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Twelfth Night: Love's Labours, #2
Twelfth Night: Love's Labours, #2
Twelfth Night: Love's Labours, #2
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Twelfth Night: Love's Labours, #2

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After their May/December affair in the hothouse of a summerstock theater production, John and Michael are back in New York City and facing the consequences of their summer fling.

Overwhelmed by the intensity of his new relationship, John struggles with the challenges of learning to date again while also coming out to his colleagues, his football rec league friends, and even his ex-wife.

But when he invites his parents over for Christmas, the holiday — featuring Michael's family's amateur production of Twelfth Night — quickly turns into a French farce of potentially catastrophic proportions, forcing John finally to take the lead in claiming his evolving identity even as he takes the next step in his relationship with Michael.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherAvian30
Release dateJun 19, 2018
ISBN9781386209270
Twelfth Night: Love's Labours, #2
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Erin McRae

Racheline Maltese can fly a plane, sail a boat, and ride a horse, but has no idea how to drive a car; she's based in Brooklyn. Erin McRae has a graduate degree in international affairs for which she focused on the role of social media in the Arab Spring; she's based in Washington DC. Together, they write romance about fame and public life. Like everyone in the 21st century, they met on the Internet. Sign up for Erin and Racheline's newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/65dMz Learn more at their website: http://Avian30.com

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    Twelfth Night - Erin McRae

    Who has led me a dance by dell and dingle

    My human soul to win,

    Made me a changeling to my own, own mother,

    A stranger to my kin

    — Walter de la Mare, Bewitched

    Chapter 1

    John doesn’t expect Michael to be as weirdly taken with the ocean as he is with the wild woods. It doesn’t seem like his element the way the trees are. But he is mesmerized by the beach almost instantly upon their arrival, insisting they walk along the hard wet sand of the tide line. It doesn’t matter how many times John says their muscles will ache unhappily tomorrow from miles walked at the edge of the frigid fall water; Michael either doesn’t hear him or doesn’t care enough to respond.

    John is fascinated as Michael keeps a close eye to shells and rocks. One is shaped like a small egg, and he’s disappointed when it’s not. Still he makes John hold it for him, running ahead to a rock jetty to comb through the midden of mussel shells left by persistent and angry seagulls. John tries not to be horrified, but the sight of Michael’s fingers picking through the dead bivalves and seaweed stinking in the sun is a bit much.

    What’s this? Michael asks, eventually holding out a shell, colored and swirled, to him.

    It’s in perfect condition, and John is about to be impressed with the find until he realizes there’s still a creature using the shell as its home.

    That’s an animal in there. He doesn’t actually know what kind. But it’s gelatinous and of the sea and not really a thing they should be messing with. They’ve seen dozens of jellyfish washed up on the beach already today.

    Does it go in the ocean or not in the ocean?

    Ocean, John says. He’s not a hundred percent sure, but he suspects, like the jellyfish, the sun and the birds will eventually cook and peck it to nothing if it’s not saved by the sea.

    Michael throws the shell back and returns to the tide line as they walk, gaze carefully on the ground and picking at every shell he sees that looks like whatever creature he just rescued. Most of them have their animals in them, and John suspects the coming hurricane that’s going to ruin their trip is churning them up.

    As Michael throws each one back into the water, John is charmed that he’s trying to save creatures that have no spine, names he doesn’t know, and forms he’s never seen before.

    Eventually Michael decides they can leave and reaches for John’s hand. John flinches away. It’s not the strangeness of the town this beach is attached to, half religious meeting town, half gay beach paradise. There’s even a club down the block from their inn that advertises Less Lights, More Fun! It’s that he can only think about whatever bacteria Michael is now coated in from all the dead mussels.

    God, but he’s going to look like an idiot explaining that.

    When he tries, stumbling through a mini monologue about seaweed and sea creatures and sand, Michael just listens with his head tipped to the side. Finally John’s speech drags to a halt under Michael’s incredibly unimpressed gaze. He sighs and starts again.

    Okay. I swear the handholding thing has nothing to do with anything except your gross dead bivalve hands. But I think I may be freaking out.

    Michael blinks at him. Did this start when we checked in and you had to deal with people who know we’re here to fuck?

    It’s sharp, but John knows he probably deserves it. When he left New York the preceding spring for a summer stock production of A Midsummer Night’s Dream, he mostly did it to placate his friends, who thought a season away from the city would be good for him. They may even have had a point. There’s not much that can speed recovery from a divorce or from losing your kid to cancer, but a change of scenery, he figured, at least couldn’t make anything worse.

    John had expected a summer of no air conditioning and of being eaten alive by mosquitos while trapped in a campground deep in the Virginia woods. He hadn’t expected to fall in love. After the tragedy and sadness of the last few years, John was surprised to find himself interested in anyone, but most surprised to find himself captivated by the actor playing Puck. After all, Michael is twenty-five and John is forty-two. Also, Michael is a boy, and John had never before been attracted to men.

    They’d had a glorious summer romance until Michael had discovered all the things John hadn’t told him. The weeks they’d spent fighting over John having failed to mention that Sebastian died or had even existed were some of the worst of John’s life since he and Jenny got divorced.

    You know I don’t mind being out in public with you, he says cautiously. He wants to be honest with Michael, but he also doesn’t want to provoke anger by being less willing to be out than Michael deems sufficient.

    Thankfully Michael considers John for a moment and then grins. Somewhere in the romantic beach getaway, I got that.

    John lets out a relieved sigh and wraps an arm around Michael’s waist. He wants to prove his willingness to be fully in this relationship without shame, but life is also just better when they’re touching. Michael leans into his side, and they start walking down the sand again.

    But it’s something I can’t help being aware of, John says quietly as they walk. What we are and what people see when they look at me. Which apparently means I’ve found my internalized homophobia, and I am completely aware of how gross that is. I’m going to work on that, but there it is.

    You still want to, like, go out to dinner tonight and make out on the boardwalk, though, right?

    Oh my God, you have no idea. I want to tell everybody about you.

    Michael smirks. So why don’t you?

    Coming out at my age is kind of more complicated than it is at twelve. Or however old you were when you did.

    I was fourteen, thank you.

    So how did you come out to your parents? John asks after they walk for a few minutes in silence.

    Michael cracks up.

    I’m serious!

    Michael buries his face in John’s arm and apparently can’t stop laughing. You do understand how ridiculous this is, right?

    I understand that I’m forty-two and have to come out to everyone in my entire life that I give a remote shit about, because you are addictive and fascinating and wonderful and also are sadly holding me to some pretty legitimate ethical standards. So help a guy out, okay?

    I was making out with my first high school boyfriend in the living room, and my mom walked in.

    John is entirely not surprised. So hey, when you meet my family, let’s not go with that plan, yeah?

    Yeah, Michael says, drawing the word out in a way that makes it clear it’s his turn

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