Wednesday’s Work in Progress…



I thought I’d share another excerpt from Losing Sight of the Target. 🙂 I’m actually working on St Petersburg, the last book in my M/F Fallen series. Need to get that done. Have two sets of edits to go through as well. It’ll be a busy next couple of days, but I’ll push through it…lol

So here you go:

Losing Sight of the Target copyright c. 2014 T.A. Chase


They got in line and grabbed some breakfast. Nate gestured to a table where some of the other skiing team sat. Justin nodded to them as he took a seat.

“Hey man, who’d you fuck last night?”

He jerked his head up and stared at Rob, one of the cross-country skiers. “What do you mean?”

“Dude, your room’s right next to mine.” He grinned. “Heard your bed bang against the wall a couple times last night.”

His cheeks on fire, Justin dropped his gaze to his plate. “Umm…”

“Leave him alone, Rob. Not everyone is a complete man whore like you and sleeps with anyone who’ll have him. Plus he’s a gentleman and doesn’t kiss and tell.” Nate punched Rob in the arm.

Justin appreciated Nate stepping in. He’d never told anyone that he trained with that he was gay. Mostly because it simply never came up. It wasn’t like he was hiding it or anything like that. If someone had asked him point blank about it, he’d have said something.

“Fine, but just let me know if I’m going to be hearing any more of that because I’ll put on my headphones.” Rob winked at him.

“Like you weren’t doing the same damn thing,” Peter, Rob’s roommate, said as he joined them. “I walked in on him last night. Who were you fucking? Oh yeah. One of the German snowboarders. I had to leave.”

“That bad,” Justin joked, trying to get over his embarrassment.

“Oh she was hot, but I couldn’t stand there looking at his blindingly white ass for another minute.” Peter ducked the slap Rob aimed for his head.

The joking and laughter continued while Justin finished eating. When he and Nate were both done, they threw away their trash then went to meet up with their coach in the gym.

After a few hours, Justin returned to his room to change into his outdoors ski clothes. He was excited to get outside in the fresh air and stretch his legs.  He wasn’t the type of guy who liked to spend too much time inside. Going over to his dresser to grab his gloves and sunglasses, he noticed a flash of sliver hanging from the mirror. He removed the chain and brought it over to the window so he could examine it. It wasn’t there when I left to go to breakfast. How did he get in here again?

The pendant was of a rifle layered on top of a pair of skis forged out of silver like his bracelet. He ran his fingers over it, loving how the roughness of the edges and raised lines told him what it was without him having to look at it. Justin took off the tag attached to it and read it.

“Good luck. Love, C”

He tugged the note away before he put the necklace on. Arranging everything so it rested on his chest under his shirt, he touched it one more time before heading out. He needed to keep his head on his events and not the mysterious man who kept appearing then disappearing after fucking Justin stupid.

“What took you so long?” Nate yelled from where he stood next to a bus that was going to transport them to where the cross-country and biathlon events were going to take place.

“Sorry.” Justin wasn’t about to spill his guts to Nate, not about Caesar anyway. Something told him Caesar didn’t want anyone to know he was around, not that anyone would know who Caesar was. At least Justin didn’t think Caesar was famous or anything like that. Oh hell! What the fuck do I know about the man? He’s a contract negotiator or something like that. He comes and goes like a ghost. And I really like him.

How could he like Caesar when he didn’t know the man? All they’d done was have sex and talk a little bit. It wasn’t like they’d dated for months. Two nights together didn’t constitute a relationship, though it did feel like Caesar was courting him by sending gifts.

“Hey Justin.”

He looked up to see Nate staring at him. “What?”

“Get your head out of your ass and pay attention. The next two weeks are going to be the most important in your life, do you understand? If you want any shot at medaling, you need to focus.” Nate frowned. “I know there’s something going on with you. I can tell by how Norman looks at you, but you have to push it out of your mind.”

“Actually I wasn’t even thinking about that,” Justin admitted. “I was trying to figure something out in my head, but you’re right. I have to forget about it all and live in the moment. That’s the only way I’m going to achieve what I want.”

They settled into their seats with some of the other people heading up into the mountains. Justin nodded at one of the Norwegian biathletes he’d competed against in the world championship events. The man nodded back before slipping his earbuds in.

2 Responses “Wednesday’s Work in Progress…”

  1. Cynthia says:


  2. cool excerpt – can’t wait to read the whole story 🙂

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