AUTHOR: Red Haircrow
PRICE: Coming Soon
GENRE: Contemporary • Erotica • Gay Fiction
LENGTH: 15,991 words
RATING: flame rating 4
To escape a troubled home, Jamie works the night shift at a department store with a rag-tag group of punks, war veterans, and bickering couples. He’s unsure what direction he wants to take in life until a mysterious new co-worker arrives.
With his long ponytail, faint accent, and quiet manner, Derrick manages to disturb or fascinate everyone, not just one pint-sized Southern boy who wants to escape from his boring life.
Jamie finds himself falling for Derrick, but the older man harbors a secret that threatens to come between them.
Note: may contain sexually explicit scenes of a homoerotic nature.
“He was still trembling inside. Derrik had the most amazing voice, the depth and timbre of it combined with the faint accent rocked Jamie to the depth of his soul. When Derrik had taken his hand and pulled him close for that split second, looking down on him with those mesmerizing gray eyes, he could have fainted dead away. Gooseflesh still stood on his arms, though he’d stepped back out into what promised to truly be a scorching day.
“So do you want the answers to your questions today, or some other time?” Derrik asked, coming up behind him.
Jamie scoffed, incredulous. “Now, of course. I’m the impatient sort! Can’t wait another minute.”
“Ah, I see,” said Derrik, looking around. “Well, it’s too damn hot to sit outside in the parking lot, too conspicuous also. I’d invite you back to where I live but it’s about twenty minutes outside town. Maybe another restaurant or something?”
Greatly daring, not quite meeting Derrik’s eyes, Jamie said, “We could go back to my house.” Those dark brows rose a fraction. “I don’t mean it like that … well, not exactly. It’s just that … it’s nearby and … no one’s there.”
“Hmm,” Derrik sniffed, shaking his head. “I don’t think I’ve ever been invited to someone’s parent’s house.” Then he added ruefully, “Well, I live with my mother right now, too, so — technically I guess it’s the same.”
“At least it’s cool,” Jamie pointed out. Derrik still looked undecided. “But … if you don’t want to, that’s fine.” He started walking away.
“I want to, Jamie.” Derrik spoke low but quite distinctly.
“Okay,” Jamie said, still trying to gauge Derrik’s sincerity. “You can follow me, or I can drive.”
“I’ll follow you.” Their eyes met again. “Let’s get out of the heat.”
Visit JMS Books website to purchase your download of this e-book, whose sequel is currently a work in progress!
To learn of the person who inspired by character, Derrik Lehmann, read my blog entry, “Herr Zug and Night Shift”. Herr Zug means in German “Mr. Train”, for I met the tall, dark and handsome man while traveling the S-Bahn in Berlin, Germany one special spring morning.