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Story Orgy presents: Judging Jude...pt.9

2012-03-12T05:00:00.000-04:00

Happy Story Orgy Hook Up Monday!

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Just a reminder…both Em Woods and Lee Brazil have new releases out! *squeals* That means more good reads for us…*dances around in a circle*…Find their new releases with blurbs and buy links here…

My Virgin interviews are going poppingly…*giggles*…I was pleasured with Sara York's company last Wednesday and TA Chase will be sitting with me this Wednesday…the list of them are to the right…stop on by and enjoy! *winks*

This week's prompt: Your character's best girl friend is having a spring themed potluck at her house. He thinks she has ulterior motives. What happens?

And now for your reading pleasure…

Judging Jude

pt. 9

Billy stretched out on the cramped couch. Another night at Dr. Haims's house, he thought. He wanted to ask Jude to come to his place and stay for awhile. He understood the withdrawal and issues that Jude was looking to face. But he couldn't justify requesting that. And he sure didn't expect Jude to agree to something like that when the more sensible answer would be for him to bunk at Wally's.

The idea of Jude at Wally's churned Billy's insides.

He stood, scratched his stomach and headed to the kitchen and fixed himself a glass of orange juice.

"Alright Jude. You feeling like eggs or cereal for breakfast today?" He asked out loud to himself. The true question was did he feel like cooking or not.

He set the glass down and headed to the guest bathroom with his agenda for the day. Nora, his best girlfriend, was throwing a pot luck luncheon and had insisted on his attendance. He knew she had something up her sleeve, she didn't go out of her way to bully him into stuff without a reason. He suspected she wanted to address what had happened a couple months ago at his New Year's Eve party. She liked to play the ditzy blonde but she caught everything.

She wouldn't approve of his interest in Jude. Did he really want to take the time away from Jude in his hardest moments to bring a baked ziti dish to someone he wasn't accountable to?

To be cont'd…

The fun is never over with just one turn – we are the Story Orgy remember *big grin* – so head on over to the next pleasure blog and enjoy multiples with us . . .

Em Woods' story: click here
Lee Brazil's story: click here
Hank Edwards' story: click here
JR Boyd's story: click here
Jade Baiser's story: click here

Flash Friday Fiction #15

2012-03-09T05:00:00.000-05:00

Happy Friday Everyone!!!

Are you ready for the flashing to begin????

So this Friday Flash Fiction is a number of talentedauthors getting together to describe a picture with just 100 words, not101...not 99 - 100 hits the mark.

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

I grabbed Josh's arm as he walked by and whispered in his ear,"Look, he's doing it again. Just laying there practically naked staringout the window. You think he's peeping on some prime flesh?"

"I don't know…how often does he do this?"

"Every Sunday morning, I know, I make it a point to be hometo glimpse him in his tighty whities."

"Yeah, that's a good look for him."

"I'm waiting for my laundry to dry, jackasses! Now come inhere and take my mind off our slow ass dryer or close the damn door so I cansleep!"

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May we bow our heads for a moment of silence to thanktechnology for its lack of speed…*bows head and peeks at tighty whities onemore time*…oh-kay…*grabs your hand and makes the leap giggling* now for the funpart—let's blog hop to the next yummy morsel awaiting our presence!

Lee Brazil ~ Patricia Logan ~ Bonni Sansom ~ Sara York ~ Cyril J. Michael ~ Venus Cahill ~ Yvonne Nicholas ~ Muffy Wilson ~ Naomi Shaw ~ Lani Rhea ~ Cassandre Dayne ~ Katie Harper ~ ER Pierce ~ CR Guiliano ~ Michelle Chatton ~ BL Rawiya

Like a Virgin with Sara York...

2012-03-07T09:28:00.000-05:00

When SaraYork was like a virgin…

So…in honor of my firstsolo release coming out soon…I've decided to celebrate by talking to some verytalented authors about some of their first releases! *giggles* You see…it isn'tall about me all the time…but I do love weaseling my way into the mix most ofthe time…hehe

I can't tell you howlong I've been waiting to get some one on one time with my next Virginvictim…um…I mean guest *blushes*. She's sassy! She's brilliant! She's ballsy!And I've got her attention for the rest of the day! *bouncing around the roomfist pumping air*…hmmmmm…I wonder if I can finish this interview in less thanfive minutes and attempt my ravaging plans on her the rest of the day…*facepalm* Did I say that out loud? *smirks and winks*

So…without furtherado…because oh yeah—I can soooooo cut myself off from babbling *giggles*…hereis the ultra hot and heavy Sara York! *wolf whistles and whoop whoop's as I lead thebeauty to the back porch two-seater swing and plop down next to her* Hope youdon't mind…it's so pretty out here and this swing is nice and cozy…*pushes offwith feet to get us swinging* (oh yeah, all puns intended…hehe)

I love porch swings, so let’s get to rocking.

Yay!!! So, let's start this offwith the basics…tell us about Princess Slave.

Princess Slave came about in a flurry of what if’s. Ava isa princess, destined to be married off by her father to increase theirpolitical ties. She looks forward to helping her planet achieve more power.However, the evil king of Zebulun, Ean, has plans for her. She’s his sex slavenow and she has to fight to survive.

Why did you choose TheWild Rose Press to publish this first short of yours…was there somethingspecial there or just fate?

At the time there weren’t too many epublishers. It seemedlike a good fit. Looking back, I’m glad I had the experience. They set the barhigh for what I would expect in the future from other publishers.

I assume you had morethan one work in progress when you published Princess Slave…what madeyou decide this would be your first book published?

Actually, I didn’t have anything else going. I had toddlersto watch after so I didn’t have too much writing time. I wrote very slow backthen, almost painfully slow.

Okay…about me for asecond *big smiles*…I'm personally going through some withdrawal anxieties withmy boys… did you have any withdrawal pains when you sent Jaron and Ava outthere in the big bad world?

Yes, I always do. I want to keep the book all to myself,secreting it away so only I can drool over the characters. There’s a magic thathappens sometimes between the author and the characters. I’ve fallen in lovemore than once with my characters. Right now I’m having a secret affair withone of the characters of a book I’m working on. He’s hot, smart, sexy andwonderful.

I can't wait to meet him!

Book 2 of the
Princess of Gemariah series

Looking back—now thatyou have more experience under your belt—would you change anything about PrincessSlave or your way of handling its release?

Most assuredly! When the contract was up with The Wild RosePress, I went back through Princess Slave and changed a few things. Then I putit up on Amazon as self-published. I’m still doing some of my books withpublishers, but I’m also doing more self-publishing.

If you had to turn theexperience of publishing your first book into an erotic novel…what would you titleit?

Pain and Torture that Lasts Forever

I hear you there*giggles*

What color would youlabel your first foray in publishing your book and why?

Dark red. I loved having my first book out there, but Ilearned so much with that experience. I’m too nice to my editors and I don’tspeak up enough. That first experience taught me to ask questions. I still amtoo nice, but I do ask about books when I think it’s taking too long.

Now…just because I like thehit 'em hard and fast route…*winks*…here are a few quickies for us about your heroand heroine…answer can only be Ava or Jaron…

Most likely to snag atransport for a joyride…Jaron

Most likely to get bodyart (tattoo)…Jaron

Most likely to eat foodin bed *winks*…Ava

Most likely to be sillyand break out into a song and dance number…Jaron

Most likely to find astray animal and bring it home…Ava

Most likely to blow offplans and talk the other into staying in bed all day…Jaron

Most likely to have asweet tooth…Ava

In a silly battle ofwills…most likely to refrain from…um…pleasuring themselves the longest…Ava

And now for my favoritepart…*rests head on Sara's perfect shoulder and bats eyes at her*…tell me astory please…about a beautiful and fiery princess and the man that enters herlife…

Blurb:

Princess Ava Timna isprisoner of the king of Zebulun, doomed to become his sex slave. Escape meanscertain death but staying only delays the inevitable—the loss of her virginity.To her people, her virginity is sacred, something to be treasured and given asa gift to her future husband. Wedding King Ean isn't an option as he's rough,known for defiling women and casting them aside. She expects abuse andharshness at his hands, yet his gentle touch leaves her breathless and achingfor more. Could she be attracted to him?

King Ean of Zubulun has a secret—he’s actually Jaron, Ean's identical twin on amission to restore order and honor to the planet he loves. Keeping Ava prisonerweighs on his conscious. Returning her to her people would blow his cover andresult in their deaths. Keeping her means giving in to the lustful fire burningin his loins, knowing all the while he's lying to the one woman he wishes couldbe more than his princess slave.

Find Princess Slave at…Amazon

Excerpt:

Her captor pulled his robe off and threw it to the floor. Avasucked in a startled gasp as he joined her under the spray. She kept her eyesglued to a spot on the wall, not daring to peek at his tight stomach or leanlegs. She didn't even want to think about the other parts, the ones she wasn'tsupposed to know anything about.

Warm water cascaded over their bodies,sending rivulets of pleasure running down her skin. He turned her around so shecould no longer see his face. His hands were on her, rubbing a slick bar ofsoap over her flesh. She wanted to rebel against his touch but couldn't moveaway from the calming relief being clean brought.

A wave of shock hit her as he covered onebreast with his hand. His fingers caressed her, stroking her nipple until itformed an urgent peak. The vibrating rush from his touch turned her body tomolten fire. She wanted to be able to shrug off his touch and she should have,but part of her wanted to encourage him. To find out how much higher she'd feelif he kept touching her.

Her ass pressed against his erection, andhis shaft slid between the slit of her cheeks. She grew hot as erotic images ofthem connected filled her mind. The silky tip of his cock filling her pussyleft her gasping for breath. The explicitness of her thoughts made fear runthrough her mind, leaving her wishing for escape. She pushed the thoughts of sexaway, fighting the pull to turn around and let him do as he wished.

She gasped and jumped forward, swingingaround to face him. "I won't let you do this."

He chuckled, amusement filled his eyes."You don't seem to be in the position to deny me."

She spat in his face. "I would diebefore I let you touch me."

Story Orgy presents: Judging Jude...pt.8

2012-03-05T05:00:00.000-05:00

Happy Story Orgy Monday!

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We've got winners! *bouncing up and down* I want to thank all the people who took the time to send in prompts for our Road Trip contest…if you go here you will see the full list of not only winners…but the prompts that put them there!

What a week the Story Orgy writers had! Both Em Woods and Lee Brazil had releases last week! *squeals* That means more good reads for us…*dances around in a circle*…Find their new releases with blurbs and buy links here…

My Virgin interviews are going poppingly…*giggles*…Hank joined me last Wednesday and Sara York is gonna be my main interest on this Wednesday…the list of them are to the right…stop on by and enjoy! *winks*

This week's prompt: In a bit of magic, your character gets to relive one birthday...

And now for your reading pleasure…

Judging Jude

pt. 8

Jude walked out of the bedroom cautiously. The Doc should be asleep by now since he left Jude's room over an hour ago. Jude could tell from his voice that he was worn out and tired. Jude fought the stab of guilt that threatened him. He didn't ask to be here. He didn't ask to be a burden on anyone.

If those two bungle heads left him alone on his couch he would've woken up eventually.

His head hurt and the clothes he wore scratched his skin mercilessly. Cramps, he was cramping also. His skin was too small for his frame. And his damn toes hurt, what was up with that? He just needed something light, something to take the edge off.

Jude figured since he was in the Doc's condo there had to be something around here that would take some of the sting out of his eyeballs. He wasn't looking for a complete high, just a little something to ease his way.

Now to make sure he didn't wake anyone up in the process.

He passed a snoring Billy on the couch and smiled. Okay, that was cute. The snoring wasn't too loud, and it kind of rolled on the tail end. He could see himself falling asleep to that soft noise. Waking in the middle of the night drenched in sweat from one of his nightmares, hearing that familiar sound and falling back asleep to peaceful dreams. Talk about looking forward to something weird.

He sidestepped the couch and made his way into the kitchen, deciding on the obvious solution first. Unfortunately no alcohol hid in the fridge, not even behind the tall bottles of juice and sugar-free flavored waters. Juice and flavored waters? What the fuck was that all about?

He quietly opened and closed all the cupboards but there wasn't anything worthy of his efforts. Not even vanilla extract. He debated between searching the bathroom or the attached garage for something he could huff, when his eyes settled on the calendar.

He leaned against the counter behind him and exhaled harshly. Oh shit, it was almost March. How could he forget…how the hell did the time fly so quickly? He had a birthday coming up. He would be what…twenty-six? Holy shit, he had to think about how old he was?

Well that was par for the course with him. Ever since his childhood years he stopped counting on birthdays to be happy days. Only two that he could remember were truly good in all of his twenty-seven years. Yeah, that's right, he's turning twenty-seven this month not twenty-six.

The first one happened almost twenty-two years ago, when he turned five. His father was still alive. In fact it was the last birthday that he celebrated with his father. They were at a park, with all his friends and a huge birthday cake. His mother hadn't come, she was busy doing something more exciting. But he didn't mind. His father was there and that was all he cared about. They had played hide and seek, and his father was the only parent that played with the kids. Oh, the piñata—shaped like a space ship. His father had searched all over the tri-county area for the perfect one. All the kids got at least two tries at it before it yielded its goodies to them.

He cringed when he accidently pinned Frannie with the donkey's tail. She thought it meant he liked her, but it just meant he wasn't able to peek from under the bandanna like he tried to. His father had made sure his eyes were fully covered.

He eyed the presents on the picnic table, not the table with the food, the one on the other side of the play area. His father had made sure there were way too many presents for them to share a table with anything.

"Can I open them now, daddy? Please, please, please!" He ran to the table hollering over his shoulder.

He started picking them up, shaking them to separate the clothes from the toys as his father's hand landed on his shoulder.

"Son, it's great that your friends gave you all these presents. But the more important thing is that they came here to celebrate with you. Gifts are great, but them sharing their time is better."

Judas put the box he shook half to death back down and looked up at his father. He knew what his father wanted him to do, and no matter how much he wanted to open the gifts right then, his father was right. He turned to face the two dozen friends and smiled at them. "Thanks you all for bringing me lots of presents!"

His father cleared his throat and Jude grinned.

"And thanks for playing with me today too!" He looked up at his daddy. "Now can I?"

"I'm proud of you Judas, and yes, now you can open them." Jude swiped at his father's hand that mussed up his hair and grabbed that gift that he shook. That one was a toy, he just knew it.

Judas shook his head and cleared those memories. His father was dead and buried, and his mother had more exciting things to do then visit his grave. Some things never change.

He limped toward the door that he thought led to the garage. He figured the good shit would be in the Doc's bathroom, and he wasn't up to sneaking through his bedroom to get to them.

The only time his mother didn't have more exciting things to do was when her new husband demanded her attention. Oh, she always had time for him.

On Jude's twelfth birthday his mother, in one of the rare moments that she actually talked to him, had promised they would have a get together. It most certainly wouldn't be a party, because she didn't want to hassle with everything a party would entail. But she promised him cake that year, cake and chips. He was looking forward to it, it was forever since he had last celebrated his birthday.

His sour attitude ensured that he didn't have many friends to invite, but Wally promised to wrangle up some guys so they could have an all-nighter party in the basement. That way his mother wouldn't have to keep an eye on them.

Something was wrong, though. Why was his mom all decked out in the only skirt she owned, with make-up on? His step-dad had his pleated pants on too, he never wore those.

"Um…mom?" He shuffled up to her and stared at the floor. "The guys will be over in a few, where did you put the cake and snacks for us?"

He felt the air empty out of her lungs onto his bent head. "Honestly, Judas. You are too old to be having slumber parties. Go up to bed, Janie will be over in a couple of hours to watch you. You stay in bed until she gets here."

He jerked his head up and caught her already walking to the front door. "But my birthday. You promised!"

"She's your mother, she can unpromise all she likes. I made plans that override whatever it is you wanted. You're the kid, remember? Now do what we tell you to and go to bed." His step-father didn't even bother turning to look at him when he spoke.

"It's only five, and my friends are coming over."

"Judas just go, okay. And if Janie tells us anything about your friends being over here you'll be grounded again. Maybe if you listened better you would get more." With that his mother and step-dad left, closing and locking the door behind them.

He remembered calling Wally and screaming at him that a party was stupid. What almost teenage boy even cared about birthdays and parties. He didn't.

Judas slumped against the car in the garage, his whole body feeling the effects of his field trip. Looking around the two car garage he spied some Gladiator cabinets in the far corner. If there were any chemicals worth huffing that's where they would be. He walked over and opened the diamond plated cabinets. Moving the contents slowly around to make the minimum amount of noise, his hand ran over a leather tool sling.

"It's made of real leather, Jude." Nick pushed the bracelet into his hand.

"Yeah, it's nice kid. So everyone in your family has one of these? That's kinda weird." He tried to hand the bracelet back with one hand while he took a bite out of his jelly and butter sandwich with the other.

"Weird? Nope, it's the best. My older brother Billy picked out mine for me. Even helped me put the copper clasp on it here. See?" He pushed Jude's hand back and pointed to the matching clasp.

"Tell me something, when you all go to sleep in that big house does someone call out 'G'night John boy'?" He chuckled at his joke and popped the rest of his sandwich in his mouth.

Nick laughed also, "You're too much, Judas. No we don't do that, but we do eat dinner together every night. Will you come over for dinner one night? Mama makes the best lasagna, she even makes her own meatballs for it. She said I could invite you over as a thank you."

"Nah, not my scene, Nick. Moms don't do it for me, ya know?" He turned the bracelet over in his hand again. "It's a good bracelet, Nick. Real good."

"Yo Nicky Kinicky! We've been looking for you. My friend here tells me you owe him some money. Ready to pay up?"

Jude shook his head slowly. These idiots would never learn would they? He saw Nick start to shake and tapped the back of his hand as he rose from their table. He leisurely turned toward the bully and smiled at him.

"CeeCee, how's them hanging on ya." He glanced down and winced. "Small and shriveled again I see. Damn, you know I think your doctor could prescribe you something for that."

"Jude, you don't want none of this. Best just walk away from your little boyfriend and let us do our business. You can't take us all on."

Jude heard Nick's breathing quicken behind him. He twisted and handed Nick his bracelet back. "Hold this and stay right here. This shouldn't take long. Good thing we decided to eat lunch outside today, huh?" He winked at Nick and turned to face CeeCee again, just to get surprised by a fist to his cheek.

Even though the side of his face was bursting with pain he had to chuckle. The coward couldn't throw a proper punch if his life depended on it.

He spit a good bloody loogey onto CeeCee's white sneaker and when CeeCee looked down to see the infraction Jude brought his right fist up and connected with his nose. CeeCee dropped to his knees, holding his nose and mumbling about it being broken.

Jude planted his foot on the boy's meaty shoulder and shoved hard. "Don't be a baby. It ain't broken, nothing crunched. But if you want me to get the principal and you can explain why we are all busted up I'll have Nick fetch him right now."

He spit again to the side of CeeCee's head and looked at the other boys who were circling him. "Ya'll saw what I did to him after he got his sucker punch in. Any of you wanna do something face to face? Or should I turn my back on you too so you have a fighting chance?"

The next biggest took a step toward Jude, looked him in the eye, then shouted to Nick over Jude's head, "This ain't over kid!"

"Oh that's original. Yeah it is, when are ya'll gonna get it through your knuckle heads that Nick hangs with me?"

When they were gone, including CeeCee, he sat back down with Nick.

"That was great, Jude!"

Jude shrugged and ate the apple he snagged from his teacher's desk. He was beginning to think his teacher was purposely putting them there to be pilfered.

"So Jude, today's your birthday right?"

"So what if it is?" He shrugged again.

Nick fidgeted with that damn leather bracelet before holding it out to Jude. "I want you to have this. As a present from me to you. Happy birthday."

Jude hesitated, staring at the simple piece of leather, knowing what it meant to Nick. "No. You keep it."

Nick's face fell. "But I want you to have it."

"It's ugly, I'll never wear it. Probably won't even fit me."

"Oh."

Jude sighed. "Let me look at that thing." He held it up and admired it. The bracelet really wasn't ugly. It was well made and unique. He grabbed his backpack and attached the leather to the zipper. "Hey, it matches pretty damn close, don't ya think?"

Nick's smile returned full wattage. "Yeah! It looks…um…damn good on your backpack!"

Leaning forward he cuffed Nick on the side of the head. "Hey! Don't cuss. That isn't you. Don't let it be, yeah?"

"Fuck yeah, found it!" Jude mumbled to himself as he pulled out a can of spray paint. He grabbed some shop towels also and closed the cabinets back up.

He copped a squat on the surprisingly clean garage floor and popped the top off of the spray bottle.

To be cont'd…

The fun is never over with just one turn – we are the Story Orgy remember *big grin* – so head on over to the next pleasure blog and enjoy multiples with us . . .

Em Woods' story: click here
Lee Brazil's story: click here
Hank Edwards' story: click here
JR Boyd's story: click here
Jade Baiser's story: click here

Like a Virgin with Hank Edwards...

2012-02-29T05:00:00.000-05:00

When Hank Edwards was like a virgin…

So…in honor of my first solo release coming out soon…I've decided to celebrate by talking to some very talented authors about their first solo release! *giggles* You see…it isn't all about me all the time…but I do love weaseling my way into the mix most of the time…hehe

Today I've got the dashing and debonair Hank Edwards sharing the love seat with me…I'm his #1 Hankie!!!! *waggles eyebrows and pats cushion even closer to me*…He's answering a few questions about his first ever release Fluffers, Inc. and after that we get a yummy taste straight from the source…*giggles and bounces* gotta love that!

*scoots closer to Hank and smiles saucily* Hello you big, strong, smart, yummy man…thanks for allowing me to drag you over to my blog today…

Oh, this is just for today? (pushes overnight bag under love seat with foot). Ahem, so, thanks for having me. I'm glad to be here, and I love talking about Charlie Heggensford, he's my all time favorite character that sprang from my imagination and onto the page.

Oh he is a character…He's the type that you just gotta like and hope for the best! So, let's start this off with the basics…tell us about your first ever release…

Well, I was about thirteen, I think, and watching The Six Million Dollar Man…

Whoa big boy…let's finish that conversation later on in private…I kinda sorta meant your first book release…*face goes red as I take notes for Hank and my private moments later* Hold on one more moment…*jots another thought down*…okay, I'm ready now *smirks*…soooooooo about Fluffers, Inc.…

Yes, well, way, way back in 1999, I started writing erotic short stories and selling them to magazines like American Bear, Bear, and 100% Beef. It was fun, but it was limiting because word counts were, at most, 5,000 words per story. I had the idea for a dispatch service for fluffers and a clumsy fluffer fresh off the farm and thought, "Hey, I'll write a series of short stories and sell them to a magazine, like an erotic Armistead Maupin!" Well, my very logical and encouraging partner suggested I package the stories up and submit it as a novel and, voila! Charlie was born.

Oh that partner of yours is the best, you know…*looks around as I finger comb my hair* um…did he come with you today? *blushes* sorry…got a lil sidetracked…Tell us, why did you publish with Lethe Press…was there something special there or just fate?

Actually, the book was first published in September 2002 by Alyson Publications. They were having some money issues and let the book go out of print in 2007, and I thought that would be the end of it. But then, in 2008, I got an email from Steve Berman at Lethe Press asking if I would be interested in publishing it through them and I, of course, jumped at the chance. I had written two sequels that I thought would never get published and was excited to give Charlie another chance. In February of 2009 Fluffers, Inc. was once more in print and, not long after, the two sequels: A Carnal Cruise and Vancouver Nights, which was a finalist for a Lambda Literary Award for Gay Erotica in 2010.

3rd sequel to Fluffers, Inc.
finalist for a Lambda Literary Award
for Gay Erotica 2010

That's something terrific! You have got to be proud of Charlie and especially of Vancouver Nights! I assume you had more than one work in progress when you published Fluffers, Inc.…what made you decide this would be your first book published?

Actually, I was just writing short stories at the time and this book sort of came together (chuckles) all by itself. Charlie was a lot of fun to write.

Okay…about me for a second *strikes a pose and preens*…I'm personally going through some withdrawal anxieties with my boys… did you have any withdrawal pains when you sent your boys out there in the big bad world?

I did! I missed Charlie and Rock and Billy and Kinitia and even Cedric so much I had to write two sequels!

Looking back—now that you have more experience under your belt—would you change anything about Fluffers, Inc. or your way of handling its release?

You know, the books get slammed for having way too much sex in them (I know! Too much sex?!), but my goal with the first book was to have something sexy and something funny happen in each chapter because I was thinking they would be separate short stories in stroke magazines. Now, if I were to rewrite the book today, I'd cut out some of the sex scenes. But, really, I do love the story, and the characters.

Oh come on…no such thing as too much sex…and I get what you mean with something hot in each 'chapter'…*giggles and winks*

So big boy…if you had to turn the experience of publishing your first book into an erotic novel…what would you title it?

Quick and Dirty

Bk two of the
Charlie Heggensford trilogy

Oh that's…um…*squirms on couch* Yeah…what color would you label your first foray in publishing your book and why?

Green – it was like spring time for me. I was so excited about my first book! I had always dreamed of the day and it really made me feel like all those hours sitting at the computer were justified.

Now I'm sure you've been asked this before…but seriously, this book is hilarious and the OMG moments don't stop! How…Where…Why…HOW did you get this idea and your imagination…um…did I mention wow? *rereads* I'm sure there is a question or two in there somewhere…*blushes*

LOL!! Yeah, I have no idea where I came up with some of those things. I read the book today and am amazed at the craziness. I just knew that Charlie was a good person who cared about others, he just liked to show it in very intimate ways. And he seemed to have a bad luck streak following him around. Chairs would break, he'd trip and fall, if something could go wrong, when Charlie was around, it would. My partner helped me come up with some of the scenarios, but most were just based on Charlie and his war with gravity.

Now…just because I like to swing it at you and see if you can catch it baby…*winks*…here are a few quickies for us about your boys…answer with Charlie or Rock…

Most likely to get down and dirty in public (um…duh *heads desk*)… Ha! Both!!

Most likely to wear a fedora and rock it… Rock, definitely.

Most likely to eat food in bed *winks*… Rock, he's playful

Most likely to be found barefoot… Rock, he likes to be naked

Most likely to find a stray kitten and bring her home… Charlie, so sweet

Most likely to be caught wearing women's lingerie… Charlie, but mostly because it was the only thing available after he ruined his own clothes or something. Ha!

Most likely to have a sweet tooth… Charlie

In a silly battle of wills…most likely to refrain from…um…pleasuring themselves the longest… LOL! Um, I'll say Rock, he's kind of competitive

In a sillier battle of wills…most likely to come first in a race to completion… Charlie, that boy can shoot off faster than anyone!

And now for my favepart…well besides Hank telling me sweet whispers in my ear *blushes*…*cuddlesup to Hank and pulls his kitties, Riley and Emma, on our laps*…okay handsometell us the story of a simple cutie named Charlie…

Blurb:
Charlie Heggensford is fresh off a farm in Idaho when he stumbles (literally) into the office of Fluffers, Inc., where his natural talents are quickly put to use getting male porn stars in the "mood" to perform. Along with the rest of the gang at Fluffers, Inc., Charlie encamps on a serious of hilarious and sexy misadventures.

Find Fluffers, Inc. here—Amazon…Barnes & Noble…ARe

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Excerpt:

As Charlie watched the men writhing before him, his cock began to throb. The sun was hot out in the open and he peeled off his flannel shirt, exposing his broad, tanned, hairy chest. Work on the farm and a weight set in his parents’ basement had helped him build up his physique. He kept his eyes on the actors by the pool and reached down to massage his expanding cock.

“You the fluffer?” a deep voice asked and Charlie jumped. He had been so absorbed in the couple being filmed he had failed to notice the man sitting in a chaise to his left. The sun was behind the man and spiked directly into Charlie’s eyes.

“Uh, yeah,” Charlie stammered, squinting in the glare. “Are you a member of the crew?” He stepped forward and shaded his eyes.

“In a manner of speaking,” the man replied. “I’m Rock Harding.”

“Oh, nice to meet you.” Charlie looked the nude man over in awe. He was built like a ton of bricks. Every muscle in his body was crisply defined beneath a smooth layer of tanned skin. A thin coating of dark hair covered his body, thicker on his forearms. His cock lay soft between his legs, resting on the cushion formed by his shaved, pendulous balls. He had a square jaw with a shallow cleft in his chin, two days of stubble, dark, close cropped hair and deep brown eyes that pinned Charlie to the spot. “Oh,” Charlie breathed at the sight of him. “Are you an actor?”

“No. I’m a porn star.” Rock said and spread his legs, resting a foot to either side of the chaise. “I would like to be up and fully aroused in about five minutes. Think you can do that?”

“I can try,” Charlie mumbled and fell to his knees alongside the gorgeous hunk of man before him. He slurped up Rock’s stocky prick and began to suck, reaching down and wrapping his fingers around the magnificent set of balls.

“Oh, that’s it,” Rock whispered and tipped his head back. Charlie felt the member in his mouth begin to lengthen and increased the suction, feeling his throat muscles tighten up as he tugged a little more forcefully on Rock’s sack.

Running his tongue along the shaft, Charlie moved his oral attention down to Rock’s balls and watched with interest as the saliva slick dick continued to expand. How big was this guy? He ran his tongue along the smooth balls, sucking up one then the other and darting his tongue down to the base of Rock’s testicles.

“Oh yeah, that’s nice,” Rock groaned quietly. Off in the background, Charlie could hear the director still talking his actors through their scene. “Suck my cock again. Take it all the way to the root.”

Charlie obediently lowered his mouth over the sturdy, tanned cock. Rock was big, probably nine inches at least, and Charlie had to fight back a gag as he pushed his nose down into the man’s perfectly trimmed pubic hair.

“Oh, you fucker,” Rock grunted. “Not very many people can take all of me.” Rock’s hips shifted up, pushing his cock even deeper into his throat, and Charlie felt the weight of Rock’s big, hair flecked hand come down on the back of his head. He inhaled the smell of suntan lotion and sweat through his nose and worked his tongue along the shaft of Rock’s impressive boner.

Fingers fumbled with the snap of Charlie’s jeans and then pulled his zipper down and soon Rock was jacking Charlie off with a big, meaty fist. Charlie reached back and pushed his jeans down to his thighs and felt Rock’s fingers wrap around his balls and the base of his cock. Charlie groaned around the girth of Rock’s dick and eased his head up, starting to suck furiously at the massive member.

“Jesus, you got a big dick yourself,” Rock said in a voice throaty with lust. The timbre of the man’s voice sent goose bumps rising along Charlie’s skin as he pumped his fist along the shaft of Rock’s prick and fastened his mouth on the ballooning head.

Rock spit into his hand and then reached back down to grab Charlie’s cock in a strong grip. He began jacking him quickly, pumping out a copious amount of pre cum to coat the head and upper shaft of Charlie’s boner.

Charlie could feel himself getting closer to climax and began to suck and stroke Rock’s dick faster. A few moments later Charlie felt Rock’s dick swell and then suddenly his mouth was filled with the hot, sharp taste of the man’s semen. It seemed to be never ending as the torrent of cum flooded his mouth and throat and spilled out over his lips. As he came, Rock let out a deep, guttural groan.

Raising his head,Charlie let the cum bubble out over his chin as his hand continued to pump theslowing vestiges of spunk from Rock’s deflating dick. He leaned down to suckthe softening cock as the actor’s fist continued to bang along his prick. Andthen Charlie felt himself tumble over into the abyss of orgasm and gruntedaround Rock’s prized prick. His load exploded out of his penis and splatteredover the tanned, sweaty skin of Rock’s hairy thighs.

“Oh yeah, fluffer man,”Rock grunted. “Shoot that load on my legs. Oh, yeah. That’s hot.”

And then the screamingbegan.

“What are you doing?!” a high pitched voice shrieked in his ear. “What the fuck are you doing?”

Charlie sat back, more cum burbling out of his mouth, and looked up into the bright red face of the large, sweaty director. “Huh?”

“I asked you a fucking question!” The man leaned down and wiped some of the cum off Charlie’s chin. “What the fuck is this? Huh?”

Charlie blinked at the spunk dripping off the man’s fingers. “It’s, um, cum, sir.”

“No shit,” the man snapped. “And why did you feel you were entitled to come here to my set and suck off my lover? Huh? Any reason for that?”

“Your … your lover?” Charlie looked over at Rock who was watching the director through half-lidded eyes, a smirk on his face. Charlie looked back at the man before him. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know he was your – I thought he was next up and was my customer. I just thought he needed to be hard for the next scene and I . . .” Charlie’s voice faded out.

The director straightened up and glared at Rock. “Typical.” He then directed his attention back to Charlie. “Get dressed and get out. Not only did you fluff the wrong man, you actually made him cum. Jesus! Don’t come back until you learn what a fluffer is supposed to do. Tell Kinitia she owes me a free service.”

He turned his back and Charlie scrambled to his feet, pulling up his jeans and wiping his face on his shirt as he fled through the house. He ran down the driveway and out to the road where he flagged down a passing taxi and cowered in the backseat as he headed back to the office. What was Kinitia going to do to him? Would he lose yet another job?

Charlie hung his head and fought back tears. What was he going to do?

He was never going to make it in this city.

Story Orgy presents: Judging Jude...pt.7

2012-02-27T05:00:00.000-05:00

Happy Story Orgy Hook Up Monday!

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Oooooooh…lots of announcements today!

Don'tforget about our Road Trip prompt contest! Email us 3 prompts: person (noproper names please hehe)…destination (proper orotherwise is good with us)…disaster (make us work for it baby*giggles*)to storyorgy<@>ymail<dot>com…we want to write this story for you!*big smiles*

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Andthe leader of the Hankies…Hank Edwards…is doing the Bear Talk Blog Tour thisweek…oh it is a hot one! Join him and other smexy authors here…andhop along! *wiggles* oops…sorry I meant *hops*

I'mcollecting lots of virgin interviews under my belt…*chuckles and winks*…thelatest is with the beautiful and talented Jambrea Jo Jones…*big smiles*…if youlook to the right and down a bit you will see the links to all of them…stop onby and enjoy these terrific authors' stories of their first time…*nodsknowingly*

This week's prompt: Write about a secretrevealed…hmmmm

And now for your reading pleasure…

Judging Jude

pt. 7

Jude heard the dooropen.

"What's updoc?" He laughed at his own joke.

Dr. Haims joined Jude atthe window. "How're you feeling today? You got up on your own? That'sgood."

"Yeah, I even peedlike a big boy all by myself."

"Well, you've beenhere a couple of days. You should be up and moving by now. It's not like youwere in a coma." Dr. Haims chuckled. "No matter what Billy thinks."

Jude kept his gaze trainedon the silhouette of the trees and hoped he sounded nonchalant. "Is hestill here?"

"Snoring on mycouch as we speak."

"Doc? Can I askyou a question?"

Maybe Dr. Haims couldfeel Jude's insecurities, or maybe he had really good bedside manners. Eitherway he didn't try to face Jude or pry in any way. "You can ask anythingyou want. My answering, that's yet to be seen."

"Am I sober? Imean… two days, is that enough time for my system to be cleaned?"

"Technically, yes.For the poisons you took, they're gone from your body."

Jude continued to borea hole through that window. "I'm lucid. It's been a long time since I'vebeen able to have real thoughts that were solely mine, not chemically induced.The headaches, the shakes, the nausea…I can handle all that. These thoughtsscare me though.

"I can't go backhome. If I do, I'll fall down the rabbit's hole again and this time I might notget back out…"

Tobe cont'd…

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Like a Virgin with Jambrea Jo Jones...

2012-02-22T05:00:00.000-05:00

WhenJambrea Jo Jones was like a virgin…

So…inhonor of my first solo release coming out soon, I've decided to celebrate bytalking to some very talented authors about special 'first' releases of theirs!*heads desk giggling* Not that type of release! *winks* You see…it isn't allabout me all the time…but I do love weaseling my way into the mix most of thetime…hehe

TodayI have the very talented and wonderfully entertaining Jambrea Jo Jones withme...*nods at Jams* I'm sorry the furniture is all covered with sheets…I'mpainting and redoing my blog—isn't it looking purdy like? But we can be so niceand comfy on this blanket by the fireplace…*pats blanket next to me* So…Jams is gonna answer a few questions about afirst release of her's, Heart Song…and after that we get ayummy taste straight from the source…*sighs happily* oh yeah, life is good!*winks*

Thanksfor joining me today, Jams…before we get started…well I mean really get started*nudges Jams and giggles*…tell us what 'first' Heart Song fills for you?

Well…first let me say your blog is looking marvelous and the fire isnice and warm. I do hate to be cold! And I brought some presents. Mens to helpkeep us warm!

Let’s see…lets…see…first—Heart Song is my first, first person.Wow…try saying that five times fast--- lol Oh! It’s also the first time I wrotefull on man-on-man smexin’! heehee

Ohyeah…we're gonna have fun with this tongue twister in this interview…*grabsthesaurus and giggles* and thanks for all the pretty eye candy you brought with you...I mean *sighs*

Wellnow, on with the basics…tell us about Heart Song.

Heart Song is about finding love in death. Doesn’t that sound odd?Lol But it’s true. The story is about learning to let go and finding happinessthrough heartbreak.

That'squite beautiful! *sighs* Okay…I'm celebrating my very first solo release *jumpsup and shimmies a bit…stops…blushes…squats back down maybe a tad closer toJambrea than I was before*…um…well, I'm personally going through somewithdrawal anxieties…and no—it's not too much coffee *eye roll*…did you haveany withdrawal pains when you sent your boys out there in the big bad world?

*Smiles at Havan and winks* Not with these two. I wanted them to beseen because this story was very special to me. Still is to this day.

Youare braver than me, Jams! *hugs* Speaking about your boys…did you develop astronger/closer connection with Rafe than other characters that you've writtensince this was first-person POV?

I would have to say yes. When doing first person you are so intothat character’s head they almost become you. Rafe is special and he washurting and I felt that. I think when doing first person, if done right, peopleare drawn into ‘being’ that character, if that makes sense?

Yeppersit does…and isn't it an amazing feeling when you can accomplish that?

Lookingback—now that you have more experience under your belt—would you changeanything about Heart Song: maybe thePOV it was written in or even the way you handled its release as your'freshman' 1st person release?

I would have to say no. I think that is one of the main reasons Ihaven’t pulled the story and added to it. It did what it needed to do for me. Iwrote this book in a day. At the time that was a big thing for me. The story pouredout of me wanting to be written. See, a few things happened to make this storywhat it was. eXtasy was doing a call for rose stories. By that I mean, theywanted stories based on different color roses and what they mean. My firstthought was I wanted to do a story about a black rose. Death. Then I wanted topair it with a white rose for new beginnings. At the same time I was looking atthe rose colors my ex’s grandmother passed away. It was like the story wasmeant to be. I had to write it and I did. The words flowed out of me and Rafewas born.

I’ve written other first person stories now and I think they’re myfavorites. Just because I do put myself into the role of the character. But notevery story can be first person. I don’t know how to explain it, but certainstories need that personal touch that you get with first person. A good firstperson you won’t even be able to tell you’re reading it. I think it was thisone, I had my beta read it and I asked if it was okay in first person. Shesaid, “it’s first person?” She had to go back and re read it to make sure. THATto me is a good first person.

Ohyeah—those stories that you forget you are reading, and finish WAY too quickly!

Ifyou had to turn your virgin venture at 1st person POV into an erotic novel whatwould you name it?

This one is hard. Get your mind outta the gutter Havan.

But…um…*hangshead* okay…

Heehee I mean—it’s difficult to think of a title on a good day. LolMuch less try to think of what I’d name an erotic novel about 1^stperson POV. Hmmm…. Mind Fu*k. heehee Yep. I’ll go with that. Why? Because itreally is screwy to become that person as you write. It’s almost like a journalor something—only—not. Lol

Whatcolor would you label your first foray in 1st person POV and why?

Red. Probably because it was so hot to be written. Lol

Now…just because I like to throwthings at you, Jams baby…*winks*…here are a few quickies for us about yourboys…answer can only be Rafe and Stewart…

Most likely to get down and dirty inpublic…Stewart

Most likely to wear a fedora androck it…Rafe

Most likely to eat food in bed *winks*…Rafe

Most likely to be found barefoot…Rafe

Most likely to find a stray kittenand bring her home…I’m cheating. Lol Rafe AND Stewart.

Most likely to blow off plans andtalk the other into staying in bed all day…Stewart

Most likely to have a sweet tooth…Rafe

In a silly battle of wills…mostlikely to refrain from…um…pleasuring themselves the longest…Rafe

And now for my favorite part! Jamswill tell us about this wonderful book and how we can get our grubby littlepaws on it…*scoots even closer to my lovely guest and winks*…this doesn'tbother you does it? I mean I amItalian…personal space really isn't in our vocab…*giggles and listens to Jamsperfect voice*

See Havan—I don’t think you’re close enough. *Pulls Haven into herarms and strokes her hair while whispering into her ear about Heart Song*

I think, like I’ve said before, Heart Song is a bit personal. Itcame at a time where I think I had to write it and I hope others can see thatwhen they read it. Rafe is a good manwho really just wants to be loved. I think we all want that.

You can get it from a few places.

All Romance e-books

Amazon

eXtasyBooks

ShortBlurb:

Rafe lost his love, but did hereally have it to begin with? He finds out more than he bargained for after thedeath of his ex-lover. Will he ever find the love he is looking for?

Remmy Duchene...shirts (or lack of)...and Rajan…

2012-02-21T05:00:00.000-05:00

Remmy's Shirt off his back Contest...

Wellif this isn't what we've all been waiting for! Remmy Duchene wants to give usthe shirt off his back! *giggles and wiggles*

Havan! Stop putting words in my mouth.

Ohwhat would you prefer in your mouth? *smiles innocently*

That'sright baby…it's about darn time you showed up on my blog and showed us someskin! *winks*

*chuckles* You behave.

RemmyDuchene is a terrific interracial M/M author…he nails differentcultures and heritages with smooth grace and hot words. He doesn't disappointwith his latest book—the second in his Sons of Eros series, Rajan's Seduction.

*swaysover to Remmy and starts lifting his shirt* I'll take this one if you don'tmind…

*swats hands* Stop that! I'm here to tell your friends about Rajan.

Whatwas that? We have to wait for our 'private' time for that…*pouts*

That's not what I said!

*smirks*that's what I heard…

Sons of Eros bk 1
available here

*pushes Havan in chair and wraps rope around her*

oooooh…kinky…um…butRemmy these are kinda tight…I can't move my arms…

Perfect!

Ok so it's been a while since I've had a contest. But I feel it'stime to celebrate the fun that is my Sons of Eros series.

PRIZES (pick one)

"DARK SIDE" T-shirt from Family Guy

"Bazinga!" Shirt from Big Bang Theory!
A Mr. Rajan Anatolis Tshirt
Mr. Savaro Anatolis Tshirt
Mr. Laird Anatolis tshirt,
A Jose's Thang tshirt.

**There will be two draws**

What you have to do to win?

Because you already bought your copy of Rajan's Sedution. Send me the name ofthe movie he was thinking of about while standing in the ring at Xavier's home. (***HINT*** The title is in Hindi)

No, spelling doesn't count because I know the language is hard butit has to be as close as possible.

Send your entries to remmy.duchene @ gmail.com

**Havan's readers, comment on this blog and you will be enteredinto the contest to win!**

Entries close March 2, 2012 and winners will be announced on my blog!

Sons of Eros bk 3
available here
on March 10, 2012

Okay…got it…so leave a comment here with the shirtyou prefer to win and you are in one drawing…email Remmy with the answer to hisquestion and the shirt you would prefer to be entered in a second drawing.

*wiggles and giggles and hip bumps loosening thetight ropes*

Remmy is giving us two chances to win! *bouncing*

And rumor has it he will be appearing on other tastyblogs also…so follow him—he loves stalkers *giggles* and leave comments onthose blogs for more chances to win!

But don't forget your email addy…he needs to be ableto get a hold of you if you win! *winks*

*squirms and slides to the right some…shimmies outof bonds* I'm free!

*curls up next to Remmykins and runs my fingers upand down his neck…purring* So…will you tell us about this yummy morsel youwrote now? *settles back and gets comfy while Remmy's voice floats over theair*

Sons of Eros 2: Rajan's Seduction

Available at Silver Publishing here

Blurb:

SuccessfulBollywood actor Rajan Anatolis has done many things to prepare for a role, butnothing like following a SWAT team. Captain Xavier Crawford hates untrainedshadows. But how can he possibly object when the man is so damn sexy?

Rajan Anatolishas made the move from Bollywood to Hollywood. His first role is playing a NewYork City SWAT officer. In order to prepare, he has to shadow the Century CityCT SWAT team and he and his brothers are worried about the risks involved. Butmore hazardous is dealing with the sexy leader, a mocha Adonis who hatesuntrained observers interfering with his work and putting his squad at risk.

Xavier Crawfordloves his team. The last thing he wants is some untrained, spoiled actor comingin and putting them all in danger. He isn't ready for Rajan or his reaction tothe gorgeous man; the moment he sees him, all Xavier wants to do is rip theactor's clothes off. What happens when what he wants and what his heart andbody want are different things?

Excerpt:

When morningfinally dawned over Excelsior, it wasn't welcomed. Xavier Crawford wantednothing to do with it. His eyes burned as though someone had tossed sand inthem and every muscle in his body hurt. The day before his team busted througha door and he had to tackle some guy with a handgun. Moaning, he rolled overand pushed into a sitting position, rubbing his lower back with a large hand.Each time he woke up to so much discomfort he thought about getting a new bed,but why bother? He was the only one sleeping in it. Once again, he thought of anew bed and this time, he hobbled down the stairs into the den. He turned onthe laptop and scanned the internet until he found the furniture store he'dalways used. Searching through the website--he found a large bed and grabbedthe phone.

"Don't you want to come see it first?" the salesman on the other endquestioned.

Xavier rubbed his eyes. "Look, my back feels like someone ran over it witha dump truck. My spine is all out of whack and if I sleep on this old bed onemore night I'm liable to become a paraplegic. So get the bed over here and doit by end of day. Can you do that? Because if you can't I'm going to have tofind another store who can."

"No, we can do that, sir," the salesman replied. "Will there beanyone there to let the delivery men in?"

"I have to go to work. But tell me what time they'll be here and I'll makesure someone is here."

"That's just it. We have some deliveries before yours."

"Yeah, yeah whatever. Just get it here."

Xavier offered up his credit card number and all the particulars before hangingup. He might as well use some of the inheritance his aunt left him after herdeath. He wasn't sure he wanted to use any but he didn't make that much on acop's salary. He'd never had to touch the money before, but he really didn'tthink his back would survive. With his first job of the day done, he picked upthe phone again.

"Hey Marty. Are you going to be home today?" Xavier asked.

"Sorry man," Marty Samms replied. "I'm heading to Amsterdamright now. But Ali will be. What's up?"

"I'm having a delivery today and someone has to be at the house. But weboth know I won't be here and I need it today."

"Are you finally getting a new bed? Because your old one islike--torture."

Xavier laughed. "Yes father, I am getting a new bed."

"All right. I'll ask Ali to come over. And don't worry, she'll make surethey set it up for you and everything. We both know they don't want to messwith her."

Xavier thanked his best friend. "Tell Ali I'll buy her dinner."

Marty laughed. "Yes, as long as it's Japanese, my sister will be all overit."

"I remember."

The shower was next, right after he flipped on the coffee maker. By the time hegot out of the shower, Xavier knew he had to run if he was going to make it tothe station on time.

* * * *

Xavier walked into the station house and chucked his jacket into his chair. Hehad no idea why he even brought it. It wasn't cold outside. For some reason hewas in a horrid mood that morning and the fact he'd driven through Eros to getto Century ticked him off even more. The traffic through the small town was anightmare. He turned on his computer and scanned the daily reports. Nothingcaught his attention but there were a few warrants on his desk he and his teamneeded to execute for the local police. The badge he wore dug into his side buthe was so used to it. He ignored it and fingered through the differentwarrants. He found the hardest one and stuck it to the top. He figured if theycould get that one done first--it would give his team a high... motivation togo after the others.

Dragging his fingers through his hair, he walked into the break room to findtwo of his team members there trying to catch peanuts in their mouths bytossing them in the air first. Xavier blinked but said nothing. He walked tothe coffeemaker and dumped some coffee into a cup. He took a sip, made a faceand chucked the cup and its contents into the sink.

"Battery acid, huh," Mark "Muse" Dempsey chuckled.

"You coulda warned me!" Xavier muttered irritably and flopped into anearby chair. He reached into a box on the table and pulled out a donut.

"What? And miss the look on your face?" Jackson "Salsa"Brown questioned. "You're kidding, right?"

He made a sound in the back of his throat.

"I really think you need to get laid," Muse laughed. "It's beentoo long and you're starting to implode."

Xavier made a face. "Pervert."

"Did you go see the Cap'n yet?" Muse asked. "He's been askingfor you."

"Shit!" Xavier dropped the donut back in the box and pushed from hischair. "Just when I thought the day couldn't get worse."

"What did you do this time?" Salsa wanted to know.

"Who said I did anything? If I did, I can't remember."

Both Muse and Salsa burst out laughing and Xavier simply stormed from the roommuttering a few well-placed profanities. He stopped by his desk trying toremember why he detoured and when he couldn't, Xavier made his way to thecaptain's office and knocked.

"Come in!" Captain Fiorelli called.

Xavier stepped into the office and closed the door behind him. Without beinginvited to, he tossed his body into a chair and stretched his legs out beforehim. The captain was still having a hushed conversation on the phone by thewindow, so he waited quietly but impatiently to be addressed.

"Sorry about that. Never have children," Fiorelli joked, hanging upthe phone. "Or have children but give them up for adoption the moment yourealize they're becoming teenagers."

Xavier laughed. "My father would agree with you. You wanted to seeme?"

"Yes... There's this actor who received his first English role," Fiorellisaid. "And he will be playing a SWAT officer. I would like him to shadowyou."

Xavier arched a brow. He really didn't like the idea. Shifting in his seat, heheld his breath only releasing it when he spoke. "I don't like this,"he said. "I can't babysit some actor."

"Look, the commissioner asked this favor and I told him yes. He's justgoing to follow you around. The rules are simple--he doesn't go through thedoor with you guys, ever. He must wear a vest and keep his head down."

"That's going to make me feel better? Cap'n! It's a civilian!"

"I know. But he won't be following too long."

"How long?"

"A week."

"Oh no--that's not too long at all. When does this start?"

Fiorelli looked down at this desk to a piece of paper before him, he seemed to skimthe info there before looking up at Xavier. "Tomorrow."

Story Orgy presents: Judging Jude...pt.6

2012-02-20T05:00:00.000-05:00

Happy Story Orgy Monday!

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Don'tforget about our Road Trip prompt contest! Email us 3 prompts for an oldfashioned road trip: person (no proper names please hehe)…destination (properor otherwise is good with us)…disaster (make us work forit baby *giggles*)to storyorgy<@>ymail<dot>com…we want to write this story for you!*big smiles*

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This week's prompt dialogue: "Someone'splaying the radio."

And now for your reading pleasure…

Judging Jude

pt. 6

Jude opened his eyesand roamed his gaze around the unfamiliar room. Where the fuck was he? He triedto sit up but his back muscles spasmed and his ribs ached. Turning his head tothe right, and then left he realized he rested in a bedroom, just not his.

The walls sported a dimyellow paint job and dark orange curtains. Whoever decorated this place hadhorrendous taste.

He cocked his head tothe side and heard something humming in the background. "Someone's playingthe radio." He muttered to himself, straining to hear better. The warblingof Freddie Mercury became clearer when the door opened.

"Oh good, you'reawake." A familiar voice intruded on him enjoying the music.

He focused his eyes onDr. Haims. "What are you doing here?"

Dr. Haims smiled downat him gently. "I could ask you that. You're at my house, in my sparebedroom. Your friend Wally called the clinic when he couldn't wake you."

Jude tried again to situp. This time he got his arms straightened behind him but they shook with thestrain, threatening to fold under the pressure. Dr. Haims helped him straightenup, piling pillows behind him to lean against. They both worked to scoot hisass back so he could sit properly.

"Better?"

"Yeah." Judehuffed with the exertion such a simple task caused him. "Okay. Why exactlyam I here? Why would Wally call you?"

"Well," Dr.Haims sat in the armchair caddy-corner from the bed and rested his ankle on hisknee, "He knew you wouldn't want the hospital involved and hoped that I couldhelp. Mr. Walker didn't agree with this decision, but Wally persuadedhim."

"Mr. Walker? Whatthe fuck does Billy have to do with any of this?" Jude's hackles rose. Itappeared that Billy quickly became a centerpiece to his life. Who the fuck gavehim the right?

Dr. Haims shrugged."I have no idea. He rode with Wally to my house. He seems a tad proprietaryabout you, though." Dr. Haims smirked at Jude, causing him to growl inresponse.

"I don't know why.I'm nothing to him, just another joke."

"That's for youand him to discuss, now isn't it? I'm here to make sure you don't accidentlyoff yourself by mixing alcohol with prescription pain killers and spice."He shook his head as he lowered his foot, leaning forward with his elbows onhis knees. "Spice, Judas? If the clinic knew…"

Jude flinched. "Wellthey do now, don't they?"

"I know. I'm onlyone of the doctors at the practice. The other two have no idea, and if you aredone with that aspect of your life I don't see why they should be told."

Jude squared hisshoulders. "It's legal. Ain't nothing you can do about what I do in mypersonal life."

Dr. Haims shook hishead slowly. "You keep telling yourself that. But this is a right-to-workstate. Technically I can fire you for anything and you wouldn't have a leg tostand on. That fact along with your spice habit—which may be legal to buy butis illegal to consume—and the clinic wouldn't have to worry about any backlash."

"So what? I'mfired now? Fine. Just let me get out of this bed and I'll be on my way."Jude went to move and pain struck through him like a lightning bolt. "Whatthe fuck is wrong with me?" He growled out.

"Besides theobvious? You've been asleep for close to thirty hours, your body has beenfighting off the effects of your bad habits. That on top of it trying to repairthe damage from that barroom brawl you told me about…well Judas, you are wipedout. You're stuck in that bed for at the very minimum another two days. If youneed to relieve yourself you will get help to the bathroom, but I don't thinkanyone is willing to help you get up so you can actually leave."

Jude's mind wrappedaround one main statement in the doc's lecture. "Who is anyone? I meanwhat do you mean anyone? Who else is here?"

"Wally has been bya half dozen times. But your admirer, Billy, has camped out on my sofa. If Iknew I would be this popular I would have gone for the three bedroom condo so Icould have my living room back." Dr. Haims chuckled.

"I don't want himhere, tell him to fucking leave."

"No. I'm about tohead to the hospital, I have rounds tonight. You can't be left on your own.He's babysitting you."

"The hell heis!"

"I couldn't agreewith your terminology more. So to wrap this up," He slapped his hands onhis knees quickly and stood from the chair. "You will be resting for thenext couple of days, you are no longer going to partake of that horrible, chemicallyladen spice and you will report for work as soon as you are able. Agreed?"

Jude felt trapped, whywas this educated man being nice to him? He didn't deserve this. Dr. Haimsshould be pissed off that he was being inconvenienced, his life being thrown inturmoil thanks to Jude.

"These bruises andcuts aren't from a barroom brawl. I tried to cheat a drug dealer, he won."Jude lifted his chin defiantly.

"Really? Well, Iguess you burned your bridge to the harder stuff. That can only be a benefit.I'll check in on you when I get back."

Jude watched Dr. Haimswalk out of the room and shut the door.

Alone. Good, he wasmore at peace without company. That way he didn't have to keep apologizing forbeing such a fuck-up. A noise from the distance brought back the knowledge thatBilly was in the house somewhere.

What did Billy want withhim? He had a perfect life. Did he think that scumming it would bring him someaction?

He tried to turn ontohis side, give his back to the door. His ribs protested and quite frankly hedidn't have the energy. So he simply turned his head away from the door andstared at the spiral designs in the wretched orange curtains.

Jude opened his eyeswhen he felt the light touch on his shoulder. He focused on Billy leaning overhim.

"Hey there. Sorryto wake you, but the doc said you woke up so I fixed you some food. Nothing toosubstantial, just some broth, dry toast and jello."

Jude strained toremember why Billy was in his bedroom. Why would he be talking to a doctorabout him? It all came rushing back like a nightmare. Pictures flashed acrosshis mind: the need for sleep, mixing too much of the wrong things, winding upat Dr. Haims place, and to put a cherry on top…Billy babysitting him.

"I didn't realizeI fell back asleep." He mumbled as he got his bearings.

"Yeah. I figuredsince you had already been awake it wouldn't hurt to rouse you again for somenutrition." He set the TV tray with the food next to the bed and took thesame seat Dr. Haims had occupied earlier. Jude suddenly wished that arm chairwasn't even in the room.

"So what? Yougonna make sure I play good patient and eat all my veggies?" Jude snappedas he hungrily eyed the meager offering.

"If you had anyveggies I would say yes. Would you settle for some light conversation as yousip your broth, though?"

Jude lifted a bit tosit up. He noticed Billy about to help him he stopped himimmediately. "I can do this myself, thanks." He slowly scrunched thepillows behind him and scooted his ass back. It might have taken twice as longwith him doing it himself, but he did it damn it and that's all that counted.

He grabbed the toastand roughly took a bite out of it, not worrying about the crumb factor."Couldn't even put any butter on it, huh?" He talked around the piecein his mouth. He studied the jello and raised his eyebrow at Billy.

Billy blushed, and Judehad to admit that was a really good look for him. "You always hear peopletalking about eating dry toast or getting jello in the hospital so I thought…"

Jude took another bite tohide his smile. "But I'm not in a hospital."

"You should be. IfWally wasn't so damn argumentative you would be right now."

"And I would havehated you for it too. Wally's smart enough to know better."

"Wally shouldn'tbe playing with your life like that. What if you slipped into a coma? What ifyou needed your stomach pumped? Dr. Haims can't do that from his guestbedroom."

"Then Dr. Haimswould've taken care of it. I trust Wally's judgment. He's the only one on thisplanet I do trust."

Billy flinched. Not noticeably,the only reason Jude saw it was because he was staring dead on at him. He feltconflicted now, and Jude hated that. A part of him actually rejoiced in hurtingBilly. The sooner Billy accepted Jude's hateful side the better. But…but theother part of him actually wanted to walk over there and apologize. Take awaythat look in Billy's eyes that screamed hurt.

Jude shook his head andshoved the rest of the toast in his mouth. Those kinds of thoughts wouldeventually end in trouble. The moment he started worrying about other people'sfeelings he opened himself up to hurt also.

Tobe cont'd . . .

The fun is never over with just one turn – we are the Story Orgyremember *big grin* – so head on over to the next pleasure blog and enjoymultiples with us . . .

Em Woods' story: click here
Lee Brazil's story: click here
Hank Edwards' story: click here
JR Boyd's story: click here
Jade Baiser's story: click here

And the 'With Love' blog hop winners are...

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Okay—so I'm running a little behind on my announcement of the winners from the 'With Love' blog hop…I do apologize! My only excuse…I was sooooooo blown over by the responses that it was hard not to give everyone a prize! And trust me—if I could've I would've…

I do take solace in the fact that everyone is invited back to my blog on Mondays for free reads from me and The Story Orgy! *bounces and giggles* Yay! :D

I enjoyed this blog hop soooooo much…that I've already signed up for the Easter blog hop—with even more prizes to offer! *big grins*

Thank you everyone for making it a success…

One of my backlist anthologies…winners choice…

Menina & Cornelia

$10 gift card for All Romance e-books…

Midia

Lots of love to all and thank you again! *big smile and waves*

Like a Virgin with Em Woods...

2012-02-15T05:00:00.000-05:00

When Em Woods was like a virgin…

So…in honor of my firstsolo release coming out soon…I've decided to celebrate by talking to some verytalented authors about their first solo release! *giggles* You see…it isn't allabout me…but I do love weaseling my way into the mix most of the time…hehe

Today I've got the wonderfulEm Woods sharing the love seat with me…*waggles eyebrows*…answering a fewquestions about her first ever release Not Anymore and after that we get a yummy taste straight from the source…*gigglesand bounces* gotta love that!

*scoots closer to Em andwinks* Hello beautiful…thanks for allowing me to drag you over to my blog today…

Hello, my lovely. It’salways a pleasure to be here with you. What are we talking about again?Virgins? I don’t think I know any virgins. *blinks innocently*

I'm sorry…I thought we'dmet already…*shoulder bumps the Story Orgy Goddess and winks*

*coughs* So, let's startthis off with the basics… you popped your cherry with Not Anymore…*giggles*…tellus about your first ever release…okay—I mean book release…*heads desk*

Wow, that was a whileback…let me think…

Why did you publish withTotal-E-Bound…was there something special there or just fate?

You know, I considerit fate. At the time I wrote Not AnymoreI was a member of the RWA (Romance Writers of America) and a friend that I hadmade in my local chapter (Greater Detroit RWA) said she would recommend me toher editor. I – of course – said omigod, please do! At the next meeting, shegave me an email address and said “send here, she’s waiting.” I was terrified.

Now if you are anythinglike me…I assume you had more than one work in progress when you published NotAnymore…what made you decide this would be your first book published?

Actually, what I hadin progress was a hot mess of confusion. NotAnymore came together (after I took it out of first person!) and it justmade sense. I subbed it and within two weeks – on April 1st, mind you (talkabout a “there has to be an April Fool’s in this acceptance lettersomewhere!”), TEB offered me a contract.

Well thank goodness theydidn't have a sense of humor that day! *wipes brow* Okay…about me for a second*big smiles*…I'm personally going through some withdrawal anxieties with myboys… did you have any withdrawal pains when you sent your boys out there inthe big bad world?

Like I said up there,I was terrified. Not Anymore dealswith abuse and the awful things that can result from that type of arelationship. It was damn scary.

But you did it so well! Lookingback—now that you have more experience under your belt—would you changeanything about Not Anymore or your way of handling its release?

There are a couplethings I would change now, but Ithink they all are part of the learning to write well, learning to be a goodpartner in an author-publisher relationship…I wouldn’t trade any of it.

Love the way you look atit…*hugs Em* If you had to turn your virgin experience of publishing your bookinto an erotic novel what would you title it?

Teasing Em

*mumbles under breath*wouldn't we all like to do that…

What color would youlabel your first foray in publishing your book and why?

Yellow…because severaltimes I wanted to run scared! LOL…

Good thing youdidn't…we'd hunt you down!

Now…just because I liketo throw things at you…*winks*…here are a few quickies for us about your boys…answercan only be Dan or Logan…

Most likely to get downand dirty in public…Logan.

Most likely to wear afedora and rock it…Dan.

Most likely to eat foodin bed *winks*…Logan.

Most likely to be foundbarefoot…Logan.

Most likely to find astray kitten and bring her home…Dan. Wait…maybe Logan.

Most likely to blow offplans and talk the other into staying in bed all day…Logan.

Most likely to have asweet tooth…Dan.

In a silly battle ofwills…most likely to refrain from…um…pleasuring themselves the longest…Dan. Definitely. LOL

Okay…so now was the timeI planned to tear Em's clothes off and cuddle under the blankets…and she wasall for that honest! *crosses fingers behind back*…but I remembered that sheowes us a story! *giggles and bounces* So let us cuddle fully clothed *pouts*on the love seat and listen to this bit of goodness that is NotAnymore!

Blurb:

When Dan Perry meetsLogan Hall on the beautiful beaches of Hawaii, he knows keeping the man of hisdreams means facing the demons of his past...but will his paradise be lost whenhe finds out Logan is really his boss?

Senior analyst andprogrammer Dan Perry needs a vacation. He finally talks his boss into givinghim a week off to fly to Hawaii with his sister and her boyfriend. He knows hewill be the third wheel but he has to get out of the office. And away from hisabusive ex-boyfriend.

Two days before Dan isdue to catch his flight back to Detroit, he meets Logan Hall. Even though hehad no intention of outing himself to his family, things go awry when Loganaccidentally does it for him.

As the second partner inthe software firm where Dan works, Logan has wanted him from a distance forover a year. Now that he knows Dan is free, Logan intends to make his move.Things in Hawaii heat up when Dan is abducted by his ex-lover and these two honorable,loving men must face their worst fears to find the love waiting on the otherside.

Not Anymore is available @ Total-E-BoundPublishing here

Excerpt:

Dan returned to his seat across fromLogan, his face empty, his eyes flat and tired.

“God, I’m sorry.” Logan wanted to wraphim up tight.

“I left everything except what I couldfit in one bag. I was gone before he came home.”

Logan stood, noted the slight flinch. Hecrouched next to Dan and waited for him to look his way. When he finally turnedhis head, Logan drew him in, sipped at his lips with a slow kiss. Dan soon tookover, pushing Logan back until they lay on the cool tile floor.

The softness of Dan’s hair called toLogan until he weaved his fingers through it, holding Dan close as he followedhis lead, let him set the pace. This time Dan didn’t want gentle touches orsoft words.

Just the two of them and one bad memory.

Dan ground their cocks together, tonguestangled and teeth clashed in the frenzy. Every touch, every kiss harder, morerushed than the last.

Logan slid his hands out of Dan’s hair,cupped his face and put an inch of much needed space between them. “Hang on,stud.”

Dan’s eyes snapped open. His face,already flushed with desire, darkened to crimson. “Why are we stopping?”

“Not stopping. Just slowing down.” Loganguided Dan’s face back to his, teased the seam of Dan’s lips with the tip ofhis tongue. A splash on Logan’s cheek pulled him back. He looked intobottomless green eyes, liquid with unshed tears. “Are you okay?”

Dan nodded, licked his lips. “How canyou do that?”

Logan’s brows scrunched. “Do what? Slowdown?”

“No.” Dan rested his head on Logan’sshoulder, taking deep breaths before continuing. “How do you know me so well?”

“That’s easy. I feel like—” Loganpaused. “How can I not know you?”

Just a small wish for you...

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Just a quickie note from me to you…
Happy Valentine's Day!

*big smiles and bouncing on my feet…copping as many feels as possible without being caught* hehe

Love,
Havan Fellows

Story Orgy presents: A Harlan's Ryde short...

2012-02-13T05:00:00.000-05:00

Happy Story Orgy Hook-up Monday!

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Don'tforget about our Road Trip prompt contest! Email us 3 prompts: person (noproper names please hehe)…destination (proper orotherwise is good with us)…disaster (make us work for it baby*giggles*)to storyorgy<@>ymail<dot>com…we want to write this story for you!*big smiles*

Em Woods…the one and only Story Orgy Goddess *winks*…has her new anthologystory being released as a single today—Only Sam! If you click on over hereyou can pick it up now…and enjoy what is Em's greatness! *sighs* I just loveher works…*big smiles*

Idon't know if you knew this…but Lee Brazil gave me the scoop of when he was avirgin…*winks*…that is a virgin author…*giggles*…if you wanna read all about itcome on by—you can find his goodies here…

Alrightythen…this week's prompt was a tough one…and there was no way I could work it inwith Jude's story—Jude is very set on how his story is gonna go…*heads desk* SoI'm revisiting my boys from Harlan'sRyde in Word Play…I hope you like it! *hugs*

This week's prompt: Before your characterknows it, he's drank a whole bottle of champayne on Valentine's Day Eve. Why?What happens?(psst…I took writer's liberty tomake it Valentine's Day…not Eve…shhhhh *puts finger over mouth and gigglessilently*)

And now for your reading pleasure…

Valentine Bubbly

A Harlan's Ryde short

It took Ryder threetries to pry his eyes open.

Harlan stood over him, grimacingat him.

"You're back,baby!" Ryder meant to sound happy, but succeeded at sounding like amumbled mess. He sat up, realizing he was on the couch with two empty champagnebottles. Oh God, what'd he do?

"Don't you baby meRyder Halloway. You've been asleep for over twelve hours, and I guess I havethis to thank for that!" He grabbed the bottles and stomped to thekitchen.

"You walked out! Youleft me again!" Ryder's voice rose hysterically as he remembered the stupidfight they had over their Valentine day plans. He bolted off the couch, leaningagainst it long enough for his world to stop spinning, then followed Harlan.

Harlan tossed thebottles into the recycling bin, the loud clacking playing pinball in Ryder'shead. "We had a fight, Ryde. Everyone fights! It doesn't mean I walked outon you. I went to the park, then went to the store to pick up groceries so wecould spend Valentine's day at home like you wanted. I was gone what…threehours?"

"Oh God! Twelvehours you said? What time…" He looked at the clock, five in the morning."I ruined our Valentine's day!" He sat in the chair and buried hishead in his hands.

"Don't you get ityet, Ryde?" Harlan knelt next to him and raised his head, cradling it inhis hands. "Every day with you is Valentine's day."

Hopeyou liked visiting Harlan and Ryder again…if you want to get their full storyit's available in our anthology Word Play…all the links are here…*bigsmiles*

The fun is never over with just one turn – we are the Story Orgyremember *big grin* – so head on over to the next pleasure blog and enjoymultiples with us . . .

Em Woods' story: click here
Lee Brazil's story: click here
Hank Edwards' story: click here
JR Boyd's story: click here
Jade Baiser's story: click here

With Love...blog hop

2012-02-11T10:42:00.000-05:00

Well it is like this…

http://thebloghopspot.com/event-page/

I was driving down a lonely highway road all by myself when I ran over a pothole in the road and got a flat…I walked 20 miles in the snow to the nearest all night diner…my bones ached and my eyes were half closed from fatigue…I stumbled into the diner and collapsed in the first vacant booth, softly begging for coffee as my mind saw the napkin holder as a soft fluffy pillow and made nice with it…I must have been out for the count a moment or two because the next thing I remember was this hot waiter built to go a few rounds at a time (if you know what I mean *wink wink*) standing over me with a steaming hot cup of coffee and a pot to set on the table too…I blinked and looked up at those blue peepers, the type of eyes that sonnets are written for…and it was kismet…fate…destiny…a stroke of fortune…the stars aligned perfectly and shining down on us…He felt it too as he put the cup and pot on the table as fast as possible and scooped me up into his arms…cradling me close as if aware of my tired body's need for support…and our lips met tenderly…our lives forever intertwined…

Okay…it was like that if I lived in a romance book…don't laugh—I'm still working on the scientific formula to make that happen…*giggles*

In reality my Valentine's day will be spent with two of the most beautiful and obnoxious kiddos you can imagine…but hey—they are also the two that love me the most in the world…and that, my dear friend, is what romance is all about.

It doesn't have to be sex and naughtiness…not in my book (oh all pun intended…hehe)…it is a love shared between two people, whether that be an innocent parent/child love—a simplistic sibling love—a protective best friend love—or even an all encompassing spouse/significant other love…

It doesn't have to be naked limbs wrestling around together…it can be a child handing their parent a card they made in class that day…a sibling calling to remind you that you are cared for and missed…a best friend fondly reaming you out for not accepting the cute neighbor's invitation to go to the movies…or yes, a spouse/SO making you your fave meal with candles on the table and a bed waiting in the wings *waggles eyebrows*

Soooooo…now that you know what I think about romance…it's time for the fun stuff! Prizes! *giggles and wiggles and dances around the room* Here is the kicker…everyone who comments will get a shot a book from my backlist (I have 3 anthos available and there will be 2 winners)…but I am throwing in an extra prize for those who follow my blog…$10 in Omni bucks at the website that literally breathes romance—All Romance e-books!

That's right…if you 'follow' my blog (or are already a follower!) and mention that in your comment you are in the running for a $10 gift card at ARe e-books...*big smiles*

So to recap (because who doesn't love a good recap?)

*romance doesn't have to be sex and vice versa *giggles*

*2 lucky duckies who comment (you can always comment about what romance is to you—if you haven't answered that question like a gazillion times already…lol) will each win 1 book from my backlist (listed here)

*1 lucky ducky who comments & follows my blog (mentioning that they did follow or are already following!) will win the gift card

***remember to leave your email addy in the comment too—I'm not stalkerish enough to hunt you down***

And don't forget to click here to see what other blogs are kissing and telling this romantical season…*waves and wiggles and blows kisses*

Blog hopping with Rebecca Besser...

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Hi, I'm Rebecca Besser, author of the zombie novella, Undead Drive-Thru. I write fiction, nonfiction and poetry for a wide range of age groups and genres. I've been published over 140 times in various publication.

To learn more about me feel free to visit my website: http://www.rebeccabesser.com/ or my blog: http://blog.rebeccabesser.com/

You can also find me on Facebook under: Rebecca Besser or Author/Editor Rebecca Besser

I'm also on Twitter under: @BeccaBesser

Earth's End, a Scifi Apocalyptic anthology, was released by Wicked East Press in Jan 2012!

My story, “The Olden Gears,” is included in Earth's End. Here's an excerpt from my story:
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. "He drove faster, but everywhere he looked there was more destruction.

With numb fingers, he reached over and turned on the radio to see if there was any news about what was going on; it took him a couple of minutes before he could find a radio station that was still on the air.

“...Overnight the world has been bombarded with attacks by the elderly. On every continent, in almost every country, they’ve taken lives at will, showing no mercy...”

Looking out around him, he tried to decide how he was going to make it home. Almost every street was blocked off by accidents, and everywhere he looked, someone was being slaughtered; his attention focused back on the radio as they continued.

“...Medical experts are saying the cause of the outbreak and behavior in their elderly patients is linked to the chemical compound used in the ‘lubrication’ of the ReGen ‘parts’ surgically implanted; the chemical was supposed to act as synthetic blood. Once it leaks into the real blood system, it targets certain parts of the brain and triggers uncontrollable, aggressive behavior...”" ~ The Olden Gears by Rebecca Besser - Earth's End

Would you like to win a free copy of Earth's End???

On March 1^st I'll be having a drawing to give away a copy of Earth's End signed by me (I'm also the editor). Everyone who comments on my Earth's End post at one of the stops on my tour will be entered into the drawing (one entry per person, per blog), so you have a chance to win at every stop along the way. The very last post of the tour will be on my blog and will announce the winner (on March 1st). So, stop by as many blogs as you possibly can to increase your chances to win a copy of the book!

I will announce each posting on Facebook and Twitter. So, if you aren't my friend or following me...you better start if you want to win. ;)

If you would like to purchase your own copy look for Earth's End on Amazon!

Like a Virgin with Lee Brazil...

2012-02-08T05:00:00.000-05:00

When Lee Brazil was a virgin…

So…in honor of my firstsolo release coming out in May, Emery's Ritches…I've decided to celebrate by talking to some verytalented authors about their first solo release! *giggles* You see…it isn't allabout me all the time…but I do love weaseling my way into the action most ofthe time…hehe

Today I've wrangled afront row seat with the extremely talented and may I say ultra hot *coughs andtalks quickly* and my superdy duper muse *coughs and giggles* Lee Brazil. He'sgonna answer a few questions about his first published book, BeautifulSilence…and after that we get a yummy taste straight from thesource…*sighs happily* oh yeah, life is good! *winks*

*scoots real realclose to my muse* Hiya handsome *bumps shoulders*…thanks for allowing me todrag you over to my blog today, Lee…*smiles* Thanksfor asking me. But you know... virginity was such a long time ago... and Iwasn't sure exactly what you meant by that, there are so many mile stonemoments... I knew this set of handcuffs would be beneficial*jingles cuffs linked from my wrist to Lee's and bats my eyelashes all innocentlike* *chuckles* yeah...they've been indispensible, haven't they?

So, let's start this offwith the basics…you popped your cherry with Beautiful Silence…*giggles*…tellus about your first ever release…*blushes*…okay—it was your idea to title thisseries Likea Virgin…but I mean book release…*heads desk*

Myfirst release was a self published title called A Beautiful Silence. It's anovella length story about an older man who's decided it's time for him tochange the way he lives. He wants to settle down, focus on family. Hisboyfriend though, is a lot younger, and Mack just can't accept that age isn't afactor in their relationship. He's in a word, insecure about his place in Lex'slife.

Why did you self-publishit and do you stand firm behind that decision?

Ihad two stories finished. I wanted to test both the self publishing market andthe "traditional" e-publishing world. I wanted to learn how bothmarkets functioned, analyze the pros and cons of each before I decided how myfuture work would go. I do stand behind that decision. I learned a lot aboutboth markets, and I will be self publishing more titles in the future.

*sighs and lays head onyour shoulder*…have I ever mentioned that I love when you go all teach-like…*straightensand blushes*…oh…um…next question…

I assume you had morethan one work in progress when you published Beautiful Silence…whatmade you decide this would be your first book published?

Ialways have more than one work in progress, you know me well. I also had LovingJacob. They were finished at the same time. I sent Jacob off to a publisher viathe regular submission process. I headed to Amazon with Silence. The subprocess was time consuming, and the self pub process was not. J

*glances around andtries to shush my muse* You realize that if people find out that you made themwait this long for Loving Jacob there will be a rebellion? *giggles*

Okay…about me for asecond *big smiles*…I'm personally going through some withdrawal anxieties withmy boys…um…which you already know since you're the lucky person I babble to allthe time *blushes*…did you have any withdrawal pains when you sent your boysout there in the big bad world?

Yes.So I distracted myself by starting work on the Truth or Dare series. *eyes Havan pointedly* *coughs*

*looks around and behindme*…um…what? *bites lip*

Really?You're gonna play me like that? Fine...I think you should finish the Trustseries and then get back to working on those Djinn stories while you're beinganxious.

*gulps and looks down atnotes*…Looking back—now that you have more experience under your belt—would youchange anything about Beautiful Silence or your way ofhandling its release?

I'dactually change the way it's written. Currently, it's only told fromMack's pov. I'd add in Lex's perspective. I still haven't given up onwriting a sequel from his pov.

Oh oh oh…so you do planto revisit them soon?

Revisit,yes. Soon? Probably not. Maybe this year.

*nudges you* Maybe?????*cocks eyebrow*…oh we'll see about that…hehe

Now…Lex has a veryinteresting toy chest…care to tell us a few of his faves in there?

Lexcan find amusement in the simplest of things... a hair tie, a feather, but the"toy" he likes most is silence. In the quiet, he can focus hislover's attention on every sensation.

If you had to turn your virginexperience of publishing your book into an erotic novel what would you titleit?

PlayingAround

What color would youlabel your first foray in publishing your book and why?

Green.Green is the color of new things, of growing things, and publishing was bothnew and a growth experience for me.

Now…just because I liketo throw things at you, Lee…*winks*…here are a few quickies for us about yourboys…answer can only be Mack or Lex…

Most likely to get downand dirty in public…*snort* Mack- you'd be lucky to get Lex out in public at all

Most likely to wear a fedoraand rock it…Lex- though he'dprobably prefer a more period style

Most likely to eat foodin bed *winks*…Mack

Most likely to be foundbarefoot…Lex

Most likely to find astray kitten and bring her home…Mack

Most likely to blow offplans and talk the other into staying in bed all day…Lex

Most likely to have asweet tooth…Mack

In a silly battle ofwills…most likely to refrain from…um…pleasuring themselves the longest…Lex

And now for my favoritepart! Lee will tell us about this wonderful book and how we can get our grubbylittle paws on it…*winks*

Blurb:

Dr. Mackenzie Taylor hasbeen happy with his life thus far. He’s got a successful career, a great groupof friends, a terrific home on the California coast and a sexy younger lover.Mack’s just turned forty-five though, and thinks it's time to settle down andstart the family he’s always wanted. He doesn’t want to spend his weekendsrushing out to his lover’s country hideaway or waiting around for Lex to arrivein Newport Beach. He doesn’t want to wake up alone, eat takeout meals or drink withhis friends in local bars.

Mack’s boyfriend of two years is a reclusive writer of growing fame nearlytwenty years his junior. While Mack has had his chance to sow his wild oats andbe the life of the party, Lex has stayed close to home and lived a prettysedate lifestyle despite his glamorous career and eccentric wardrobe. A longdistance relationship has suited both men for the past two years, but thingsare changing, and they aren’t managing to spend much time together. Thedistance between them now seems to be more than physical, and Mack isdiscovering a new insecurity that has come with age, while Lex is discoveringthat success in his chosen career comes at a price.

Beautiful Silence is available at Amazonas an e-bookand paperback

You can find Lee on his blog here or hanging with the Story Orgy here

Story Orgy presents: Judging Jude...pt.5

2012-02-06T05:00:00.000-05:00

Happy Story Orgy Monday!

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Don'tforget to hop over to our StoryOrgy blog and read our free Anniversary story…it's stillthere and still yummy!

*drum roll on corner of keypad* and our winners are…

Dianne Hartsock

Kyreadinggirl

Sharon Schofield

Karen Candido

Sherry

Stacia Hess

Christy Gonzales Thomas

LeeBrazil's new release is out and about and kicking assets…you can get Taking theDare—his 4^th release in his Truth or Dare series at Breathless Press…goon…you know you want it *winks*

OH OH OH OH OH OH OH OH...*bouncing up and down*...don't forget to send three prompts to us for our 3rd prompt anthology contest...this one is based on the theme Road Trip...the prompts have to be a person...place...and disaster of some sort...send them to storyorgy<at>ymail<dot>com *mumbles under breath about pesky spammers and giggles*

This week's prompt: Your character findsa black and white photo. Write about it.

And now for your reading pleasure…

Judging Jude

pt. 5

Jude held his tendermidsection as he hobbled to the couch with his can of beer. It wasn't the mostcomfortable place to lay his broken body, but it had more padding than hisfuton mattress ever would.

His boss, Dr. Haims,assured him nothing was broken—just bruised and bloody—but that didn't make himfeel any better. Thank God he didn't ask any questions, even though the sad,patronizing look he gave him actually hurt something inside of Jude. He wasn'twilling to examine those feelings, so he just let them go. He'd learned a longtime ago, when people weren't impressed or happy with him the best thing to dowas just to let it go. It had been a very long time since someone entertainedthose emotions for him anyway.

He placed the can onthe coffee table next to his wallet and the freebie packs of pain meds Dr.Haims gave him. One legal perk to his job, free doc visits. The fact that Dr.Haims knew him well enough to not even bother with a prescription and just doleout some freebie drugs was nice too; a pleasant change to palming them behind thewhite coat's back. It almost made him feel guilty for his side actions on thejob, but to feel guilty he had to have a conscience, a soul.

He didn't.

He punched out two ofthe white pills from their plastic and foil wrap and popped them in his mouth,letting the beer flow from the can to chase them down his throat. All he neededwas a couple days of rest and he'd be fine. The time off work may be anecessity to his health, but damn if it wasn't gonna hurt his finances major.It would take him months of 'extras' to get back to his pre-damaged state ofaffairs. This whole situation screamed bogus in his book.

Life sucked. Simple asthat.

He reached for hiswallet and slipped out the black and white photo of his dad that he kept hiddenbehind his license. He didn't take the photo out all that often, but today feltlike a time of need. He preferred staring at his father, Jack's picture wonderingwhat might have been than admitting his lonely state of mind and calling Wally.God knew he didn't need Wally to witness him in this condition.

The picture was encasedin plastic, thanks to his forethought in his younger days to laminate the one thingthat he held onto from his family life. His father was a handsome man. Hugegrin with lots of teeth showing, windblown tousled brown hair that never met acomb that could control it and a dimple set smack dab in the center of hissquared away chin. You only saw that dimple when he smiled, which meant younever missed it.

Jude used to think hisfather was magical. Even the grumpiest of people would smile when Jack Stirlyngcame around. Too bad that particular trait didn't pass down through hereditary.No one but Wally shared a smile with Jude since his father passed away, wellnot a real smile at least.

No one except maybeNick.

Jude stretched acrossthe table until the tips of his fingers touched his keys. He wiggled them abit, forcing the keys to slide on the smooth surface just enough so he couldhook his blunt nail on the ring and collect them in his hand. He grunted fromthe pain the stretch caused him, lifting the keys in front of his face so themakeshift leather strap dangled at eye level.

After he emptied hiscan of beer, he unhooked the leather from the keys and wrapped it around hiswrist. He knew it was too small, just like the dozens of times before that heattempted to wear it.

His father died when hewas only eight, leaving him alone with a mother who didn't want to be a parentand a year later a stepdad that had no interest in children either. Nick lefthim after he had protected him from the bullies, no longer in need of a loser'sfriendship. Wally would finally wise up and walk also. Jude just waited forthat time to come.

Jude shook the emptycan, just to make absolutely sure there wasn't a sip hiding in there. Satisfiedhe had exhausted it he tossed it to the floor with the half a dozen or so othercans and stood very slowly. He grimaced from the aches, deciding he shouldbring in more than one beer at a time if he intended to continue drinking.

He hobbled into thekitchen again holding his midsection, like that would stop the hurt shootingthrough his midsection. After retrieving the last two cans in the fridge hestarted the short walk back to the couch. On his way his cordless phone rang.Picking it up off the counter he dropped it in the tub of old water in thekitchen sink and continued on.

He almost finished acan by the time he took his seat again. Between the spice he had managed topainstakingly pick out of the carpet fibers and smoke earlier (and he waspretty sure he smoked some of those fibers with it), the double dose of painmeds he had swallowed and nearly a twelve pack of beer, he finally felt like hemight get a decent night's sleep. Something he desperately needed consideringhe'd tossed and turned for the previous two nights. Between the aching his bodywas doing and the throbbing his lips still felt from that damn kiss Billy gavehim, sleep had been elusive.

Another can tossed tothe ground and the pop of the last one opening, Jude leaned back on thecushions piled behind him. Yeah, maybe more than a couple of hours of sleepwere in order.

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A highly agitated Wallybanged on the door for the fifth set of raps. Where was Jude? He knew Jude washome. Why wasn't he yelling obscenities through the door and threatening Wallybodily harm that they both knew he couldn't back up?

Damn it! Wally knewsomething was wrong. No matter how pissed Judas got, no matter if his anger wasdirected toward Wally or the world, he always eventually succumbed to Wally'spounding on the door. He tried the knob again, locked. He dug his keys out ofhis pocket and stared at the dupe he secretly made of Jude's key. He swore hewould never use this unless it was an emergency. His conscience was stillpissed at him for even daring to make a copy of Jude's key without hispermission. But Wally rationalized that he had done it for Jude's own safety.His fear of this day, the day when his knock wouldn't be answered, when thedoor wouldn't be opened…this was why he made this copy.

Judas was upset when heran out of the party the other night. That on top of Dr. Haims telling Wallythat Jude took a personal week from work definitely raised Wally's hackles. Hestill couldn't believe that when he called Jude's work they transferred himstraight to Dr. Haim. He knew something was wrong. You don't get doctors on thephone that easy, especially if you aren't one of their patients. He attemptedto coerce more information from the doc, but all he divulged was the certaintythat Judas would be home.

He believed the doc. Sowhy was his hammering on the door going unnoticed? That was the money question.

Without giving itanother thought, he slid the questionable key into the lock and twisted it tothe right, hearing the click of the release mechanism. Withdrawing the key heinserted it into the dead bolt just above and with a bit more muscle disengagedthat lock also. He opened the door and growled at the ominous squeak it gaveoff.

He kicked an empty beercan out of his way as he bee-lined for the couch. "Well shit! You'resleeping?"

Wally bumped hisfriend's legs, nudging them harder a second time when Jude didn't respond. Hewatched Jude's legs rock back and forth from the pressure, but nothing more.Jude didn't growl at Wally for waking him, didn't kick out at the pressureagainst his legs, didn't show any signs of being disturbed.

"What thehell?" Wally exclaimed loudly. He looked around the small room, noting theempty cans littering the floor and the mess on the coffee table. He picked upone of the two empty plastic packets.

"It's a sampledrug packet."

Wally whipped his headup to see Billy standing just inside the apartment, closing the front door thathe evidently left open.

"Yeah? That makessense, but what was in it?"

Billy walked over andsnatched the empty plastic out of his hands. He turned it over, glanced at itand then snatched the second container off of the coffee table. Wally watchedBilly look around the floor of the apartment then settle his gaze on Jude."Did he take these while drinking all this? And what is that smell?"

Wally picked up onBilly's frantic tone and kneeled down by his best friend's limp body, shakinghim by the shoulders roughly. "Wake up, Jude! Damn it!"

"I'm calling nineone one." Billy mumbled behind him as Wally slapped Jude across the face.

Tobe cont'd . . .

The fun is never over with just one turn – we are the Story Orgyremember *big grin* – so head on over to the next pleasure blog and enjoymultiples with us . . .

Em Woods' story: click here
Lee Brazil's story: click here
Hank Edwards' story: click here
JR Boyd's story: click here
Jade Baiser's story: click here

Flash Friday Fiction #14

2012-02-03T05:00:00.000-05:00

Happy Friday Everyone!!!

Are you ready for the flashing to begin????

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*

"Come on, let's do it again." My heartbeat was still fast and erratic, the air flowing in and out of my lungs rapidly.

"Oh come on…again?"

I smiled down at my lover. "I promise, one last time then we can nap. We can curl up in each other's arms and snooze for as long as your heart desires. And when we wake up…"

He laughed at me, "Oh I know what we'll do when we wake up! Okay, one more time…let's get the leaves back in a pile, this time I'll make the loudest crunch when I land in them!"

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*grabs your hand and makes the leap giggling* now for the fun part—let's blog hop to the next yummy morsel awaiting our presence!

Lee Brazil ~ Patricia Logan ~ Bonni Sansom ~ Sara York ~ Cyril J. Michael ~ Venus Cahill ~ Yvonne Nicholas ~ Naomi Shaw ~ Benjamin Russell ~ Gemma Parkes ~ Cassandre Dayne ~ Katie Harper ~ Lisa Worrall ~ Aurora Rose Andromeda ~ JP Archer ~ Kendel Davi ~ CR Guiliano ~ Rawiya

Story Orgy Blog Unveiling...

2012-01-30T06:00:00.000-05:00

Happy Story Orgy Monday!

Woo Hoo…this is our anniversary edition day! Can you feel that?*hip thrusts left and right* hehe

Okay…here is the agenda for the day…no Judging Jude…*sighs* Iknow I know…it's time in the story to find out where that phone call took Jude…butthat is next Monday…promise!

Today…I need you to take my hand and hop with me…hop where youask? Well…it's a little to our left and down a smidge…right over there is thesweet spot baby *points to the brand new handy dandy Story Orgy blog*

I know! About time we did this right? hehe…but we had to save itfor something superdy duper special…a one year anniversary seems to fit thebill! *big grins*

Today we are doing something absolutely freaking spectacularlyspecial just for you…because we love you! <3

Every three hours starting now *looks at clock* OMG it's only6a! *heads desk* Okay—every 3 hours we will post a chapter in a story…by 6ptonight you would have read a full story put together by your very own StoryOrgy! Yay! *giggles and bounces*

Here is the layout:

6a – JR Boyd – prompts: sea mammaltrainer, Chicago, bottle of wine

9a – Em Woods – prompts: troubadour,graveyard, slot car

12p – Hank Edwards – prompts: best friend,mosh pit, oil rig

3p – Havan Fellows *waves and giggles* - prompts: art curator, airplane bathroom, silk stockings

6p – Lee Brazil – prompts: Diogenes, SeaWorld, wetsuit

Holy crap! Are you looking at those prompts? All of them in thesame story? *face palm* What have we done to ourselves now?

But I can tell you…JR did a terrific job starting us off…Embrought her own personal experiences into it…Hank hit us with some hot andsteamy yummies…and Lee rounds it all up and gives us a happy ending worthy ofthe Story Orgy!

Wrap all that up in the gorgeous photos that Jade Baiser got forus…including the one here that is just a glimpse of what you will get in mychapter *winks*…and you have a Monday of delights baby!

So hop on over with me…don't forget to 'follow' our blog so youdon't miss out on any of the goodies going down there *giggles*…oh andabsolutely don't forget to comment…because our Goddess has decreed there willbe prizes/gifts given out to a select number who leave comments…and if youleave a comment on every chapter you up your chances of getting somethinggreat!

Next Monday we will be posting on our individual blogs again…sodon't you be losing my addy baby…I'd miss you if you didn't come back and visitme!

*takes your hand and leaps to the fun* Woo Hoo!!!!! *giggles*

Flash Friday Fiction #13...

2012-01-27T05:00:00.000-05:00

Happy Friday Everyone!!!

Are you ready for the flashing to begin????

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*

Let's say you're sitting across from the man you love—maybe sharing a pot of coffee and some homemade cookies…in your mind you could be naked on top of that table for him to witness and judge…*leans forward and peers into his eye…the doorway to the soul*…

I sit here completely exposed to you. I stripped off the window dressing down to my core and took the leap…making you aware of my true feelings. I asked for what I wanted, not caring how needy I appeared. I did it out of reverence for us, for our relationship, for our future together.

You listened to my babbling. You didn't laugh at me. You didn't jest with the desires I require fulfilled. You didn't mock my shameful pleading or deem me a lesser man for being emotionally honest. You cradled my heart. You protected my soul.

I love you.

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Need and honesty…trust and communication…tangled webs that can destroy lives…or if respected can bind two together forever…and that is where love is nurtured.

*grabs your hand and makes the leap giggling* now for the fun part—let's blog hop to the next yummy morsel awaiting our presence!

Lee Brazil ~ Jade Baiser ~ Bonni Sansom ~ Sara York ~ Cyril J. Michael ~ Venus Cahill ~ Yvonne Nicholas ~ Naomi Shaw ~ Benjamin Russell ~ Gemma Parkes ~ Lisa Worrall ~ Sancre Darling ~ Luna Ella Aldora ~ Aurora Rose Andromeda ~ ER Pierce ~ JP Archer ~ Kendel Davi ~ Rawiya

It's fun to play with your words...LRC Antho of 2011 - Word Play

2012-01-26T20:11:00.000-05:00

Amoment to say…

OH MY FREAKING GOODNESS HOLY SHITE WOOHOO YAY PINCH ME I MUST BE DREAMING HUG ME BROTHER!!!!!!!!!!!

Myanthology…the one I did with TheStory Orgy…

Ohwait…all my anthologies are with the SO…*blushes and giggles*…yeah, lucky me Iknow…*silly smiling*

Butmy anthology Word Play published by Breathless Press won the LoveRomance Café

Anthology of the Yearfor 2011

Available at

Breathless Press

Amazon

All Romancee-books

Okayseriously…how cool is that *loopy grin*

Thankyou to everyone who voted for us…the competition was great! I'm so honored tobe among all of the anthologies…and even though it is awesome just to benominated…will I be thrown into the pit for admitting I'm sooooooooo thrilledto win? *blushes and hangs head in shame*

Come into my parlor...

2012-01-24T05:00:00.000-05:00

*peeks in the room and sees it's empty* Okay youguys…the coast is clear! Remember—get in and cop a squat…stay off of the thronethis time…Em always knows when I mess with that bad boy…this is big…HUGE…and Iwanna share it with you guys. Lee thought he was keeping an eye on me, he tendsto think I can't keep a secret *eye roll*…but when I set that new book in frontof him…oh yeah I just snuck out under his radar! *giggles and shuffles the lastof my friends into the Story Orgy room*

Okay…you guys need anything to drink? Let's see whatwe got here, Jade and Hank just did the shopping—they always make sure we havegoodies to snack on and ingredients for Lee to make us his yummies with. Let'ssee, coffee is brewing *nods in agreement* yes we really do own stock in thecoffee bean industry…*opens fridge* We also got soda, tea, milk, prunejuice…*stops and looks at the laughers*…hey—my tummy hurt, and it tastes goodmixed with the apple juice, don't judge me…or else I won't tell you what's onthe top shelf…hehe

Oh wowza we are in luck! Lee just baked some cookiesand JR made some of that bacon fudge…talk about hog heaven…I swear I was5'10" and 125lbs when I started with the SO…now I'm 5'4" and…um…wellnot 125lbs *blushes and takes a bite out of the cookie*

What? Oh my announcement…yeah, I got a littlesidetracked…did you see the dark chocolate and caramel goodness in my hand?hehe

Soooooooo…and this is between us, ofcourse…um…right? *waits for everyone to agree* You in the back—you gonna rat meout again? I know you're the one that told JR I snagged his froggy shapedglass…and that so wasn't my fault—it was pretty and I had tequila and no placeto put it, what's a girl to do? Okay I'm trusting you…*points at BenedictArnold* but I'm watching you.

Well here we go…this month is the Story Orgy's 1year anniversary! Can you believe it? *bounces up and down squeeeee'g just abit* A whole year of looking forward to Mondays…Monday prompts being posted at6a…2 contests that turned out 10 (oh yeah count that 10) terrific winners and 2terrific anthologies, And The Prompt Is Vol 1 & And The Prompt Is HolidayEdition…, with their first 90 days of sales going to excellent charities…agreat anthology, Word Play, published from Breathless Press…and 6 people; somestrangers, some friends—who after this year I can honestly say are all family!*sighs and smiles dreamily*

So here we are celebrating our 1 year anniversaryand this is the Story Orgy—we can't just say happy A-day and be done with it nowcan we?

So we put our heads together, because in an orgy 6heads are soooooo better than 1 *giggles*…and we realized it is time to up theante a bit and start our own blog! That's freaking right! We will be unveilingour Story Orgy blog on January 30th! *bouncing again and smiling loopily* Andit is sooooooo purdy! OMG…we each have our own page to let you know what isgoing on and we have our main page where we plan to post interesting tidbitswhen we get them!

Then we stopped and realized that we can't justunveil our blog without some sort of hoopla—because who doesn't love hoopla—we do!So we got another brilliant idea! This day is seriously special to us, webecame a group…so we decided to use that thought and do something special forall of you!

So this Monday…we will NOT be posting any Mondayprompts on our blogs…

*dodges the fudge and cookies being thrown at me*Hey!!! Wait a second!!! *fudge nails me in my right eye* I know who threw thatone! *peels fudge off of my eye and takes a bite* hmmmmm bacon…hehe

This Monday, instead of posting our individualprompts on our blogs…we have written a full story for you all, and it will beposted throughout the day on our Story Orgy blog.

**IMPORTANT REMINDER…

OUR PROMPTS WILL CONTINUE ONOUR

INDIVIDUAL BLOGS THE FOLLOWING MONDAY**

So here is the schedule on Monday, January 30th…

6a – JR Boyd – prompts: sea mammal trainer, Chicago, bottle of wine

9a – Em Woods – prompts: troubadour, graveyard, slot car

12p – Hank Edwards – prompts: best friend, mosh pit, oil rig

3p – Havan Fellows *waves and giggles* -prompts: art curator, airplane bathroom,silk stockings

6p – Lee Brazil – prompts: Diogenes, Sea World, wetsuit

Each of us will post a chapter in a single storybased on our prompt words…and let me tell you—it gets a tad crazy like!*giggles and takes another bite of fudge*

And of course...our beautiful Jade Baiser has scoured the World Wide Web in search of the perfect pictures to accompany our amazing feat...*smirks*

JR did a terrific job starting us off…Em brought herown personal experiences into it…Hank hit us with some hot and steamyyummies…and Lee rounds it all up and gives us a happy ending worthy of theStory Orgy!

So set the alarms on your watch…cellphone…iPad…whatever you have and meet with us 6 times this Monday for thebeginning, middle and ending of a great dream of ours come true!

*hears noise from the front room door and Lee'svoice shouting my name* Oh Shite!!! What time is it? Everyone out…through theback door and windows…go go go go go *shoos everyone out and jumps out thewindow following them…lands smack dab on my keister giggling*

Story Orgy presents: Judging Jude...pt.4

2012-01-23T05:00:00.000-05:00

Happy Story Orgy Hook Up Monday!

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*giggles and dances around* Well it is a Hook Up for me...hehe

Woo Hoo baby…Em Woods—our Story Orgy Goddess *bows*—has a new release out that is itching to be snapped up…the terrific anthology His Hero can be found at Total-E-Bound and also boasts some other yummilicious talents such as Devon Rhodes, Sara York, Sue Holston, Kit Sands and Simone Anderson!

Also—it's time to vote for the LR Café's Best of 2011 list… our anthology has been nominated…click here to vote…

***TEASER*** hehe…stop by my blog tomorrow for a little sumthing sumthing about the amazing stuff we are gonna bring you next week…if possible I'll even sneak you into the Story Orgy lair for goodies…hehe

Oh...and thank you Jade Baiser for the delectable morsel you found for us today! *hugs*

This week's prompt: Something has been mail ordered and is going to be delivered today...what is it? what is it for? What happens?

And now for your reading pleasure...

Judging Jude

pt. 4

"Oh shit! Nick was your baby brother? I'm sorry for your loss. I remember when Jude friended him, he kept talking about this young squirt who needed him. He clung to the need to be needed by someone. It gave him a release from his home life. Jude never knew why Nick stopped coming around after school let out, he chalked it up to him moving or something. I could tell it upset him. He still has that bracelet, never leaves home without it."

Billy's eyes widened. "I didn't see it on him the other night at the party."

"No you wouldn't have. It's not like he can wear a kid's bracelet anymore. He turned it into his keychain." Wally shrugged and finished his coffee.

He watched Wally push his cup aside and wipe his lips. "His keychain? That would be the same keychain that has the key to his home which is located…"

Wally chuckled. "I have to go now. I naively ordered some self-help tapes for my best friend. Not the lecturing type. Lecturing doesn't work on Jude. Real life occurrences, he'll listen to those I think. They came in today and I'm bringing them over to his apartment. Looks like a storm might be brewing, I'll have to drive slow."

Billy leaned over and looked out the window up at the clear blue cloudless sky. When he looked back at his companion, Wally winked at him and stood to leave.

"Be seeing you around, I hope, Billy."

To be cont'd . . .

The fun is never over with just one turn – we are the Story Orgy remember *big grin* – so head on over to the next pleasure blog and enjoy multiples with us . . .

Em Woods' story: click here
Lee Brazil's story: click here
Hank Edwards' story: click here
JR Boyd's story: click here
Jade Baiser's story: click here

Flash Friday Fiction #12...

2012-01-20T05:00:00.000-05:00

Happy Friday Everyone!!!

Are you ready for the flashing to begin????

So this Friday Flash Fiction is a number of talentedauthors getting together to describe a picture with just 100 words, not101...not 99 - 100 hits the mark.

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

Unexpected things happen when all you want is to beaccepted for yourself—unexpected things indeed…*points to a cute girl with aman approaching her from behind*…

The hand came down on her mouth gently but firmly. She felt hotbreath float over her ear.

"Do you think I don't know? You may be fooling them, butnot me. What do you think these guys are gonna do if they find out?"

Her green eyes widened. She knew. They didn't take nicely to deception,even if she wasn't deceiving them in her own mind. This was who she was and shewas proud of it.

He lowered his hand and kept going until he caressed her cock init. "I, on the other hand, think you're beautiful."

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Being true to yourself...that is a beautiful thing indeed…

*grabs your hand and makes the leap giggling* now for thefun part—let's blog hop to the next yummy morsel awaiting our presence!

Lee Brazil ~ Bonni Sansom ~ Sara York ~ Cyril J. Michael ~ Venus Cahill ~ Yvonne Nicholas ~ Davee Jones ~ Muffy Wilson ~ Naomi Shaw~ Gemma Parkes ~ Cassandre Dayne ~ Katie Harper ~ Lisa Worrall ~ Luna Ella Aldora ~ Aurora Rose Andromeda ~ ER Pierce ~ Jean Joachim ~ Kendel Davi

Spying on Harlan & Ryder...

2012-01-19T05:00:00.000-05:00

*wavesfrantically and calls out* Yoo Hoo! No not the drink—though I do love that chocolatey goodness…I just wanted your attention for a few please…

Ayear ago this month I started writing with a group of friends…some of them wereold friends (okay—one of them was my muse and one was my yin…lol), but themajority of them were new friends. Who knew that a year later I would still bewriting with them, but now they are my SO family…and I'm writing this blog…whatan achievement—love it! *blows them all kisses*

Thestats for my first venture into prompt writing was as follows:

Posted on Jan10, 2011

Harlan'sRyde pt. 1

Prompt:

He’d written the note on the back of hishand so he wouldn’t forget.

Now, it changed everything.

*giggles and bounces in my seat* Yep! That's theprompt that started this snowball effect! Not only was this my first promptstory, it was the first fictional story I would write for an audiencesconsumption…not just stock on a thumbdrive hidden in the pocket of my purse.

The next Monday came the actual first post from The Story Orgy…and my life changed.

Now, the reason for this trip down memory lane issimple…Harlan's Ryde is nolonger just a simple blog story…it has a wonderful home in the Story Orgy anthoWord Play…published by Breathless Press…and these twoannoyingly endearing boys have made appearances in the two following stories inmy Synchronous Seductionsseries and have done two flash fiction stories also.

And that is what I want to share with you today—eventhough Christmas is passed, just in case you missed it on the Breathless Press blog…here isRyder and Harlan in their Christmas short:

Enjoy…

Harlan's Way

Ryder tucked his arm back under theblanket and tried to ignore the blissful aroma of freshly brewed coffee inhopes of just five more minutes of fitful sleep. He'd been sleeping like a babylately and didn't want it to end. Then he smiled to himself, thinking about thereason he'd been sleeping so soundly. Harlan was somewhere in this apartment,maybe working on his laptop or appeasing his OCD with cleaning again or if Rydewas lucky he might even be cooking them a little something for breakfast.

With that thought in his head hejumped out of bed, pulled his favorite pair of sweats on and headed to thebathroom. Teeth brushed and business taken care of, he set off to find his man.He walked down the hall and peaked into the spare room that now housed Harlan'swork crap. Granted, they weren't technically living together yet—but Har spentclose to ninety percent of his time here and Ryder wanted Har to have his ownspace so he could telecommute from work as often as possible. Anything to keepHar here for another day that was Ryde's motto.

He stepped into the family room thatwas also sans Har, and stared at the tree. Earlier this week they had gone andpicked out a simple tree, not more than six feet high and slightly thinner thanthe normally sought after ones. But it fit in his apartment perfectly and theyhad decorated it with all the bulbs and ornaments that they had boughttogether.

Ryder walked over to the tree andtouched the branch jutting out at him. There was something about buyingeverything new and starting fresh. It was easy to let Har have his way whenthey decided what to purchase. The glow on his face when Ryder agreed to thesilver and green garland and the multi-faceted lights that blinked made it allworthwhile.

This was the first year Ryde had putup a Christmas tree, even though he'd been living in this apartment for justover five years. He had never seen the point; not in a tree, or celebratingChristmas in general. But this year…this year there was more than just a pointto doing this. This year he wanted this, and he wanted it with Harlan.

He turned to head to the kitchenwhen a shine caught his eye. He stopped and smiled. Damn if Harlan wasn't trueto his word and all those picture frames were back in their proper places onthe mantel—with new pictures in them of a smiling and happy couple. Ryder feltthe silly grin spread across his face but couldn't restrain it. This was hishappy couple. For the first time in seven years he finally had a reason to grinand he wouldn't deny himself the right to crack a smile about the little thingsthat really were big to him.

The kitchen was the only other placeHarlan would be so Ryder went in that direction. He stopped in the archway andtook in the scene before him. Harlan was setting the table with not just alittle something, but with all his favorites; banana pecan pancakes, eggs,thick cut peppered bacon and lots of butter and syrup on the side.

"Um…" He chucklednervously. "Last time you made a spread like this you had just broken intomy apartment. Should I be worried?"

"That I'll break in? I alreadystole your key and made duplicates." Har laughed. "Or that I'll tryto break out? Sorry, that one isn't happening either."

Ryder shook his head in mirth andmade a beeline for his lover. With three long strides he had Harlan on thecounter and took ownership of his mouth, forcing his tongue through thoseperfect lips and tasting Harlan. Harlan should be the first flavor to pass hislips every morning, nothing else would do.

Grabbing Harlan's hips he tugged himto the edge of the counter and grinded against him.

"Hey. You're wearingjeans?" He leaned back and looked Harlan up and down. Sure enough, hewasn't dressed for a sexy stay-at-home Saturday breakfast. He was dressed to goout in his skinny jeans and crisp white shirt with his flannel on over it, heeven had sneakers on.

"Yeah…um…my mini-skirt wasdirty?" Har joked.

Ryde swatted him on his hip."First, don't play—that actually sounds hot. Second, why are you dressedfor a day out instead of a day in? I don't wanna go out on Christmas Eve,people get crazy this time of year! Let's take our food and head back to thebedroom and find interesting ways to eat it." He waggled his eyebrows atHarlan.

"Oh yeah, that's not happening!No food in the bed, need I remind you of the toast fiasco of last month? I hadcrumbs in places that should never be touched by food!"

"Ha! Says you, my tongue foundevery single crumb thank you very much." Ryder chuckled.

"Yeah well, I actually haveplans today."

A knock on the door stopped Ryderfrom wondering what his boyfriend had up his sleeve. "I'll get that, andwhen I come back you better have a darn good reason for leaving me alonewithout any morning hanky panky." He headed off for the door.

Ryder heard Harlan hop off of thecounter. "Wait. Maybe I should answer that."

"I'm already here." Heturned to look questioningly at Harlan as he opened the door.

"Yeah. I'm still wondering whyhe keeps you around." The voice from the front door of the apartmentgrated down Ryde's nerves like nails down a chalkboard.

He swung his head back to the opendoorway and growled at Ritchie while addressing Harlan, "What is he doinghere? It's Christmas Eve, shouldn't I be safe from having to put up withannoying little twerps?"

Ritchie smiled wide at Ryder."So I see you decided to keep the stray, Harlan. I hope he has his shotsand has been neutered. You don't want him spraying all over thinking he hasterritory to mark."

"Don't you worry about myterritory, Ritchie, I marked it last night…twice."

Ritchie pushed his way past Ryderand propped on the armrest of the sofa. "Only twice? Well you are olderthan us, twice is probably the best you got. By the way, cover up some,answering the door shirtless isn't the best look for you."

"Rit—"

Ryder ignored Harlan's attempt atcontrolling his best friend and leaned against the edge of the still open frontdoor, massaging his chest with his hand. "What's wrong Ritchie, don't likestaring at the chest that Harlan chose over you? It must really get your goatthat I have what he wants."

"Ryd—"

Ritchie waved his hand to stopHarlan's interruption. "Harlan always was one for charity cases, one ofthe things that endears him to me. Now if you don't mind, we have Christmasshopping to do for his worse half." He grabbed Har by the wrist and headedout of the apartment.

Harlan paused long enough to kissRyder quickly on the lips and tell him he loved him, then they were walkingdown the hall together. Ritchie's voice floated back to Ryder, "I'mthinking you need to pick up a nice pink g-string with white fringe for thatman of yours. Do you think they carry them in the size small?"

Ryder let the door swing close andsmiled. He reached into the pocket of his sweats and pulled out the ring box,opening it to look at the matching platinum bands with a tiny row of diamondson each one. Tomorrow was the day he would ask Harlan to be his husbandforever, and Harlan would want Ritchie to be his best man at the ceremony.

Yeah, Ryder's life was good.No…great. No. Ryder's life was perfect.

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*big smiles* I hope you enjoyed aglimpse at Harlan and Ryder…if you are curious how they arrived at this pointtheir story is available now in the Story Orgy antho Word Play.

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Blurb:

Ryder Halloway made a life changing decision about hisrelationship with Harlan when he was young and stupid. Thanks to one rash moment, he lost itall. He lost the only man he would everlove, his drive to even try to finish college and his zest for life.

Seven years later finds him in front of Harlan's housepreparing to take back what he lost with a vengeance. He'sprepared to use all the tricks in his arsenal to plow through every wall,protest and excuse Harlan might come up with.

Of course, he never expected Harlan to put him in thehospital …

Harlan Mychels had his heart broken in college by thepopular Ryder. He learned his lessonabout love and since then hasn't allowed anyone even remotely close to hisheart. Then one morning he turns andsees the one person able to tear his walls down and destroy what is left of it.

He uses every defensive tactic in his possession to keepRyder at arm's length, but Ryder is persistent. Harlan's not sure if he can stay safe from heartache … and he startswondering what the real heartache is – letting Ryder in again … or letting himgo for good.

Story Orgy presents: Judging Jude...pt.3

2012-01-16T05:00:00.000-05:00

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This week's prompt: A young man who'sjust spent several hours studying at a coffeehouse notices someone watching him.

And now for your reading pleasure…

Judging Jude

pt. 3

ChapterTwo

Billy sipped his blackcoffee slowly, his books open in front of him and his pen poised in hand. Toobad that was as far as he'd gotten. He was probably the only thirty-something yearold man taking an art course online for fun, but he loved the diverseness ofart, all art. He loved how ten different people could look at a single paintingor sculpture and walk away with ten different views, and there was no wrong one.He also loved that no matter how far back he studied, no matter how closeminded that era may be, when it came to art almost anything went. A gay manalways felt accepted if he walked through the diverse ages of art.

Billy liked beingaccepted. Maybe that was why he went out of his way to make people happy. Hisgramps always said if you could make someone smile today, you had a friend fortomorrow. Now how could that philosophy be wrong?

Billy wasn't a slouch.He didn't surround himself with friends because he was weak, or because heneeded people around him to validate himself. At just over six feet tall and asolid two hundred and five pounds, he wasn't in need of people to protect himphysically. Add to that his family life, supportive and loving from hisgrandparents down to his youngest sibling, and he was a well adjustedindividual mentally also. If there was a flaw, it was of the monetary kind. Buteven that was a blessing in disguise. His father gave up a money job to do whathe loved, knowing they would have to scrimp and save for extras. It was agamble worth taking because every night when he came home happy instead ofexhausted, smiling instead of scowling—well those feelings radiated through hischildhood home and were contagious.

If he was such a damnhappy man, why couldn't he focus on the pretty pictures of the Renaissance era?Judas Stirlyng was why. New Year's Eve Billy had him, right there on his backporch. Hands on Jude's shoulders, lips touching…and still Jude managed toescape him.

Billy glanced up andsaw a very determined, very big man walking his way through the coffeehouse. Theway Wally was mowing down everything in his path; he wasn't worried about sillylittle obstacles like tables, chairs or patrons. Billy leaned back in his chairand waited for Wally to make it to his table's side.

"Hello, Wally. Whydon't you have a seat?" He gestured to the empty chair across from him.

"What did you doto him? What did you say? So help me God if you played me for a fool and usedhim as the butt of some sort of sick joke I'll…I'll…" Wally threw up hishands in a defeated gesture and fell into the chair offered him. "I heardyou were a good guy, why would you do that to him?"

"I kissedhim." Billy admitted as he waved at the waitress to bring them two freshcups of coffee.

Wally shot his head upand eyed Billy. "Seriously? And you're still standing? Wow."

"There's more. Hekissed me back." Billy gestured with his hand. "He might try to denyit now, but I know what happened. If I hadn't of pulled away for that briefmoment, that night might have ended differently."

The waitress arrived withtheir cups and placed them on the table. While staring at Billy, Wally pouredcream and sugar into his coffee. The spoon made a sharp clinking noise as hestirred it, but his attention never wandered from Billy's face.

Billy waited.

Finally, after Wallysipped his brew and nodded to no one in particular that it was up to par, hespoke. "I never asked before, and that might have been wrong of me. So I'masking now. Why are you interested in Jude? Most people think he's a lostcause, and you have quite a following of friends and family. Why put all thatat risk with your attention of my best friend?"

"Why are you stillbest friends with him after everything he has put you through? The gossip millin this town is horrendous, you know?"

Wally shook his headslowly. "I don't have to answer your questions. First of all I'm nottrying to get in his pants, and second he already knows why I'm still hangingon to a friendship he's tried to end numerous times. And unlike you, he willeventually talk to me again. So if you want my help from here on out you willtell me exactly what your plans are with my best friend."

Billy sighed closed hisbooks, piling his supplies neatly in order to buy him a minute or two tocompose his thoughts.

When the Virgo in himhad everything nice and neat in the far corner of the table he finally broughthis attention back to Wally. "I have three younger siblings; two brothersand a sister. Nick was born seven years after me. He was a shy kid, and peopletook that for being weak. The bullies always seemed to flock to him as easyprey. Unfortunately, with Nick, they were right. When he was in ninth grade ithad hit its worst. I can't count the amount of times that he came home withbumps and bruises on him, or starving because his lunch money had once againbeen confiscated.

"One day, though,he came home with a huge smile on his face and no new telltale marks on hisbody. He didn't even wait for anyone to ask him what was smile worthy, he wasbragging for the whole night about a new friend he met that stopped the bulliesin their tracks. He was bouncing off the walls telling anyone who would listenhow Jude stopped them all with just a look. He looked forward to bedtime thatnight, even turning off his closet light, because with Jude on his side hewouldn't have any nightmares. Yeah, a fourteen year old boy was so terrified ofthe bullies that he had to sleep with his closet light on, and I had no powerto help him. But Jude did.

"That was the lastyear Nick attended school, it was the last year he was strong enough too. Abouteleven months after he met Jude he succumbed to the leukemia that wasdestroying his body and passed away in his sleep."

Billy emptied his cupagain and tried to calculate how much coffee he consumed today. Deciding itwasn't important he signaled for more, remembering to add this to thewaitresses tip.

"A couple ofmonths after Nick's death I felt the urge to find this Jude boy. I searched forhim, and came across a loud mouthed little snot that had no respect for anyone.I figured I had found the wrong kid, I never knew a last name. Until I got alook at his backpack, with a leather bracelet hanging off of it that belongedto Nick. I took to watching him regularly, intrigued that this punk could bethe Jude that my baby brother idolized. At first it was just curiosity thatmotivated me, then it turned to a brotherly type of feeling. But when he grewup into a man, I finally had to admit that a different type of stirring washappening to my feelings. I tried to rationalize to myself that this was kindacreepy. But it didn't work. I had indeed fallen for the boy that gave my brotherthe best gift possible. The ability to enjoy the last time he had in school."

Tobe cont'd . . .

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