My short story Plummet has arrived! Find it here.
Blurb: Dealing, or rather not dealing, with a recent breakup, Ari Melrose, CPA, nearly takes his car over a cliff. Instead, he is rescued by Brandt Steuben, a big, burly ex-firefighter who pulls him to safety and into his arms. Near-death experiences can make normally careful, rational people grab life by the horns, or men by the biceps, and hop on for a wild ride, so Ari figures what better way to get over his problems than to work them out with his super-hot savior? But a fateful afternoon soon leads to more than physical passion, and Ari finds he might not want to let go of Brandt.
But my world had been out of control for a while now. It had been a month, and I thought I had dealt with losing Saul to that young, swishy piece of ass Thilo Becke—Thilo the baker with his sweet pastries and pert behind, all sugar and shiny new sunshine. Argh! I wanted to pound something. But not right now and not the dashboard. That would be the end of me, wouldn’t it?
Earlier I’d joined Nanette for a liquid lunch at Pander, only to bolt from the place ten minutes after Saul and Thilo strolled in. I had tried to hold out, to pretend I hadn’t noticed them, to chat about work or the weekend exhibit I wanted to see in Portland or the shoe sale I’d hit two days before.
But it was my ex and his new—what? Beau? Squeeze? Fuck? Yep, Thilo’s a fuck if I’ve ever seen one. It was those two who didn’t notice me glaring death at them from the corner. They were too into each other to see anyone else around them. Nanette had tried to distract me, talk me down, bless her heart, but that lovey-dovey behavior was too much to take. Rub my face in it, why didn’t they? Thilo was so young and blond and fun and… bendy. That’s it.
At thirty-five, I wasn’t so young anymore. We were both blond, but where he had long golden ringlets, I had close-cropped, thinning hair. I think my idea of fun and Saul’s had simply diverged at some point. And as far as bendy went, I wasn’t as flexible anymore. Not in bed nor in life. At least not from Saul’s perspective.
When Thilo began to feed Saul his lunch, I was up and out, Nanette’s concerned voice ringing in my ears. I’d jumped in my Miata and raced away, no idea where I was headed, only the word “far” repeating in my head.
Now facing my imminent death, I wondered if this was where I’d intended to end up all along.
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