I was inspired to put together this blog hop to honor the LGBT Community. As an author in the M/M genre I have felt very welcomed by fellow writers, authors and of course readers. As a way of thanking those who follow my blog and enjoy my Firehouse Six books, I’ve included an excerpt from the fourth Firehouse Six book: Driven by Fire. Leave a comment about what inspires you and you’ll be entered in a giveaway to win a 25 dollar Amazon gift card!
Deacon traced a finger across the cheekbone of the man in his drawing. Taber was a very attractive man.
“I mean with gay guys popping out of your group like daisies, I wouldn’t be surprised if Taber batted for team taste the rainbow,” Cole continued on.
Deacon laughed and it received a glare from the raven haired Amazon of a teacher who instructed them.
“I don’t want to taste anything on Taber,” Deacon growled in a hushed voice.
“If you say so,” Cole responded in sing song fashion.
Deacon glanced over just as Cole turned his page to face the model. The man checked out Cole’s invitation and a smile transformed the sensual pout of the model’s lips. He nodded.
“Well, I have a date tonight.” Cole hurriedly flipped the page.
Deacon shook his head at Cole’s antics. Deacon had known men like Cole since he’d begun dating at sixteen. As a whole, Cole was a really great guy, he just had an aversion to monogamy, but Cole didn’t lie about it. Cole was always up front about what he could contribute to a relationship. Deacon respected at least that much.
“Maybe now that you’ve dropped the ball and chain you should come out with me.” Cole bumped his shoulder to Deacon’s. “A little grind to shake loose the remnants of your ex.”
Deacon smirked. “I’ll think about it, but for now I want to get things settled in with Taber.”
“I’ll accept that excuse for the moment.” Cole proceeded to draw another stick figure with horns and a tail.
“Why exactly are you taking this class?” Deacon asked with a raised brow.
Cole gestured toward the model. “Umm…hello.”
Deacon shook his head. “You are incorrigible.”
A loud, exaggerated throat clearing cut into their conversation and Deacon glanced into the narrowed gaze of Professor Wilson.
“Stop distracting me,” Deacon muttered.
Cole snickered but returned to constructing a very graphic depiction of two stick figures getting it on while the third evil one held a whip.
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