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It`s time for Tuesday Tales.

Today we have an excerpt from The Financier and the Sweetheart, Campo Royale #4, releasing in February 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!

 

 

“I’m really only trying to make up for the errors of my youth,” I said, hoping my sincerity bled through. Yes, I supposed I could be cunning. Some might say mendacious which would be a stretch. I rarely lied. I had no need. But many people disliked my ways and that was fine. They didn’t have to like me they just had to respect me. “I’ve carried that guilt for years. Let me do this for you. Perhaps we can even become friends as we work together to get your that crown.”

Leroy stared at the sugar canister. I glanced from him to Laila who gave me a wink.

“Leroy, this is a once in a lifetime chance for us to get ahead financially. You can have some breathing room. And that title would boost your career. Maybe you could get out of the Campo and move onto bigger venues.”

“I love the Campo and have no wish to leave,” Leroy answered curtly. I suspected that was a lie. Didn’t all entertainers live for the spotlight? “But I will confess that having that money in the bank would make things easier for both of us.”

I grinned. Progress! Finally! “Is that a yes?” I asked and got a sour look from the man in the yellow t-shirt with the Wilmington Pride logo on the front. His plump lips pursed. He nodded. Just once then jumped all over the joyous squeak from his sister.

“It’s a yes with contingencies. We have to be in Philly Monday for a doctor’s appointment for Laila. Over the weekend I will work up a list of things that you have to adhere to.” He pointed a manicured finger at me. French tips. Nice. “We’ll come to see you at work and you can read over my list. If you agree I want it put into a legal document that you’ll sign right there and then.”

“Leroy that’s stupid,” his sister huffed then sat back as our pancakes arrived.

“It’s how things are going to roll,” he replied then began cutting into his pancakes with vengeance.

I smiled over the table at Laila.

“I’m sure that whatever provisos Leroy adds will be well thought out and professional addendums.” I gave them both my warmest smile then dug into my pancakes while silently praying that the cook hadn’t done something nefarious to our food.

 

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