Sneak Peek Of Sinner’s Gin
I promised a sneak peek and well, guess it’s time to pony up to the bar and pour a few out. So, here’s a small cut from the first chapter. Hope it tickles your interest. Still a bit rough but close to finished.
Premise: Former musician Miki St. John is hiding from the world. Quite successfully until a cop named Kane Morgan pushes his way into Miki’s life. Oh, and there’s a small matter of a murderer leaving a dead body in Miki’s garage. But Kane will help him take care of that. As well as a few other things.
(Un)Healthy Lust…
I have an (un)healthy lust for this boy. Just sayin’
No Writing Done…
But the dog is shaved and washed. He’s quite pleased with himself…the dapper old man.
For Lou….
For you know, research or something….
YES! GOD YES!
Oh god this is funnier than it should be for me.
Why do I write M/M?
With inspiration like this out there, how could I NOT?
Dance…
See? Someone raised this boy right…
Dance freely and whole-heartedly enough that you make people jealous of your spirit.
Children…there of.
Some people ask why I don’t have children. It seems like a logical thing for people to do. Have kids. I adore kids. I get along with them well. Kids usually love me. I make them feel safe and they know they can tell me anything without being judged. I spoil them but I also demand they be decent people. I do not withold my affections because of a single mistake but neither do I excuse bad behaviour, in them or myself. I apologize to kids if I make a mistake because let’s face it, kids need to know an adult is human enough to say I’m sorry.
But there is something inside of me…something left by someone else… that makes me wary of actually raising a child of my own.
This is that something.
For some of us, childhood is something to survive. Some of us that do survive it want to celebrate those that make it a wonderful time to experience. So when you ask me, why I don’t have children, it’s because I can’t give a child the happiness it would deserve but damn it, I will certainly cheer you on as you raise yours right.
Rhys Ford 