About The Dance of Love
by Vic Winter
80 pages / 20100 words
ISBN: 978-1-61040-107-4
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Brian loves his life. He loves his apartment and his job and most of all
he loves Ricky. Still, that doesn't mean he doesn't yearn for a little more.
Brian would like Ricky to give up the apartment he never uses and move in
permanently. He'd also like to be a little more adventurous in the bedroom,
but anytime he's brought it up, Ricky points to the eyeliner he wears when
they go out dancing and says that's more than kinky enough.
Brian knows Ricky is his one and only, though, and figures he's just going
to have to wait for Ricky to figure it out, too. Good thing that in the
meantime, there's love and dancing.
Review
Kiernan Kelly, author of Hardass City, writes: Brian is completely in love with Ricky and happy with their relationship, although he would like a little more spice in their love life, a little kink. Not the kind of kink that requires a commitment or a change in lifestyle -- he leaves that to his best friend Lucas and Lucas' new boyfriend, Bob. Brian just wants a little variety, to try different things. To this end, he begins dropping hints to Ricky. Unfortunately, at first it seems Ricky isn't interested, but when Ricky finally begins to indulge Brian's fantasies in wicked, wonderful ways, Brian is sure he's died and gone to Heaven.
"Dance of Love" is a unique story told in first person, present tense –
a difficult thing to do, and Vic Winter does an admirable job of it.
Winter takes the reader into the moment right along with the characters,
as if the reader is dancing in the club with them, or sitting on a chair
at their bedside. It's hot, spicy, and explores the side of kink most
people are likely to be familiar with -- the playful kind that happens
in Everyman's bedroom from time to time. It's definitely a hot, sexy
read!
Sample
Prologue
For all Ricky likes to think he's kinky, he's really pretty vanilla. So he
wears make-up and likes to do it in the back rooms of our favorite clubs.
That isn't exactly the height of kink. No kink-o-rama here. I should know,
I've been doing research into kink. Ricky would laugh to hear that. He'd
laugh and say it was typical and that researching about stuff hardly makes
me the kinky one.
I am, though. I yearn for some of this stuff. It's like this aching hole,
just like there's one there for my relationship with Ricky, too. I want more
from him. I want more for us. He thinks being exclusive is enough, and he
thinks it should be enough for me, too. I want it all, though. I want all of
him, in my bed, in my place, in my life. I want to know that he feels that
way, too. Not so dependant that he couldn't live without me, just... that
we're in this for the long haul, all the way. Together. I guess the kink,
it's kind of become a symbol.
Sometimes I think its time to give up on Ricky, to let him go so I can find
someone ready to commit everything to me. Then I see his flashing eyes and
his ready smile and he waves or says my name and I know I'm just kidding
myself when I talk about moving on. There isn't anyone else for me.
I'm just going to have to wait for him to come to the same realization about
me.