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Tropical Depression
     

Tropical Depression

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by Ba Tortuga
 

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Galen and Shane are back! The boys from Rain and Whiskey have returned, and this time the weather looks a little rocky.

Galen Frost, ex semi-pro football player and entrepreneur, had a lot of work to do. He's bought into a football team, and promoting and wheeling and dealing are the name of the game. He's so busy that he hardly ever gets to see his lover Shane

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Galen and Shane are back! The boys from Rain and Whiskey have returned, and this time the weather looks a little rocky.

Galen Frost, ex semi-pro football player and entrepreneur, had a lot of work to do. He's bought into a football team, and promoting and wheeling and dealing are the name of the game. He's so busy that he hardly ever gets to see his lover Shane anymore, which means a lot of lonely naps on the couch.

Shane is just as busy, managing the bar he works at, spending a lot of time covering for unreliable bartenders and serving drinks to good-time party boys. Used to be Galen couldn't get enough of him. Now he can hardly pry Galen away from the phone. Shane starts to wonder where he stands in Galen's life, and what he can do to get back to the way it was.

When Galen starts to forget their dates together, bad weather starts to build, jealousy and hurt swirling into a tropical storm that he and Shane might not be able to bend under. Can these two headstrong men find a way to shelter from the wind and rain?

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781934166352
Publisher:
Torquere Press
Publication date:
11/28/2006
Pages:
176
Product dimensions:
6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 0.41(d)

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Shane poured himself a double, topped off with some lime juice, and knocked it back before toodling out onto the back deck. Man, Sunday afternoons? His absolute favorite. He heard the guitar of the Changos' new song as he hit the door. "Len? Turn the music up? I fucking love that song."

The sun was beating down and his favorite kiddie pool was filled and on the deck, a floaty in the bottom to cushion his ass. The scent of some hunk of meat on the grill was spicy and rich. Mmm ... spicy. Galen's come tasted wicked sharp after spicy...

Shane stopped. Blinked.

Okay.

Dude.

He'd only had two.

Three.

Tops.

"Uh. Galen?"

The alligator hadn't been in the pool when he'd filled it this morning...

"Yeah, darlin'?" Len sounded relaxed, happy. Perfectly normal.

"Can you bring me the hose?" He squinted. Man, those claws were so bad for his floaty.

"What? You can't be out of water in that thing." But he heard Len coming, dragging the hose. "You make me burn the grilled veggies and ... shit."

"Uh-huh." Okay, cool. So. Real alligator. Not a hallucination. Good to know. "Gimme the hose."

Galen handed it over without a word and went to turn it on, coming back to look over his shoulder. "That's pretty good-sized."

"Uh-huh." He took a stance and aimed at the gator's nose, squeezing the little yellow gun-end-doolie.

The first shot of water hit the gator right on the snout, and all it got him was an open mouth full of teeth and a fucking ominous hiss. That big tail swished, Shane's pool creaking.

"Damn, Shane. Piss him off, why don't you?"

"Well, he's in my pool, Len." He sprayed again, this time in theass. "What if it shits in it? The floaty's already a loss."

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