We're hosting a second Dress Up Dress Down Friday this month to celebrate the release of Silverfall by Raven de Hart. Please welcome her as today's guest blogger.
My basic, everyday wear is jeans and a T-shirt. If I’m feeling particularly festive, I might wear a button-down blouse. That’s about as far as it goes. Sure, I have dresses and skirts and all that jazz, but who has the time? It’s not like I leave the house all that often, after all. Am I going to dress up to impress the dogs?
That’s essentially how my characters dress, too. Whatever would be normal. In the case of Leon and Tony from Silverfall, they’re two dudes who live in San Francisco. It’s basically always jeans and a T-shirt, and normally whatever they can get. Tony’s living paycheck to paycheck, and Leon’s clothing can’t be something he minds getting ripped up. Things he can move easily in at work (He’s a security guard, after all, and he lives a fairly drama-filled life aside from all that.). There’s nothing designer or all too fancy on either of them. Tony owns a suit, but he rarely breaks it out. As for Leon, he would probably consider it pretentious.
And, as a matter of pure writerly ease, you can’t deny how simple it is for them to get out of jeans and a T-shirt when the time comes for things to move to the bedroom. A three piece suit would put a major halt in the spontaneity factor, at least in my opinion, and spontaneity is definitely a buzzword for these two.
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BLURB:
The city hides a lot of secrets. Sometimes, those secrets break free.
Unicorns can’t be real. That’s what Anthony Gates always thought. At least until he saw one murder a man. Now there’s a myth stalking him through the streets of San Francisco. And right when he’s starting in on a very passionate—and promising—relationship.
Leon Phillips is a security guard with a secret. A dangerous secret. One he can’t even share with his new flame, Anthony. But when the mysterious Lionshead organization rears up, he’s left with only two choices: come clean about who he really is, or give up on Anthony forever.
Can their romance survive onslaught from all sides, or will the secrets eat away at what could have been?
EXCERPT:
I made it through and leaned against the other bar. This bartender wasn’t quite as cute as the first one, but I hardly thought I’d be headed home with either one of them. “Double bourbon, rocks.”
I reached for my wallet to give him my card, start a second tab, but a large, gruff hand wrapped over my wrist. Its partner handed a twenty to the bartender. “I’ll cover it.”
Shit on fire. Someone was actually paying for my drink. Of course, it was probably some old fart who was hoping to get lucky with someone the same age as his fucking grandson. That would be my luck. But I had to show my appreciation. Hopefully I could end the bad situation there.
“Thanks, but you really don’t have to.”
“It’s my distinct pleasure.”
He didn’t sound old. Fuck it. I dared eye contact, and I was fucking thrilled with the outcome. He was tall. Over six feet. Short black hair, clean-shaven, and well-built. Very well-built. He had these big, dark eyes. Almost black and almost too big for his face. His gaze bored into me. Even when I blinked, I could see them, clear as the clearest night sky. He had scars all over his face, neck, and arms. Subtle, but there. And, perhaps most importantly, he had to be somewhere close to my age. Or know a really good plastic surgeon.
“Hi.” I offered him my hand properly. He grabbed it, squeezed it as he shook. Strong.
“Hi. My name’s Leon.”
“Anthony.” I sipped at my drink, but suddenly, I didn’t seem to need it so much. I leaned on the bar and smiled. “So, how about that small talk?”
“Hate it. But I occasionally endure the torment.”
“On what occasions?”
He shrugged but didn’t break eye contact. “Mainly when my conversational partner is lovely enough to warrant the effort.”
“And do I qualify?”
Again, a shrug. Then a smile. It wasn’t a cute smile or a sexy smile or a pretty smile. It was too big, and his teeth were too horsey. That was all right with me. He was real and attractive, not fake and plastic like all the other guys I’d come across in California.
He took a drink of whatever was in his glass. “So the weather’s been pretty good lately.”
“It’s California. The closest thing I’ve seen to bad weather here is an earthquake.”
“Well, that’s not entirely true.” He clinked his glass against mine before continuing. “It rained that one time.”
“Must have been before I moved here.”
“Where’d you move from?”
“Montana.”
“Cow country.”
“Not exactly. Our neighbors did the whole cattle thing. My family was always more into horses.” And just like that, the unicorn trotted back into my mind. But it also trotted right back off and let me focus on Leon. “What about you?”
“I’ve pretty much been here my whole life. Moved around to different towns, but the city life always suited me best of all.” He took another drink and finished it most of the way off. “What do you do for a living?”
That was a great question. Totally made me datable material, talking about my dead-end job. “I’m on the night crew down at Michaelson’s Grocery.”
“What do you do?”
So much for my artful dodging. “I’m a stocker. Nothing special, but it pays the bills.” Needed to get off that subject quick. “What about you?”
“Security.” He said it fast. If I wasn’t feeling the liquor so hard, I might have questioned it. And if he wasn’t so damn good-looking and interested in me. For once. “I work for whoever decides to pay me that week.”
“Is it dangerous?”
He snorted. “Hardly. There’s not nearly as much activity as the TV writers would have you think.” He reached over and touched my cheek, rough skin scratching. “How do you feel about kissing strangers, Anthony?” When he pulled his bar stool closer, I didn’t back off. I thought I maybe should have, but I didn’t. I let him touch me. His skin was warm and hard, and he smelled like cut grass and wet dirt. I don’t know why. Maybe it was just my imagination. That was completely possible. But I still breathed deep. If my brain wanted me to think he smelled that perfect, I was going to take full advantage of the delusion.
He kept his hand there for a long time. Longer than I’d ever normally allow a stranger to touch me, sober or not. My heart thumped hard in my chest. Damn it, I felt good. I brushed my fingers through his hair. Soft to the touch.
And then it happened. I leaned forward, balancing my stool on two legs. Given how much liquor I’d had, that was an impressive fucking feat. I hesitated for half a breath just an inch away from him. Close enough to see his pores. Close enough to feel his gentle breath, hot and scented like whatever fruity cocktail he’d been drinking.
I leaned in that extra inch and pressed my lips to his. Not long. Hardly more than a peck. No tongue. But it still sparked inside me, lighting something animal to life in my core. I snuffed it out. Or tried…and failed. It remained there even as the heat of embarrassment took hold.
“Was that all right?”
“No complaints from me.” The big toothy smile again. “In fact, I think we should do it again.” He scooted even closer, weaving his legs between mine. He whispered the next part. “Go ahead.”
It took me a bit to believe it, to believe he really wanted to kiss again. But he didn’t pull back when I leaned closer. I parted my lips, conformed to the curve of his mouth. I dared a flash of tongue, just the slightest brush against his teeth. His tongue touched mine just as I went to pull back, and the sensation stuck there, lingering in my mouth.
I looked into the big, dark eyes. The skin crinkled around them as he laughed. “Well, I think that was okay, don’t you?”
BIO:
After years on hiatus, Raven de Hart has once again picked up her pen to write her salacious stories and tantalizing tales. And the occasional lewd limerick, if she's had enough wine. Her short work has been published in various anthologies from Cleis Press and Bold Strokes Books, among others. She is also the author of a variety of books, including Wild Ride and Silverfall. When she is not writing, she can be found tending her herb garden, playing with her Basset Hounds, and trying to figure out this new-fangled internet fad.
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