About Tails and Teapots
by Misa Izanaki
49 pages
/ 11200 words
ISBN: 978-1-60370-564-6
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It's Christmas Eve and Frankie is in dire need of a distraction. First his boyfriend broke up with him, then the Christmas present from him mom turned out to be a tanuki, a shapeshifting raccoon dog straight out of a Japanese folk tale, and it walked out on him too.
So, Frankie heads to the Body Shop, one of the hottest male strip clubs in the city. There, he meets Aki, who's gorgeous and sweet. Aki seems perfect, but there is more to him then meets the eye and Frankie may not be ready for that. Can Frankie find a way to salvage his Christmas?
Sample
Frankie woke up to the sound of an angry chicken clucking on his bedside table. Stupid ring tone... He really needed to figure out how to change that. Of course, that was after he found out who was calling him. It was way too early for Frankie to be up, let alone taking phone calls. Okay, it was almost ten but that was still pretty damned early for him.
"Hello?" Frankie flipped his phone open before it could go through another round of angry clucking. It was Alan, his boyfriend and, as far as Frankie was concerned, the sexiest thing on two legs. They had been dating for almost two years and despite his quirks, Frankie loved Alan to death. He was even ready to take the plunge and ask Alan to move in with him. Hell, Frankie would have asked him then and there if his brain was awake enough for more than caveman sentences. "Hey, babe."
"Oh, you are home." Okay, maybe it wasn't a good time after all. Alan did not sound happy to hear Frankie's voice.
"Why? What's up?"
"Nothing."
"Okay…" The tension on the phone woke Frankie like a cold shower. What the hell did I do now? Frankie got the distinct feeling that something was wrong. Alan was speaking in short, icy sentences and he only did that when he was pissed about something.
Alan was silent. Frankie half thought that they got disconnected until he heard a long, irritated sigh from Alan's end. Damn, whatever he did must have been bad. Frankie just wished he knew what it was.
"Um, do you want to get dinner later? I'm off at eight or so."
There was another impatient sigh from Alan. He was probably rolling his eyes, too. Alan had a tendency to do that when Frankie was being particularly thick about something. "Check your email."
With that, Frankie's phone beeped and went silent. Frankie glared at his phone and snapped it shut. "What the hell was that all about?"