About Lime Green: Margarita Mondays
by TC Blue
177 pages / 45800 words
ISBN: 978-1-61040-061-9
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A simple noise complaint to Safe Haven Security ends in a broken door
when Jeremy misinterprets something he hears coming from inside Troy
Ballard’s home. It also starts the two men on a path of high resistance, as
neither of them wants a ‘relationship,’ especially not with each other.
Their lives are too different.
Unfortunately, their hearts insist on wanting exactly what their minds know
to be impossible. With the dubious help of their friends, Jeremy and Troy
start to discover that sometimes ‘impossible’ is anything but.
Sample
"Oh, my God! What did you crazy hooligans do this
time? That better not have been any of my glass-art!" Troy bustled back
into the living room then breathed a huge sigh of relief at seeing that
it had only been the rectangular slab of glass that had acted as a top
to the coffee table. It still sucked, but it was just a piece of glass
and was much easier to replace than any of the one of a kind glass
sculptures Troy collected.
Unfortunately, it had broken because Julian had somehow managed to land
on it, ass first, in such a way that the glass had, well, not shattered,
exactly, but splintered into large pieces, one of which had obviously
cut into Julian's leg, judging by the way the man was screaming.
Screaming and bleeding, Troy saw when he pushed through a few people and
looked.
There wasn't much blood. Certainly not enough to account for the shrill,
high-pitched shriek coming from Julian's mouth, and Troy was pretty sure
that if it hadn't been for that overly dramatic reaction, the party
would have gone on. As it was, several people were trying to help Julian
up while the rest were rolling their eyes and setting their drinks down.
Troy caught a few goodbyes from the auditory equivalent of the corners
of his eyes and nodded when people asked about the next Monday. The mass
exodus didn't take long, sadly; then Troy helped Richard calm Julian and
started collecting the long shards of glass.
He hissed roughly when his careful grip wasn't careful enough and the
edge of one piece sliced his palm. Fortunately, Richard had Julian in
the kitchen by then and Troy had zero interest in joining them, what
with Julian's whining voice crying out "it hurts... it hurts, Richard,
get it out of me now, it hurts, I can't stand it, you can't treat me
like this, get it out of me!"
Troy rolled his eyes and snorted as he pulled his shirt off and wrapped
it around his bleeding hand. Which was, of course, when the loud
knocking started on the front door. It was amazing that he could hear
it, what with the music still playing and Julian being such a wuss.
"God, hold on!" Troy called as he made his way carefully past and over
the shards of glass that still littered the living room carpet. "I'm
coming, okay?"
"Get it out of me, it hurts! I'm bleeding! Stop it!" Julian shrieked
from the kitchen, and apparently it pierced more than just Troy's
eardrums because the next thing he knew, his front door was flying wide
and there was a man rushing inside.
"What the--" Troy managed before the man slammed into him, knocking him
to the floor and somehow turning him over, dragging Troy's wrists behind
him all in what seemed like one smooth motion. "What the fuck are you
doing! Oh, my God!"
He barely saw other feet running past, crushing the glass shards into
small fragments that Troy knew he'd never get out of the rug. Then a
truly loud commotion started in the kitchen, even while what felt like a
forearm pressed onto Troy's back, and Troy wasn't the sort to pass out,
but blackness rose before his eyes and when it tried to swallow him, he
let it. Even with the what the fuck? still echoing in his head,
he didn't fight the darkness.