by
Blak Rayne
@BlakRayne
‘One box of candies, one blindfold, and in one night
everything changed.’
Thanks to a rough break-up, computer programmer Leonard’s
been miserable for months. He’s the first to admit, he picks partners based on
what he sees. Which, according to his brother Nate is his biggest downfall. To
prove a point, Nate forces him to attend a night of blindfold speed dating. The
men are plentiful, but making a choice goes against his superficial nature.
As the evening draws to a close, he meets a man who breaks
all the rules. He gives Leonard a kiss and only one solid clue to his identity
before disappearing. Days after, and Leonard still can’t get that kiss out of
his mind. But without a name or face, he holds little hope of ever finding the
man.
The Jeep hit the curb with a jolt. He shut the engine down
and I got out. Head back, I stared at the night sky, snow wafting through the
air, landing on my face and terra firma, the cold biting at my cheeks and nose.
The whole area, a city block, was desolate and had an eerie silence about it.
“Well, we’re here.”
“And what is here?” I stood beside him, exhaling white
puffs, my hands sunk deep in my pockets.
“Your Christmas present.” He gave a nod towards the
commercial building in front of us. A large red sign with white letters graced
the front of it.
“Blindfold Speed Dating! What the—”
“You don’t know until you try.”
“This is where you brought me? Seriously? The gay end of
Vancouver for an evening of speed dating?”
“Yep, that’s what an older brother is for. Merry frigging
ho-ho!” Nathan tugged down on my shirt, straightening it like our mother used
to do when I was a child. Then he adjusted my tie and jacket, smoothing and
pulling here and there. “You’ve got a stain on your shirt,” he griped, trying
to tuck the hem in under my waistline.
“Come on, I’m not a kid!” I grabbed his arm and removed it
from my slacks.
“You look like you rolled out of a dumpster.”
“I like dumpster diving!”
“Grow up.”
“I’ve never done anything like this,” I whined.
He grabbed my wrist, turned my forearm underside up, and
slapped a glossy piece of paper the size of a bookmark on my palm. “Cheer the
fuck up and live a little.”
“But speed dating with a blindfold? Sounds a little too noir
for my taste.”
He sighed, spun me around with more force than necessary,
and pushed me in the direction of the entrance. “I’ll be back to get you at
eleven.”
I dug my heels in, he bumped into me, and we slid across the
sidewalk. “Nate, you know I’m not good at anything social.”
He barked like our dad, “Move! And don’t you dare skip out.
Because I’ll know.” He made the I’m watching you two-fingered gesture several
times.
I shook my head, shoving him away. “You’re such a jerk.”
“Anne and I bought you the ticket because we didn’t want to
see you alone. No one should be alone at Christmas,” he said with finality as
if it was the last time we’d see each other.
Scrunching the ticket, I glared at him, wondering where the
hell he’d gotten the audacity to play Cupid. “Great. Got it.”
He got in the Jeep and waved before accelerating away.
Teetering on the edge of the sidewalk, I shook a fist.
“Asshole!”
When I stopped my verbal assault, I realized how quiet it
was. The snow had deadened the landscape like an invisible force field keeping
the rest of the city at bay. Vancouver Village was a long way from home,
especially when I didn’t have my car.
Light shone through the large windows, glistening on the
freshly fallen snow. White settled in a lacy pattern on my clothes. I opened
the door to the low decibel of male voices and a man wearing a badge that said,
Gary–Coordinator.
The generic
biography....
Blak Rayne is a published author of gay erotic and
yaoi style fictional romance. She loves to write and believes it's one of the greatest
forms of self-expression. What better way to see inside the human soul?
Blak resides North of Sixty, and yes, she is a woman,
wife and mother. She’s been writing and drawing since elementary school, and
she loves anything that involves the arts. As for family, her daughter is her
toughest critic and greatest support!
Now, for the
real biography....
A good friend, who is an aspiring author, happened to
mention that she likes to read author bios, and when she checked mine, sadly,
she was disappointed. The bio I use is generic, blah, and it doesn't tell her
anything personal about Blak Rayne. Her suggestion. Change it! What she really
meant to say: "I want to read the juicy bits, lady!"
Okay, the truth. My life is crazy hectic most days as
I divide my time between family and friends, writing and marketing, running our
businesses and household. I spend an average of eight to twelve hours a day on
the computer. My favourite drink while writing is a homemade chai latte. Well,
tea period. Must be the Brit coming out in me. When I relax or we have company
over, I usually indulge with a glass of Japanese plum wine on ice, of course. My entire
office is purple, even the carpet. I find the colour calming, and it gets my
creative juices flowing. Love it!
Currently, I reside in British Columbia,
Canada with my husband, our daughter and son. Our eldest son passed away;
he's not with us physically, but he is in spirit. My daughter owns a cat
that is the moodiest creature you'll ever meet. Seriously, the foul little
beast still swats at my legs when I don't pay him enough attention.
What else can I tell you? Lots of things, but the most
important tidbit, I'm passionate about my writing and plan to continue
publishing. How many novels? Who knows, I guess until the ideas run dry, or I
die.
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