Saturday, November 26, 2011

Take a break with SO's antho And The Prompt Is...

Oh computer is burning up with all my Christmas shopping I am thinking of doing! Thanksgiving went great - now the trials of the jolly o'bearded man are coming! hehe

If you need a break from your shopping and is a terrific read you should check out - The Story Orgy's first ever published anthology - And The Prompt Is... 

It's chocked full of something for everyone and available at Amazon and 1Place for Romance

Picking up Quinn
Em Woods
Will racer Quinn Rowan and tow truck driver Liam Nelson find that love is enough to cross even the greatest divide?

Finding Pleasure
JR Boyd
This yarn takes a glimpse inside the life of paramedic Sterling Kost, whom works side-by-side with his assigned partner and EMT Innocenzo Lucciano (aka Cenzo). Committed to discovering a place in the hospital, Sterling and Cenzo spend their lunch break scouring Methodist Medical Center of Dallas for a secluded location where they can be alone.

Havan Fellows (that's me! *giggles*)
Dwight's heartache leads him to the cemetery; where lessons are waiting to be learned and second chances are freely given.

The Old Soda Shop
Lee Brazil (that's my muse!)
Former college roommates Matt and Sam have a history. Will a chance encounter in the street lead to a second chance at love?

With This Ring
Hank Edwards
The Ritz Carlton Hotel, Central Park, is one of the most elegant and romantic hotels in the world, even for its employees. When Carl, a seasoned member of the maintenance team, meets Dylan, a younger bellboy, their attraction is undeniable. Carl and Dylan meet in rooms recently vacated by guests and slowly forge a relationship, but can they overcome the difference in their ages and, somehow, fulfill Dylan's dream of spending the night as a guest in the hotel?

Read the awesome review it got!

And here is a short excerpt of my story Farewell :)

So after walking and counting and then counting some more because he kept forgetting what came after three, he finally got to the grave that Grams mentioned.
He stood there paralyzed, reading the engraving; not even his inebriated state could have knocked him over at this point.
Riley Marksham
Wonderful son and brother
Trusted, devoted and loved partner
The world took you from us too early, but we will meet with you again soon
B – November 12, 1982
D – October 11, 2010

He remembered picking out this tombstone with his then future in-laws, how the cost of all that engraving would be phenomenal, but they insisted that he be included. He remembered thinking that soon would never be soon enough for him.
Most importantly, he now remembered what had brought him here this night exactly six months to the day after their car had been side swiped by a group of fucking asshole teenagers who had done as he did now, imbibed a little too much in the sauce and didn’t notice the red light.
Dwight himself had walked away from the accident almost unscathed, physically at least. His Riley though, well he was driving and between the front of the teenagers’ car embedding itself in the driver’s seat and the steering column embedding itself into Riley’s chest . . . Dwight sucked in some oxygen and forced those visuals out of his head.
He had seen the shrinks, listened to his family and Riley’s family mumble about survivor’s guilt:

“It’s normal to feel this way Dwight, but you have to live for Riley.”

“Riley wouldn’t want you wasting away to nothing, come over to eat dinner with us, you’re still considered family.”

“What would Riley say if he knew you were blowing off work and risking your job over him?”

Dwight hit the ground on his sore knees and screamed, “Riley fucking left me here! Who fucking cares what he would think or say! Damn you Riley Marksham! You swore to me you loved me! You swore you wouldn’t ever leave me! I need you! I don’t want to be here without you!” The tears flowed down his cheeks and he started the gibberish talk that always happened when someone poured out their hearts, like in all those movies that Riley and he stayed up late at night watching. “I can’t Riley . . . I can’t do this without you. It’s too hard, living is too hard. Every breath I take hurts me, every morning I wake up I feel the pain and hate myself for waking. Tonight, tonight I will go to you since you can’t come back to me. You’ll see, we will be together forever! You aren’t just my lover and friend, you’re my soul mate. The one meant to be mine, my other half; and I want . . . no I need my other half back! I need you Riley.”
He twisted his body and collapsed against the headstone repeating his mantra over and over again; “I need you Riley. I need you Riley.”
While he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out the pint of Cuervo Gold and the new bottle of sleeping pills, he kept up his chant; his ode to himself, his power words to keep his movements from halting.
It took him a couple of tries to break the seal on the bottle but he finally did, he tilted the pill bottle to his mouth and shook half of them in. It was even harder to open the new bottle of liquor, but he got that open also and washed the contents of his mouth down to his stomach. He repeated the process and emptied the pill container. He looked at the tequila, still two-thirds full, shrugged his shoulders and downed it in no more than six throat burning gulps.
“I’m coming baby, open your arms and welcome me back home, where I belong; in your arms . . .” He settled back as comfortable as he could and closed his eyes, feeling a peace he hadn’t felt for six months.
It took him a couple of tries to break the seal on the bottle but he finally did, he tilted the pill bottle to his mouth and shook half of them in.  It was even harder to open the new bottle of liquor, but he got that open also and washed the contents of his mouth down to his stomach.  He repeated the process and emptied the pill container.  He looked at the tequila, still two-thirds full, shrugged his shoulders and downed it in no more than six throat burning gulps.
“I’m coming baby, open your arms and welcome me back home, where I belong; in your arms . . .” He settled back as comfortable as he could and closed his eyes, feeling a peace he hadn’t felt for six months.

Friday, November 25, 2011

Flash Fiction Friday #6

Happy Friday everyone! 
Are you ready for the flashing to begin????

To all who celebrate - Happy Thanksgiving Day yesterday!
I'm still stuffed and trying to digest, that was some serious eats, let me tell you! Kudos to my sis - she played that kitchen like Hendrix plays his guitar! hehe

So this Friday Flash Fiction is a number of talented authors getting together to describe a picture with just 100 words, not 101...not 99 - 100 hits the mark.

Enough idle chatter? Well if you say so...but I personally say I never can get enough...*smirks*

Okay *unties trench coat* here are my goodies...

I opened the bathroom door and took in the scene—Harlan lay motionless in the bathtub, Ritchie poised over him, Ryder stood by his head and Geoff across the room, no one making eye contact with me and all in different stages of undress.

"What's going on?" I questioned.

Ritchie looked at me and sneered, "You did this, Havan! Are you happy now? You wouldn't allow Harlan to do what he needed to! Now live with the consequences of your actions!"

I sneered back, "Melodramatic much? It wasn't that bad! Fine! Next time you guys can freaking cook Thanksgiving dinner!"


And dear precisely why my sis cooks Thanksgiving dinner and not I.

If Harlan, Ryder and Ritchie have piqued your can see them in my short story, Harlan's Ryde, being released from Breathless Press next Friday, December 2nd, in the Story Orgy's anthology...Word Play!

*reties trench coat and holds out hand* for the fun part - let us blog hop to the next yummy!

Friday, November 18, 2011

Flash Fiction Friday #5

Happy FFF Friday!

Every Friday some freaking awesome talents get together with a single picture and decide to show you our goodies...that's right...*giggles and bounces on my chair*

So on the count of three let the flashing begin baby...




They sat there and looked at the picture. "I can't believe she hired a private dick to tail us and take freaking pictures!" Rio growled.

Bryce wrapped his arms around Rio's neck from behind and sighed, "Yeah, this is low even for her."

Bryce's sister walked into the room and saw the picture on the table. "Well hello baby brother," She nodded to Bryce then turned to Rio, "And hello, Juliet."

Rio jumped from the chair, "What the fuck? Why am I Juliet?"

"You are the one on the balcony." She smirked, snatched up the picture and walked away laughing.


Now time for us to go and be merry and join the flashing chain...come on...they won't bite - well some of them will...and one is way into licking...then there is our spanker of the group...but come on - what's a little FFF fun between friends?  *crooks finger as I walk backwards towards the next blog*

Lee BrazilJade Baiser ~ Lisa Worrall ~ Patricia Logan ~ Erika Pierce ~ Lindsey Gray ~ Heaven Liegh Eldeen ~ Gemma Parkes ~ Bonni Sansom ~ Sara York ~ Cyril J. Michael ~ Venus Cahill ~ Sherri Hayes ~ Benjamin Russell ~ Luna Ella Aldora ~ Yvonne Nicholas ~ Katie Harper ~ Lani Rhea ~ Cassandre Dayne

Friday, November 11, 2011

Flash Fiction Friday #4


We made it one more week! And to celebrate I'm doing another Flash Fiction Friday with the Will Blog for Sex group! Yea me! This yummy picture was chosen by yours truly ... I hope you enjoy! :)

Mic stood there with the gun pressing into his back. "My wallet is in my back pocket. Take it, I won't fight you."

"I know you won't fight me, Mic." He growled out Mic's name.

Mic froze, "How do you know my name? Who're you?"

The gun disappeared and something else hard pressed against him, lower but just as lethal. Arms wrapped around him, a hand held his throat while the other ripped his shirt open and thumbed his nipple.

"I'm not your enemy, pain and money isn't my motivation. Well not too much pain, that is." The voice chuckled.


There you have it ... *tucks gun in my waistband and ties my trench coat* ... until next time ... don't go walking down any dark street alone *winks*

Oh - and use these nifty links below to read some more flashers fodder!

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Second Chances with Lee Brazil ...

Click on this gorgeous cover for link
from Breathless Press
Today is a good day! I got Lee Brazil to come visit me on hump day! How freaking awesome is that???

Of course I had to promise not to handcuff him to the chair…um…again *hangs head* but he's here and it is sooooooo worth the sacrifice! hehe

Now I know I love to babble on and on about nothing and everything that turns out to be nothing…but today I'm just going to hand the floor over to my handsome muse and let him do his thing—cause his thing is always the best! *big smiles*

*blushes* Havan! I can't believe…Well, yes I can. Ordinarily at this part of a post I'd be thanking my hostess and introducing myself. Havan's covered who I am, *chuckles* perhaps a bit too thoroughly, so I'll just add to that that I write primarily m/m romance with a tiny bit of m/f thrown in.

I'm here today to talk about second chances, and if you know me and my muse at all, you know we get a lot of practice at second chances!

As a teacher, I was programmed in ed psych classes to believe in second chances. And third. And fourth. We firmly believed that no one was irredeemable, that with the right amount of understanding, the right approach, everyone could succeed.

Apply that to relationships.

How many second chances do you give someone you love? I don't mean for the everyday little things that we do that offend our loved ones.

Oh, come on. Don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about. Your lover squeezes the toothpaste tube from the middle. It bothers you, you know it does. Do you say anything? Do you grumble under your breath while you adjust the tube and squeeze it carefully from the bottom? Do you smile and kiss him when he brings you the paper and a cup of coffee on the patio as though you weren't just cussing him out in your head during the whole three minute brushing interlude?

Of course you do. Because you love him and forgive him his sins. You'll reshape that tube of toothpaste every fricking day for the rest of your life, because you love that kiss.

Or, you send him off to the store to get some things you really need. He goes with a cheery smile and a nod. You spend the whole time he's away wondering if he heard what you said. When he comes back from the grocery store with country style orange juice instead of pulp free, you might scowl. You might pout. You might even say something snide. But you aren't kicking his pulp loving ass to the curb. Because you love that smiling willingness to brave the grocery store for you.

I'd even venture so far as to say that at times you've rolled your eyes in the bed room. How many times did you show the love of your life the exact spot on the back of your neck where a judiciously applied bite will have ecstatic results? How many times do you draw his attention to what makes you crazy in bed, and how patient are you while he learns this lesson?

I'll bet you are very, very patient on this one. Because teaching is fun. And you love him.

And so you'll give him an endless number of chances to squeeze the tube of toothpaste, right, to buy the right kind of juice, to bite in the exact right spot with the exact right amount of pressure.

Exactly. And he does the same for you. No one is perfect. We forgive little things in those we love all the time, every day.

But what if he betrays you?

Do you offer a second chance?

Do you forgive?

*sighs* I would forgive you anything…*sits up and looks around…blushes* Um…I mean good questions! So, if I beg real purdy like and sit still and promise not to interrupt will you read us your blurb and excerpt from Loving Jacob?

*smiles indulgently* Well, I was going to do that anyway…so…sure.

*curls up next to my muse and listens to his sexy voice fill my sense with one of the best books I've read this year*

A story of lust, love, betrayal

And second chances

When Malcom Jenner's sex-on-the-side turns into more, he isn't above begging for a second chance.

Malcolm is looking for a bit of fun, nothing serious. He's got duties and responsibilities, after all. He doesn't usually choose his lovers from the office, but his attraction to Jacob Renault is too compelling to resist.

However, Jacob isn't interested in temporary. He want it all, Prince Charming the castle, the happily ever after. There's no rule that says he can't have fun while he's searching for his prince though.

At first neither is willing to compromise their stance, but an agreement is reached, with each man planning to do his best to subvert the other to his viewpoint. Lust turns to love, and what's impossible becomes merely improbably, but is it going to be enough?


Malcolm gritted his teeth and reminded himself that an office fling with a man who had to be at least ten years his junior was out of the question. He and Penny had long since relinquished any pretense of monogamy in their marriage and reached an amicable agreement to conduct their affairs discreetly out of respect for their son and their friendship. Fucking purple-eyed twinks in the elevator at work? Not discreet.

He kept his gaze focused on the gleaming silver metal of the doors as the elevator made its excruciatingly slow way up to the third floor. His glance flicked to the reflection beside his. The younger man stood casually, shoulders propped against the wall, licking pink lips. His purple gaze in the hazy reflection was focused…fuck…on Malcolm's obvious erection beneath his dark dress pants. Discretion. Discretion. He snarled at his libido. There will be no casual hookups with people from the office, he warned his eager cock. He shifted to the side slightly, hoping to hide the evidence of his arousal from the other man. Damn it. That kid had the sexiest eyes he'd ever seen. He wanted like hell to see them glaze over as he fucked the tight ass hinted at by the khaki pants he wore. He didn't go much for the intimacy of face-to-face encounters, but for the sight of those eyes and that mouth in the throes of orgasm, he'd make an exception. His tendency toward quick casual encounters disguised his preference for male partners and kept word of his homosexuality from getting back to his parents, his partners in the firm, and out to the public.

A law office, like any other place of business, was a microcosm of the world at large. Malcolm knew from being on the receiving end of gossip from his secretary Marge that every action and interaction between employees was fodder for the gossip mill. Being the subject of water cooler gossip lacked appeal and offended his sense of dignity, as did the knowledge that he apparently couldn't control his urges around the tech guy.

He threw in the towel and gave up the fight against his attraction to the young man from the technology department. Malcolm caught that sultry purple gaze on his cock for what must have been the hundredth time. The slight young man brushed against him in an intentional teasing slide while he tried to exit the elevator on the second floor.

Impulsively, Malcolm grabbed Jacob's hand and pulled him back inside the otherwise-empty space. He kept that small, soft hand locked in his own as he allowed the heavy metal doors to slam shut and the elevator to rise to his own floor. There he slapped his palm against the button that prevented the doors from opening. He'd had all the titillation he could stand. Malcolm swept the young man into his embrace. He tilted Jacob's head upward with one hand and dropped his mouth passionately, almost brutally, to kiss the other man. His other hand tangled in the black curls that had taunted his senses over the past weeks. He forced the soft pink lips apart, then swept his tongue inside. Instantly he was absorbed in the heated, slick haven of Jacob's mouth. The honeyed sweetness drew him further in and his tongue eagerly sought the textures and flavors that had been hidden there.Fuck. He could drown in the wet heat he found behind those soft lips. It was addictive. Jacob didn't even try to escape the kiss; in fact, he seemed to be doing his best to encourage it. He brushed his tongue against Malcolm's, sweeping it gently along the roof of his mouth, seeking and finding the sweetest spots. Both men were panting heavily when they separated.

You can pick Loving Jacob up at Breathless Press ... Amazon ... ARe

psssst ... now can I get the handcuffs? *giggles*

Friday, November 4, 2011

Flash Fiction Friday #3

Oh boy!  It's Friday!  Yea!!!!
And I have a little tidbit here to share with you all - hope you enjoy my flashing ... hehe

"A sacrifice. Just because I'm the daughter of Puck, King of the Woodland Sprites, I have to get sacrificed?"
"Dear heart, your father means well. This is tradition. And watch your speak."
Windermere rolled her eyes and raised her arms to slide on her slip dress. She lifted her alabaster hair and let everything fall properly into place.
"You hate me!"
Leaves crunching from behind and a voice that ignited every nerve-ending stopped her.
"My little lamb, is that what you think marriage to me will be, a sacrifice?"
Windermere defiantly looked up at her betrothed. "Yes."
"No." He chuckled.

*closes trench coat quickly*  That's it ... that's all you get today ... but come on back next Friday and I'll make sure to have some more interesting tidbits for you to ogle ... mwah!

Oh and don't forget to hop on over to the other talented authors' blogs and enjoy their flashers ... I'm right behind you ... :)