It’s time for Tuesday Tales!
Today we have an excerpt from an unexpected story that literally ran over me roughshod and demanded to be written RIGHT NOW. Who am I to argue with the muse? Here’s an excerpt from that pushy book, The Viking and the Drag Queen.
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!
My gaze flew from his legs to his face. What a beautiful, masculine face it was. I’d been a dolt to listen to Sitka. Screw her and all her well-meaning rules. I wanted to date this man hard.
“Maybe,” I replied coyly. His nostrils flared. My dick started to get fat. “Do you think you can keep up being my man? I’m really high maintenance, marginally bitchy and—”
“Marginally?” Sully tossed out while shooting soda into a glass.
“Fuck off,” I whipped another stirrer. “Ignore the barkeep. I’m only marginally bitchy. You think you can put up with a queen like me?”
“Yes, I think so. I want to try.” He was so earnest. And so scared. I could see the fear at the edges of his words and in the way he sat hunched up, cap down. This was going to take a lot of work. Perhaps I was being a romantic fool. It wasn’t up to me to save this man. That he would have to do on his own. I could hold his hand as he worked his way out of the undertow and swam to shore. Oh. Swimming with one hand would make it hard but I knew what I meant.
“Then let’s go try. I think I need you to remind me just how gay you are.” I popped my tongue, slid out of the bar stool, and swished my way toward the front door. I didn’t need to look back. I knew he’d be coming along shortly. I was tapping away on my Uber app when he appeared beside me, opening the front door and holding it like a proper gentleman should.
“Thank you. Let me just get us a ride and—”
“I have a car. A new one. I bought it yesterday.” I glanced up from my phone as a wind right off a penguins ass blew down the street. Fuck. I needed a thicker coat. I burrowed into my shawl for warmth. “You’re cold. Come on. It’s just here.”
“Wow, this is lush.” I sank into the passenger seat after he popped the locks. He ran around the front of the car then dove in, hurrying to crank the engine and get the heater on. “It’s posh.”
“Thank you. I’ve been trying to be environmentally conscious and use only public transportation but it’s hard to try to date someone and not have a car.”
“You were so sure we’d be dating?” I teased. His face fell. “I’m poking fun. And I’m more than a little flattered. This is a gorgeous car, and you bought it so you could woo me.”
“Thank you. It’s electric.”
“The car or the wooing?” I pulled the seatbelt across my chest.
“Pity. We’ll work on your wooing.” I gave him a wink that made him stammer. Shit but he was adorable. “Let’s get to your place. I’m in a hurry to see if you remember what I like.”