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Since it is Christmas in July time, these sentences are from the opening of my holiday story, Toy Run. It’s on submission right now so hopefully posting a little something from it will be lucky and it’ll be accepted for this year’s Dreamspinner Advent Calendar.
Here’s something like a blurb—both it and the snippet are unedited, but hopefully that’s only temporary.
IAN BOWEN, former physical therapist and reluctant loner, has mastered the art of bad ideas that end in quick getaways. He’s good with people too, as long as the person in question isn’t a man with an invitation in his eyes. Ian’s looking for a man to inspire him to park his Harley for a while, but doesn’t have much hope of finding him. Ian took to the road after the death of his grandfather who raised him, and from his base in Northern California has been through most of the western states. He rides into Oregon for a Toy Run collecting donations for the local children’s hospital and the kids of deployed soldiers and finds more than a group of charitable bikers out for a good time.
Ian stops at a diner the morning of the run and meets ED GONZALEZ, another involuntary loner with a pile of toys lashed to his bike. Ian’s not sure whether Ed wants to fuck him or kick his ass, but he’s sure which he’d prefer.
It was a terrible idea, riding north. For the same five hundred miles I could be in Vegas or San Diego—but terrible ideas were sort of my specialty. Besides, if it all goes to hell I’ll just keep moving. Another specialty.
I backed-up to the curb, killed the engine and sat leaning against my pack. Hours early, again. It’s not easy to arrive fashionably late when you have nowhere else to be. I flipped the helmet visor up and glare from the fog and mist made me want to flip it back down.
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