I thought this week I'd join in with the Seductive Studs and Sirens Bloghop, for authors and bloggers of LGBT romance, erotic romance and erotica. Follow the linkie to read other wonderful authors and bloggers of the best genre there is.
I've picked a passage from my forthcoming novella, Bob, the Destroyer of Leads, the sequel to Hairy Harry's Car Seat.
“Good boy, Bob,” Will praised. The dog stood up. “Sit.”
Bob ignored Will and turned to look at the man standing next to them, then he spotted the large German Shepherd on the other side of the man. The dog sat placidly, waiting for instruction to move.
Will gritted his teeth, and hung onto a wriggling, whining Bob, desperate to greet the bigger dog. “Bob, sit down,” he said sharply.
His dog totally ignored him. Will prayed for the lights to change to red so that he could cross the road.
“See he’s still not behavin’,” the man said. He looked smug as his dog sat calmly, ignoring the antics of Bob.
Will wanted to punch the man on the nose. “He’s getting better.”
“Did you take him to that trainer I told you about.”
“Didn’t work, then?”
“Obviously,” Will said sourly.
“Must be a bad breed. Beagles always are high-strung. You want a proper dog.”
A proper dog? What the fuck was a Beagle if it wasn’t a proper dog?