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Welcome back! “Purple” is our word this week. Today I’m sharing a snippet from First Season, the second Harrisburg Railers book. I’m coauthoring this M/M hockey romance series with Rj Scott and am thrilled to be able to share excerpts with the Tuesday Tales readers!
In today’s post, we get to see some interaction between the two leading men, Adler Lockhart, a Railers player, and Layton Foxx, a social media expert working with the Railers. We also get some interplay with Adler and his best friend/PA Apollo.
This story may have gay erotic scenes, strong social issues addressed and mature language. If those things offend now is the time to move onto another Tuesday Tales blog. Thanks for stopping by!
He rolled his eyes. “Far too much information. But, I did pack about twenty clean handkerchiefs for your trip.” He closed the case, latched it, and turned to look at me. “Ad, do me a favor, okay? Try to keep a rein on yourself.”
“I know, you already told me not to buy anyone any more presents.” I shuffled the shrimp from one hand to the other.
“Yeah, there’s that, but I see how much you love this man.”
“I never said that. Never. Not once. Did I?” I didn’t recall saying the L word in any way that linked with Layton.
“You didn’t have to. It’s written all over your face. Mr. Foxx is nice and very good-looking but deeply troubled. Don’t let your desire to be loved override what he can give you, okay?”
“Yeah, sure, okay. I’ll go slow. I promise.”
“You don’t mean a word of that, I know.” He sighed, padded over to me, and gave me a chaste kiss on the lips. I wiggled the prawn platter out of the way. “I’m leaving now. I want to get home, sleep, and be able to do Christmas eve mass with my parents.”
“Cool. Tell them I wish them the best holiday ever. Seems funny not to be going with you this year.”
“It’s nice that you have someone else in your life now. Just don’t suffocate the man, okay?” He patted my cheek, snuck a shrimp from under the plastic wrap, and walked off making yummy sounds. I heard the doorbell ring. My body reacted instantly knowing it was Layton. I jogged to the door. It had been days since I’d last seen him. He looked so good. Relaxed, calm, smiling, casually dressed in a loose purple sweater and jeans.
“Missed you,” I said as his gaze moved over me then settled on the shrimp platter. “Treats for later. Come in. Can I kiss you?”
“Sure,” he said as he slipped in around me. I leaned in, stole a tiny smooch, and then jumped back out of the way when Apollo came charging at us with travel bags bouncing off his back.
“Hello, Mr. Foxx,” he smiled at Layton then wagged a finger at me as he hurried past. “You, remember what I said. Have fun. Merry Christmas, Ad, Mr. Foxx.”
“Same to you,” Layton said before I closed on the door on my best friend. “He doesn’t like me.”
“He does, he’s just worried about me falling for you too quickly. He seems to think I can’t control myself for some reason.”
“Your lack of a filter might have something to do with how he thinks,” Layton said then lifted the shrimp platter from my hand. “Why don’t we put these in the fridge. Warm seafood makes me nervous.”
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