A few months ago, I started work on a new series. I wanted something a little different, edgier, and I wanted to explore how the choices we make in life have a price. We are used to paying for the things we buy, that’s something we do every day. But the other decisions we make, including choice of profession, lifestyle, where we live, all come with a price as well, whether we realize it or not. There are many times when we have no idea what the price we pay is because when we make one decision, the other options and the paths they represent, disappear. Sometimes the price we pay for our decisions is easy and we never thing about it and other times it requires our whole heart and being as well as the re-evaluation of our lives.
The Price is the story of Hunter and Grant. Hunter is a Las Vegas escort, highly paid and in demand. Grant is a brilliantly gifted school teacher. He and Hunter went to school together and it was because of Hunter that Grant became a teacher. When they meet again as adults, both Hunter and Grant feel that attraction. However Hunter both Hunter and Grant have made decisions in their lives that require a price to be paid. The question is whether the price required of both of them is just too high.
In this post I included an excerpt. I really hope it makes you smile! J
Hunter Wolfe is a highly paid Las Vegas escort with a face and body that have men salivating and paying a great deal for him to fulfill their fantasies. He keeps his own keeps and doesn’t share, not that they matter.
Grant is an elementary school teacher and works miracles with his summer school students. He discovered his gift while in high school, tutoring Hunter, a fellow student. They meet again when Hunter rescues Grant in a club. Grant doesn’t know Hunter is an escort or that they share similarly painful pasts involving family members’ substance abuse.
After the meeting, Hunter invites Grant to one of the finest restaurants in Las Vegas. Hunter is charming, sexy, and gracious, and Grant is intrigued. With more in common than they realized, the two men decide to give a relationship a try. At first, Grant believes he can deal with Hunter's profession and accepts that Hunter will be faithful with his heart if not his body. Both men find their feeling run deeper than either imagined. For Grant, it's harder than he thought to accept Hunter’s occupation, and Hunter's feelings for Grant now make work nearly impossible. But Hunter’s choice of profession comes with a price, which could involve Grant’s job and their hearts—a price that may be too high for either of them to pay.
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“You won’t believe it,” Ember said as he took the last empty seat at the table. He gulped from the drink Candy had just placed it in front of him. “And I thought I’d seen everything.”
Hunter ignored the others, who were, for the most part, succeeding in keeping straight faces. “Okay.”
“I followed the usual routine and texted Mark that I had arrived.” It was one of their safety measures: they always made sure someone else knew when they were with a client and when they were done. It was one of the hard and fast rules. There weren’t many, other than keep the client happy and yourself looking your best, but that one was absolute. Hunter nodded, hoping Ember would continue. “I knocked on the door and it opened to a guy wearing a lamb suit.”
“You mean, like, wool?” Hunter asked.
Ember’s normally radiant copper complexion paled visibly. “More like ‘baa’.”
“The guy was dressed as a sheep?” Hunter asked.
“It’s called a furry. Anyway, the guy undressed me, and I figured the costume would come off once we… once things got serious, if they ever did, but nope.”
Mark cackled from across the table. “Did you fuck the sheep?”
Hunter stared openmouthed as Ember lowered his head to the table. “We do what the clients asks, right?”
“You fucked the sheep?” Mark asked again, with way too much glee.
Ember raised his head and nodded. “I fucked the sheep.” He put his head back down, and they lost it, Hunter included. His first question, once he could catch his breath, was whether Mark had found someone into that or if the gig had simply fallen into his lap, so to speak, and he’d offered up Ember as the sheep fucker of the group.
“The worst part was that the guy made sheep noises and bleated the entire time and never said a damn word,” Ember said.
“But you got it up, right?” Cameron asked, and Ember nodded again. “You are one sick fuck.” They all started laughing again as Ember downed his drink.
“I need to forget,” Ember said.
“I bet you do. So remember that the next time you promise someone a Mark sandwich.” Mark grinned devilishly, and Ember glared at him. “If you don’t, then next time it could be a cat, then you’d be the only pussy fucker in the group.”
“You son of a bitch!” Ember swore.
Mark lifted his drink to him with a wry smile. “To getting even.”