Storytelling has always been fun for me. I entertained my brothers and sisters with stories of elves and vampires until we were far to old to be crawling into blanket tents and reading from flashlights. I’ve always loved books. They were my escape into worlds that I could almost see through the words. You would think the connection between the two would have been obvious, but for me it wasn’t. Maybe I wasn’t one of the lucky ones who had ‘that’ teacher. But putting the two together and writing my own stories never occurred to me. Then, several years ago, I read a story on-line and thought…I can do better than that. So I gave it a shot. Shocked, I discovered people seemed to like the tales. So now I love putting the stories in my head down on paper and I hope that each one is better than the one before.
Decadent Publishing’s Beyond Fairytales collection was a perfect fit. I saw their call, read through the description and I was hooked. Razor was a challenge, but it was a great learning experience. It was a departure from my standard fare, and I had a great time developing it. These are some of my favorite characters and I really like the story. I hope everyone enjoys Razor as much as I did.
~ Jon ~
James and Micah both face serious illness. Checking off things from their bucket lists, they find themselves drawn to a club like none they’d ever experienced. From the doorman’s leather kilt, to the waiter’s jockstrap uniform, they thought they had seen it all. But then a tower of masculinity in leather and stainless steel walks onto the stage and turns the couples’ lives upside down and inside out.
Excerpt from Razor
Micah made the landing and stood watching James ascend. A few seconds later, he reached the top and looked around. They found themselves outside a door almost as dark as the night, set into a wall of Cimmerian brick that disappeared into the gloom on either side. The doorman standing beside it was equally striking. He stood taller than James’s six feet, and wore only a black leather kilt and heavy boots that seemed to consume the lower part of his muscular legs. No one would dare challenge the man. His torso rippled in ways James had never seen before. His face was rugged, covered with a few days’ scruff trimmed precisely along his jawline. Before he could think of what they should do, the doorman spoke.
“Welcome to Razor. What’s your pleasure tonight?”
James stood speechless as the deep bass of the man’s voice resonated through the night. “The music. The music is wonderful. We caught it from a few blocks off and wanted to hear more.”
A smile emerged on the man’s face and changed him from executioner to guardian. “Of course, the music. You’ve found the right place. Just in time, too. Tonight is drawing to a close.”
He grasped the bronze door pull that was easily as long and thick as James’s forearm and opened the massive door with little apparent effort. He motioned them into the portal with a wave. “Go. Enjoy yourself.”
The pair moved toward the opening and peered inside. The room was dim, except for an empty stage bathed in warm light. James noticed the musical trio creating the instrumentals that had lured them through the foggy night. They glanced back to the grinning bouncer who encouraged them forward with a nod.
They stepped into the room and paused to take it in. From the elaborately carved dark mahogany bar lined with every imaginable type of liqueur, to the lovingly worn floor that had seen thousands of pairs of feet during its existence, it was all club. The couple moved inside as the door closed behind them with scarcely a whisper.
As they studied the room, two things struck James. First, they were the only customers. Second, everyone else in the room wore very little and were male. Their smiling waiter stepped to their table. James swallowed hard as he looked at the man standing before him. He dressed in the same boots as the bouncer, which were buckled to just below his knees. The remainder of the waiter’s clothing consisted of a black leather jockstrap filled to capacity.
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