Tequila Mockingbird Blog Tour with Hair of the Dog Vignette Part 7
Hey! I am Rhys Ford and I’ll be taking over this blog today … sort of. There’s really no cool way of introducing yourself on someone else’s blog and honestly, if you’re following this series of shorts, you’re going to be sick of reading this. So… feel free to jump down to the meaty bits of the short if you like. Go on. I won’t mind.
Now, if you’ve been following the Sinners Series, I am happy to say the third book is either on the brink of coming out or out by the time this post hits. It is called Tequila Mockingbird and features Connor Morgan as he discovers he’s in love with a drummer—a guy drummer. Murder, mayhem, sexing, etc. All of those follow. You know the drill. But wooot! I am very happy to announce Connor’s story.
To celebrate, I’ve written a short serialized string of vignettes titled Hair of the Dog. Please enjoy the story as it goes along. The order of the posts is included at the bottom of the short. Hope you enjoy it.
And thank you. Really. Dudes, you all rock and thank you so much
Hair of the Dog • Part Seven
“What time is it?” Kane fumbled to reach his phone. It was going off—an alarm of some kind. Musical but soft. “Fucking Connor probably changed my ringer again. What the hell is that?”
The bed smelled—familiar. Good familiar but the sheets were cold. So were his toes. And his shoulders. His ass wasn’t much warmer and there was a significant breeze hitting said ass and other bared parts of his body. One appendage he was quite fond of complained mightily of the chilly San Francisco air hitting it and it curled up in on itself, refusing to bare the cold evening outside of the warm hollow between his thighs.
“Yer a coward, ye are,” Kane informed his dick as he grabbed a pair of sweat pants from a nearby chair. Thankfully, they were his and not Miki’s, snugging up against his relieved cock. “Happy now? Shit, why the hell is it so cold in here? And—fuck, wind?”
He swallowed the panic choking his throat. Blinking, Kane snapped his mind around to where they’d spent the night. Miki’d been driven out of the warehouse like a sheep being led to the slaughter and Kane’s own mother was the border collie nipping at his heels until he went through the gate.
“God, he’s going to kill me if she doesn’t let him go,” Kane threw his eyes up to the heavens to beseech any listening guardian angel without anything to do. “If yer listening, God, please let me mother understand he’s not one to be cuddled. I don’t want to pulling him off the ceiling whenever she comes near him because that’s surely what I’ll be doing if she doesn’t stop.”
“You talk like your dad when you’re sleepy.” The music stopped as Miki’s voice rasped out of a shadowy corner of the room. “More…Irish. Like you’re selling me soap or cereal.”
“Hey, there ye are.” He rubbed at his eyes, waiting for them to adjust to the soft ambient light coming from the street. The loft-style apartment his father’d built behind the garage was a good enough size to hold the odd piece of furniture and definitely large enough for shadows to cluster in its corners. Miki’d found one of those darker spots and peered out from its safety, cradling a now silent acoustic guitar. “Door open for a reason? Yer cold?”
“Nah, dog had to piss. Then he came in but I lost track of time. Fuck, it’s freezing in here.” Miki set the guitar down gently against the wall. Its strings hummed when his fingers slide over them one final time, a faint goodbye until they were reunited. He limped as he made his way back to the bed, his knee stiff and unresponsive. Kane caught him before he stumbled over his own feet and Miki blistered the air with a hot curse. “Damn it.”
“Why don’t you get back into bed?” Kane kissed the top of Miki’s head. “I’ll close the door.”
“And hell, now you’re really awake.” Miki practically launched himself at the mattress, burrowing down into the cooled off sheets. “Hell, these are cold too. What’s the use of a boyfriend if he doesn’t keep the sheets warm?”
“Is that what I am then? A boyfriend?” He said it teasingly but as Kane closed the door, he found himself waiting for Miki’s answer. The anticipation was sharp, a razor poised over his heart, waiting to plunge into him.
“Yeah? Shit, I don’t know. What do guys call each other?” With the door closed, Kane turned to watch Miki tugging and fighting with the bed linens. There was no momentous moment dangling in front of them for the singer. No, he was more concerned with staving off the cold than breaking Kane’s heart. “Didn’t we talk about this already?”
“Not really, no. Some. A bit,” Kane admitted softly as he approached the bed. “But not in so many words.”
“So that’s a no-yes-maybe?” Miki yawned and yelped when Dude jumped up onto the bed. “Dog, watch the nose. That fucking thing is colder than… hell, whatever cold thing I can’t think of right now. And yeah, pretty sure we’d said something or—hell. Look, K, you and I both know I suck at this. Can’t we just cut through all the bullshit emo-feelings thing and just call it so I can go back to sleep? Do I use boyfriend or not?”
“Yeah,” Kane replied, getting onto his hands and knees to crawl over Miki’s slender body. “Boyfriend it is then, Mick. But let’s not go back to sleep just yet. From the way you shiver under me, feels like you could use some more warming up. Here, let your boyfriend be helping you with that.”
Sinners Series: Book Three
Lieutenant Connor Morgan of SFPD’s SWAT division wasn’t looking for love. Especially not in a man. His life plan didn’t include one Forest Ackerman, a brown-eyed, blond drummer who’s as sexy as he is trouble. His family depends on him to be like his father, a solid pillar of strength who’ll one day lead the Morgan clan.
No, Connor has everything worked out—a career in law enforcement, a nice house, and a family. Instead, he finds a murdered man while on a drug raid and loses his heart comforting the man’s adopted son. It wasn’t like he’d never thought about men — it’s just loving one doesn’t fit into his plans.
Forest Ackerman certainly doesn’t need to be lusting after a straight cop, even if Connor Morgan is everywhere he looks, especially after Frank’s death. He’s just talked himself out of lusting for the brawny cop when his coffee shop becomes a war zone and Connor Morgan steps in to save him.
Whoever killed his father seems intent on Forest joining him in the afterlife. As the killer moves closer to achieving his goal, Forest tangles with Connor Morgan and is left wondering what he’ll lose first—his life or his heart.
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Follow all of Hair of the Dog Story at these blog spots
Part 1: Rainbow Gold Reviews
Part 2: Live your Life, Buy The Book
Part 3: The Novel Approach
Part 4: The Blogger Girls
Part 5: Joyfully Jay
Part 6: 3 Chicks After Dark
Part 7: Gay List Book Reviews
Part 8: Boy meets Boy
Part 9: Prism Alliance
Part 10: Under The Covers
Part 11: LoveBytes Reviews
Additional Posts and Giveaways
Rhys Ford was born and raised in Hawai’i then wandered off to see the world. After chewing through a pile of books, a lot of odd food, and a stray boyfriend or two, Rhys eventually landed in San Diego, which is a very nice place but seriously needs more rain.
Rhys admits to sharing the house with three cats of varying degrees of black fur and a ginger cairn terrorist. Rhys is also enslaved to the upkeep a 1979 Pontiac Firebird, a Toshiba laptop, and an overworked red coffee maker.
Posted on June 28, 2014, in Guest Blog Posts and tagged A List, Awesome, Blog Tour, Contemporary, DSP, Established Couple, Family, Funnt, Guest Post, Hair of the Dog, Love, Making Your Own Family, Series, Sexy, Sweet, Vignettes. Bookmark the permalink. 14 Comments.