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#FridayFiction — Not Another One Hit Wonder

Today’s snippet comes from my current WIP, an M/M romance as yet untitled (are you surprised by that?).

Blurb

Jamie Eckert grew up in the small town of Ashbury, VA, where his family owned the local funeral parlor. Now in his forties, Jamie’s taken over the mortuary and is the father of a six-year-old girl named Riley.

The story opens with an early morning removal call. On the way, Jamie plans to drop Riley off at the home of Mrs. Duran, the mother of his former best friend (and one-time boyfriend) who now watches his daughter after school. But soon Jamie learns Mrs. Duran is the one who’s passed away, so he has to make other accommodations for Riley.

Her passing means Derek Duran will be coming back home … and Jamie hasn’t seen the man in over twenty years.

Derek left Ashbury after high school with big dreams of hitting it big. He must’ve succeeded, because he had a hit song on the radio back in the nineties. But he’s fallen out of the limelight since, and Jamie hasn’t been able to keep up with him.

When he returns, will they pick things up where they left off all those years ago? Or will Jamie keep Derek at bay to prevent losing his heart a second time when Derek leaves again?

Not Another One Hit Wonder, excerpt

Copyright © 2016 J.M. Snyder
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#FridayFiction – This one’s For the Boys

Since I’m going to a staged reading of three episodes from the TV show M*A*S*H tonight, I thought I’d post a snippet from my story For the Boys today.

This story is unabashedly inspired by that show, which has always been one of my favorites. I hope I managed to capture the atmosphere of the war convincingly in this short piece, which was a lot of fun to write.

Blurb:

Falling in love was the last thing Army pilot Carl Prosser expected to do while stationed in Korea. But he meets a young man named Tommy who’s touring with the USO and does just that. Their relationship deepens through an exchange of letters.

When the USO troupe returns to the front, Prosser devises an elaborate plan to see his lover one last time before the entertainers return to the states. At the last minute, though, there’s a change of plans when the enemy hits the USO troupe and Prosser fears Tommy is gone forever.

Exclusive Excerpt:

Tommy’s tent was small and sparsely furnished — a footlocker sat at the end of a narrow cot covered with the same olive sheets and thin scratchy blankets that were standard issue to the troops. A lantern hung from the pole in the middle of the tent and before he could ask, I lit it for him, the light throwing the shadows back along the walls. He closed the door and unrolled the flaps that covered the windows, giving us a little privacy. Then he came up behind me, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of my field jacket, and watched as I replaced the glass casing on the lantern. “Thank you for letting me borrow your coat.”

He stood so close I could feel his breath warm the back of my neck. The heat coursed through my body to curl in my groin and my hands trembled slightly on the lantern, causing the shadows to dance around us.

With a smile, I looked over my shoulder and into his eyes, a dark blue by the light of the lantern. “Anytime.” My deep voice sounded deeper than usual.

He leaned forward and pressed his mouth against my shoulder, his eyes watching me carefully. Through my fatigues I swore I could feel his lips, his breath. When I didn’t move away, he took a step closer and his arms came up around my waist, tentative, his eyes never leaving mine. I could tell he was testing me, making sure he was right about me, making sure I was like this and wanted him to touch me, and the first move I made would chase him away, so I held my breath and kept still. “It’s okay,” I whispered, my voice barely audible in the quiet tent. Outside a shell exploded, miles away, a distant boom like thunder, and I took his hands in mine, interlaced our fingers together.

Behind me Tommy sighed. He rested his head on my shoulder and tightened his arms around my waist, hugging me back against him. “I’ve never done this before,” he breathed. “But I like your eyes, Carl. I like the way you look at me. I just don’t want you to think that I’m like this all the time.”

Fear closed my throat. Like this … what are you talking about? Every instinct told me to pull away before he said or did something that would jeopardize my position in the Army, but I hadn’t been held in a long time and his body felt so right against mine. “Like what?” I asked, trying to find the will to let go of his hands. My fingers only held onto his tighter.

“I don’t pick up boys at every camp,” he said.

Relief flooded through me. So I was right about him. I leaned back against him and his strong arms held me close. Quietly, I admitted, “I thought you meant something else. I thought you meant –”

He laughed, dispelling the sudden tension between us. “Oh God, no.”

I looked over my shoulder again and right into his eyes, twin pools reflecting the lantern and my own image back at me. When I smiled, his hands dared to slip lower, and he cupped the buckle of my belt, his fingers brushing along the zipper of my pants. Giving me a light squeeze, he let go and stepped back. Hold me again, I wanted to tell him. Don’t let go this time. But I didn’t. “I need to get changed,” he told me as he began to unzip my field jacket.

I liked my name, PROSSER, on his chest, my insignia, my patches on his body. I liked him in my jacket, and when he unzipped it, I liked the way the light winked off his costume beneath the dark Army green. I wanted to see him in my drab olive undershirts, or wrapped up in my long-sleeved camouflage shirts, or beneath the covers of my cot. When was the last time I had felt like this? I couldn’t remember — even before the war had started, there were just a few boys back home, one or two I had been interested in, but we drifted apart when I left for basic training and I never managed to get back in touch with them again.

But none of them had his shiny eyes, or his bright smile, and none made me feel the way he did at that moment when he slipped out of my jacket and began to unbutton the vest he wore. Out of modesty, I turned away to stare into the low flame of the lantern. “I won’t look.”

“It’s okay if you do.”

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#FridayFiction – Excerpt from One on One in the Studio

I know I said Friday would be the day I post a new flash fiction piece, but the one I’m working on now is slated for the Love Is Proud charity anthology so I can’t share it just yet.

So I thought I’d share a brief scene from my latest short story, One on One in the Studio.

While the story doesn’t officially come out until next week, it’s available for pre-order on many sites and is out now on Amazon.

It’s a contemporary interracial erotic romance with a lengthy — and hot! — sex scene that’s pretty intense. This excerpt is taken from there.

Blurb:

Former teen actor Joey Angel is all grown up, and now he’s trying to make a name for himself as a singer. His pop album was a big hit with female fans, but he wants street cred, and to get it, his agent books a session at Killa Whatz Studios with DJ Key.

DJ Key, a.k.a. Key Jay, a.k.a. Kian Jordan, is only one of the biggest names in hip hop. Joey’s been a fan of Key’s forever, and is thrilled — and a little intimidated — to be asked to collaborate on a new song with the myth, the man, the legend. Things get off to a rocky start when Joey discovers he isn’t the only guest in the studio. The two other rappers aren’t pleased to find a white kid crashing their air time, either.

Key manages to smooth things over, but Joey finds it hard to concentrate on the song after such a bumpy start. When Key gets him alone for a little one on one in the studio, can he help Joey relax enough to make their collaboration a success?

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