Welcome to Tuesday Teasers with ZA Maxfield! This week we have author KZ Snow joining us!
Fans of Teaser Tuesdays know what’s going to happen here:
I’ll post a snippet from one of KZ Snow’s books with the character names asterisked out.
Your mission is to guess which of KZ’s books the excerpt comes from! Email your answer to ZAM, zamaxfield (at) zamaxfield DOT com. Please be sure to put “Teaser Tuesday” in the subject line! She’ll draw a random winner each week. It’s that simple! Come play along… If you guess correctly, you’ll be entered to win a prize!
KZ has graciously offered the winner a copy of any book from her backlist, including her most recent release, Resurrection Man.
Here’s a little bit about KZ:
K. Z. Snow spent her formative years in Milwaukee bars—not because her parents were drunks, but because they were neighborhood tavern keepers. And, ja, a good life it was! She learned her first words off a Wurlitzer jukebox and could dance a mean polka by the time she was five. Too much has happened since then to recount. She now lives a quiet life with two rescue dogs in rural Wisconsin, where a crazy-ass crop duster pilot provides the area’s only excitement. Except when someone digs up an obscenely shaped potato. Or the Packers win.
HERE’s the snippet:
As more questions formed in his addled mind, *** nibbled the inside of his cheek. He always had to do something when he thought hard—chew a fingernail, toy with some object.
Patiently, **** waited.
“You got, like, a boyfriend?” *** finally asked.
“No.” And bam, just like that, *** was in the room with them.
“D’you want one?”
****’s stomach squirmed. “Someday.”
“You gonna tell Dad you’re gay? Or Mom? Or ****?”
The squirming increased. “Someday.”
*** resumed nibbling. The questions clearly weren’t over.
“Do you ever, like…shove stuff up your butt?”
**** wheezed into laughter. “What?”
“**** ******* says fa—” Another blush surfaced with volcanic speed. “He says gay guys like sticking things up their butts.”
Dare I ask? But it was too delicious to resist. “Such as?”
*** shrugged. “Root crops, small animals, grooming aids.”
Snorting, **** fell back onto the mattress. He lay there, both arms thrown over his face, as his laughter spiraled and his eyes spilled tears. For one thing, he didn’t think **** *******, who was dumber than a drumstick, was even familiar with phrases like root crops and grooming aids.
Abs cramping, **** rolled onto his side and folded his legs. Oh, Christ.
“So…it ain’t true?”
The kid sounded serious, which made **** laugh even harder. “Of course it’s true. If it came from **** *******, it must be true.” He gasped for breath and tried to control his hooting. “In fact, I’m packing a blow dryer, three parsnips, and a litter of newborn weasels as we speak.”
Stony-faced, ***** regarded him. “Dude, weasels are dangerous.”
**** curled in on himself. His gut was ready to split.
If only coming out to everybody else in his life could be this much fun.
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Thanks for joining us, KZ!
If you think you know what book this excerpt came from, don’t forget to email ZAM at zamaxfield (at) zamaxfield DOT com with your guess!