Hello and welcome back to the Turning His Life Around blog tour! I am doing something a little different with this tour and, I’ve put together a running short story. This story happens a couple of years before Turning takes place, when Ian is learning he’s in love with Kane but hasn’t quite accepted what all that means for him yet, since Kane doesn’t return that love.
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Jake leaned forward, pulled it open and Ian smiled up at him. “Thank you,” he said, but the sound was drowned out by the music. Apparently, Jake was focused enough on Ian’s lips to read them because he replied, anyway.
“Any time.” Jake smiled. Ian raised his hand and waved and despite the loud music, he was fairly certain he heard a growl next to him. He shot Kane a puzzled look, but when his friend didn’t say or do anything, he shook his head and headed into the club.
The green neon theme picked up on the inside. Ian paused just past the coat check to look around. Along the left wall, a bar stretched most of the length of the room, green neon running along the top edge and floor. Clovers decorated the wall behind the bar and the mirror reflected the dance floor and, on the far side of the club, another bar identical to the first.
Raised up in the center was the DJ booth. The DJ himself couldn’t be seen behind the smoked glass but there was obviously a live person because every so often a bright pink mohawk or a hand appeared over the top of the glass.
Large, round platforms that made up the majority of the dance floor stretched out from the DJ booth in all four directions. Each leaf of the clover had a short set of stairs that hugged the round end, leading to the bottom floor which provided more room for dancing. A catwalk curved out from the booth and widened gradually until it ended in stairs deep enough to dance on that also led to the bottom dance floor. Smoke leaked from machines, and lights above the floor flashed and moved with the music, painting the sea of bodies in bright colors while they moved and swayed almost as one.
Several fit, young and half-dressed men occupied a series of poles along the catwalk. Ian couldn’t have kept himself from watching for the life of him. He elbowed Kane then pointed and his friend cleared his throat. Ian glanced over his shoulder to see the slanted eyes fixed on one of them and Ian turned back to see which one. The guy was barely legal, had pierced nipples, long brown hair that covered one eye and the kind of lips that looked made to be wrapped around a cock. He turned toward them and Ian watched as the boy winked the one visible deep brown eye their direction before spinning back around the pole to grind against it. He wrapped a leg around it, then leaned back, curling almost completely backwards and grinning at them before he stood back up and went back to dancing with the pole.
He was seriously going to need to adjust himself. Again, he leaned in to Kane’s ear. “Want a drink?”
Kane shook his head. “Not yet,” he said in Ian’s ear. “Let’s dance.”
Ian nodded and he and Kane made their way toward the nearest leaf and up the steps. They wedged themselves into a corner close to the booth and Ian managed to straighten his cock out before he started dancing to the music. Kane settled against him and they found their rhythm quickly, matching moves. Just like everywhere else, like they were at the dojo, like they did when they’d done a job, they had a way about them that just worked when they were together like this.
Of course, there was a downside to that too. Ian found himself getting horny pretty damned quickly. He didn’t bother to keep track of time, but he knew they couldn’t have been out there long. That always happened, though, when he was up against Kane’s body, even before he’d realized he was in love with the man. He would have thought that after a week of them sleeping together and having sex as often as they did that time, he wouldn’t get so worked up so quickly.
But then again, Kane was reacting too, so it wasn’t just him. He needed a break, though and leaned in to Kane’s ear. “I’m going to get a drink. I’ll be back a little later. Heading to that bar,” he said, pointing. Kane nodded and Ian worked his way off the platform.
It took him three tries to get the bartender to understand he just wanted water, but finally, it got through. He turned and surreptitiously adjusted himself—again—grateful for the chance to calm down a little. He watched the dancers and the lights for a few moments while he drank the rest of his water and was just about to go back when he heard a voice in his ear. “Can I get you a drink?” Jake asked.
Ian smiled up at him. “Thank you, I just finished this.” He held up his water.
Jake returned the smile and nodded. “Would you dance with me, then?” he asked instead.
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Remember, be sure to follow the whole tour to get the full story and a chance to win a $25 gift certificate at Dreamspinner Press.
One person who comments here will win an ebook of any of my backlist titles (any published prior to Turning). What is your favorite song to dance to (whether it be in public or not. 😉 )?
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When Kane Harris’s world turns upside down, his lifelong best friend is the only one to catch him.
Years ago, Ian Kelly accepted Kane would never return his love, since he knows Kane believes he’s incapable of it. Ian is willing to settle for what he can get—a best friend, sometimes casual lover, and occasional submissive. He’s learned he can’t live without Kane, but he can’t let Kane know. Because when, not if, Kane confirms that Ian’s love will never be returned, Ian won’t be able to take it. But when Kane loses his job and asks Ian to step up their play to help him deal, Ian’s ability to hide his feelings falters. Then Kane starts his own computer security firm and asks Ian to join him, and Ian struggles further.
It’s not until they visit the exclusive BDSM club the Iron Door that things come to a head. Kane screws up big time, and he’s afraid he can’t fix it. He’s sure he’ll lose his best friend, his Dom, his everything… forever.
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Grace Duncan grew up with a wild imagination. She told stories from an early age – many of which got her into trouble. Eventually, she learned to channel that imagination into less troublesome areas, including fanfiction, which is what has led her to writing male/male erotica.
A gypsy in her own right, Grace has lived all over the United States. She has currently set up camp in East Texas with her husband and children – both the human and furry kind.
As one of those rare creatures who loves research, Grace can get lost for hours on the internet, reading up on any number of strange and different topics. She can also be found writing fanfiction, reading fantasy, crime, suspense, romance and other erotica or even dabbling in art.
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