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Bright, Shiny Love

by Pat Henshaw

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Bright, Shiny Love - Pat Henshaw
Part of the Arts of Love series:
  • Bright, Shiny Love
Editions:ePub: $ 3.49
ISBN: 9798896020233

Metal artist Martin Murphy knows dragons don’t talk, especially the dragon crafted of sequins on a former flame’s vest. So when the dragon seems to reach out and tells him to help its creator Ty, Marty refuses to believe the illusion. The sparks between him and Ty, on the other hand? They’re as real as it gets.

As he and Ty reconnect after so many years, Marty sees firsthand how the big man’s innate kindness and willingness to help others consume his time and energy. Maybe the dragon was right, and Ty needs saving.

While Marty is willing to try, what he really wants to do is pounce on the man and keep him all to himself while they walk down the path to HEA. Does that count as saving him?

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Publisher: JMS Books, LLC
Cover Artists:
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Genres:
Contemporary, Gaylit

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Pairings: M-M
Heat Level: 2
Romantic Content: 5
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: 26-35
Protagonist 2 Age: 26-35
Tropes: Friends to Lovers, Opposites Attract, Second Chances
Word Count: 19179
Setting: Oakland, California, USA
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Same Universe / Various Characters
Excerpt:
    • We were at Luca’s, a tiny family-owned Italian restaurant. Luca’s is one of those Bay Area eateries with no fixed hours. It’s open until it’s not. This meant diners dropping by the place could get a meal most nights unless the Luca family had an emergency and the doors were locked.
    • “You know what I liked best about the play?” I asked Ty.
    • One of Luca’s big plusses is everyone who worked there was always happy to prepare a meal for friends. To them, every customer is a friend.
    • “I don’t know. What did you like best about the play?” Ty’s eyes lit with mischief. “That you didn’t have to sit through it more than once?”

 

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    • “Ha, ha,” I scoffed. “No, I’m serious here. I loved the illusion with the dragon.”

 

    • At his questioning look, I expanded my comment, “When your character turned away to get R and J the poison.”

 

    • “R and J,” he laughed. “Sounds like a tobacco company!”

 

    • Then he smiled. Lines of exhaustion framed his eyes. But he seemed to relax and be less tense as we talked.

 

    • “Yeah, I’m glad you liked it, Marty. I was hoping the light would catch the sequins just right. Make the dragon head leap out and look menacing as a comment on their buying poison.”

 

    • Although we hadn’t ordered it, a plate of appetizers appeared on the table.

 

    • “For you gentlemen while we prepare your meal.” The waiter winked at us and ran his hand under Ty’s hair along his shoulder.

 

    • “Hey, thanks, man.” Ty touched his hand and nodded. The waiter strutted back to the kitchen.

 

    • “Ricardo,” Ty said to me with a nod in the guy’s direction. “He likes too think of himself as a player even though he’s pretty much bonded at the ... hip ... with Wayne. He thinks I’m pining after him. I play along. Doesn’t hurt anybody. Makes Ric feel like a stud, though.”

 

    • He popped a piece of ham-covered toast in his mouth, chewed, swallowed, and sighed. I followed his lead, without the outward sigh.

 

    • “Anyway, I’m glad you like the dragon illusion,” he added after a gulp of his wine.

 

    • “Well, not exactly what I meant. Don’t get me wrong. The dragon reveal was great. No, I meant the bit afterward when its head reached out over the audience and talked to us. Now that illusion was really special.”

 

    • He stared at me a moment and then wiped his lips with his napkin and brushed off his beard.

 

    • “What do you mean? I don’t get it. The dragon spoke to the audience? What did it say?”

 

    • I stopped munching.

 

    • “You don’t know? How could you not? The dragon’s head went from the back of your vest out into the audience and said something like,

take care of him

    •  or

keep him safe

    •  or something like that. Then it said

or he will die

    • .”

 

    • Ty tilted his head as he stared at me. Did he think I was making this up? He had to be teasing me.

 

    • Finally, he shook his head and resumed clearing out the hors d'oeuvres. The empty plate was taken away and our entrees appeared.

 

    • Before he dug in, he looked at me for a few seconds. Then he shook his head and grinned.

 

    • “Wish I had thought of it and how to do it, Marty. Would have been cool. But, no, I didn’t. I don’t think any of the others working on the show did either. Your CBDs are playing tricks on you.”

 

    • He dismissed it so casually, I was stunned. It hadn’t been a part of the play? Then what was it? A bit of theatrical craziness on my part? An hallucination? How unsettling.

 

    But now wasn’t the time to unravel what I’d seen. I’d have to think about the vision later. Ty and I were together again. Why waste the time with idiotic speculation?

 

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About the Author

Pat Henshaw [pronouns she/her] was born and raised in Nebraska. She has lived on the U S’s three coasts, in Texas, Virginia, and now California. Before she retired, she held a number of jobs, including theatrical costumer, newspaper features reporter and movie reviewer, librarian, junior college English instructor, and publicist. She loves to travel and has visited Canada, Mexico, Europe, Egypt, Thailand, and Central America as well as almost all fifty US states.

Now retired, she enjoys reading and writing as well as visiting her older daughter, son-in-law, and grandchildren on the East Coast and playing havoc with her younger daughter’s life in Washington State.

She thanks you for reading her books and wants you to remember that Every day is a good day for romance.

Visit her at pathenshaw.com