Title: Friction
Series: The Gravity Series
Author: Kindle Alexander
Genre: MM Romance
Release Date: September 14, 2024
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(The Gravity Series is an unforgettable whirlwind romance chronicling the love of two men over three decades. Friction heats up the scene with passionate alpha males who navigate the often-rocky road to love. Love’s rarely easy, but when it’s true, it’s a battle worth fighting for.)
Joy pulled in next to the other cars haphazardly parked with no discernible organizational patterns. It was like a crazy free-for-all out here. What happened if someone parked up front had to leave early? Did every vehicle have to move?
“I feel like this is a really bad idea,” I added, mentally retracing my steps on how I got wrangled into this in the first place. A locals party? I wasn’t “local.” Neither was Joy. More importantly, nobody here liked us.
Joy pushed the gear shift into park completely unbothered by my concern. Her newish Mercedes C-Class also didn’t fit here. She cut the engine and physically turned the headlights off, not waiting for the automatic dim.
We stared quietly at the large party happening maybe fifty feet away. I was living a scene from every teenage movie ever aired. Who had any idea these gatherings were real and actually took place?
The girls sat to the side in short skirts and halter tops. I couldn’t tell from this angle, but I bet there were lots of flip-flops on their feet. Didn’t they know the dangers of wearing flimsy sandals out in the middle of nowhere like this?
“Stop fretting,” Joy finally said, releasing an unsteady sigh as she dropped the visor. The small mirror lights flashed bright as she checked her lipstick. “It’s fine. We’re invited.”
“I don’t believe a casual afterthought from a local guy, inviting you to the party, was an actual invite. These people hate us,” I reasoned, digging into my unwillingness to leave the car.
“Stop, Dasham. Granddaddy’s handling all that. I promise you, these people don’t care. They want to hang out, drink beer, smoke, and hook up. They live by the code of the teenage handbook. We need to get you a copy so you can learn to have a little bit of fun,” she said flippantly and reached for the key which I ninja’d out of her hand.
Since I doubted the handbook existed, making the code nonexistent, I decided to keep the key with me, then all I had to do was outrun Joy to the car.
She’d deserve to be left behind for agreeing to come here in the first place.
As if Joy read my thoughts, she laughed at me and pushed the button to open the trunk. She bounded from her seat as if she didn’t have a care in the world.
Country music blared from the various trucks. I left the car at a much slower pace than Joy. Once I got to my feet, I took everything in from my new angle.
At least the music had a decent beat.
Still cowboys and gay city dwellers didn’t usually mesh well together before factoring in the local animosity toward my family and the resort. I scrubbed my hands down my face as the anxiety of the moment got the best of me.
I wasn’t overt. My sexuality didn’t define me. I came out to my father when I was twelve years old. He explained that certain people would rather do me harm than allow me to be myself…
“Let’s go, Dasham. Or stay in the car. I’m going to the party,” Joy said with a six-pack of Heineken in hand. Who knew where she got those from.
Joy walked away, leaving me alone in the middle of nowhere, all the darkness turning eerie fast. “Wait. I’ll go...”
Read more about Dash in Friction, available 9/17/24. Amazon & Kindle Unlimited for a limited time!
Joy pulled in next to the other cars haphazardly parked with no discernible organizational patterns. It was like a crazy free-for-all out here. What happened if someone parked up front had to leave early? Did every vehicle have to move?
“I feel like this is a really bad idea,” I added, mentally retracing my steps on how I got wrangled into this in the first place. A locals party? I wasn’t “local.” Neither was Joy. More importantly, nobody here liked us.
Joy pushed the gear shift into park completely unbothered by my concern. Her newish Mercedes C-Class also didn’t fit here. She cut the engine and physically turned the headlights off, not waiting for the automatic dim.
We stared quietly at the large party happening maybe fifty feet away. I was living a scene from every teenage movie ever aired. Who had any idea these gatherings were real and actually took place?
The girls sat to the side in short skirts and halter tops. I couldn’t tell from this angle, but I bet there were lots of flip-flops on their feet. Didn’t they know the dangers of wearing flimsy sandals out in the middle of nowhere like this?
“Stop fretting,” Joy finally said, releasing an unsteady sigh as she dropped the visor. The small mirror lights flashed bright as she checked her lipstick. “It’s fine. We’re invited.”
“I don’t believe a casual afterthought from a local guy, inviting you to the party, was an actual invite. These people hate us,” I reasoned, digging into my unwillingness to leave the car.
“Stop, Dasham. Granddaddy’s handling all that. I promise you, these people don’t care. They want to hang out, drink beer, smoke, and hook up. They live by the code of the teenage handbook. We need to get you a copy so you can learn to have a little bit of fun,” she said flippantly and reached for the key which I ninja’d out of her hand.
Since I doubted the handbook existed, making the code nonexistent, I decided to keep the key with me, then all I had to do was outrun Joy to the car.
She’d deserve to be left behind for agreeing to come here in the first place.
As if Joy read my thoughts, she laughed at me and pushed the button to open the trunk. She bounded from her seat as if she didn’t have a care in the world.
Country music blared from the various trucks. I left the car at a much slower pace than Joy. Once I got to my feet, I took everything in from my new angle.
At least the music had a decent beat.
Still cowboys and gay city dwellers didn’t usually mesh well together before factoring in the local animosity toward my family and the resort. I scrubbed my hands down my face as the anxiety of the moment got the best of me.
I wasn’t overt. My sexuality didn’t define me. I came out to my father when I was twelve years old. He explained that certain people would rather do me harm than allow me to be myself…
“Let’s go, Dasham. Or stay in the car. I’m going to the party,” Joy said with a six-pack of Heineken in hand. Who knew where she got those from.
Joy walked away, leaving me alone in the middle of nowhere, all the darkness turning eerie fast. “Wait. I’ll go...”
Read more about Dash in Friction, available 9/17/24. Amazon & Kindle Unlimited for a limited time!
Best Selling Author Kindle Alexander is an innovative writer, and a genre-crosser who writes classic fantasy, romance, suspense, and erotica in both the male/male and male/female genres. It's always a surprise to see what's coming next!
I live in the suburbs of Dallas where it's true, the only thing bigger than an over active imagination, may be women's hair!
Usually, I try for funny. Humor is a major part of my life - I love to laugh, and it seems to be the thing I do in most situations - regardless of the situation, but jokes are a tricky deal... I don't want to offend anyone and jokes tend to offend. So instead I'm going to tell you about Kindle
I tragically lost my sixteen year old daughter to a drunk driver. She had just been at home, it was early in the night and I heard the accident happen. I'll never forget that moment. The sirens were immediate and something inside me just knew. I left my house, drove straight to the accident on nothing more than instinct. I got to be there when my little girl died - weirdly, I consider that a true gift from above. She didn't have to be alone.
That time in my life was terrible. It's everything you think it would be times about a billion. I love that kid. I loved being her mother and I loved watching her grow into this incredibly beautiful person, both inside and out. She was such a gift to me. To have it all ripped away so suddenly broke me.
Her name was Kindle. Honest to goodness - it was her name and she died a few weeks before Amazon released their brand new Kindle ereader. She had no idea it was coming out and she would have finally gotten her name on something! Try finding a ruler with the name Kindle on it.. It never happened.
Through the course of that crippling event I was lucky enough to begin to write with a dear friend in the fan fiction world of Facebook. She got me through those dark days with her unwavering support and friendship. There wasn't a time she wasn't there for me. Sometimes together and sometimes by myself, we built a world where Kindle lives and stands for peace, love and harmony. It's its own kind of support group. I know without question I wouldn't be here today without her.
Find out more by visiting www.kindlealexander.com or email me at kindle@kindlealexander.com
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