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Clare London - Writing...man to man
Red Rose Publishing
All Romance EBooks
Category:
Gay/Lesbian/Bi
Publisher: Red Rose Publishing
ISBN-10: 1604351780
Type: Fiction
Pages: 17
Copyright: July 2008
ISBN-13: 9781604351781
All Bailey wants is to be a good negotiator, and to impress his boss and teacher, the legendary Drew Fletcher. He admires Fletcher for his skills in the field, but that doesn’t stop him admiring him for other, more romantic reasons as well. In a tense hostage situation it’s pretty unlikely Bailey will cover himself in glory, but in his dreams, it’s all going to happen just like in the movies.
In the end, will he really get to be the hero and get the guy?
This title contains adult scenes of m/m romance, rated PG13.
Humour.
E-book available at publisher website and all online e-book retailers.
Excerpt
God, but it hurt!
I’d always wondered what it’d be like to get shot in the arm. I mean – I know that sounds bizarre, but you know what I mean, don’t you? In a Hollywood movie kind of way. I had visions of clutching at the wound, pinning the bleeding shreds of skin together; my eyes bright, still watching for danger, my teeth gritted and my face hard-set in its expression. I’d drag my superbly athletic, masculine body along dark corridors, no sound except the clatter of my boots on the hard floor, and the harsh panting of my breath against the silent whirr of distant, strangely malevolent machinery.
But always finding the exit in the end – bursting out into sunlight and into the arms of the rescue force. Cynical cops would cheer; my co-star would gasp, having been the last person to hold out only the faintest of hope for my survival, and exclaim at my incredible and indomitable ability to beat the odds.
My co-star. Right….
All I knew was that, in reality, it hurt. It hurt one huge great hell of a lot, and I couldn’t seem to stop the bleeding. I sat slumped down against the wall, and I didn’t seem to have a lot of energy in my superbly athletic, masculine legs to get me up and running again. And I really did think I should be doing that. Running away. Even in the best films, the villain didn’t stop at one shot, did he? I didn’t know how the rest of the team was faring – let’s face it, I didn’t know if I was in at the end of the story, or just opening up the whole can of blood-spattered worms. I hadn’t given it sufficient thought in the first place.
“But you’re so brave,” my co-star would say. “Jeez, Bailey, we’d given you up for dead! I never thought you’d talk him around – I never thought you’d get out before he let loose the whole damned arsenal and blew up the bank!”
“It’s my job,” I’d modestly say. “As a negotiator, we have to be trained to go into potentially dangerous situations. For God’s sake, don’t make a fuss! Let me set off for home with just your handkerchief as a bandage, and maybe you’ll have supper with me later on…”
Right.
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