About Wiseguys: A Blast from the Past
by Aaron Michael
89 pages / 25200 words
ISBN: 978-1-61040-567-6
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Former wiseguys Tony and Carter have it made, right up until a
vacationing Jersey mobster wanders into their deli one summer afternoon.
Tony and Carter like the life they've built for themselves. They own a
business. They have friends. Friends like Norman, the old guy who runs the
sporting goods store, and his girlfriend Bess. Tony and Carter live
together, make love every night, and they can even hold hands on the street
if they want.
It's a good life, and a good life is worth fighting for. Even if the guy
who's gunning for them is the mob boss who wiped out the rest of Tony's
entire family, and who's now bound and determined to finish the job he
started back in Jersey. And a blast from their past threatens the life
they've worked so hard to build.
Review
Alexa Snow, author of Sleeping Stone, writes: Tony and Carter are former
wise guys who left Jersey to create a new life for themselves in northern
Idaho. They're surprised when a Jersey mobster shows up in their deli,
throwing them back into a past they'd hoped to leave behind them forever.
The author does an exemplary job of making these characters' histories clear
to readers jumping into the series for the first time -- the information is
skillfully woven into the story in subtle but helpful ways. There is an art
to writing dialogue that accurately reflects real life speech, in which not
everything is spoken aloud, and this book is a fine example. The characters
are beautifully crafted and intriguing, and the plot will keep the reader
turning virtual pages right to the very end. The conclusion is both
realistic and satisfying. This is one story that shouldn't be missed!
Sample
Nighttime baths were part of their routine. They
showered in the morning, then put on the clothes they wore at the deli like
they were putting on the public part of themselves. They didn't fuck in the
mornings after they showered. That part of their day was for business.
In the evenings, the bath was their transition from the public Tony and
Carter to the private couple. The men who could be vulnerable with each
other, who didn't have to be tough guys ready to take on the world if it got
in their way. Half the time they jerked each other off in the tub, too
impatient to wait any longer, their hands slippery first with soap and then
with come. Then they went to bed and fucked and slept in each other's arms.
Tonight instead of soaping Tony's chest with the washcloth, Carter put the
wet cloth over Tony's eyes.
"What the fuck?" Tony said.
He reached up to take the cloth away. Carter's hand on his wrist stopped
him. "Leave it," Carter said. "I wanna try something."
Tony hesitated. He didn't like having his eyes covered. It reminded him too
much of the times he knew his uncle's enforcers, the guys who had years on
Carter and dozens more "enforcements" under their belts, shoved one of his
uncle's enemies, blindfolded and hogtied, in the trunk of their car and took
him for the last ride of his life. A few of them liked to wrap the guy's
necktie around his eyes and set him walking down an alley, thinking he was
free, then cap him twice in the head. For sport.
"You're gonna like it," Carter said.
Tony felt the rumble of Carter's deep voice in his own chest. This would be
different. This was Carter. Carter wouldn't hurt him.
Tony let his hand fall back in the water.
"Just relax," Carter said. His steady breathing, the rise and fall of his
chest beneath Tony's back, went a long way toward helping Tony finally
release the tension he'd held all day.
"What do you have planned here?" Tony asked.
Carter's voice dropped half an octave. "Sit back and you'll find out."