Blurb:
After running away from the hatred and abuse of their teen years, Sean
and Gavin have been hustling to survive for too long now. When some extra cash
lands them alone in a hotel room until Christmas, they can no longer deny their
feelings for each other. Now neither one can imagine watching the other walk
off with one more trick. Even with no money and no job prospects, Sean is
determined to not just show Gavin what a real home and holiday is like, but to
keep them off the streets for good and build a life together.
Release Date December 23rd at
Excerpt:
I exited the shelter and raised the collar on my coat again. There was
no sign the snow planned on stopping its assault on the city. I rounded the
corner to the alley. I really should’ve been heading to the highway overpass
north of the shelter. Someone usually had a fire going. I’d been sleeping there
more than anywhere else in the past several weeks, but I couldn’t force myself
to walk that far, not with the full stomach and how hard the snow was barreling
down. I’d just have to find a doorway to hunch in for a few hours until the
library opened. One of those shops farther down on Madison usually worked. The
cops didn’t tour that area much and the shops were too small to bother with
much security.
I stopped halfway down the alley where the buildings on each side
blocked much of the falling snow and wind.
Someone moved in the shadows beside a dumpster. A man stepped into the
dim glow from the streetlights just as my eyes adjusted to the darkness behind
him where a door was open. A kid not much more than sixteen lay on a couch
inside the apartment. His head was propped on the arm of the couch, his eyes
rolled back. Another, even younger kid was on the other end, sitting up, a
needle in his hand.
For once, I didn’t turn away and take off. I leaned against the brick
wall and watched that young man’s face soften as the pain and misery faded
away.
The guy who’d walked out of the open door had stopped. “You looking for
something?”
I just kept on staring at the kid on the couch.
This wasn’t me.
I was just so cold and tired. The high of the warm food filling my belly
hadn’t lasted long. I wanted to forget that I was alone for another Christmas,
forget what I’d been doing to survive, and most importantly, forget the
memories that stupid string of Christmas lights had brought out.
Just for a little while.
“Come on. You deserve some relief.” He tilted his head to the room
behind him where the others lay on that couch completely unaware of the snow
blowing in through the open door. “I’ll show you how,” he added.
“Don’t.” Biker Boots was walking toward us from the end of the alley. He
was staring me down as he’d done when I’d first seen him in the shelter. He was
taller and broader than he’d looked earlier. He had a strong, solid appearance despite
his lean frame. Although, that could’ve had something to do with the
determination in his stride as he advanced. “Don’t do it,” he said, his gaze
still locked on mine.
“Fuck off,” the other guy said. He’d taken a step away but wasn’t
backing off completely.
Biker Boots gestured toward the street. “Let’s get out of here.”
I didn’t think. I just nodded and followed him down the alley.
When I’d lost my apartment and had spent the first night wandering the
city streets, I’d made myself a few promises. The first...no matter how bad it
got, I’d never give in and get fucked up.
Now, four months in and I’d almost done it.
We neared the end of the alley, and my new friend—if I dared call him
that—didn’t even stop, just kept on moving along the sidewalk until another guy
stepped into my path.
“Hey, cutie.”
Biker Boots came to my side. “Don’t.” Apparently, his favorite word. He
grabbed my arm and dragged me with him, trudging forward faster than before.
When we reached the next block, he finally let go.
I stopped to catch my breath. “What’d you do that for? I might’ve gotten
enough for a room. It’s practically a fucking blizzard out here or haven’t you
noticed?”
One side of his mouth lifted in an amused smirk. “You would’ve been
spending the night someplace warm, that’s for sure. He’s a cop. And not one
that wants a free blow and will let you go.”
I jerked around to look back the way we’d come. I’d almost gotten my ass
thrown in jail for the first time.
Merry Fucking Christmas.
Biker Boots tilted his head in the opposite direction. “Come on. I know
a place.” He continued walking at a quick pace, his hands shoved into his
pockets, and I followed.
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