QSFer Michael Barnette has a new MM sci-fi book out: Promises 2.
David is addicted to Bells, and a gunwhore is a hard addiction to break.
Addictions have their drawbacks, and David Jessman would be the first person to admit he’s addicted to the passions he’s only felt in the arms of one man: Bells, the LC Zone gunwhore and deadly zonewarrior. Having gotten so wrapped up in his personal life that he forgets to do anything but daydream about a certain blond gunwhore David Jessman finds himself in serious trouble with his boss. Trouble that Bells promises to make right–somehow.
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Excerpt
Just the casual thought of taking David’s cock into his mouth got Bells instantly hard and he smiled slightly before giving his attention back to his fuckbroker and her tirade.
He slipped into the language of the streets as easily as he drew breath. “Katerina, slow down. You gonna pop a vein and what that get you? Just dead. This sure as shit ain’t worth that is it?”
But her vitriol continued unabated, her anger directed more at the corporation than at him, though he was catching hell for getting her into the mess in the first place. Of course, the way he saw it, she’d been the one that had tipped them off that he was going to see Jessman. By the way of thinking out in the LC, that meant part of the blame was hers too for getting him involved in an off-color deal with the corpworld. He thought about hanging up, but that was only guaranteed to get her even more pissed off at him than she was, and that he didn’t need right now either. Not when her clients in the corporate world were his main source of income since he’d tried to quit the killjob business.
It had been totally stupid for him to agree to Megalli-Loran’s terms in the first place, and he realized the pressure Polycyber was putting on him was the direct cause of that stupidity. He owed his life to them, and they wanted to be paid back in cold hard currency.
Falling in love with David… well that was his own stupidity.
Yeah boy, you blond all right. Got youself into a nice fuckmess here. Now you best find a way out of it before someone do you or your prettyman dead. He let his gaze roam over Jessman. It was stupid, but the emotion he felt for the man couldn’t be denied.
Sighing he put the phone down, Katerina’s voice spewing out of the tiny speaker. He went into David’s living room to raid the small bar, poured himself two fingers of expensive bourbon and stood there sipping the mellow liquor and considering his options.
There were all too few, really, and most of them involved dealing with the situation threatening Jessman in a head-on confrontation with the corp bastards that wanted his lover dead.
Dangerous. Damned dangerous. But what wasn’t when you lived in the Free?
And he hated feeling as if Megalli-Loran were holding them both under the gun.
By rights he was the one that should be holding the gun on any threat to his lover or himself. That was what being a gunwhore meant. Being a zonewarrior…. Well that just made it more imperative that he take care of his own messes.
And this was a serious mess, no question about that.
He took another sip, felt the warm heat of the high quality booze as it slid down his throat. Nice. Smooth. Unlike the broken-glass bite of the shit they could get in the LC. That was closer to battery acid than liquor.
Sighing he tipped another finger of bourbon into his glass and walked back to the bedroom. He could get to like it here, and that was bad too. Bells returned to his place on Jessman’s bed and set the glass on the nightstand. He could still hear Katerina from the phone, but her invective was winding down, the woman’s anger running out of fuel. He picked up the satphone and asked,
“Done?”
“Yeah, I done screamin’ for now, ’less you got some other dumbass thing you want to tell me you done.”
“Good,” the blond said, voice hard-edged, the usual dulcet midrange of his speaking voice vanishing into growling anger. “Now it’s my turn.”
“What you mean, your turn Mister Smartass?”
“Shut! The! Fuck! Up!”
The woman went silent on the other end of the phone.
“Right. Now you listen to me,” his words were delivered in a soft as velvet tone, the language more like that of a corper than a zoner. The depth of his anger made more pronounced to his fuckbroker by that sudden change in language coupled with the tone he used. They knew one another, and he could imagine the shock he knew would be on her coffee and cream colored face. Knowing he had her attention he switched dialects, “Stone come here, an’ now he meat dead. You put it out in the Free anyone touch my moneyboy, or my fucktime playmates and I make them dead as meat too. I ain’t gonna stand for my clients being killed by no one for no reason that ain’t my own. You got me?”
“Yeah, I got you. But you get this, that corp want that man dead, and they mean to have what they want. No terms. You got me?”
“I done guessed that shit. That be my worry. You know I handle my own biz. Right now you biz is to let people know anyone mess with my money I come to dance the apocalypse with them. They want dying, I give it to them no charge.”
“’Kay, I put out the word, but you be best to worry ‘bout your own sweet ass, babe. Them corptypes playmates ain’t worth the sweat off you balls. They leave you out to dry you become a problem, an’ you know it. An’ you newest moneyboy, he ain’t no different.”
Author Bio
Growing up in the wilds of Miami, Florida Michael enjoyed the nightlife and wide variety of cultures. Tired of the congestion and heat, Michael decided on a change of pace abd moved to Athens, Georgia living there for several years before migrating west.
The last two years in Miami, Michael went from being a poet to writing short stories. One of the short stories he wrote, Zoner, was also the first gay erotica he’d ever written. Set in his cyberpunk world setting—which takes place in a future variant of Miami—and using characters established from an unfinished novel he was working on, he submitted the story to Circlet Press.
Seeing the popularity of erotica—and finding it much easier to sell than poetry—Michael changed his writing focus in 2003 and started researching the types of erotica and romance popular with readers.
The rest, as they say, is history.
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