Thanks for letting
me visit! I’m really excited to guest on your site today. I’m pumped about the
release of Crossfire as part of the Men in Uniform anthology from Torquere
Press. I had decided to make 2014 my year to write a few short stories. I was
excited when I found the Torquere Press call for Men in Uniform. I mean, check
out the cover, hot! A story for the Men in Uniform anthology looked like the
perfect place to begin. I loved the subject and Rick and Gabriel developed into
characters that I really enjoyed learning more about.
This story has
murder, kidnapping and a missing person all wrapped into one neat bundle. I
hope everyone enjoys the tale.
~ Jon ~
blurb
Rick
Anthis, a forty-five year old veteran of the Colorado State Police, and his
husband, Gabriel Thorkelson, a deputy sheriff in a nearby county, enjoy the
peace of their suburban Boulder home. Until three gunshots rip through the
tranquil neighborhood and Rick witnesses the kidnapping of his buddy, eight
year old Jacob.
The
clues are sparse until Gabe reminds Rick of something Jacob had said. Rick has
a starting point. He and his CSI team locate the remote hideout, only to find
the the kidnappers are gone, and Gabe is missing too.
Excerpt
from Crossfire.
Rick
dried the last dish and handed it to Gabriel to put away. Gabriel settled the
last plate into the white cabinets. He loved their house and the quiet, older
neighborhood it was in. He hoped Mark and Rachel could work out their issues,
keeping Jacob in the forefront.
Rick
put his hand around Gabriel's slender waist. He's as sexy as he was in
college. Damn just being next to him makes me randy. Releasing Gabriel,
Rick folded the dishtowel carefully and laid it beside the sink.
"Supper
was great. You're a damn fine cook."
Gabriel
snickered and spun to pop Rick with a wet towel. "It should taste good.
Your mother gave me herbs from her garden the last time we visited."
"Mom's
just trying to fatten me up. I'm kind of skinny for a forty-three year old
Greek man."
The
towel snapped against Rick's butt again and he grabbed at it. Gabriel danced
away, his face lit with delight. "Where does that leave me?"
Rick
swept Gabriel up and kissed him. "It leaves you in my arms, just where you
should be."
Rick
paused as he remembered the note in his pocket. Leaving his hand on the small
of Gabriel's back he reached in his shirt pocket and fished out a small piece
of yellow paper. He gripped it between two fingers and dangled the sheet in
front of Gabriel.
"Speaking
of, I found another note in my lunch."
Gabriel
studied the symbols on the page as if he'd never seen them. "Huh, what do
you think that means?"
Rick
smiled. "I know what it's meant the last dozen times I found one in my
lunch."
"Really?
And what was that?"
"It
meant I was going to be exhausted the whole next day."
"You
don't say. Let me see that." Gabriel took the paper from Rick's hand and
appeared to study the content. "Looks like Native American symbols. Hmm,
maybe 'bear' and 'hunt'." He smiled at Rick with a glimmer in his eyes.
"Are we going on a bear hunt this fall?" Gabriel reached up and
tugged on the short hair coming from the top of Rick's T-shirt. The slight
touch shifted his libido into high gear.
He
nuzzled his face against Gabriel's throat and sighed at the spicy fragrance
that curled through his nostrils. Rick slid his hand under Gabriel's shirt; the
rub of his chest hair on Rick's palm ignited his desire. "What's the sign
for otter? Because I think I need to hunt one of those little furry
things." I still can't believe Mom gave Gabe my Eagle Scout pictogram
project.
eBook
Link:
Bio:
Jon Keys’ earliest memories revolve
around books; with the first ones he can recall reading himself being “The
Warlord of Mars” and anything with Tarzan. (The local library wasn’t
particularly up to date.) But as puberty set in he started sneaking his
mother’s romance magazines and added the world of romance and erotica to his
mix of science fiction, fantasy, and comic books.
A voracious reader for almost half a
century, Jon has only recently begun creating his own flights of fiction for
the entertainment of others. Born in the Southwest and now living in the
Midwest, Jon has worked as a ranch hand, teacher, computer tech, roughneck,
designer, retail clerk, welder, artist, and, yes, pool boy; with interests
ranging from kayaking and hunting to painting and cooking, he draws from a wide
range of life experiences to create written works that draw the reader in and
wrap them in a good story.
You
can find me at:
E-mail: jon.keys@ymail.com
Twitter: @Jon4Keys
Hmmm, sounds good to me. I'll be looking for it.
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