Jack's Back
Coming 02.15.13
Jim Menetti had a life at
Indiscreet, the Gay BDSM club owned by Bear Drummond and Reed Davis. His life
revolves around Reed, his Master, and his position as manager of the Club. On
Jim and Reed's third anniversary, Jack Leary, Reed's on and off flame comes
back and Jim's relationship with Reed unravels.
Jim picks himself up and makes a life for himself apart from
his job, he buys a home, makes it a cozy retreat and gets a cat he names
Waltzing Matilda. He even has a new love interest, the mysterious Professor
Caleb Brickner, an expert in the Spanish Inquisition and medieval torture.
Then, Reed changes his mind. Excerpt
Jim
“Boy” Menetti’s perfect eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he piped the
last of the cream cheese icing rosettes onto the three layered Carrot Spice
Cake. Moving his dark brown hair from his eyes he
looked at Brian.
“I hope
so, cub, tonight Reed and I will be together, officially, three years.” Jim bit
his lush lower lip, and began chopping roasted pecans to decorate the sides. Brian
watched him. Biting his lip was Jim’s tell.
Something was very wrong in Jim’s world.
Jim
threw a tray of pecans across the stainless steel counter.
Brian
sorted through the fresh roasted pecans in a furious search for three unblemished
nuts. “What's with you lately, anyways? I'm the nerd with the nerves.” Brian
asked. “For someone celebrating an anniversary, you look kind of bleak.”
Brian
asked out of genuine concern. He wasn’t a gossip. Brian proved that on the
memorable night Jim gave Brian a tour of Indiscrete, the Gay BDSM club to which
both, he, Jim and their partners Bear and Reed belonged. Something was afoot
because Reed called Bear at the unheard of hour of seven am on a Saturday. Reed
knew that Bear liked to sleep in on Saturday mornings and a Bear who had his
sleep interrupted was one cranky Grisly.
Brian
cocked his head and waited for a response. He knew Jim needed to talk to
someone and it looked as if that someone wasn’t going to be Reed. Brian
watched his friend. If he didn’t talk to someone soon, there would be no lip
left to bite.
“Spill!”
Brian demanded.
“I know,
it's just...”
Brian
saw the moisture gathering at the corners of Jim’s eyes.
“Okay,
sit.” Brian grabbed Jim’s arm and pulled him over to the end of the long
stainless steel countertop. They were in the club kitchen which Jim ran like an
empathic drill sergeant.
“Not
really, but I'll brew you some if that will help put a smile back on your
face.”
Brian
picked up the white porcelain teapot kept on the shelf over the gas stove and
took it over to the commercial urn. Brian warmed the inside with hot water as
he'd been taught and retrieved Jim's favorite Earl Grey from the shelf. Deftly,
he spooned the tea into the strainer. He then poured the water over the tea and
brought it back with some sugar packets and two mugs.
“It has
to steep, now spill.” Brian put his elbows on
the counter and held his face in his hands. It was Brian’s seriously attentive pose.
“Who the
hell is Jack?”
--
Mary Lynn Hansel
Writing As AC Katt
Author of The Sarran Plague, A Matter of Trust and Shattered Glass
Mary Lynn Hansel
Writing as AC Katt
Writing as AC Katt
No comments:
Post a Comment