It’s time for Tuesday Tales!
Today we have an excerpt from Between the Pipes, an upcoming M/M hockey romance series, the Watkins Glen Gladiators, debuting in January 2023.
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!
“Thank you,” Chris and I said in tandem. Rory walked off, pointing at something to some poor guy rolling a huge-ass Mobil-1 drum filled with motor oil into the bay. I took a few steps closer to the car then bent over to look inside. The safety netting that covered the driver’s side window was down so I slipped around to that side so not to smudge the passenger – not that there was a passenger in a race car – and stuck my head into the cockpit. It was like checking out the cockpit of a 747. Gauges, switches, coiled cords, and who the hell knew what else. The shifter was nothing like the standard shift Dad had insisted I learn on.
“Dude, this shifter is next level,” I called to Chris.
Someone not Chris replied. “Thank you.”
I jerked up and out, smacking the back of my head on the window frame. With a wince, I got my head free and turned to face whoever was behind me. It took me a second to actually absorb the otherworldly level of hotness that I was now staring at. Shit, I had no clue who the guy in the black jumpsuit emblazoned with team sponsor patches was but he was freaking gorgeous. Short, honey-colored hair with silver liberally salted throughout. His eyes were a soft blue-gray, his jaw strong, his cheeks covered with light blond and gray stubble. He was as tall as me and built about the same solely judging by how slim he looked in that suit.
Did I mention how hot that suit was? Who the hell knew that fire-retardant suits could be that sexy?!
Maybe it’s the man and not the suit?
Yep. Totally the man.