I’d like to welcome Morticia Knight, smokey jazz, sexy men and wicked gin. Sounds like a friday night I’d enjoy! Don’t miss out on reading about her amazing Gin & Jazz series.
Hi Draven – thanks for having me at your blog today! I have been on a whirlwind with the Gin & Jazz series. Hollywood Bound is set in 1924, and is a down and dirty story about what can happen when you sell a little bit of your soul to achieve a dream. But it also tells the story of a young man’s journey to finding himself and the true love and belonging that has always eluded him. The Gin & Jazz series is the first of a four book serialization, with three additional spin-off stories that demanded to be told. I couldn’t leave all those other hot men in the series without their own happily-ever-after now could I? That just wouldn’t be right.
Today I’m going to share with you a little bit about my two main characters for this first book. Jack is a sweet, innocent nineteen year-old man who has had a rough beginning in life. He came to New York at sixteen after being beaten up at the orphanage for messing around with one of the guys there. He meets older, streetwise Nick, and the two become best friends. Nick helps him out, and ends up protecting him as well.
Now that they have been together for a while, Jack has fallen deeply in love with Nick, and wonders what it would be like if Nick wanted to be with him like a woman. But he’s certain that will never happen. Nick is engaged to a gal back in Philly, and he’s never said anything about wanting a man. However, once in a while Jack thinks he can see something in the way Nick looks at him, so he still holds on to hope.
The two men are united in one thing – and that’s their desire to get to Hollywood where they are sure they can make a great living working at the studios as set builders. They both love silent films, and want to start over somewhere new. But lately, Nick’s thoughts have been straying to how he really feels about Jack. In the following excerpt, an altercation between the two men allows Nick to finally let go and give in to his feelings for Jack.
Jack and Nick seek fortune and adventure in the silent film era of Hollywood. But their newly-expressed love is threatened by the heady allure of fame, gin and easy money.
They walked in silence, and Nick was sure that Jack didn’t know what to say to him lately, as Nick had been so stand-offish.
I don’t want to hurt his feelings, but what if I give in, and it doesn’t work out? What if I end up hating myself and him because of it? Then what?
They reached Huyler’s, and it was busier than usual. There were no spots at the counter, and the tables were reserved for people buying food.
“Come on kid. Let’s go outside for a smoke, and we’ll see if it clears up.”
Jack followed him out as he followed him everywhere, and Nick felt that clutching in his chest when he thought of how rotten he treated Jack sometimes. He didn’t mean to. It was just his way of making sure he didn’t get too soft with Jack, which would only lead to other behaviour.
“How much we got left, Nick?”
“Ten cents. Enough for a cup each until we get paid. This is the last smoke though, so we’ll each take turns puffin’, okay?”
Jack had a funny look on his face as though he were turning something over and over in his mind.
“We’re sure to get paid today, right?”
“If Pearson wants to keep his nose on straight, then yeah, we’re gettin’ paid today.”
“So it wouldn’t hurt if we took out another dollar, sat at one of the tables and had a great big pancake breakfast, with syrup and bacon and—”
Nick yanked Jack up by his collar. He was so angry, he could barely see straight.
“We don’t touch anymore of this fuckin’ money—you got it?”
Jack’s eyes were wide like saucers, and his lower lip trembled a bit. Nick let him go and looked away. His lust for Jack was consuming him, changing him into some sort of beast he no longer recognised.
Unable to face Jack, he turned towards him just enough to offer him the cigarette.
“Here. You take the rest.”
“Fuck you Nick!” he yelled, batting the cigarette from Nick’s hand.
Nick swirled all the way around just in time to see Jack running away. The kid was speedy, and Nick spurred into action. He had no idea where Jack was headed, but he was filled with a sudden terror that if he didn’t make things right, he might not ever see him again. That thought alone filled him with dread, and pushed him to move faster.
Just as Jack rounded a corner into one of the many filthy alleys that cut through the city, Nick caught up to him and slammed him against the wall.
“Let me go, you jerk!”
Jack struggled with him, kicking at Nick’s shins, but Nick held Jack fast, grasping his hands above his head and shoving his thigh in between Jack’s legs, giving him no room to get away or strike out at him.
Jack stilled, both of them out of breath from running like crazy men, their chests heaving with their exertion. Nick gazed down at Jack who was being careful to look to the side and not make eye contact. All Nick wanted in that moment was to claim him. To tell Jack that he belonged to him, with him, and nowhere else.
“I hate you,” Jack said softly, still not looking at Nick.
Nick’s heart was breaking, yet he could feel the hard outline of Jack’s dick pressed against his thigh. Jack liked it. He liked having Nick hold him there, restrain him like that. Be rough with him.
“No you don’t.”
Suddenly, Nick used his free hand to turn Jack’s head towards him. Nick pressed his lips against Jack’s and forced his way into his mouth. He explored and probed, enjoying the sweetness of him. It had never felt like this before. The hesitant little pecks he had shared with Penelope had been sterile and cold compared to this glorious heat. He deepened the kiss, sweeping the inside of Jack’s teeth and tongue, memorising every little nuance that was him. His man. His Jack.
Jack had relaxed in Nick’s embrace and was responding to him unreservedly. They were both hard and kissing with such an urgency that Nick knew if they weren’t careful they would end up fucking right there in the alley and risk getting arrested.
He pulled away abruptly, but still held Jack prisoner.
“Not here. We can’t take a chance gettin’ caught.”
Jack had tears at the corners of his eyes, and Nick bent down to kiss them gently away.
“There, there, Jacky boy. It’s okay. Everythin’s gonna be okay.”
Jack choked on a little sob.
“I don’t hate you, Nick, I just…”
“Shh. I know. I’m an asshole. But I’m gonna be better. Haven’t I always taken care of you? It’s just because of this past week. There’s been Pearson and Oscar, and no food, and…fuck! That first night in the theatre… Look, I ain’t so good with words, but everythin’s gonna be okay, just don’t worry about nothin’.”
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