Active Duty: Gay Military Erotic Romance by Neil Plakcy
Paperback: 224 pages
Publisher: Cleis Press (June 17, 2014)
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These fierce stories of love on the front lines grab and hold readers’ attention as they travel the world with these soldier on Active Duty. In the wake of Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell and the Defense of Marriage Act getting repealed, Neil Plakcy brings the two issues together into heart-pounding vignettes of men in action who put their lives on the line to protect and serve. The heat of battle only amps up the level of excitement knowing that this tryst might be the last. These heroic hunks fight for love and honor and will have readers begging for their next debriefing!
Active Duty exclusive excerpt
from Michael Bracken’s ‘Soaring’
Scott was first to pick up the phone when he called a few weeks later to tell me about an upcoming trip to Dallas. “Ever been?”
I admitted that I hadn’t.
“Join me,” he said. “I’ll show you around.”
Scott drove from Enid and I hitched a ride in a transport plane from Vance Air Force Base, arriving a few hours after he did. I met him at a hotel where he had reserved a suite, and he took me to dinner, to the symphony, and then back to the suite where a bottle of champagne chilled in an ice bucket.
“If I didn’t know better,” I said, as I settled onto the couch, “I’d think you were trying to seduce me.”
Scott freed the champagne bottle from the bucket, uncorked it and filled a pair of glasses. He handed one to me and raised his in silent toast. As we sipped our champagne, he asked, “Is it working?”
“Quite well,” I told him. After setting my half-empty glass on the coffee table, I reached for Scott’s free hand and pulled him down on the couch beside me.
I hooked my hand behind his head, pulled his face close and covered his lips with mine. Our first kiss was tentative and lasted only a fraction of a second. We drew a few inches apart, stared for a moment into each other’s eyes as if searching for the answer to a question neither of us dared ask and then we kissed again—deeper, harder, longer.
Scott tried to set his champagne glass on the table with mine, but he missed and it fell to the floor. He unthreaded my tie and slipped it out of my collar. Then our fingers found buttons, buckles and zippers, and we stripped off the suits we had worn to the symphony.
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