It’s time for Tuesday Tales!
Today we have an excerpt from Twilight’s Touch, the second book in my contemporary gay western trilogy, Prairie Smoke Ranch.
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!
“Right, sorry. Does she look like you?”
“I…sure yeah, I guess so although I’d say I look like her.” He smiled out at the prairie smoke flowers gathering dew. It was a rare sight and it was gorgeous. “She’s tiny. I have her chin. And her laugh.”
“Cool. I take after my father. My real father not the asshole she’s married to now.” He stretched out his legs. “This is so fucking boring. What are you reading about?”
He snorted and shivered. I dug into my bag and tossed a spare flannel at his face. “Did you ever see the movie 300?” He nodded in thanks then slipped the shirt on.
“Those were some awesome Greeks.”
I pondered over discussing the Greek I was reading about, Pythagoras, but assumed he would get bored discussing pre-Socratic philosophers. So to keep him talking because I was enjoying this night under the stars with this gentler version of Will, I shifted gears.
“Did you know that Leonidas was the third child of the Spartan king Anaxandrides and so instead of being groomed to take over for his father he was sent to the agoge to train to be a warrior?”
His light blue eyes skipped to me and lingered. It might have been the wavering lantern light or my lust fogged mind, but I thought I saw something in his gaze. A spark of interest. Whether that was for Leonidas or me I didn’t know. Trying to read Will Abbott was no picnic.
“How do you know so much about dead Greeks?” I waved my phone under his nose. That flash of a brilliant smile returned. He swatted at the cell as if it were one of the thousand insects drawn to the Coleman lantern.
“Reading is fundamental,” I tossed out.
“Yeah, yeah, so they told us in school. If I could have read about Leonidas as a kickass warrior kid I’d have enjoyed reading a lot more. Who fucking cares about Jay Gatsby and Daisy?”
That made me snicker. “A lot of people.”