I traveled to New Orleans in 2015 and it became one of my favorite places to visit and to write about. In Broken Trust my heroes are vacationing in the French Quarter. Here’s an excerpt. Enjoy!
Dan and Brad take a trip to New Orleans, hoping to rekindle the romance in their committed relationship, but Dan is captivated by Paul when he lands in front of the sexy bartender.
Paul sees the sub in Dan begging for some control. Caution to the wind, Dan takes Paul up on his dominant-style offer.
Dan’s breach of monogamy creates a deeper rift in his relationship with Brad, but Dan’s not ready to give either man up. If only he could have Brad and Paul, too. But he can’t, can he?
Does Paul know the secret to making all three of them happy?
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The parade of pub-crawlers appeared suddenly like an unexpected storm on a sunny day. A stranger wearing a brightly colored scarf grabbed Dan’s arm and pulled him along. Dan laughed and called out to Brad. “Hey, I’m being abducted. Come along. It’ll be fun.”
Brad screamed something back. Dan could hardly hear him over the thumping music of the street performers, but he saw Brad vigorously shaking his head and mouthing the word no.
His boyfriend could really be a downer sometimes. Lately, it had been most of the time. Or maybe it just seemed that way because they were living together now. Dan thought he knew the real Brad, but that old saying turned out to be true. You never know someone until you live with him. Dan had his own set of bad habits and quirks, but unlike Brad, he was open to compromise. Despite Brad’s resistance to letting go and having a good time, Dan loved him and would do anything to make their relationship work.
This trip was supposed to be their chance to reconnect with each other. They deserved it after putting so much time and energy into their CPA practice. Business was good but they’d gotten into a rut. Long hours in the office had zapped their energy and turned their relationship stale. Last week, they celebrated their first anniversary. Brad had given Dan flowers and taken him to a fancy French restaurant for dinner. After dessert, Dan presented Brad with his gift, two airline tickets to New Orleans. Instead of being excited, Brad offered up excuses. “We can’t close up the office for a week. Not now, when things are going so well.” Dan was prepared. He had his mind set on partying in the French Quarter and he’d bought nonrefundable plane tickets so Brad couldn’t say no.
So, here they were in party central and they might as well be back in Philly. It had been Brad’s choice to visit Jackson Square, St. Louis Cemetery No. 1, and the Old US Mint. Dan gave in as usual, but now it was Brad’s turn to reciprocate. It was time to let go and have fun. And what better way than to join a pub crawl?
Dan ran back down Bourbon Street, grabbed Brad’s hand and spun him around in an impromptu dance move. “Come on, let’s join the crowd. I want to drink and dance.”
Brad looked around, clearly embarrassed. “Are you crazy? I’m exhausted.”
“You’ll get your second wind.”
“Forget it. I’ve been in enough tacky tourist traps to last me a lifetime.”
“Exactly. Let’s follow the crowd and find out where the locals drink.”
Brad wiped sweat off his brow with a forearm. “It must be a hundred degrees. I say we go back to the hotel bar for a drink, and then take a nap before dinner.”
Boring. “You’re no fun.”
“You think this will be fun?”
“It can be whatever you make it.”
“Well, I’ve had enough.” Brad pulled away. “I’m going back to the hotel. You coming?”
“No. I’m not tired.”
Disappointed, Dan watched Brad’s back as he walked off. They did everything together. Maybe he should follow Brad back to the hotel. A little voice inside Dan disagreed. ?You don’t have enough fun in your life. Let him go.? Dan hesitated a few seconds, and then ran after the partygoers.
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Gale Stanley grew up in Philadelphia PA. She was the kid who always had her nose in a book, her head in the clouds, and her hands on a pad and pencil.
Some things never change.