I’m excited to share that “Love Has No Boundaries,” a charity anthology I collaborated on with JMS Books and an incredibly talented group of authors, is now available!
All proceeds will be donated to the International Institute of Minnesota, which offers legal assistance and resources to immigrants and refugees. If you’re able, please consider supporting their important work by purchasing a copy.
Below is an excerpt from my contribution, “Unfolding in the Dark,” a short story featuring Ian and Adam from Dead Generations.
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December, and Mexico City came alive with the Christmas season. From their balcony, the city seemed to undulate in a sea of glowing lights, pinpricks piercing the dark, one by one like a wave breaking over the ocean. As warm air cooled and the temperatures dropped, Ian barely noticed, consumed instead by his fears, terrified of losing what he had in his darkest, most guarded moments, coveted but had never dared to dream for his own.
A world away from the New York City streets, which had once been his hunting grounds, from the walls of a mansion, covered in ivy, and falling into ruin, where his upbringing had finetuned Ian into a weapon. One who lived now with only one purpose in mind, one job, and that was Adam; it was keeping Adam alive, Adam safe, Adam happy, nothing more.
Earlier, Ian had followed Adam all over the city, visiting several parks and markets, having dinner at a rooftop restaurant overlooking the Zocalo, before wandering back to their small, temporary apartment, where they had fallen into each other’s arms.
Are we safe now? Adam’s frantic kisses seemed to ask. Are we finally free?
But Ian had no answers for him; instead, he loved him harder, told him the only way he knew how, how much Adam meant to him, until Adam shook in his arms, moaning Ian’s name as he came.
They had laid there afterwards, Adam’s fingertips trailing over his body, leaving goosebumps on Ian’s skin, they talked of their plans for their future, they talked about their plans for the next week, he shared stories of his childhood, of his lonely life in the mansion before Adam had come to him, stories he had never told anyone. They whispered together like that, in between kisses, unable to stop touching each other, and with each inhale, exhale, Ian thought. Yes, finally, finally, you’re mine.
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