I have a new book out! It’s a gritty, fun, sad, beautiful, and erotic look at the two weeks leading up to Christmas during the winter of 2000. From big parties to cold park benches, these two lovers find love and joy amongst grief and sorrow.
Here’s a bit of fun from the second chapter:
“Well, on the bright side, I don’t have to go to work today.”
“That’s good. I don’t want to go outside unless it’s to go somewhere warm. And with stronger coffee. Or whiskey.”
“Well, on the downside, I don’t ever have to go to work again.”
“Are you serious? What the hell happened?”
“Something about changing things around, a shakeup at the top, and a reorganization with a goal towards growth, which means my whole department got the ax. Just like that. Before bonuses were due.”
“That’s fucking bullshit,” Heather said, resting her arm on my chest. “How can they do that? Don’t they have to give you at least a few weeks or something?”
“No, they made sure of that already. None of us were technically employees, so they don’t have to do shit. We were contractors hired by a third party company that leases our labor or some other bullshit like that. I don’t know, but I do know I’m fucked. On the bright side, my Christmas list got a little shorter this year.”
“Don’t be like that. We’ll figure something out. Your lease doesn’t end until February, and I have some money left over from my last gig. Plus, you have the life insurance.”
“It’s not even the money,” I said rolling to my back. “It’s just the fucking ease in which they dropped us. A goddamn phone call on a snowy morning and that’s it. I don’t even have to go in to pick anything up. I’m just done. Nothing to do. Happy fucking Christmas.”
“Maybe I can cheer you up,” Heather said, sliding all the way on top of me. She was naked under the covers, and her body was warm and soft. I let her kiss me and then I kissed her back and maybe it wasn’t so bad after all. Hell, it was probably better than having to work all through December.
“Let’s just do this until January,” I said, holding her tighter as I felt myself grow hard.
“Do what? I was just kissing you. I would never do anything dirty.”
She was on her back a second later with a smile on her face and my hands on her wrists, pinning them above her head. My excitement was instant, and I looked down at her as she struggled against me.
“Please mister, don’t,” she pleaded.
“But you’re so pretty,” I said, rubbing myself against her wet skin.
“But I don’t know you,” she cooed, “and besides, you don’t have a condom on.”
“Condoms are for sailors,” I said pushing into her as both of us looked down at our connection. Even after a year, I was still mesmerized by the sight of our bodies together, and as she took me inside her, I let myself fall against her chest as I kissed her mouth with just a touch of real anger.
“You feel so good,” she whispered, kissing me back as I held her down again.
“You feel good,” I said. “It’s probably because you’ve done this so many times. It’s probably because you’re such a sweet little slut, isn’t that right?”
“I’m a good girl,” she said, reaching between her legs. “I only sleep with men I like. Well, most of the time that is.”
“You tramp!” I said, fucking her faster and harder.
“Jerk-face,” she said before pulling my head down for a kiss again as I felt all of her body join mine in an instant. Out of the corner of my eye, I could still see the snow falling, and it brought a silence so profound that all I could hear was the sound of our skin and the faint gasps of our fragile breath. Deep within her, I began to feel myself let go and she kissed my face, again and again, the smile never leaving her.