Happy weekend, everyone. A lot of us have a three-day weekend so I hope you’re all enjoying it. Today we have scorching weather and I hiked 10 miles, finishing up with red face and arms, but it was good. I’ll be out clocking up more miles tomorrow.
Now to my snippet. Don’t forget to check out the other snippets in the Rainbow Snippets Group on Facebook, where authors post links to teasers from LGBTQIA published works, WIPs, or recs.
I have more from my 2016 novel with DSP – Cervena.
When Joel Jones finds homeless Russian, Sasha, outside his gay nightclub in Prague, he cannot find it in his heart to turn him away, so he offers him a home and a job as a dancer and stripper.
Despite a fifteen-year age gap, romance develops between them, but is interrupted when Joel has to return to England for many weeks to deal with a death in the family.
Upon Joel’s return, he is horrified to discover his business partner, Karel, has gambled away the club’s money and put them all at risk. Joel buys him out of the club, but when Karel continues to gamble, the people he owes pursue Joel for the debt instead—and they’ll stop at nothing to get paid.
Suddenly Joel and those he cares about—especially Sasha—are in danger, and Joel finds himself with no choice but to seek the help of known criminal, Vincenc Jankovic. Ensuring a happy future for himself and Sasha will mean a struggle and some difficult decisions, but Joel is determined to protect what they’ve built together.
Last week Joel asked Sasha if he wanted to try out as a dancer for the club, and was careful to explain to Sasha what he’d be letting himself in for. Now Joel watches Sasha’s impromptu “audition” on the main dance floor.
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The music changed to a sensual tune with a heavy bass, making my chest vibrate. I tried to pay attention and watch with a critical eye as Sasha began to move. At first he merely shuffled from side to side, looking as awkward as Andĕl had that first time. Then he tilted his head back, half closed his eyes, and seemed to lose himself in the music. He lifted his arms above his head and moved his body in time with the beat, swaying and gyrating, virtually writhing on the dance floor. My cock swelled as I watched, and I resisted the urge to adjust myself.
A random dancer moved in behind Sasha and placed his hands on the boy’s hips. The blond man rubbed his groin against Sasha’s ass and slid one hand around to his stomach. Sasha stiffened and I edged forward, ready to step in. The other boys were quite capable of pushing away groping hands, but perhaps Sasha would think this was expected of him.