A Man of Unusual Talent
and Flyboy's First Misadventure
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What's it all about?
A MAN OF UNUSUAL TALENT:
Enter
Mathias Giraud, football hero, local cop, and CC's secret fantasy since high
school. Mat's a simple man with a hero complex fostered by comic books and
Marvel movies. Saving the world is his fantasy, but since his roots are firmly
planted in Morrisonville and reality, he'll settle for protecting and serving.
Until he clashes with CC at the local convenience store and is reminded of his
own high school crush.
When
marshmallows are involved, the course of true love is bound to get sticky.
FLYBOY'S
FIRST MISADVENTURE:
Easygoing
Gavin Trevor is always willing to help his family, even when they have ulterior
motives…like forcing him to make up with his annoying older brother. When a
simple task at his parent’s house puts him in a position of danger, he’ll need
a lot more than luck to avoid a serious injury—he’ll need his very own
superhero.
And
the fates collide, well sort of. It may not be love at first sight—Gavin was unconscious in Dean’s arms for their
initial introduction…but perhaps these two men can make it a relationship at
first flight?
A
threat against Gavin’s family throws a wrench in their plans, and while Dean
gladly offers his amateur talent to help the mission, Gavin doesn’t want to put
his rescuer’s life in jeopardy by risking exposure of the greatest secret ever.
This
proves to be a rescue adventure for the books. Or is that a rescue
misadventure?
Excerpts:
A
Man of Unusual Talent:
Mathias squirmed on
the seat. Had to piss. He cast a glance at his partner. Dillon was such a hard-nose.
“Hey…how about you pull into that gas station over there? I got to take a
leak.”
Dillon’s lip curled,
but he swung the patrol car into the convenience store parking lot. “I told you
not to get the grande coffee at Mabel’s. Good thing it’s dead tonight.”
“Want anything while
I’m in there?” Mat paused with his hand on the door latch, cocking his head at
Dillon. Guy wasn’t so bad…just a walking encyclopedia of procedure and a
nitpicker. He gave out more jaywalking and broken taillight tickets than any
cop on the force.
“No eating in the
squad car.” Dillon turned to face him, lips narrow and tight, radiating
disapproval.
“You know…if you
weren’t my brother…” Mat shoved the door open with unnecessary force. The
captain was punishing him…all because he’d missed last Sunday’s dinner with the
family. Well, Pop should learn to separate work from personal. Riding with
Dillon for a week was going to be torture. If Pop…Captain Giraud, head of
Morrisonville’s twenty-five man police force…made good on his threat to force
his grandsons to ride together for a month they’d be lucky if the both of them
survived.
Shaking his head, Mat
slammed the cruiser door as forcefully as he’d opened it. A poster on one of
the convenience store’s huge plate glass windows boasted of sixty-four ounce
sodas in refillable Hulk, Hawkeye, Iron Man, Black Widow, and Thor cups.
Mm. I need to go see that new movie. “I’m getting a soda,” he
called over his shoulder to Dillon as he opened the door. “Can I get the
restroom key?”
His gaze automatically
surveyed the interior, noting it was deserted except for the cashier…a cute
little guy named CC he vaguely remembered from high school…and two hoodie-wearing
teens. “Everything okay tonight, CC?” he asked. Not that he expected a negative
answer; it was just that Collin Crane looked a little freaked. The two kids
weren't any bigger than Collin and weren’t familiar to Mat, so he figured they
weren’t troublemakers. Generally he’d had dealings with most of the town’s
rowdy teens.
“Yeah, fine, these two
were just getting gas. Thanks for coming in, fellas.” CC stepped back, grabbed
the restroom key off the hook, and tossed it to Mat.
Mat caught the keys,
watching the boys leave without speaking. “Seriously, CC. Those kids giving you
trouble? I can talk to them.” Something about the smaller man…regret probably,
for ignoring the way the kid was bullied in high school…made him feel a little
protective. It was weird, but Mat had learned a lot since he’d turned his back
on bullying when he was a kid. Then he’d thought it was enough that he didn’t
participate when Jake and Thorn and the others messed with the younger kids.
Now…social guilt? Whatever. He was a better person at thirty than he had been
at fifteen.
CC looked up, cheeks
flushed a little, lower lip trembling. “No…it’s okay. They just wanted gas.”
“Okay. I’ve gotta go,
but I want a Thor cup when I get back.” He nodded and walked toward the narrow
hall lined with empty boxes which led to the restroom.
“You a fan of The Avengers?” CC called after him.
Mat paused and glanced
back over his shoulder, letting his smile widen. “I’m a huge fan of Thor…that
is one well put together man.” He was still chuckling over CC’s strangled
response when he closed the restroom door.
FLYBOY'S
FIRST MISADVENTURE
He
attempted to roll the green-eyed man with the dreamy voice off him, but only
succeeded in flipping them over so he was now stuck on top. What the fuck? He glanced down their
bodies and noticed a cord of some kind wrapped repeatedly around their midsections
and legs. No wonder his legs had stopped obeying him. A quick look up showed
him numerous clothes line poles with no actual line attached to them.
Well,
that was probably because it was all bound around their bodies…and tight too.
In the middle of their airborne Cirque du Soleil auditions, their bodies
managed to rearrange themselves so the clothesline wrapped them up in the
missionary position. With them being damn near close to the same height they
lined up quite perfectly with each other.
And
that thought made Dean’s cock jump and want to do a few flying lessons of its
own.
Dean
saw the fog lift from his captive’s eyes as they narrowed with suspicion. His
voice was steely this time, not whimsical and light with confusion. “What is
happening?”
When
all else failed, there was one surefire way to handle what appeared to be an
unhandleable situation—channel his snarky best friend Tia.
So
he put on a lopsided smile and shrugged as he tried to loosen their bonds
somewhat. “You know how Mondays are…run out of coffee, get an extra dose of
paperwork at the evil day job, end up in a neighbor’s backyard tied to a
charming and well-meaning stranger…” He forced a chuckle out for good measure.
The
man’s intense voice didn’t cut him any slack. “Today’s Sunday.”
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A Man of Unusual Talent:
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Flyboy's First Misadventure:
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