Can KCPD detectives keep the latest designer drug off the streets and out of the hands of teenagers?
There’s a new drug of choice in town, and the detectives of the KCPD Vice Department are working fast to keep it away from unsuspecting students looking for a cheap high. Detective Wynn Fahey’s son, Connor, is thirteen going on thirty. His recent announcement that he’s gay causes concern for his mother and her new husband, and the parents of the boy he’s been caught in a compromising position with.
Wynn struggles to help his son adjust, not having gone through the same issues since he didn’t come out until he was divorced with a child. When the new five dollar Insanity drug invades Con’s school, the boy is forced to grow up faster than his parents would have liked. Will the love and support of handsome English teacher Reilly O’Keefe be enough to sustain Wynn and Connor, or are they in too deep to scrabble their way out of danger?
About the Author
Jenna Byrnes could use more cabinet space and more hours in a day. She'd fill the kitchen with gadgets her husband purchases off TV and let him cook for her to his heart's content. She'd breeze through the days adding hours of sleep, and more time for writing the hot, erotic romance she loves to read.
Jenna thinks everyone deserves a happy ending, and loves to provide as many of those as possible to her gay, lesbian and hetero characters. Her favourite quote, from a pro-gay billboard, is "Be careful who you hate. It may be someone you love."
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Copyright © Jenna Byrnes 2015. All Rights Reserved, Totally Entwined Group Limited, T/A Pride Publishing.
“It’s your fault I’m gay, you know. That’s what Mom says, anyway.”
Wynn Fahey rubbed the three-day beard growth on his chin and considered his son’s comment. Several replies came to mind but he’d promised his ex-wife never to knock her in front of the kid. She’d obviously forgotten their agreement. “Yeah, well, I’m sure that’s Derrick talking. He’s got a low threshold comfort level for people who are different than him.”
He’s a homophobic asshole. Wynn’s opinions about Sydney’s second husband were also best kept to himself. Since Connor had come out as gay, both Syd and Derrick had struggled with the news. Wynn found their discomfort a bit funny and definitely ironic.
He pulled to a stop in front of St. Sebastian’s Academy and turned to Connor. “One more month then you’ll officially be a high schooler.”
His boy grinned, exposing a mouthful of metal braces. “Oh geez, I know it! We’re counting the days.”
Wynn saw the excitement on his son’s face and remembered how he used to feel at this time of year. “It’s easy to get sidetracked when the weather turns nice and you want to be anywhere but inside a school building. Just stay focused and finish strong.”
“I will, Dad. But you always said a little fun never hurt anyone. Which reminds me, Ben Baxter’s having a party Saturday night and Mom’s giving me crap about going. I told her his parents will be there and he’s invited about fifteen people, all from our class. Will you talk to her?” He made a pleading face that reminded Wynn of Connor’s expression when he was younger, and the begging was for an extra hour of video game time.
Times have changed. Ever since Connor and Ben had been caught in a compromising position in Ben’s bedroom, none of the parents had been inclined to let them hang out together. When the Baxters had relayed the story to Syd they’d felt sure that nothing had happened…yet. But they were duly shaken up about it, as were Syd and Derrick. Wynn didn’t know what the hell to think.
He glanced at his son. “You and your buddy sorta burned that bridge for yourselves, kid. You really can’t blame your mom.”
Connor rolled his eyes. “Dad, I’m thirteen!”
Wynn reached into the back seat for Connor’s backpack and handed it to him. “My point exactly. You’re thirteen. I understand you’re discovering your sexuality, and you’re curious. But thirteen is too young to be having sex of any kind, gay or straight.”
Another eye roll. “Now you sound like Derrick, only you didn’t yell and let spit fly from your mouth.”
“And on that happy note, go to school. Try to behave yourself.”
Connor opened the door and slid out. “Talk to Mom?” He did the pleading thing with his eyes one more time.
“I’ll think about it.”
The boy smiled. “Thanks, Dad! Bye.” He slammed the door and weaved his way through the crowd of students filing into the brick building.
Wynn watched him go and sighed. Thirteen. Where had the time gone? Connor had been two when he and Syd had divorced. It’d been her idea, and little had Wynn known at the time she’d already met Derrick and fallen for him. When he’d found out he’d been shocked, but not truly devastated.
Syd had been his high school sweetheart, his one and only girlfriend. They’d been hot and heavy for three years because that’s what teenage boys were expected to do, and it had been the easiest thing. When she’d gotten pregnant just before graduation there’d been a couple of awkward months deciding their future. In the end their parents had figured it out for them, and they’d been married shortly thereafter.
Wynn had known then that he wasn’t truly the man of Syd’s dreams, but he’d figured he could fake it. They’d been happy enough for a couple of years.
A car behind him honked and he was startled back to reality. He checked his mirror before pulling out and headed to the office. It was a short ten minute drive, just the way he liked it. Ten minutes from home to work. Ten minutes from either place to his boy’s school. He knew it was slightly obsessive, and he knew it wouldn’t stay that way as Connor grew older. But in a post-nine-eleven world, where school shootings were becoming commonplace, this was the way he wanted it for now.