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I thought I’d chat just a bit about my current WIP and share an exclusive excerpt with you all today. I write contemporary M/M erotic hockey romances that deal with social issues, personal growth, team dynamics, and lots of lusty love! Right now I’m working on Open Net, the second novella the Cayuga Cougars Duology. This story is about August Miles, a shy young goalie on the Cougars, who falls for Salvatore Castenada, a much older man. There will be some dark times for August but with Sal’s love and the support of his team, I am positive he’ll find his happily ever after. I hope you enjoy the following snippet! Please forgive any errors you may find, this has not been professionally edited.
"I'd like to know whatever you want to tell me. How old were you when you started playing?" Sal asked and I told him. Then I went on to tell him the entire history of August Jones Miles' hockey career from Pee Wee up to and through the draft. I filled his ears with stories about my first season with the Cougars, how we were poised to grab a playoff spot for the first time in over ten years, and how amazing it was to be part of such a special group of men. When I ran out of hockey talk, Sal was smiling at me.
"What?" I glanced behind me to see what he found so humorous. Maybe one of the party guests was skinny-dipping or something. Nope. There was nothing but water and a few birds flying low over the surface of the lake trying to catch bugs.
"You do love talking about hockey," he chortled. I blushed hotly and found the nesting sparrow for a moment. When my eyes met his again, he reached out to lay his cool hand on my forearm. The contact made me inhale sharply. Sal's eyes narrowed slightly.
"Do you not like me touching you?"
"I like it," I finally whispered. He gave my arm a light squeeze.
"That's good to know. If it changes, or you feel uncomfortable, just say so." If only he knew how badly I wanted him to run those cool fingertips of his on other parts of my body he'd probably…well, maybe he'd run them over the places I asked him to. My dick was so hard now it was somewhat painful. "You've got the most soulful eyes, and a really delightful way of cocking your head when you're in thought. And it's obvious that you love hockey a great deal."
"Oh yeah, hockey's my life, my savior."
He rubbed the back of my arm for a second. Then he gave it a pat and pulled his hand away.
"I can see that. Do you date, August? I'd love to take you to dinner or a movie tonight. “I gaped at him for a full minute, my mind racing to spin up some hot little fantasy about Sal jerking me off in the balcony of a movie theater. Not that I knew of any theaters with a balcony, but once the erotic daydream started I couldn't shake it. "Or not."
"No, I mean, yeah, dinner would be good. Cool. Yeah, dinner is fine. Food is too, you know. Good. Food is good." Falling back into the lake was sounding good again. Maybe with a rock tied around my neck this time.
Sal's trepid expression shifted into one of mild amusement. Did he find bumbling goalies entertaining? Then his dark eyes slid to the side. I glanced to my right and saw Mario and Lila entering the pavilion. They made a nice couple. Mario looked good in a white shirt and that funky kilt of his. And Lila, well, she always looked amazing. Her dress was white and sparkly. She wore gold sandals. Her hand rested on Mario's arm. He really did treat her like a queen.
"There you are," Lila said as they neared. "Oh this is such a lovely spot. First Victor and Dan get married here, and then we get to celebrate another joyous event. Who is this handsome man you're chatting with, August?"
Sal and I both pushed to our feet. Mario had taught me that early. When his lady walked into a room, you got up or he hit you in the back of your head hard enough to knock the game controller out of your hand.