Revved (Drag and Drift
#1)
by Chacelyn
Pierce
Gay (M/M) Erotic Romance
Publisher:
Evernight Publishing
Heat
Level: Sizzling
Word
Count: 9,800
Buy Links
Evernight Publishing: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/revved-by-chacelyn-pierce/
Blurb
Creed has been
beating himself up for the hateful way he reacted to Bronx after an intoxicated
kiss. However, it stirred something in him that should be brought to light.
Creed must visit the raceway and stake his claim on not only the winnings but
on the man he's come to desire.
Bronx has been
keeping his love a secret for three long years. The slip up kiss bears the same
resemblance to the incident that caused him to lose his old best friend in New
York. Will facing each other be a simple delivery of apologies or will they
finally admit and succumb to their desires?
Warning: This title is intended for readers over the
age of 18 as it contains explicit sex scenes and/or situations and adult
language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.
Excerpt
The slamming of the house's front door brought Creed's
head out from under his Camaro's hood. Since he'd moved into the guest house
over the garage, he was used to his aunt finding him to fix a leak or burn some
trash. However, determined steps crunched the pebbles outside and he knew
instantly it wasn't his aunt. Nope, his bitchy sixteen-year-old cousin looked
as if she was about to make her weekly round. Here we go again. He was already
shaking his head before she even walked inside the garage. Judging by the color
of the sky, it must've been close to seven pm. She had been on the same routine
for the past four Saturdays. Cassie was going to ream him for not going to the
dragway. Since Sparco's Raceway sat clear on the other side of town, his aunt
didn't trust Cassie to go alone. Since he was an adult, albeit a
semi-responsible one, Aunt Georgia said Cassie could go so long as he did.
Well, he wasn't going.
Creed hadn't been to the dragway in a month and Cassie
was fit to be tied. He heard the clap-slap of flip-flops against her feet and
when they stopped suddenly, he knew she was right behind him. He could feel her
lurking like some insane, hormonal teen.
"This is bullshit, Creed." He cringed when
he heard her gum pop. "Becky says Gunther is starting to eye Jessica in my
absence. Can we please go tonight, please?" God, the begging had been the
worst of it all.
Wiping the smut off his hands he turned and noted
she'd gotten dressed in hopes he'd go race. He was ten years her senior, so she
was more like a younger sister since he'd been raised by her mother over half
his life. He'd really stepped up to take on the man role when Uncle Herman died
six years ago. He'd even kept the auto parts shop operational but didn't know
he'd have to play the father/brother role and teach Cassie how to grow up. He
knew exactly what this boy Gunther had on his mind when he looked at her.
However, telling her any different would only cause more rebellious tendencies.
Cassie came only to his chest and her blonde hair was
twisted up in some clippie thing. She gave him the sad puppy-dog eyes and even
quivered her bottom lip in effect to win him over.
"No. I need a break from racing. It's becoming
too much."
"Yeah, uh-huh, and that's why every Saturday
night you tinker around in here as if preparing to go, yet you don't." She
looked at the empty carport beside his Camaro: it had once been occupied on
Saturdays as well. His best friend would prep his vehicle for the races right
beside him. Now, the vacant space stayed empty and cold, just as he felt.
"God, what happened between you and Bronx?"
Creed crinkled his nose. "Nothing." Which
was untrue, he'd fucked up royally and he didn't know how to set things right
or even if they could be set right. A mere apology didn't compare to the words
he'd screamed at Bronx as he watched him leave a month ago.
Cassie rolled her eyes. "Right and when I saw him
at Jimmy's Corner Store the other day he avoided me like the plague." She
chewed her bottom lip, her look pensive. "He looked really upset."
Creed tossed the dirty rag on the ground and slammed
the car hood down. Cassie flinched and backed up when he took a menacing step
closer to her. "He fucking should be. Three years… you think you know
someone and they pull some shit that changes things."
"What do you mean? What happened?"
"Forget it." Creed moved to the worktable
and tossed his tools back in the box, clanging them loud enough in hopes the
noise would drown out anymore of Cassie's probing questions. He didn't fucking
want to answer anything having to do with Bronx or why they were fighting. He
didn't want to explain his disappearance to their friends and feel like even
more of a douche. Most of all, he didn't what to face the aftermath with Bronx.
How could he apologize for how he acted and what he said? Bronx had rattled
their friendship with an unexpected kiss. However, that wasn't what freaked him
out. He'd snapped because he enjoyed it and wanted Bronx in a way he'd never
before.
About the Author
A
rocker by heart, Chacelyn Pierce is constantly ear plugged with heavy tunes
blaring to stir up the phantom personalities that swarm her mind. It’s no
surprise that she enjoys writing and reading to satiate her appetite for the
male antagonist in a story. Married to a blatant redhead and mothering a diva,
there is never a dull moment in the house. As a native Texan, she doesn't
personally own a horse but follows the unwritten southern rule of knowing how
to ride one. When she’s not testing the emotional capacity of her characters,
she works part time as a dog groomer.
For more
information about Chacelyn and her books, visit her website at http://www.chacelynpierce.com.
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