The Dressing Room – Excerpt & Giveaway

The Winner of last weeks giveaway – Winter Warming – was: Rhonda!
This story started because of the many days I’ve spent over the past few years shopping with my partner. He’s my partner, so he’s not gay, but he is the biggest clotheshorse you can imagine. I’m a shopper, ask anyone, but ask anyone who knows both of us and they’ll tell you that he’s even worse than I am. I thought about men who hate to shop, my gay friends who refuse to shop, my female friends who can shop for hours and hours and those who think shopping is a bigger chore than washing the kitchen floor.
 
And then I thought about what might happen in a dressing room – and here it is. I love these two men, they’re smart, they’re interesting, and thanks to David’s best friend Celia, they’re also going to be a terrific couple
 
The Dressing Room

“No. We’re not going to Target. We’re going to Harry Martin’s.”  Celia’s voice grated in David’s ears, but he knew she was right. His usual jeans and T-shirt wouldn’t work for this wedding. He needed tolook his very best.

David wasn’t vain, in fact, just the opposite. He never cared what he looked like, what he wore. All that mattered was that whatever he put on his body was clean and comfortable.

Today he wore a T-shirt his mom had brought him back from Niagara Falls almost ten years ago and one of his several—okay, many—pairs of Levi’s. And this pair wasn’t even faded yet. His hair, as always, needed a cut, and he was about three days away from a razor.

But enough people—both men and women—had come onto to him over the years that he knew, with Celia’s help and a pile of money, he could look even better. He could look irresistible. And that was important.

The three of them, Celia, David and Terry, had grown up together. And both Celia and David had lived through the pangs and pain of unrequited love.

It wasn’t that Terry had been cruel. Rather, he’d been oblivious. David understood why Terry hadn’t seen him. Terry was a well-known pussy hound.

But Celia? Even in high school she’d been drop-dead gorgeous and built like a goddess. She’d trailed boys like a bitch in heat trailed dogs.

Terry had never seen either of them as anything other than friends. And he’d been a good friend. He stood by David when he finally came out in senior year, helping deflect the scorn and anger and fear of the boys who’d once been friends.

Terry—the school leader, both on the field and off—didn’t hesitate a moment before taking up fists or words on David’s behalf. He was deeply loyal and completely confident in his sexuality. And why not? He could, and did, sleep his way through all the hot girls in school and without making any enemies.

Terry’s support at a time when David’s only other fan at school had been Celia made David want him  even more, even though he knew better. David knew, to his deep and continuing embarrassment, that Terry knew of his longing and chose—rather than dumping him as a friend—to believe nothing had changed between them.

They’d gotten over any awkwardness years ago. They played soccer, baseball, and the occasional game of tennis together. They had a regular Monday night pub date, and David knew Terry’s marriage wouldn’t change any of that.

David had plenty of friends, but Terry was, except for Celia, his closest. And David was Terry’s closest friend. Thus the unrefusable wedding invitation. And the co-ed bridal shower. And the stag and stagette. The glow of love—and lust—that shone around Terry like a halo at these events was almost unbearable.

But David had to go. As did Celia. If they didn’t go, someone—not Terry, of course—would notice, and their nasty little secret love would be revealed. So they’d gone to every shower, every rehearsal, every party, and there’d been dozens of them.

They’d consoled each other in the cabs they’d taken to the events, and commiserated, a little worse for wear from the tequila shooters which were de rigeur at any party Terry attended, in the cabs on the way home.

If you’re interested in reading the rest of The Dressing Room, you can find it at

Cobblestone Press

All Romance Books

Fictionwise

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One Response to The Dressing Room – Excerpt & Giveaway

  1. Susan W. says:

    I have to be in the mood to shop or nothing I find is going to work and it ends up being a totally wasted day. I would love to read how there shopping trip ends. Thanks for the giveaway!
    suz2(at)cox(dot)net

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