shudder.
“Fuck you too!” Frankie called to her,
hoping she heard. The nerve of this woman holding his orientation against him
and all this time, he thought she did it because she wanted to, not trying to
change him.
What the fuck now? No way would he be
able to work with Kenina after what just happened. Most likely when they came
to work, they’d probably get into another argument. A part of Frankie was
saddened by that but he wouldn’t allow anyone, not even his best friend tell
talk to him in that manner.
Still, there were many cases to do and
the Chief would be all over his as like white on rice if he found out about
their disagreement. He discouraged them from “dating” months ago and warned
them something like this might happen.
Why didn’t he use caution when agreeing
to this tryst? Would it come back to harm him, his friendship with Kenina, and
his career?
2 comments:
Nice! And a great cover!
TY so much. Sara York did the cover. :D
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