Featured Title
Times Square Kiss
Kevin Voglino
Excerpt Heat Level: 2
Book Heat Level: 1
The sky above Heathrow was tombstone gray. A storm
looked inevitable, common for a London summer. Race backed away from the vast
airport window. Christian ground his teeth then snarled, “I have to go, babe,”
speaking to the back of Race’s neck.
Race’s pale hands clung to the glass that
overlooked the ashen asphalt. He’d just gotten a pedicure. He smelled a hint of
chemicals and something sweet--his cologne had absorbed into his skin like
sunbeams into an orange. Dirty carts held various bags--Coach, Chaps, Louis
Vuitton, Tumi, American Tourister. Slovenly, dark-skinned men scurried by
carrying plastic trash. Their body odor lingered. “I’ll meet you in New York."
"Two days. It’s starting to rain. I hope you
don’t get delayed, love.” Race turned then blew him a kiss, making Christian
smirk.
I hate when
he does that, Christian thought. He battled the smile forming, loving Race’s
flirtatious acts. Gorgeous, tall, twenty-seven-year-old, Race was so charming
at times. His Saxon nose was striking, as was his face and body. His
unnecessary workout regimens and monotonous practice of consistent hand washing
had been a bit much over the past year. It occurred to him this moment seemed
like the many break ups Christian had had in the past.
“I’ll see you off then,” Race said.
“It’s going to be a great trip. See you in the
States in two days.”
“Yes, babe, it’ll be our one off--our best. Come
with me now? Please.” Christian held his breath.
“I have to work. I’ll be there soon, love.”
Is our
relationship going to end here? Christian recognized the bumpy conversation, which
had always led to uncomfortable break-ups. He smiled at the excitement growing
in the terminals like ferns in balmy jungles, or like the solidity of men’s
bodies when touched seductively. He’d always felt the electric jolt shake his
body when he’d prepare to travel somewhere he’d never been.
Bridge and tunnel families scrambled to locate the
correct terminals. Race had always said they didn’t belong in the city. They’d
travel to some metropolis to work via a tunnel or bridge then mess up the
bloody stream of urbane life. After they’d fucked up the smooth flow of no-name
mega city, they’d bumble back to safe suburbia. He’d encountered many of their
types throughout the world’s largest municipalities.
His lover checked his text messages, bopping in
place. Race was a sucker for his gadget porn. He fetishized about sending texts
or images on his Blackberry or the latest slim mobile. His footwork reminded
Christian of the first time they’d danced at Heaven--a popular London club for
twinks. Or it could be the boyzillian he’d just gotten. Race had heard how
trendy it had become, but he seemed to regret the painful sting of the wax.
“You better hurry.” Race scratched the thigh of his
tight black jeans.
Were they over as a couple?
Christian tried to let the possibility sink into
his skin. He wouldn’t let that happen. He’d invested too much time in their
relationship--besides, he loved him.
If you enjoy novels full of interesting and contradictory
characters, learning to be you, being proud of who you are, and finishing a
loved one’s wishes, this is the book for you.
Danielle for Coffee Time Romance
No comments:
Post a Comment