Happy weekend, Snippetteers! Hope you all had a good week. Mine has been manic at work as I was off last week so this week has been all about catching up. I’m almost there, but I expect the next week to be just as busy.
Anyway… I’m snippetting from Favourite Toy again, a book I plan to rerelease later this year followed (hopefully not too long after) by its sequel, imaginatively titled Favourite Toy 2, which has about 19k written so far, so half way or thereabouts.
I will leave you with a teaser from the first book, with housemates Dean and Ryan discussing a “hooking-up” game.
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“So… do you know what day it is next week?” Ryan waggled his eyebrows at me and waited.
“There’re seven days next week, dickhead,” I mumbled around a mouthful of rubbery noodles.
“What day is it on Friday?”
“I don’t know. Did I miss your birthday?” I knew I hadn’t. Ryan’s birthday was the week after mine, in February.
“It’s the first of May, dude. First fuck of the month day. You know what that means.”
“What’s this?” Danny asked.
“It’s a stupid game we play where we go out on the first day of the month, or as near to it as possible, and pick out a guy for each other to fuck that night,” I explained.
The colour slid from Danny’s face and his eyes widened. He glanced worriedly at Ryan.
“Twat.” Ryan glared at me and tugged Danny closer. “It’s okay, babe. I won’t be taking part. You and me can go out together.” He pressed a kiss onto Danny’s lips and squeezed his arse.
“Really?” Danny looked sceptical.
“I was just joking.” I sighed. “We have done that a few times, but Ryan prefers to date.”
Ryan mouthed “thanks” at me and kissed Danny again. “So, Dean?”
“I’m not doing it if you’re out of the equation. It’s stupid and you always pick someone who’s not my type.”
“That’s the whole point. It makes things more interesting.”
“What is his type?” Danny asked.
“Kind of like him,” Ryan said. “Beefy sort of guys. Not cute and sexy like you.”
I mimed sticking my fingers down my throat and retching. “There’s nothing wrong with liking a bit of muscle.” Putting my plate down, I hooked one leg over the arm of the chair and slouched down into the cushions. “What the hell. I’ll do it one more time. I know it amuses you. After that, you can forget it. You’ve got a boyfriend now, so I’m not carrying on the tradition on my own.”