It’s time for Tuesday Tales!
Today we have an excerpt from Back Check, Boston Rebels #2, written with Rj Scott.
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!
“Nothing that some paint can’t cover up,” Madeline, the chipper realtor – were there any other kind? – brightly announced then led me from the living room to the kitchen where, thank God, the ceiling was white. “This room was recently redone and has all new modern appliances. Mrs. Lafgrain will love cooking you those big meals when you come home from your hockey games all sweaty and revved up.”
“Löfgren,” I politely corrected the tiny blonde with the appreciative gaze. “Like a loaf of bread and a smile. Loaf. Grin. And there is no missus.”
Her pale eyes lit up. “Oh, well what a shame.” She sidled closer. I smiled down at her then asked to see the rest of the three bed, two bath home. It was a rather nice place. Built in the fifties it still had some of the charm of the era even with the upgrades. Shame they’d not seen the need to upgrade that damn yellow ceiling. The tour lasted about forty minutes and by the time it was over Madeline was hanging off every word I said as well as simply hanging off me. Women tended to like to look at me. As did men. I liked looking at both. It was when they got past my looks and discovered what a wreck I was that they tended to shuffle off without a word. Not that I blamed them. I came with steamers full of baggage.
As Madeline held onto my arm and flirted, I circled the home a final time, watching the neighborhood children playing then checking out the chain link fencing. Maybe I could get a dog now. New team, new town, new home, new life. Might as well add a new dog to the mix.