Title: The Guy With The Suitcase
Series: Once Upon a Guy, Book One
Author: Chris Ethan
Genre: Gay Romance, Contemporary, New Adult
Pierce is homeless.
Young and strong-willed Pierce has been living in the streets of New York City for six months, since his parents kicked him out of their perfect, Christian, suburban house. Pierce is gay. And he is suffering the consequences for being true to himself.
Rafe is homeless.
He is also sick. Impressionable, but far from innocent, Rafe ran away from home almost a year ago. His sickness is slowly killing him. But Rafe is not a hopeless case. He has learned to get by. Nights of paid passion turn to sheltering warmth from the imminent New York winter.
And then there’s a suitcase. Pierce’s suitcase, which holds secrets from everyone including its owner.
When their worlds collide, their lives intertwine and when the world seems bent on bringing the two souls to their knees, fate has other plans for them.
Caution: Contains adult language, New York City streets, tough life choices, sexual tension, stubborn brutes and swoon-worthy romance.
The guy glowered at Rafe and put the book in front of him. “Pierce,” he growled behind it.
Finally, Rafe was able to put a name on that chunk of man-candy that had given him a good beating. Pierce. Perhaps it was a characteristic of his piercing blue eyes that his parents found he had to be named Pierce.
“Well, nice to meet you, Pierce. Nice to put a name on my bruises,” he said.
Pierce arched his head to glare at Rafe and, without missing a beat, said, “You went asking for it, dude. You were the asshole that stole my suitcase, Or tried to, anyway”.
Rafe held his hands up accepting defeat at Pierce’s words. “You could, however, have just given me a light push and taken your bag. You didn’t have to punch, kick, and spit on me”.
“Hey,” he turned again, “I did not spit on you. I spat next to you. It didn’t even get you,” he raised his voice.
“It could have, though,” Rafe responded.
“I’m pretty good with my aim,” he attempted to go back to his book, but Rafe wasn’t gonna let him. He was enjoying their conversation. He enjoyed seeing Pierce’s temper swelling up with his chest, trying to defend himself.
“What happened to you, anyway? Why were you naked in the middle of Central Park, washing a pullover?”
Pierce told him, once more, that it was none of his business.
“Okay, so I’ll just assume you’re a nudist,” Rafe said, climbing up to his bed.
“Am not,” he heard him reply with a muffled sound, a mattress separating them now.
Rafe laughed at the reply. “Your current…” he let the pause stir up the air before continuing, “attire is not helping your case. So allow me to assume you’re a nudist. Or an exhibitionist. Or a nude exhibitionist”.
He smirked when he heard Pierce take a deep breath and reply very quietly and dryly. “Fuck you”.
“I would, but you’re not my type,” Rafe replied. Pierce exhaled.
“Don’t flatter yourself. You’re not my type either,” Pierce commented.
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About the Author
Chris Ethan is a book whore. He enjoys selling his feelings for money and other pleasures and is blatantly unashamed to do so for as long as he breathes. Chris Ethan is also a persona for Rhys Christopher Ethan, author of fantasy and sci-fi. He uses Chris Ethan to share stories of adult queer romance with those who need it. Before you delve into his books however, be warned. He likes putting his characters through shitstorms and hates anything conventional. But then there’s that darned happy-ever-after. Also, he likes swearing. Deal with it!