Title: Waking Oisin
Author: Grace Kilian Delaney
Publisher: NineStar Press
Release Date: February 26, 2018
Heat Level: 3 - Some Sex
Pairing: Male/Male
Length: 62700
Genre: Contemporary, LGBT, contemporary, bisexual, gay, genderqueer, new adult, cross-dresser, college student, lawyer, age-gap, piercings & tattoos, dirty talk, toys, spanking, D/s dynamics, light kink, family drama, pets
Synopsis
Oisin Harrison blames his fiancée’s
distrust for ruining their relationship. He blames his father for pushing him
into law school. But more than all that, he blames himself for letting other
people’s expectations stop him from going after his dream. But dressing in drag
with his best friend is the one thing Oisin refuses to compromise.
As Sin, he meets handsome Trenton
Fisher, a man who appreciates Oisin’s cross-dressing. Trent upends his world by
doing things to his body no one ever has, making him want more than just one
night together. That is, until Oisin discovers his hot hookup works at his
father’s law firm and is angling for a promotion.
To complicate things, Trent doesn’t seem
to recognize Oisin out of drag. Or does he?
Will Oisin and Trent’s magnetic
attraction grow to something deeper, or will it threaten to jeopardize their
careers and futures?
Waking Oisin contains characters from
Seven Minutes but can be read as a standalone.
Excerpt
Waking Oisin
Grace Killian Delaney © 2018
All Rights Reserved
Chapter One
Oisin Harrison
As I walked out of my last class of the
day, the wretched feeling grew larger in my stomach, and if it weren’t for the
cool January air, I might have puked. I’d failed my first project. My second
semester at UNLV’s law school was not going well, and I’d be lucky if I made it
through the next four months without getting kicked out.
My father had been disappointed with my
decision to attend our home state’s college. Being the senior partner and
founder of the most prestigious entertainment law firm, with locations in Las
Vegas and Los Angeles, he’d had ridiculously high expectations for his youngest
son. When he came home from LA on Friday, like he did every weekend, the news
of my being on academic probation would be reported to him by one of his many
acquaintances (aka babysitters) before I had an opportunity to plead my side,
and a butt chewing would ensue.
I trudged back to my apartment where I
found my best friend, Devon Thomson, in the parking lot getting out of his car.
His makeup and short brown hair were flawless, and the stylish wrap coat he
wore stopped just above his knees, leaving his calves exposed. The ease with
which he expressed his femininity had always impressed me.
Devon picked up on my body language
immediately. “You don’t look too happy.”
“I failed.” My chest tightened. I’d
never failed at anything before. I’d survived an undergrad degree in Biological
Sciences and graduated summa cum laude, but I had no heart for law. Lately, I
had no heart for anything; I was a zombie masquerading among the living.
Devon hugged me. “It’s okay, Os. You’ll
do better next time—you always do.”
That’s why I loved my friend. He was
always a hundred and ten percent supportive and affectionate. I missed our
nights making love to each other as FWB and hanging out with him like we used
to before he met his boyfriend. Whenever he talked about his lover, he glowed
with happiness. I’d never seen him so happy, so in love, and it made any
nostalgic desires I had seem trivial.
He released me and a wicked grin spread
across his lips. “I got something that might cheer you up.”
“I know that look, and it means
trouble.” I laughed, and it seemed like it’d been an eternity since that sound
had come from me. “I’m in.”
He clapped, his suede gloves dampening
the sound. “We got invited to a record release party in Los Angeles next
weekend, and I was thinking we could dress up like we used to? It’s been too
long since we had some fun together.”
My heart swelled. Seemed I wasn’t the
only one missing our together time. I should stay and study. Be a good little
student. But what Devon offered was too tempting. Screw it. I was going to LA.
“Sounds perfect.”
“Yay! I’ve got the best outfit for you.
You’re gonna look so hot, you’ll be swatting off guys and girls.”
“I don’t know about that.” Sometimes I
thought being bisexual was a blessing, other times a curse. The curse had
happened last semester when my fiancée determined my bisexuality was a cover
for being gay and that one day I’d leave her for a man. I protested. She left
anyway.
“I do,” Devon affirmed, hooking his arm
with mine and resting his head on my shoulder as we walked the few steps to my
front door
“Who are you? Susie Sunshine?” I envied
the confidence he had; it drew people to him. I couldn’t remember the last time
I felt safe or confident in my own skin.
He brought his hands to his face,
framing it like a sun’s rays. “Oh, you know me. Just a ray of light wherever I
go.”
“Will Stone be there?” Mentioning his
boyfriend’s name brightened his smile to megawatt proportions. I’d need
sunglasses if he kept it up.
“Yep. And before you even ask—no, Matty
will not be there.”
Matty. Stone’s bandmate, who’d brought
me to his hotel room, kissed me, and then shoved me away. Last time I saw him,
he apologized for leading me on. Alcohol made any hole look good until a hiccup
of sobriety hit. Whatever. Matty had been my last attempt at getting laid, and
that was so many months ago, I’d reinstated my virginity.
I let out a breath. “It won’t matter if
he’s there, Dev. We’re good. He’s over it. I’m over it. It’s not like he’s the
first person to reject me.” That sounded more pathetic than I’d intended. Time
to change the topic. “Do you mind if we stop by Paws for Love before getting
dinner? There’s someone I want to check in on.”
“Wouldn’t be one of those gorgeous
redheaded veterinarians, would it?” Dev raised his perfectly arched eyebrows.
“Despite my crush on the twins, no. It’s
a female of the four-legged variety—much too hairy. I found a dog, a black lab,
with a damaged leg.”
Devon brushed my cheek with his gloved
fingers. “You’re so sweet, you know that?”
The familiar touch set up an ache in my
heart, but not because I wanted to be in a relationship with him. Devon and I
had been there, done that, and decided we were better off friends.
“Being sweet has done nothing for me.”
“Ooh, you could get yourself a leather
daddy, go all whips and chains. You know, be bad.” Devon tapped a finger
against his lips, his gaze shifted upward in thought.
“Seriously?” I struggled with the lock
to the lemon-yellow front door, fighting back the disturbing image.
Devon lightly pushed me out of the way
and turned the key twice before it gave. He plopped the key into my hand
without acknowledging his triumph over the stubborn lock. “Might loosen you up
some.”
“Getting laid would loosen me up, never
mind getting a leather daddy.” I shouldered the door and went inside.
“I think we’ve found a goal for our LA
trip.” He rubbed his hands together.
I barked a laugh. “My dad always says
it’s good to have goals.”
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Meet the Author
Grace Kilian Delaney resides in flammable Southern California where she spends the wee hours of the morning drinking coffee and writing. She identifies as genderfluid and pansexual, though both are recent labels, and a goal of hers is to create stories that include gay, bisexual, and genderfluid characters. When not writing, Grace composes music, pretends she’s an opera singer, plays piano, and practices yoga, though not all at the same time.
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