Urban legends. We’ve all heard them, and we’ve all told them. They fill the role that fairy tales once held—morality lessons meant to frighten us into sticking with the herd, obeying society’s rules, and not taking any chances.
In most urban legends, once someone transgresses, we know things won’t end well for them. In other words, drink or have sex and you’re dead. But what if romance gets in the way of total terror? What if romance, in fact, saves the day?
LEGENDARY is the newest anthology from Pen and Kink Publishing, and it’s out today. (Buy it HERE.) For my story, I went with an old classic: the couple making out in the car who gets attacked by a hook man. Of course, I made my couple two gay college dudes. And the hook guy? Well, he’s got some history.
Of all the stories in LEGENDARY, mine is by far the most ridiculous, but that’s due to my love for B-horror films and camp comedy. Here’s a teaser of “Not Again.” To see how things work out for Rob and Colin, you’ll have to buy a copy of this spine-tingling anthology!
By Sara Dobie Bauer
Featured in LEGENDARY
Mord Hollow College sat less than a mile from the rocky, often frigid Oregon coast like a gargoyle hanging from the side of a grand cathedral. Colin liked its grand spires, poking up into the habitually gray skies. He liked how it resembled a Carpathian castle, identical to something Bram Stoker would have imagined, but more so, he liked its proximity to the sea—and the fact that Rob Clooney walked its green, tree-lined paths.
As Colin and his housemate, Izzy, loaded the back of their car full of cases of beer, he considered the remaining months of his senior year and the likelihood he would graduate never knowing what Rob’s mouth tasted like.
“You’re doing it again,” Izzy said, bottle of whisky in his hand.
Colin slammed the trunk of his beat up automobile, a hand-me-down from his parents who lived a couple hours away. Colin had only set foot outside Oregon once, and that was to see the California Redwoods on a family vacation. Depending on where he got a job as a hotshot reporter, he could end up anywhere. The thought frightened and thrilled him in equal measure… sort of like Rob.
He circled to the front of the car. “Do we have enough blankets? What about firewood?”
Mouth full of whisky, Izzy leaned his head back and gargled, “Pining.”
“I’m not pining. I’m thinking. I want to make sure everyone has a good time tonight.”
“Did you invite Roberto?”
Colin winced. “Don’t call him that. He’s not even Hispanic. He’s paler than—”
“Freshly fallen snow,” Izzy sang.
“God, I hate you.” He laughed and climbed into the driver seat. Colin only ever drove his car to the ocean, so it smelled like salt and mold inside. They didn’t technically need to drive to the seaside, but it was the general consensus that carrying multiple cases of beer through the woods just off campus sucked. Ergo, they drove. He started up his car. It wheezed, sputtered, and vibrated as the engine kicked to life.
“That’s our pretty girl.” Izzy pet the dashboard and took another glug of cheap liquor as Colin pulled out of their driveway.
They lived in a crooked house a block from campus. The roof leaked when it rained, which was often, but it was all either journalism student could afford.
“So you didn’t invite him?”
“No, Izzy, I didn’t invite Rob Clooney.”
Colin pointed his car toward the black sea, stars overhead. They were lucky to have a clear night, although a possible thunderstorm was in the forecast for later. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“One semester left before you have to leave campus, get an actual job, and stop ogling the kid on a daily basis.”
Colin scoffed. “I do not ogle.”
“You get pathetic puppy dog face whenever he’s in a twenty foot radius.” Izzy reached into his back pocket.
“You will not smoke in my car, and you know it.”
“No shit, Sherlock. I got Rob’s number today, and I invited him.”
“What?” Colin’s grip wobbled on the wheel, making the car sway across the narrow road.
Izzy’s thumbs poked away at his keyboard, and light illuminated the acne scars on his face like sunshine crossing the moon. “Did you not want him to come to the kick ass drunk fest we’re about to have so that you could take advantage of him?”
“I wouldn’t—Izzy, he doesn’t party. Everyone knows that. He’s a health nut and with good reason.”
Rob Clooney was one of the only male dance majors at Mord Hollow College. Not only was he a dance major, but he was also a ballet dancer. Colin never knew ballet could be sexy until he covered a school dance show for the college newspaper. That damned show had changed, possibly ruined, Colin forever. Once he saw Rob flying across that stage, dark eyes ablaze, there was really no use hitting on anyone else. No one else would ever compare.
“I told Rob you have a crush on him.”
Colin hit the brakes.
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