About Chrysalis 2: Emerging
by Mike Shade
34 pages
/ 10500 words
978-1-60370-513-4, 1-60370-513-9
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In book two of the Chrysalis series, Pierce has brought Aiden home with him, despite the fact that Aiden's sister thinks it's all a horrible idea. Pierce doesn't know why manic-depressive author Aiden is so important to him, but he knows the more he gets to know the man, the more he likes him.
Aiden likes Pierce's house, likes the routine he's establishing for himself. His writing is the best way to exorcise his demons, he's taking his meds, and he thinks Pierce is the best thing since sliced bread. Both of the boys know that nothing in life is easy, but it's outside forces like work and family that threaten to intrude on the life they're building. Can Aiden and Pierce find a way to overcome the obstacles in front of them?
Sample
Pierce turned up his street and slowed down as he came up to his cute little house. It had been important to him to own it, to do that, and now he was happy that he had. There was no landlord to hassle him for having brought someone in who wasn’t on the lease, no one to complain if Aidan got, well, manic.
He and Aidan had spent his two days off getting Aidan settled. Well, they'd spent most of it in bed or making out on the couch. Aidan was such a sexy little thing; it had been like a couple of days out of time. They’d shut the whole world out and focused solely on each other. It had been utterly fantastic.
Reality had reared its head this morning -- he had to go to work. If he started calling in sick now, when everything was going well, he’d use up all his sick and holiday days and he needed to save them. He wasn’t going into this blind, he knew Aidan would likely have some bad days, some days where Pierce needed to be home to help. The difference between him and Polly, Aidan’s sister, was that he was willing to be there for Aidan during the bad days.
So this morning, he’d showered and packed his scrubs to change into, grabbed a couple pieces of fruit and a book to read during his lunch. He’d left Aidan set up with his laptop, and gone off to do his shift at the institution.
Aidan had his cell phone number, but hadn't called, so Pierce hoped everything had gone okay. He wasn't worried about the house or anything in it; he was more concerned about whether Aidan had felt comfortable on his own, if he'd been able to write like Pierce knew he needed to.
He parked his car in the driveway and grabbed the bag of groceries he’d picked up after his shift, heading on in.
"Hello!" he called as he opened the door. It was different, having someone in the house when he got home, but he figured he’d make the most of it. "Honey, I'm home!"
There was a moment of silence, then a soft. "In here."
He followed Aidan's voice to the hallway, finding Aidan sitting quietly, typing away.
He squatted down on the floor next to Aidan, reminding himself not to take too long to put the ice cream in the freezer. "You're sitting on the floor. In the hallway." He grinned at himself -- the master of the obvious today.
"I am. It was dark and I could see my computer screen."
"We'll have to see about getting you proper blinds that'll shut out the light in the office. Unless you like sitting on the floor all day." He wanted Aidan to feel at home here, comfortable. Mi casa es su casa, and all that. Reaching out, he slid his fingers through Aidan's curls. "Can I have a kiss hello?"