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Time to get salty
The 11k short I've been describing to friends as "jerks fall in love accidentally while boning," is available for pre-order now. It'll release in a week!
Here's a snippet:
The waiter -- Apple, really? -- growled something Harlan couldn’t make out and stomped back to Harlan’s table with his charge slip.
“Happy to see someone else having as bad a night as I am,” Harlan told him.
The waiter’s mouth twisted. “Yeah, you seem like that kinda schadenfreudistic asshole.”
Harlan smirked. “So you and cashier boy live together but he’s giving it to other guys?”
“We don’t live together, we share a studio to save money, and we don’t usually work the same shift. Not that you care.”
Harlan steepled his fingers. “I could care enough to offer you a different bed.”
“One with you in it, I suppose,” the waiter sneered.
“That’s the bed I’ve got,” Harlan agreed.
The young man leaned on the table and glared at Harlan for a minute.
Harlan felt his pulse pick up.
“Fine,” the waiter spat. “But you'd better try harder at sex than you do at manners.”
Harlan felt his face stretch in the first genuine grin in a long time. “You don’t have to worry about my customer service,” he promised.
https://www.jms-books.com/mere-rain-c...
Here's a snippet:
The waiter -- Apple, really? -- growled something Harlan couldn’t make out and stomped back to Harlan’s table with his charge slip.
“Happy to see someone else having as bad a night as I am,” Harlan told him.
The waiter’s mouth twisted. “Yeah, you seem like that kinda schadenfreudistic asshole.”
Harlan smirked. “So you and cashier boy live together but he’s giving it to other guys?”
“We don’t live together, we share a studio to save money, and we don’t usually work the same shift. Not that you care.”
Harlan steepled his fingers. “I could care enough to offer you a different bed.”
“One with you in it, I suppose,” the waiter sneered.
“That’s the bed I’ve got,” Harlan agreed.
The young man leaned on the table and glared at Harlan for a minute.
Harlan felt his pulse pick up.
“Fine,” the waiter spat. “But you'd better try harder at sex than you do at manners.”
Harlan felt his face stretch in the first genuine grin in a long time. “You don’t have to worry about my customer service,” he promised.
https://www.jms-books.com/mere-rain-c...
