Hi guys! I'm back from my vacation and feel all rejuvenated. Especially after that clubbing I did last night. Ah, I love dancing.
I'm getting back to Jazz's story on Tuesday, since I've got appointments and stuff on Monday, but for now, Elisa Reviews is doing a Giveaway-every-two-days from the GayRomLit2012 authors! I'm up today, so do stop by Elisa Reviews and leave a comment (I don't think you need an LJ account to leave a comment, just leave anonymous reply and put your name and email address in the body of the text).
What's up for grabs? An e-copy of Absolutely Eric.
Oh hey! I'm sharing a very short excerpt from Jazz's story on facebook, because people sent me a challenge. Figured I'd share it here, too:
It’s not like I’m going to get up close and personal with the lead singer, Dean McQueen, anyway. Eric and I are sitting in the back with at least ten rows of chairs between us and the platform. It seems like every news agency in Boston decided to show up for this, and no wonder since the star himself is from around here.
Eric’s been buzzing about Black Hurricane – or more specifically Dean – and he’s told me over five times that they’re ending their tour in this city.
Eric pulls his white hair into a low ponytail, sky-blue eyes scanning the empty table on the platform. His white skin looks even paler against the deep-red sleeve as he tucks a few strands of hair behind his ears.
“I can’t believe this is happening, Jazz. I’m actually gonna see him,” Eric says, for the tenth time.
I roll my eyes as I slide myself further down in the uncomfortable plastic chair, fiddling with the sparkly pink tag hanging around my neck that screams Glitter Guys Magazine in huge letters. Eric has a matching one. He designed them this morning when he found out he had to have some sort of a tag from the magazine he’s representing.
The buzz in the room dies down as a couple of people walk onto the platform.
Copyright © 2012 by Erica Pike