King Geordi the Great by Gene Gant
Thanks for taking the plunge with me on my blog tour for my latest novel, King Geordi the Great. A few pages from the story are excerpted and available for perusal on the Harmony Ink Press website. If you haven’t read them, I encourage you to visit the site—via the link below—and check out the first chapter. You can also explore the many other fine works Harmony Ink Press has to offer.
I thought I would share another excerpt from the novel with you. From the blurb you know that, in addition to the problem of his best friend Toff’s unrequited love for him, Geordi also has to deal with a father who is all too eager for Geordi to embrace his gay identity. In the scene you’re about to read, Geordi’s father has just outed him to the whole neighborhood by throwing a surprise coming out party.
I hope you’ll enjoy this excerpt. You can ask me questions about King Geordi the Great, as well as any of my other works, on my Goodreads page. That link is also provided below.
We’re at the beginning of a new year. As of this moment, I have two other new works in progress with Harmony Ink Press that will be released in 2018, and I am also in the process of writing or planning several other works that I am eager to share with readers. I hope each of you will find wonder, love and peace in the coming days of this year.
Again, I appreciate your time and your interest. Happy New Year and happy reading!
About the Book
Is there such a thing as caring too much?
Geordi never thought so. He knows he’s lucky to have progressive parents who support him after they discover he’s gay, but when his dad gets overzealous, things go downhill. Geordi’s friend Toff is not only hurt that Geordi hid his sexuality from him—he’s also been in love with Geordi for months. Rather than further damage their relationship, Geordi goes along with a romance he doesn’t feel. When things start to get physical, though, Geordi knows it’s time to be honest with himself and his friends, no matter what the consequences. A tragedy is about to strike, and Geordi, Toff, and their friend Jess will need each other more than ever. For Geordi to find his strength, he’ll have to first find the courage to chart his own course in life—outside the control of his parents or the pressure of his peers.
Suddenly, Dad came out of the kitchen at a rush, carrying a tray of tortilla chips and cheese dip. My attention refocused and I went after him. Tall and long-legged, Dad was moving so fast I had to run to catch up to him. “Dad, hold up—”
Uncle Ronnie came out of nowhere and intercepted me. “Here’s the party boy,” he said, his big, booming voice rising over the music and chatter. He threw his arm around my shoulders. “Come here and let me talk to you.”
“In a minute, Uncle Ronnie, okay?” I shrugged his arm off. “I need to talk something over with Dad.”
“Aw, he’s too busy for you right now. Come on with me. This won’t take but a few minutes.” He was Dad’s older brother by something like a decade, gray-haired and cranky. He put his hands on my shoulders and guided me to a corner in the living room. “You know, the world sure has changed. When I was a kid and a young man, I didn’t know a single gay person. Now gays are everywhere, on television, at church, in the sports bar. Hell, these days you can’t swing a dead cat without hitting a gay in the face. You’re not gonna be one of those gays who go around putting all your business in the street, are you, Nephew?”
“I’ll try not to be, Uncle.”
“I’m just wondering, what with you coming out and all. It’s okay to keep some of your business to yourself, you know.”
“Yeah, I know.” I cut an annoyed glance at Dad as he offered the tray of chips and dip to my neighborhood friends. “Believe me, I know.”
Dad began to move off with the tray. I started to pull away and follow, but Uncle Ronnie grabbed me by the arm and stopped me.
“Well now, here’s something else that’s got me concerned,” Uncle Ronnie said. “When it comes to gay guys, I hear there’s tops and there’s bottoms. Are you a top or a bottom, Geordi? Please tell me you’re not a bottom.”
I frowned impatiently, confused. “I don’t have an answer for that, Uncle. What’s a top and what’s a bottom? Explain it to me and then maybe I can answer you.”
Uncle Ronnie suddenly looked as if he’d been punched in the gut. “Oh. I think your Aunt Rita is waving for me to come over. See you later, Nephew.” He rushed off to where Aunt Rita was having a lively conversation with Jessica’s mom.
Dad was in the dining room, making space for the chips and dip on the table, which was already crowded with platters of food. I started after him, determined to find out why he felt it necessary to force my gay side out to the world at large. I really wanted to ask him to stay out of my business, but I’ve never been particularly good at telling people off. Especially my parents.
Toff was standing just inside the dining room. As I started past him, he reached out and grabbed my arm.
“Just a second, Toff. I need to say something to my dad.” I tried to shake off his hand.
Toff grabbed my arm tighter, and I turned to him, surprised. He looked hurt and angry.
“What is it?” I asked. “What’s wrong?”
“I thought we were friends,” he said.
“We are friends, Toff.”
“Then why didn’t you tell me?”
“Why didn’t I tell you what?”
“That you’re gay. You told everybody else. I’m your best friend, and I had to find out from a dumb sign.” He gestured bitterly at the “Out of the Closet and Loving It” banner dangling from the ceiling behind us. The doorbell rang, and Dad hurried toward the front door, a big, welcoming grin already spreading across his face. In a flash of irritation, I started after him. He opened the door, and one of his coworkers from the museum walked in.
“Hey, Ben,” said the coworker. He had a small, brightly wrapped gift in his hands. “Where’s the kid of the hour?”
Dad looked around and spotted me coming up behind him. “There’s His Majesty now,” Dad said.
The coworker walked over to meet me. “Congratulations, Geordi, on your coming out. I picked up a little something for you to mark the occasion.” He held out the gift to me.
I took the present, and part of me wanted to smile and offer thanks. At the same time, I wanted to grab Dad before he could take off again. And I thought of Toff, who was angry with me for reasons I didn’t understand, and I wanted to find out what was going on with him. My brain must’ve short-circuited from all the conflicting impulses, because I froze for several moments and didn’t do anything.
Then Toff took it upon himself to solve part of my dilemma. He ran past me and out the front door.
Guest Post by Gene Gant – A native of Memphis, Tennessee, Gene Gant started out writing corporate training and policy manuals. He is happily devoting more time to writing fiction now. He spends his free time reading, watching movies, working out and enjoying the company of family and friends