Blake Fraina (blake_fraina) wrote in lovegayboys,
Blake Fraina

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If you’re interested in a receiving a PDF version of my novel, King of Cats, about a closeted gay rock musician living on New York’s Lower East Side, just drop me a line with your e-mail address (

Please note this is NOT an EPUB file so it is not compatible with digital reading devices. And be warned, KoC is not your typical self-published HEA M/M romance novel. It’s pretty heavy and downbeat.

But hey…it’s free! Why not give it a shot?

It would be great to get feedback or a review.

Below is an excerpt. To conform to community rules, it includes a little boy kissing.

After their time was up the others packed their stuff and began to file out. Jim felt slightly confused because he had considered this an audition of sorts and thought there might be some discussion with him afterward but there was not. It appeared he was already in the band, based entirely on Adam's say so, and that was that. So this was, in fact, his first rehearsal. He said goodnight to Steve, who was the last of the other three to go, lifted his guitar case and made to follow him out.

“No, wait a minute. Stay back a bit.” Adam said to him. Jim wondered what this was about. “I could learn a thing or two from you pal.” Adam laughed. “You sure know how to get your way.”
“Are you scolding me?”

“No.” He answered, too hastily. “No, nothing like that. You're funny, that's all.” He came over to Jim, who was standing near the door holding his guitar. Ever so gently he placed his hand on Jim's waist and paused, waiting to be rebuffed. Jim remained still. After a moment, he slid the hand to the small of Jim's back and pulled him closer. When their bodies came in contact, he paused once again. But still no resistance. He placed his lips on Jim's and watched his face. Jim closed his eyes, tilted his head and parted his lips ever so slightly, allowing Adam to push them wider apart with own and slide his tongue inside. They kissed for the first time. Jim pressed himself tight against Adam and put his free hand in his hair. Like everything else he did, Jim kissed well. So well in fact, that Adam got an erection almost immediately. Jim was amused at this. “Let's go uptown to my place, okay?” Adam asked when they stepped apart. Unable to stop himself, he reached down and rubbed at his crotch.

“It's late. I need to get dinner. The last meal I ate was breakfast.”

“Come on. Please. We'll get something later.”

“No, I can't. Really. I need to eat now.”

“Can I buy you dinner?”

“Best not. I don't want you to be disappointed with the way the evening turns out.”

“No. Come on…whatever. I'll buy you dinner anyhow. C'mon, man.”

Jim began to walk out and Adam fell in line with him. “Adam, now that we're going to be working together, I think it would be best to keep our relationship friendly but professional. Anyway, I'm not looking to have a regular thing with another bloke.”

“Wha…Wait a minute. What the fuck just happened back there? What was that?”

“Kissing is friendly.”

“But screwing isn't? Come on. What's the big deal? Look at Bowie and Jagger. They got it on.”
“Mmm…if Angie's to be believed.”

“Well all right, Bowie and Iggy then. It didn't effect their careers or anything. Is that what you're afraid of?”

“I'm not afraid of anything. And even if I were to believe such scurrilous rumours, I wouldn't really care what Iggy Pop and David Bowie did. After all, Johnny Thunders died of an overdose. That doesn't mean I need to do it as well.”

Adam was desperate. He wanted to threaten to kick him out of the band or offer him more drugs but needed to believe that he didn't have to resort to blackmail or barter for sex so he simply let it go. He convinced himself that, with persistence, Jim would weaken and acquiesce eventually. They would be seeing a lot of each other, after all. There would be plenty of time and opportunity to wear down his resistance.
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