Shawn is single, twenty-nine, the full-time carer of his Alzheimer’s-stricken mother, and a frequent victim of Murphy’s Law—although his family calls it Shawn’s Law. Other than caring for mum, his day consists of painting nude men and spying on the guy who walks his dogs along the street every day at four o’clock. When Shawn takes a spectacular fall on his front steps, who is there to witness it other than the man of his dreams?
Harley doesn’t believe in Shawn’s Law—but he soon changes his mind.
The two men make it through a memorable first date and Shawn’s sexual insecurities to begin a relationship stumbling toward love. But when Shawn’s Law causes Harley to be injured, Shawn is determined to save Harley’s life the only way he knows how—by breaking up with him. Not once, but twice. Throw in a serial killer ex-boyfriend, several deadly Australian animals, two dogs called Bennie, a mother who forgets to wear clothes, an unforgiving Town Council, and a strawberry-flavored condom dolly, and Shawn’s Law is one for the books.
Shawn's Law is written from both character's points of view - so you get two first meetings. Both Shawn and Harley noticed the other person before they spoke for the first time. Today I though I'd share an excerpt of the second time that Harley came across Shawn.
From the blurb you will see that Shawn likes to spy on the cute guy who walks his dogs past Shawn's house daily. But what he doesn't know, is that Harley spies back, just as much. This is where Harley recalls one of those days.
Shawn was kneeling on the grass of his verge, digging a hole with his hand to fix a connection in his sprinkler system. I stopped so suddenly that I nearly choked my poor puppies, who were eagerly trotting along this known path on their way to their daily fun time. I hoped that no other neighbors were gawking. Not only had I sprung a boner, I had also started to drool at the sight of that meaty piece of arse.
I remember thinking that word. I remember standing there and thinking to myself, Harley—that is an arse you can hang on to. That’s one deliciously, meaty arse. Unfortunately thinking of meat brought to mind other parts of men’s anatomy that are commonly described as meat, which didn’t help my predicament at all. My erection was tenting my pants for everyone to see, and I was about to be found out. I knew that Shawn would turn around and spot me at any second.
My savior was my Blue Heeler cross, Picky. Don’t ask how she got the name Picky. Just know that I spend half my salary at the butcher because she’s a lady who refuses any food that doesn’t cost at least fifteen dollars per kilo. I willingly purchased porterhouse steak for her the following day because she somehow knew I was in trouble and did the only thing she could think of to help. She squatted and deposited her shit on a nearby piece of lawn. I sighed in relief and grabbed my yellow disposable doggie-do bag to pick it up. Show me a man who can keep an erection while picking up dog shit, and I’ll point out that he needs serious counseling.
Shawn's Law is available for pre-order from DSP at this link.
Be watching my blog for the next excerpt release... **wink** Yes - I love teasing.