Rainbow Snippets* --Back to Silverfish

I'm changing gears this week. Recent events reminded me of When Silverfish Dance, a story I wrote a couple of years ago that I had every intention of revising later, so naturally, I sat everything else aside and pulled it up. I'm going to give it a good once through and then see if I can find a few interested beta readers. This was the first book I wrote after I finished the Headphones project, written just to prove to myself that I could write a book. So yes, it needs a fair amount of work!  (it's a (an?) HFN. Hopefully there will be a sequel that will have their HEA.)

Here's the blurb:

Revenge doesn’t always go as planned:

  Morgan Davis hates his Windy City life: his boss is blackmailing him, his lover of 10 years has left him for a job in New York City, and his hair is turning gray, even though he’s not yet 40. And now this skinny boy in a mini skirt and go-go boots is asking him for a gin-gimlet? God must really hate him.

Barry Hunt acquired some useful talents when he moved from foster home to foster home as a child, but also a fear of intimacy when he lived on the streets in his late teens. Now 27, he’s a successful hairdresser by day and a petty thief by night. His only true friend is his hairball-hacking calico, Hilton.

Whether it’s fate or coincidence, Morgan and Barry find their lives intertwined. An unexpected act of violence has them planning revenge and thrusts them into a strange whirlwind of adventure and heartbreak. When Silverfish Dance is the story of these two men in 1973 Chicago with absolutely nothing in common, but who are thrown together on a journey that moves them from being acquaintances to allies to lovers and, ultimately, to friends. 

My six-sentence snippet is more like 9--it's the opening paragraph:

October 1973

“Buy me a drink?”

Morgan slumped in his seat with his glass in hand and head down, staring at the floor as he did his best to ignore the music and the people, but that was made impossible by a pair of high-heeled stub-toed go-go boots. His gaze traveled upwards to find a ridiculous stick of a boy standing in front of him, straddling his outstretched legs. His sequined mini dress barely covered the top of his thighs, showing off the black fishnet stockings covering his thin legs. Wishing he could but unable to stop, his reluctant perusal continued up over a narrow chest until it finally settled on big eyes highlighted by too much mascara and eyeliner. Teased-up hair framed the ridiculous child’s razor-sharp cheekbones. The throbbing music was giving Morgan a headache and the client he was supposedly entertaining was on the dance floor grinding up against some heavily coiffed drag-queen. And now he had to deal with this little girly-boy trying to pick him up? Why did God hate him?

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