About Canadian Shots
Written by Drew Zachary
152 pages / 62000 words
ISBN: 978-1-934166-17-8, 1-934166-17-0
Available file types - html, lit, pdf, prc
Set from one end of Canada to the other, and points in between, the Canadian Shots explore love and lust with heat and humor.
These short stories explore the lives of men who are as diverse as the places they live in and travel to. Whether it's a new relationship between a pair of students stuck in a Montreal university library on Canada day, a playful threesome on fetish night at a gay bar in Toronto, or the deeper love of a cook and a cowboy in rural Alberta these characters and tales are sure to delight.
Review
Alexa Snow, author of Clear Cut, writes:
Canada might be well known for colder weather, but this anthology is hot, hot, hot! There's a lot of variety in the stories, from first times to established relationships, with settings from Prince Edward Island to British Columbia, but what they all have in common is lots of scorching, vividly-written sex.
My personal favorites from this anthology include the Nova Scotia shot, in which the experienced Dodge gives the innocent young Sid a first time that anyone would envy, the Montreal Shot in which college students Chad and Alex hook up at the library and then blow off their studies in favor of blowing... well, you can probably make a pretty good guess, and the Toronto Shot in which Parker picks up Ian and his pet Darcy on fetish night at a gay bar and has the night of his life.
If you're looking for fantastic erotica, "Canadian Shots" is for you. What makes these stories wonderful and special is that they're not just about sex; they're also full of captivating characters and interesting story lines. Definitely recommended!
Sample
The place was jammed. Every place was jammed, really, all up and down King Street. Sean was pretty sure that there was enough music spilling from the pubs and bars that people really didn't need to get inside one to be a part of the party -- but they did if they wanted to drink. He was damn near run off his feet serving drinks and pulling draught, but the tips were amazing.
It was actually a great night for barwork -- people were happy, the music was great, and the band looked hotter than the beach in July. Which, of course, was kind of fitting given the date. The best part about tending bar on Canada Day, though, was that everyone kind of took off for an hour or so for the fireworks. Just long enough to clean up, relax and restock before they all came back. If he was fast, he could do the relaxing up on the roof and watch the fireworks with the rest of the crew.
But he kind of hoped he'd get to miss them. The band had just announced they had time for a couple more songs and the guitar player had just picked up the tin flute. Now, Sean wasn't really one to get lost on the musicians that rolled on through -- but that pretty mouth all puckered up to blow certainly got his attention. He served drinks as best and as fast as he could, the whole time trying to get glimpses of... damn. He'd been introduced, earlier. Mikey. Mike. Yeah, that was it. Sean watched Mike play and sprung wood before he could really stop himself.
So he was kind of thinking a quick trip to the john when the place emptied would be a good idea instead of going up to watch the fireworks. Kind of make his own.
He watched Mike go back to the guitar for the last song, singing back up and closing his eyes during the chorus, long eyelashes lying on his cheeks. He got yet another Moosehead out of the cooler when he got yelled at and realized he probably shouldn't be so aware of the man's eyelashes; they weren't really close enough for him to see that well. It just showed where his attention was.
"Sean. This is Moose. I wanted Keith's." Tressa looked pissed and waved the bottle at him. "Stop your staring and pay attention. They'll be done soon and you can make your move then."
He stuck out his tongue and passed her the Keith's. "Not gonna do anything. Just looking."
"Then you're stupid." She turned and went back to work, leaving him wondering if he was stupid or not.
The band finished up their set to rollicking applause and awws of disappointment as they got off the stage. "We'll be back after the fireworks," promised their lead singer with a grin.
They headed out to the backroom together, and the drummer, a huge guy who'd introduced himself as Seamus, came over for the cold two four of Moosehead they'd asked to have ready for them between sets. And his guitar player came, too.
"We're going up to the roof," Seamus told Mike.
Mike nodded. "I know it. I just want something decent to drink. I'll be up soon enough."
Seamus snorted. "Just be done by the time we're on stage again."
Mike was blushing as he pulled up a barstool. "Well, that was subtle."
Sean tried not to blink and offered a friendly smile. He debated the best way of handling that particular opening and finally settled on the tried and true. "What can I get you?"
"Whatever you've got on tap will do, I like a nice head." The blush got darker, but Mike gave him a wink and held out his hand. "It was Sean, right?"
He wiped his hands in a rush and took what was offered him. "Yeah. Sean." He took a breath and leaned over the bar. "And I always give good head," he said, meeting Mike's eyes. Mike had green eyes framed by those long long black lashes, and Sean took another breath, his cock doing his thinking for him. "Want that beer or do you want to go out back and check the kegs with me?"
Mike gave him a wide grin. "Oh, I wouldn't want anyone to run out of beer. We should go check those kegs."