Tuesday Tales – Common

It`s time for Tuesday Tales.

Today we have an excerpt from my current WIP, Kestrel & Kee – The Siren of Lake Killikee, an MM paranormal romance.

Please do bear in mind that these snippets are unedited so please be kind if you find any mistakes.

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!

 

 

Being popular was something that I had little knowledge of as I was always that weird kid with the even weirder vibes. Most people knew I was off, and not just because I was queer in a heteronormative world so obvs I was not “normal”, but they could sense that I was different on a deeper plane. A plane that they couldn’t grasp but felt in a primal survival sort of unease. A common thing among those with the gift or so I had read online.

Pushing my glasses up, I straightened my shoulders, lifted my chin, and stalked past a couch filled with massive guys in bright green jackets. The Liverswell Lions were having court it seemed. A pack of young woman fluttered around them. I did my best to not look too long at any of the football players. That was a lesson I had learned in high school. Skinny gay Asian kids in glasses and AP classes did not gawk the jocks. Someone rose from the sofa as I passed. Oh shit. My mouth went dry instantly. I walked faster, gripping the strap of my leather shoulder bag tighter. If he grabbed it he’d take me with it, which would probably only add to the humor for the jocks.

Eyes on the announcement board, I did my best to not clock the wall of muscle at my right. Instead of making eye contact I skimmed my tutoring printout, frowning at the lone missing tag at the bottom of the tear-off flyer. Shit. I had been sure I’d get someone to call for assistance. It would be an easy way to make money to cover the electric bill that was creeping towards being overdue.

“Hey, is this your flyer?” The mountain asked as I scowled at my flyer

I nodded, unsure of where this was going or if I would have to bolt at any given second. I was considerably smaller than he was, and so probably faster, and I had ample experience in evasive tactics.

“You’re this Archimedes Kee, right?”

“Yeah, that’s me. Why?”

“I’m the guy that pulled that off.” I dared to look over and then up. Oh hell. The man was gorgeous. Wild and wavy blond hair, eyes as blue as a forget-me-not, and lips that Hollywood actresses spent hundreds of thousands of dollars to get. His jaw was strong and covered with new gold whiskers.

 

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