Have you ever been just not sure what you want to work on next? I have two works in progress right now. Okay, so it’s more like five, but two in particular are running neck and neck for all my attention. I’m having a heck of a time trying to decide which one to focus on. I keep waffling back and forth, doing a little to one and then a little to the other. In the mix, I’m not accomplishing much.
So, I thought I would put it up for a vote. See what you all think sounds the most interesting and run with that one. I suck at synopses but here goes…
The first is a vampire story I’m calling Secrets & Lies. Some of you may have read the first chapter of this here on the blog a few weeks ago. It’s basically about a natural born vampire who struggles against diversity. He just so happens to falls in love with the very human he shouldn’t, and ends up with more on his plate then he can sink his teeth into.
The second is a paranormal tentatively titled Pyromancer. It’s about a man with the ability to control fire who’s scared of making connection with anyone because his emotions rule his ability. Desperate for human contact, he strikes up a bargain with a rent boy who has more to hide than he does and things quickly slide downhill from there.
So what do you think? Vampires and werewolves, oh my? Or a man who can ignite your fire, quite literally?
Monday, April 16, 2007
Sunday, April 15, 2007
This week, on Bay City Paranormal Investigations...
Okay, so I was supposed to blog this last Sunday, but I was on vacation and totally forgot. Sigh.
**smacks self**
So here it is now, a week late, but still hot :D
On Tuesday, April 10th, the saga of Sam, Bo, and the Bay City Paranormal Investigations gang continues with book two of the series, What Hides Inside. In this book you'll find angst, drama, mansex, and monsters! Don't miss out! Buy the book here!
And now, to whet your appetite, here's a blurb and an EXTRA-SPICY-HOT-EXPLICIT excerpt :D
~*~*~
Sam Raintree’s life changed forever when he started his dream job with Bay City Paranormal Investigations. In one fateful week, he learned he was psychic, discovered he possessed the power to open interdimensional portals, and accidentally let loose a horror like he’d never imagined. He also began a relationship with his boss, Dr. Bo Broussard, a man who’d been in the closet all his life.
Now, three months later, the burden of secrets has become too heavy for a fragile relationship to bear. Bo isn’t ready to come out, and Sam is tired of hiding. When Bo hires a new investigator, Dean Delapore, Sam is intrigued in spite of himself. Dean is bisexual, attractive, and very interested in Sam.
During the intense investigation of South Bay High School, from which three students have mysteriously disappeared, Sam and Dean draw closer together, while Bo pushes Sam away despite their feelings for one another. When the investigation erupts and Sam comes face-to-face with his worst nightmare, he has to decide whether to fight for Bo’s love, or let him go.
They moved at the same time, mouths fusing together in a hard, desperate kiss. Sam cupped Bo’s head in one hand, using the other arm to pull their bodies together. He tilted his head to deepen the kiss, swallowing Bo’s soft little moans. Bo clutched him close, one hand fisted in his hair and the other sliding down to knead his ass.
“God, Sam,” Bo breathed. “I need you.”
Electricity surged through Sam’s veins. “Anything. Anything you want.”
“Let’s make love.”
The raw need in Bo’s voice made Sam’s chest tight. “Are you sure? I don’t want you to feel like you have to do anything you don’t really want.”
Bo’s lips brushed Sam’s jaw. “I’ve wanted this for a long time, but I was afraid.” He pressed closer, the unmistakable evidence of his arousal digging into Sam’s thigh. “I’m not afraid anymore. I’m ready.”
The thought of making love to Bo was enough to bring Sam achingly erect in the space of a heartbeat. He kissed Bo again, very gently, hands stroking down Bo’s back. “I’ll make it good for you. I promise.”
“I know.” Bo groaned when Sam’s hand slipped between his legs, tracing his hardness through the worn denim. “Just…let’s go slow, okay? I’ve never… No one’s ever done that, I haven’t even…touched myself that way.”
The fact that Bo was willing to bottom for him made Sam’s head swim. As much as he wanted it, though, he wanted something else more.
“Maybe another time,” Sam whispered. “Right now, I need you inside me.”
A shudder ran through Bo’s body. “Jesus.” He leaned against Sam’s chest, his heart pounding so hard Sam could feel it. “Take me to bed, before I fall down.”
Taking Bo’s hand, Sam led the way to the bedroom. His insides churned with a mix of desire and nervousness. He’d never been this anxious to please a lover. It’s being in love for the first time, he thought as he pulled Bo into his arms again. It changes everything.
Bo’s palms slid inside Sam’s T-shirt. “Get undressed, Sam. Let me see you.”
Obediently, Sam peeled his shirt off and threw it on the floor. Taking hold of the hem of Bo’s sweater, Sam lifted it, nudging Bo’s arms up so he could take it off. Once the garment was out of the way, Sam ran his hands over Bo’s chest, thumbs catching on his hard little nipples. “God, you’re gorgeous, Bo.”
Bo groaned. His hips rolled against Sam’s. “Pants. Off.”
“Yeah.”
Sam removed his own jeans first, wanting to put Bo at ease. Bo’s gaze raked down Sam’s body, hot and wanting. Reaching down, Bo yanked off his battered running shoes then started to undo his jeans. His hands shook. Staring into Bo’s eyes, Sam saw a lifetime of unfulfilled need, overlaid with a sheen of fear. He knew that fear, had felt it himself the first time he had sex with another man. Fear of the unknown, of something he’d been taught to believe was wrong. He didn’t want to see that look in Bo’s eyes. Sam was determined Bo would never again associate sex with anything but joy and pleasure and love.
“Don’t be afraid,” Sam murmured, never looking away from Bo’s wide eyes. Gently moving Bo’s hands out of the way, Sam flipped the button of his jeans open and slid the zipper down. “I’m going to take care of you.” He pushed Bo’s pants slowly down over his hips, leaning in for a feather-light kiss. “If you want to stop, just say so. We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”
Bo gasped through parted lips when Sam’s fingers traced up his shaft. “Oh…”
Nudging Bo backward, Sam lowered him onto the edge of the bed. He tugged the jeans the rest of the way off and tossed them aside, and Bo was naked, finally, bare and vulnerable to Sam’s gaze. Sam pushed Bo’s knees apart and knelt between his open legs. Bo’s cock twitched against his belly, thick and dark and already leaking, making Sam’s mouth water. Bending down, Sam brushed his lips across the head, tongue snaking out to taste.
“Oh!” Bo cried, hips jerking. “God, Sam…”
Dipping his head, Sam nuzzled Bo’s balls, breathing deep to savor the scent of Bo’s arousal. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to do this.” Sam stroked Bo’s thighs, loving the way the caramel-colored skin quivered at his touch. “How many times I’ve dreamed about sucking your cock.”
Bo whimpered and spread his legs farther apart. “Please. God, please.”
That was all the invitation Sam needed. He slid his lips over the tip of Bo’s prick and down, swallowing him to the root.
“Ah! Oh God.” Falling back onto the mattress, Bo thrust his hips up, shoving his cock down Sam’s throat in one swift, sharp motion. Not that Sam minded. He was perfectly happy to relax his muscles and let Bo fuck his mouth.
Before long Bo was writhing on the bed, legs flung wide and knees bent up, hands buried in Sam’s hair. His complete lack of inhibition came as a pleasant surprise to Sam, who’d expected to have his work cut out for him breaking through Bo’s reserve.
When he felt Bo’s shaft swell and pulse in his mouth, Sam pulled off with a pop. Raising his head, he grinned at Bo, who gaped at him in silent astonishment.
“D-don’t stop,” Bo gasped, trying to push Sam’s head back down. “So close, please.”
Sam pressed a soft kiss to the inside of Bo’s thigh. “Let me rim you.”
Bo’s eyelids fluttered, his cheeks going wonderfully pink. “Oh Christ.”
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
Rising to his feet, Sam moved up and gave Bo a long, lazy kiss, letting his lover come down a bit. When he felt some of the tension run out of Bo’s body, he pulled back and settled on the floor between Bo’s parted knees. He pushed Bo’s legs up and just stared for a minute, licking his lips. Bo’s hole clenched and relaxed as he watched, as if inviting him in. It was more than Sam could resist. He spread Bo open and flicked his tongue over the dusky pink skin.
“Fuck, you taste amazing,” Sam declared, taking another taste. “Gonna tongue-fuck you ‘til you come.”
“Oh my God,” Bo moaned, fingers bunching the covers as Sam’s mouth closed over his hole. “Oh fuck, I’ve never… Oh… So good, Sam, yes…”
Sam bent happily to his task, spurred on by Bo’s increasingly loud moans and half-formed pleas for more. Humming his pleasure, Sam worked Bo’s hole relentlessly until the tight muscles began to relax. As soon as Bo was loose enough, Sam stabbed his tongue inside and wrapped a hand around Bo’s cock.
“Fuck!” Bo cried, pushing his ass against Sam’s face. “Oh God, Sam.”
That’s it, Sam thought, wriggling his tongue deeper as he fisted Bo’s cock. Come for me.
~*~*~
Be sure and pick up book one of the series,Oleander House, as well! Oleander House will also be available in print April 17th!
**smacks self**
So here it is now, a week late, but still hot :D
On Tuesday, April 10th, the saga of Sam, Bo, and the Bay City Paranormal Investigations gang continues with book two of the series, What Hides Inside. In this book you'll find angst, drama, mansex, and monsters! Don't miss out! Buy the book here!
And now, to whet your appetite, here's a blurb and an EXTRA-SPICY-HOT-EXPLICIT excerpt :D
~*~*~
Sam Raintree’s life changed forever when he started his dream job with Bay City Paranormal Investigations. In one fateful week, he learned he was psychic, discovered he possessed the power to open interdimensional portals, and accidentally let loose a horror like he’d never imagined. He also began a relationship with his boss, Dr. Bo Broussard, a man who’d been in the closet all his life.
Now, three months later, the burden of secrets has become too heavy for a fragile relationship to bear. Bo isn’t ready to come out, and Sam is tired of hiding. When Bo hires a new investigator, Dean Delapore, Sam is intrigued in spite of himself. Dean is bisexual, attractive, and very interested in Sam.
During the intense investigation of South Bay High School, from which three students have mysteriously disappeared, Sam and Dean draw closer together, while Bo pushes Sam away despite their feelings for one another. When the investigation erupts and Sam comes face-to-face with his worst nightmare, he has to decide whether to fight for Bo’s love, or let him go.
They moved at the same time, mouths fusing together in a hard, desperate kiss. Sam cupped Bo’s head in one hand, using the other arm to pull their bodies together. He tilted his head to deepen the kiss, swallowing Bo’s soft little moans. Bo clutched him close, one hand fisted in his hair and the other sliding down to knead his ass.
“God, Sam,” Bo breathed. “I need you.”
Electricity surged through Sam’s veins. “Anything. Anything you want.”
“Let’s make love.”
The raw need in Bo’s voice made Sam’s chest tight. “Are you sure? I don’t want you to feel like you have to do anything you don’t really want.”
Bo’s lips brushed Sam’s jaw. “I’ve wanted this for a long time, but I was afraid.” He pressed closer, the unmistakable evidence of his arousal digging into Sam’s thigh. “I’m not afraid anymore. I’m ready.”
The thought of making love to Bo was enough to bring Sam achingly erect in the space of a heartbeat. He kissed Bo again, very gently, hands stroking down Bo’s back. “I’ll make it good for you. I promise.”
“I know.” Bo groaned when Sam’s hand slipped between his legs, tracing his hardness through the worn denim. “Just…let’s go slow, okay? I’ve never… No one’s ever done that, I haven’t even…touched myself that way.”
The fact that Bo was willing to bottom for him made Sam’s head swim. As much as he wanted it, though, he wanted something else more.
“Maybe another time,” Sam whispered. “Right now, I need you inside me.”
A shudder ran through Bo’s body. “Jesus.” He leaned against Sam’s chest, his heart pounding so hard Sam could feel it. “Take me to bed, before I fall down.”
Taking Bo’s hand, Sam led the way to the bedroom. His insides churned with a mix of desire and nervousness. He’d never been this anxious to please a lover. It’s being in love for the first time, he thought as he pulled Bo into his arms again. It changes everything.
Bo’s palms slid inside Sam’s T-shirt. “Get undressed, Sam. Let me see you.”
Obediently, Sam peeled his shirt off and threw it on the floor. Taking hold of the hem of Bo’s sweater, Sam lifted it, nudging Bo’s arms up so he could take it off. Once the garment was out of the way, Sam ran his hands over Bo’s chest, thumbs catching on his hard little nipples. “God, you’re gorgeous, Bo.”
Bo groaned. His hips rolled against Sam’s. “Pants. Off.”
“Yeah.”
Sam removed his own jeans first, wanting to put Bo at ease. Bo’s gaze raked down Sam’s body, hot and wanting. Reaching down, Bo yanked off his battered running shoes then started to undo his jeans. His hands shook. Staring into Bo’s eyes, Sam saw a lifetime of unfulfilled need, overlaid with a sheen of fear. He knew that fear, had felt it himself the first time he had sex with another man. Fear of the unknown, of something he’d been taught to believe was wrong. He didn’t want to see that look in Bo’s eyes. Sam was determined Bo would never again associate sex with anything but joy and pleasure and love.
“Don’t be afraid,” Sam murmured, never looking away from Bo’s wide eyes. Gently moving Bo’s hands out of the way, Sam flipped the button of his jeans open and slid the zipper down. “I’m going to take care of you.” He pushed Bo’s pants slowly down over his hips, leaning in for a feather-light kiss. “If you want to stop, just say so. We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”
Bo gasped through parted lips when Sam’s fingers traced up his shaft. “Oh…”
Nudging Bo backward, Sam lowered him onto the edge of the bed. He tugged the jeans the rest of the way off and tossed them aside, and Bo was naked, finally, bare and vulnerable to Sam’s gaze. Sam pushed Bo’s knees apart and knelt between his open legs. Bo’s cock twitched against his belly, thick and dark and already leaking, making Sam’s mouth water. Bending down, Sam brushed his lips across the head, tongue snaking out to taste.
“Oh!” Bo cried, hips jerking. “God, Sam…”
Dipping his head, Sam nuzzled Bo’s balls, breathing deep to savor the scent of Bo’s arousal. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to do this.” Sam stroked Bo’s thighs, loving the way the caramel-colored skin quivered at his touch. “How many times I’ve dreamed about sucking your cock.”
Bo whimpered and spread his legs farther apart. “Please. God, please.”
That was all the invitation Sam needed. He slid his lips over the tip of Bo’s prick and down, swallowing him to the root.
“Ah! Oh God.” Falling back onto the mattress, Bo thrust his hips up, shoving his cock down Sam’s throat in one swift, sharp motion. Not that Sam minded. He was perfectly happy to relax his muscles and let Bo fuck his mouth.
Before long Bo was writhing on the bed, legs flung wide and knees bent up, hands buried in Sam’s hair. His complete lack of inhibition came as a pleasant surprise to Sam, who’d expected to have his work cut out for him breaking through Bo’s reserve.
When he felt Bo’s shaft swell and pulse in his mouth, Sam pulled off with a pop. Raising his head, he grinned at Bo, who gaped at him in silent astonishment.
“D-don’t stop,” Bo gasped, trying to push Sam’s head back down. “So close, please.”
Sam pressed a soft kiss to the inside of Bo’s thigh. “Let me rim you.”
Bo’s eyelids fluttered, his cheeks going wonderfully pink. “Oh Christ.”
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
Rising to his feet, Sam moved up and gave Bo a long, lazy kiss, letting his lover come down a bit. When he felt some of the tension run out of Bo’s body, he pulled back and settled on the floor between Bo’s parted knees. He pushed Bo’s legs up and just stared for a minute, licking his lips. Bo’s hole clenched and relaxed as he watched, as if inviting him in. It was more than Sam could resist. He spread Bo open and flicked his tongue over the dusky pink skin.
“Fuck, you taste amazing,” Sam declared, taking another taste. “Gonna tongue-fuck you ‘til you come.”
“Oh my God,” Bo moaned, fingers bunching the covers as Sam’s mouth closed over his hole. “Oh fuck, I’ve never… Oh… So good, Sam, yes…”
Sam bent happily to his task, spurred on by Bo’s increasingly loud moans and half-formed pleas for more. Humming his pleasure, Sam worked Bo’s hole relentlessly until the tight muscles began to relax. As soon as Bo was loose enough, Sam stabbed his tongue inside and wrapped a hand around Bo’s cock.
“Fuck!” Bo cried, pushing his ass against Sam’s face. “Oh God, Sam.”
That’s it, Sam thought, wriggling his tongue deeper as he fisted Bo’s cock. Come for me.
~*~*~
Be sure and pick up book one of the series,Oleander House, as well! Oleander House will also be available in print April 17th!
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Free Story--Kitsune Pt. 2
Continuing with the story Anne began posting the week before last I give you Part 2 of Kitsune
part 1 available HERE
He pulled away, kissing Ryuhei on the cheek. “We’re only a few minutes away from Paris now,” Kiyoshi said. “I checked with the conductor.”
Ryuhei’s shoulders drooped. “How many minutes?”
“Ryu-san…”
“Fine,” Ryuhei sighed. He lowered his voice to a sensual whisper. “Only because there’s a nice, soft bed waiting for us there. While I make love to you naked between satin sheets, I’ll whisper dirty, dirty words to you in French.”
Kiyoshi rolled his eyes and bit down on his lower lip to hide his smile. Ryuhei caught his expression despite the faint glow of the compartment’s lantern swinging overhead.
“Ha, I knew it!” he accused. “You’re teasing me.” His closed his eyes and slumped back against the seat, distraught. “My French is terrible, isn’t it? All those damned ‘L’s…”
“Your French is wonderful,” Kiyoshi laughed again. “You are terrible.”
Outside, more and more people were bustling around in the aisle. The train started to slow down and Ryuhei pressed up to the window. “Paris! This is going to be a wonderful stay. There’s so much art in this city, so many things to do. We could stay here for years, I think, and never see it all.”
Drinking in his lover’s enthusiasm and the energy radiating from his body, Kiyoshi leaned across the seat and wrapped his arms around Ryuhei’s waist. “We can stay however long you like,” he said.
Ryuhei looked away from the window and touched the sides of Kiyoshi’s face. “Thank you, kimi,” he smiled.
Kiyoshi dipped in for another kiss, this one long and passionate. “Let’s find our hotel.”
“Right away,” Ryuhei nodded.
They gathered their things and joined the other travelers as they spilled out into the Gare Montparnasse train station. In spite of the early morning hour, dozens of people crowded the building with their luggage cases while workers milled about the depot. Posters for local cabarets and shops and boutiques covered the walls, scattered newsprints and other bits of rubbish gathered in corners after having been trampled underfoot by the daily traffic.
“This way,” Ryu tugged on Kiyoshi’s shirt sleeve and headed towards an open archway that lead out to the street below. He slipped through the crowd with graceful ease, not once brushing against a mortal as he cleared the distance. It was strange then that he bumped into a woman just as he reached the edge of the platform.
“Excuse me,” he said, startled.
The woman turned around and bowed apologetically. “I’m so sorry,” she said quietly, her hands pressed across the front of her kimono.
“Oh, you’re Japanese,” Ryuhei blinked in surprise.
“I just arrived on the train and I’m afraid I’m lost,” the young woman furrowed her brow, her small, plum-colored lips turned into a pout. Tears formed in her eyes, two shimmering orbs of viridian the same color as the flower print on her haori. “Will you help me?”
The girl was quite lovely, and the pleading look she gave him tugged at Ryuhei’s heart…among other things. He gave her a reassuring smile and returned her bow. “Of course,” Ryu said, straightening and reaching out to tilt her chin up. “How could we leave a young thing like you to wander alone in this city?”
“Thank you,” her face brightened as Ryuhei gently wiped away her tears.
“What’s your name?” he asked.
“Kaomi,” the young woman took his hand rather boldly and pulled him forward. “Help me find my way home.”
“We’re missing my companion,” Ryu stopped and the girl let go of his hand. He glanced over his shoulder as Kiyoshi finally caught up with them.
“Kiyo-kun, we have to help this poor girl,” he started to explain.
“Where did she go?” Kiyoshi frowned.
Ryuhei turned, the spot where the girl had been only a second before now empty. “That’s odd,” he leaned out of the archway and stared down the steps leading to the Avenue du Maine. The girl had vanished.
to be continued...
part 1 available HERE
* * *
He pulled away, kissing Ryuhei on the cheek. “We’re only a few minutes away from Paris now,” Kiyoshi said. “I checked with the conductor.”
Ryuhei’s shoulders drooped. “How many minutes?”
“Ryu-san…”
“Fine,” Ryuhei sighed. He lowered his voice to a sensual whisper. “Only because there’s a nice, soft bed waiting for us there. While I make love to you naked between satin sheets, I’ll whisper dirty, dirty words to you in French.”
Kiyoshi rolled his eyes and bit down on his lower lip to hide his smile. Ryuhei caught his expression despite the faint glow of the compartment’s lantern swinging overhead.
“Ha, I knew it!” he accused. “You’re teasing me.” His closed his eyes and slumped back against the seat, distraught. “My French is terrible, isn’t it? All those damned ‘L’s…”
“Your French is wonderful,” Kiyoshi laughed again. “You are terrible.”
Outside, more and more people were bustling around in the aisle. The train started to slow down and Ryuhei pressed up to the window. “Paris! This is going to be a wonderful stay. There’s so much art in this city, so many things to do. We could stay here for years, I think, and never see it all.”
Drinking in his lover’s enthusiasm and the energy radiating from his body, Kiyoshi leaned across the seat and wrapped his arms around Ryuhei’s waist. “We can stay however long you like,” he said.
Ryuhei looked away from the window and touched the sides of Kiyoshi’s face. “Thank you, kimi,” he smiled.
Kiyoshi dipped in for another kiss, this one long and passionate. “Let’s find our hotel.”
“Right away,” Ryuhei nodded.
They gathered their things and joined the other travelers as they spilled out into the Gare Montparnasse train station. In spite of the early morning hour, dozens of people crowded the building with their luggage cases while workers milled about the depot. Posters for local cabarets and shops and boutiques covered the walls, scattered newsprints and other bits of rubbish gathered in corners after having been trampled underfoot by the daily traffic.
“This way,” Ryu tugged on Kiyoshi’s shirt sleeve and headed towards an open archway that lead out to the street below. He slipped through the crowd with graceful ease, not once brushing against a mortal as he cleared the distance. It was strange then that he bumped into a woman just as he reached the edge of the platform.
“Excuse me,” he said, startled.
The woman turned around and bowed apologetically. “I’m so sorry,” she said quietly, her hands pressed across the front of her kimono.
“Oh, you’re Japanese,” Ryuhei blinked in surprise.
“I just arrived on the train and I’m afraid I’m lost,” the young woman furrowed her brow, her small, plum-colored lips turned into a pout. Tears formed in her eyes, two shimmering orbs of viridian the same color as the flower print on her haori. “Will you help me?”
The girl was quite lovely, and the pleading look she gave him tugged at Ryuhei’s heart…among other things. He gave her a reassuring smile and returned her bow. “Of course,” Ryu said, straightening and reaching out to tilt her chin up. “How could we leave a young thing like you to wander alone in this city?”
“Thank you,” her face brightened as Ryuhei gently wiped away her tears.
“What’s your name?” he asked.
“Kaomi,” the young woman took his hand rather boldly and pulled him forward. “Help me find my way home.”
“We’re missing my companion,” Ryu stopped and the girl let go of his hand. He glanced over his shoulder as Kiyoshi finally caught up with them.
“Kiyo-kun, we have to help this poor girl,” he started to explain.
“Where did she go?” Kiyoshi frowned.
Ryuhei turned, the spot where the girl had been only a second before now empty. “That’s odd,” he leaned out of the archway and stared down the steps leading to the Avenue du Maine. The girl had vanished.
to be continued...
Thursday 13-movies
I've been thinking about how I watch fewer and fewer movies these days. I keep meaning to change that, but still. I never seem to have time to sit through an entire film, let alone make it to the theater. So, I though I'd list thirteen movies I have seen of late. Of late being a rather loose term. I may have to dig deep.
1. Little Miss Sunshine
I was utterly charmed by this one. The grandfather made me cringe. Greg Kinnear was very, very good.
2. The Lake House
A bit slow, but I like the leads. Yeah, I know some people complain that Keanu Reeves can't act, but I disagree. I'm not saying he's the best of his generation or anything, but I found him quite personable.
3. She's the Man
Watched with my kids. Eh. But the lead, Channing Tatum or Tatum Channing, was cute. Didn't look like a teen though.
4. How to Lose a Guy in Ten Days
Silly and charming. I liked the leads, Kate Hudson and Matthew McConaughey.
5. The Wedding Planner
Okay, so whathisname was hot (Dermott?), but this fell flat for me on so many levels.
6. Bride and Prejudice
I enjoyed it, though I honestly don't remember much of it now. Kinda fun, the breaking into song and dance.
7. Charlotte Gray
Good. Was fascinated by Billy Crudup. Found all the very English accents in France a bit jarring.
8. Stage Beauty
Fascinated by Billy Crudup…
9. Proof
I thought this was excellent, especially Paltrow's performance, also Anthony Hopkins is very good.
10. Brokeback Mountain
Good movie, too sad for my taste, though I liked the first half. I found myself glancing at my watch the second half.
11. About a Boy
Love love love. I don't know why I love this movie so much. Killing me softly…
12. Love Actually
It was okay.
13. Mean Girls
Both Lindsay Lohan and Rachel McAdams were excellent!
And now after wracking my brain, I immediately remember Wedding Crashers, which manages to be many things at once, as well as entertaining.
1. Little Miss Sunshine
I was utterly charmed by this one. The grandfather made me cringe. Greg Kinnear was very, very good.
2. The Lake House
A bit slow, but I like the leads. Yeah, I know some people complain that Keanu Reeves can't act, but I disagree. I'm not saying he's the best of his generation or anything, but I found him quite personable.
3. She's the Man
Watched with my kids. Eh. But the lead, Channing Tatum or Tatum Channing, was cute. Didn't look like a teen though.
4. How to Lose a Guy in Ten Days
Silly and charming. I liked the leads, Kate Hudson and Matthew McConaughey.
5. The Wedding Planner
Okay, so whathisname was hot (Dermott?), but this fell flat for me on so many levels.
6. Bride and Prejudice
I enjoyed it, though I honestly don't remember much of it now. Kinda fun, the breaking into song and dance.
7. Charlotte Gray
Good. Was fascinated by Billy Crudup. Found all the very English accents in France a bit jarring.
8. Stage Beauty
Fascinated by Billy Crudup…
9. Proof
I thought this was excellent, especially Paltrow's performance, also Anthony Hopkins is very good.
10. Brokeback Mountain
Good movie, too sad for my taste, though I liked the first half. I found myself glancing at my watch the second half.
11. About a Boy
Love love love. I don't know why I love this movie so much. Killing me softly…
12. Love Actually
It was okay.
13. Mean Girls
Both Lindsay Lohan and Rachel McAdams were excellent!
And now after wracking my brain, I immediately remember Wedding Crashers, which manages to be many things at once, as well as entertaining.
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
RT baskets
Less than two weeks to RT and I need your help. This is my first time going to a convention. Yikes! I'm nervous and have no clue what to do. So lend me a hand and let me know what kind of things you like to find in those hundreds of gift baskets being given away.
Forced to Submit
I'll make this brief. This is a writing night for me, and with the holiday I didn't get much done. Lots to make up for. Now, my friends at Phaze are goading me into writing something for the upcoming Force line, but the deadline is like, very soon. I had an M/M story in mind, a tale of misunderstanding and fighting the law (and the law winning, among others). We'll see how it goes.
Ltr, Leigh
Ltr, Leigh
Monday, April 9, 2007
Life Experience Quiz
Good morning. I found this quiz piddling around on the internet yesterday and thought it looked interesting. Feel free to copy and paste it into the comments section with your answers, or just tally up your score and share.
I had an asthma attack ()
Smoked A Cigarette(x )
Smoked A Cigar(x )
Smoked Weed(x)
Kissed A Member Of The Same Sex ()
Drank Alcohol (x)
Been In Love (x)
Been Dumped (x)
Been Fired (x)
Been In A Fist Fight ()
Snuck Out Of A Parent's House (x)
Had Feelings For Someone Who Didn't Have Them Back (x)
Been Arrested/Seen Someone You Know Get Arrested ()
Made Out With A Stranger (x)
Gone Out On A Blind Date ()
Had A Crush On An Older Person (x)
Skipped School ( x)
Slept With A Co-worker( )
Seen Someone / Something Die (x)
Been On A Plane ()
Thrown Up From Drinking (x)
Eaten Sushi ( )
Been Snowboarding ()
Been Mosh Pitting()
Taken Pain Killers (x)
Love(d)or Lust(d) Someone Who You Can't Have (x)
Been in a bad relationship (x)
Laid On Your Back And Watched Cloud Shapes Go By (x)
Made A Snow / Sand Angel (x)
Had A Tea Party (x)
Flown A Kite (x)
Built A Sand Castle (x)
Gone Puddle Jumping (x)
Played Dress Up (x)
Jumped Into A Pile Of Leaves (x)
Gone Sledding (x)
Cheated While Playing A Game (x)
Been Lonely (x)
Fallen Asleep At Work / School (x )
Used A Fake / Someone Else's ID ()
Watched The Sun Set/ sun rise (x)
Felt An Earthquake ()
Kissed A Snake ()
Been Tickled (x)
Been Robbed / Vandalized ( )
Robbed Someone ()
Been Misunderstood (x)
Pet A Deer (x)
Won A Contest( x)
Been Suspended (x )
Had Detention(x)
Been In A Car/ Motorcycle Accident (x)
Had / Have Braces ()
Eaten a whole liter of ice cream in one night (x)
Had deja vu (x)
Danced in the moonlight (x)
Hated The Way You Look (x)
Witnessed A Crime (x)
Questioned Your Heart (x )
Been obsessed with post-it-notes (x)
Squished Barefoot Through The Mud (x)
Been Lost(x )
Been To The Opposite Side Of The World ()
Swam In The Ocean (x)
Felt Like You Were Dying (x)
Cried Yourself To Sleep (x)
Played Cops And Robbers( x)
Recently Colored With Crayons / Colored Pencils / Markers(x)
Sang Karaoke()
Done Something You Told Yourself You Wouldn't (x)
Made Prank Phone Calls( x)
Laughed Until Some Kind Of Beverage Came Out Of Your Nose(x) Kissed In The Rain(x)
Written A Letter To Santa Claus (x )
Been Kissed Under A Mistletoe (x)
Watched The Sun Set With Someone You Care / Cared About(x)
Blown Bubbles(x)
Made A Bonfire On The Beach( )
Crashed A Party(x )
Have Traveled More Than 5 Days With A Car Full Of People()
Gone Rollerskating / Blading(x)
Had A Wish Come True( x)
Been Humped By A Monkey()
Worn Pearls(x)
Jumped Off A Bridge(x)
Screamed "Penis" In Class ()
Swam With Dolphins()
Got Your Tongue Stuck To A Pole / Freezer / Ice Cube( x)
Kissed A Fish()
Worn The Opposite Sex's Clothes(x)
Sat On A Roof Top(x)
Screamed At The Top Of Your Lungs(x)
Done / Attempted A One-Handed Cartwheel(x)
Talked on the phone for more than 6 hours(x)
Stayed Up All Night(x)
Picked And Ate An Apple Right Off The Tree(x)
Climbed A Tree(x)
Had / Been In A Tree House(x )
Have been/Are scared To Watch Scary Movies Alone( )
Seen a Ghost()
Have/Had More Then 30 Pairs Of Shoes or Flip Flops(x )
Gone streaking(x)
Been to/Visited Someone At Jail( )
Played Chicken(x)
Been Pushed Into A Pool With All Your Clothes On (x)
Been Told You're Hot By A Complete Stranger(x )
Broken A Bone()
Been Easily Amused(x)
Caught A Fish(x)
Caught A Butterfly(x)
Laughed So Hard You Cried(x)
Cried So Hard You Laughed(x )
Mooned / Flashed Someone(x)
Had someone Moon / Flash You (x)
Cheated On A Test(x)
Forgotten Someone's Name(x)
Slept Naked(x)
French braided someones hair(x)
Gone Skinny Dippin (x)
Been Kicked Out Of Your House()
Rode A Roller Coaster()
Went Scuba-Diving / Snorkeling()
Had A Cavity (x)
Been Used(x)
Fell Going Up The Stairs( x)
Licked A Cat( )
Been shot at with a real gun()
Had sex in a field/garden( )
Flattened someone’s tires()
Drove in a car until the gas light came on(x)
My final total is 95. What's yours?
I had an asthma attack ()
Smoked A Cigarette(x )
Smoked A Cigar(x )
Smoked Weed(x)
Kissed A Member Of The Same Sex ()
Drank Alcohol (x)
Been In Love (x)
Been Dumped (x)
Been Fired (x)
Been In A Fist Fight ()
Snuck Out Of A Parent's House (x)
Had Feelings For Someone Who Didn't Have Them Back (x)
Been Arrested/Seen Someone You Know Get Arrested ()
Made Out With A Stranger (x)
Gone Out On A Blind Date ()
Had A Crush On An Older Person (x)
Skipped School ( x)
Slept With A Co-worker( )
Seen Someone / Something Die (x)
Been On A Plane ()
Thrown Up From Drinking (x)
Eaten Sushi ( )
Been Snowboarding ()
Been Mosh Pitting()
Taken Pain Killers (x)
Love(d)or Lust(d) Someone Who You Can't Have (x)
Been in a bad relationship (x)
Laid On Your Back And Watched Cloud Shapes Go By (x)
Made A Snow / Sand Angel (x)
Had A Tea Party (x)
Flown A Kite (x)
Built A Sand Castle (x)
Gone Puddle Jumping (x)
Played Dress Up (x)
Jumped Into A Pile Of Leaves (x)
Gone Sledding (x)
Cheated While Playing A Game (x)
Been Lonely (x)
Fallen Asleep At Work / School (x )
Used A Fake / Someone Else's ID ()
Watched The Sun Set/ sun rise (x)
Felt An Earthquake ()
Kissed A Snake ()
Been Tickled (x)
Been Robbed / Vandalized ( )
Robbed Someone ()
Been Misunderstood (x)
Pet A Deer (x)
Won A Contest( x)
Been Suspended (x )
Had Detention(x)
Been In A Car/ Motorcycle Accident (x)
Had / Have Braces ()
Eaten a whole liter of ice cream in one night (x)
Had deja vu (x)
Danced in the moonlight (x)
Hated The Way You Look (x)
Witnessed A Crime (x)
Questioned Your Heart (x )
Been obsessed with post-it-notes (x)
Squished Barefoot Through The Mud (x)
Been Lost(x )
Been To The Opposite Side Of The World ()
Swam In The Ocean (x)
Felt Like You Were Dying (x)
Cried Yourself To Sleep (x)
Played Cops And Robbers( x)
Recently Colored With Crayons / Colored Pencils / Markers(x)
Sang Karaoke()
Done Something You Told Yourself You Wouldn't (x)
Made Prank Phone Calls( x)
Laughed Until Some Kind Of Beverage Came Out Of Your Nose(x) Kissed In The Rain(x)
Written A Letter To Santa Claus (x )
Been Kissed Under A Mistletoe (x)
Watched The Sun Set With Someone You Care / Cared About(x)
Blown Bubbles(x)
Made A Bonfire On The Beach( )
Crashed A Party(x )
Have Traveled More Than 5 Days With A Car Full Of People()
Gone Rollerskating / Blading(x)
Had A Wish Come True( x)
Been Humped By A Monkey()
Worn Pearls(x)
Jumped Off A Bridge(x)
Screamed "Penis" In Class ()
Swam With Dolphins()
Got Your Tongue Stuck To A Pole / Freezer / Ice Cube( x)
Kissed A Fish()
Worn The Opposite Sex's Clothes(x)
Sat On A Roof Top(x)
Screamed At The Top Of Your Lungs(x)
Done / Attempted A One-Handed Cartwheel(x)
Talked on the phone for more than 6 hours(x)
Stayed Up All Night(x)
Picked And Ate An Apple Right Off The Tree(x)
Climbed A Tree(x)
Had / Been In A Tree House(x )
Have been/Are scared To Watch Scary Movies Alone( )
Seen a Ghost()
Have/Had More Then 30 Pairs Of Shoes or Flip Flops(x )
Gone streaking(x)
Been to/Visited Someone At Jail( )
Played Chicken(x)
Been Pushed Into A Pool With All Your Clothes On (x)
Been Told You're Hot By A Complete Stranger(x )
Broken A Bone()
Been Easily Amused(x)
Caught A Fish(x)
Caught A Butterfly(x)
Laughed So Hard You Cried(x)
Cried So Hard You Laughed(x )
Mooned / Flashed Someone(x)
Had someone Moon / Flash You (x)
Cheated On A Test(x)
Forgotten Someone's Name(x)
Slept Naked(x)
French braided someones hair(x)
Gone Skinny Dippin (x)
Been Kicked Out Of Your House()
Rode A Roller Coaster()
Went Scuba-Diving / Snorkeling()
Had A Cavity (x)
Been Used(x)
Fell Going Up The Stairs( x)
Licked A Cat( )
Been shot at with a real gun()
Had sex in a field/garden( )
Flattened someone’s tires()
Drove in a car until the gas light came on(x)
My final total is 95. What's yours?
Friday, April 6, 2007
Friday already!
I thought Anne was going to pop in this weeks's installment since she's the keeper of the story file from last week. I know she's been uber busy this week so I offer up an art interlude based on our Samhain short story Blood Brothers For those of you not familar with the story here's a blurb:
In a world where the nights are darker and the passions run deeper, two young men go from friends to something more when a dangerous stranger appears on their doorstep.
In feudal Japan, war and famine tear through the countryside, and demons lurk in the darkness. Two young men struggle together on the outskirts of a ravaged village: the strong yet kind Liu Sakurai and his beloved gentle hearted Kiyoshi. And as their friendship endures the endless hardships, their bond grows into something more.
When the summer night brings a mysterious stranger to their door, the most dangerous desires of their dreams and nightmares are awakened. Blood now binds Kiyoshi and Sakurai together where once love did, but can this tie last an eternity?
Anne, artist extraordinare that she is, has put together a doujinshi (a short comic book) based on Blood Brothers. I've seen the basic pencil sketches and below is the first peek at the finished product. And Damn it looks like it came off the shelf with the pro manga! *Bows to Anne*
The doujinshi will be a freebie posted first to our Yahoogroup members.
So pop on over and sign up if you feel so inclined or check back here or on our website or LiveJournal for updates on availability.
In a world where the nights are darker and the passions run deeper, two young men go from friends to something more when a dangerous stranger appears on their doorstep.
In feudal Japan, war and famine tear through the countryside, and demons lurk in the darkness. Two young men struggle together on the outskirts of a ravaged village: the strong yet kind Liu Sakurai and his beloved gentle hearted Kiyoshi. And as their friendship endures the endless hardships, their bond grows into something more.
When the summer night brings a mysterious stranger to their door, the most dangerous desires of their dreams and nightmares are awakened. Blood now binds Kiyoshi and Sakurai together where once love did, but can this tie last an eternity?
Anne, artist extraordinare that she is, has put together a doujinshi (a short comic book) based on Blood Brothers. I've seen the basic pencil sketches and below is the first peek at the finished product. And Damn it looks like it came off the shelf with the pro manga! *Bows to Anne*
The doujinshi will be a freebie posted first to our Yahoogroup members.
So pop on over and sign up if you feel so inclined or check back here or on our website or LiveJournal for updates on availability.
Thursday, April 5, 2007
Thursday 13
Well, I thought I'd try Thursday 13 here. I'm going to list 13 m/m stories I've read and enjoyed. This is certainly not an exhaustive list—there's a lot of good gay romances out there.
1. Jumping the Fence Stephanie Vaughn
2. Willow Bend Ally Blue
3. Without Reservations JL Langley
4. Hot Sauce Scott Pomfret and Scott Whittier
5. Hot Target Suzanne Brockmann (okay, m/m relationship is secondary and not, at least in this book, HEA)
6. Swordspoint Ellen Kushner (marketed as fantasy)
7. Cagebird Karin Lowachee (okay, really more science fiction than romance and very gritty)
8. Easy Ally Blue
9. With Love JL Langley
10. Crossing the Line Stephanie Vaughn
11. A Year and a Day Willa Okati
12. Blood Brothers Anne Cain and Barbara Sheridan
13. The Letter Willa Okati
I've been crazy busy or I would be reading more. Next up are Out for Christmas by Amelia Elias and Fatal Shadows by Josh Lanyon. But I'd love some more recs. What have you read lately and loved?
1. Jumping the Fence Stephanie Vaughn
2. Willow Bend Ally Blue
3. Without Reservations JL Langley
4. Hot Sauce Scott Pomfret and Scott Whittier
5. Hot Target Suzanne Brockmann (okay, m/m relationship is secondary and not, at least in this book, HEA)
6. Swordspoint Ellen Kushner (marketed as fantasy)
7. Cagebird Karin Lowachee (okay, really more science fiction than romance and very gritty)
8. Easy Ally Blue
9. With Love JL Langley
10. Crossing the Line Stephanie Vaughn
11. A Year and a Day Willa Okati
12. Blood Brothers Anne Cain and Barbara Sheridan
13. The Letter Willa Okati
I've been crazy busy or I would be reading more. Next up are Out for Christmas by Amelia Elias and Fatal Shadows by Josh Lanyon. But I'd love some more recs. What have you read lately and loved?
Wednesday, April 4, 2007
Heroes of the M/M
I've been thinking about this a lot. Well, alright, I don't lose any sleep over it, or...maybe I do. Hmm. Anyway, how do you like your heroes? Typically in a m/f relationship we read a lot about "alpha" males. The women tend to be, women, LOL. They may come in various attitudes from kick-ass-take-no-prisoners to demure and quiet. But they're still women and when it comes down to the nitty gritty, getting between the sheets, you might see a whole new side of vulnerable. Okay, so there's always the dominatrix, but that's a whole different story and perhaps they're only like that in the bedroom.
I'm writing a m/m. Both my males are ALPHA. Both my males are Alpha in Fantasmagorical. As readers of m/m would you rather see two different type men or equals? Does it matter? Does there always have to be a soft side? One man who'd rather always receive than give? Let me know your thought on the kind of relationship you like to read about in the m/m you choose. What makes you choose one story over another?
Happy Hump Day :)
I'm writing a m/m. Both my males are ALPHA. Both my males are Alpha in Fantasmagorical. As readers of m/m would you rather see two different type men or equals? Does it matter? Does there always have to be a soft side? One man who'd rather always receive than give? Let me know your thought on the kind of relationship you like to read about in the m/m you choose. What makes you choose one story over another?
Happy Hump Day :)
Tuesday, April 3, 2007
The Dark Horse After Dark
It all started with a young man named George, this desire to write M/M. Years ago, as I struggled to write something original, I would work on my skills through writing fan fiction. While not a Trekker or X-Phile, I did hold a fascination for the shows, preferring to cross them with other fandoms. Eventually I incorporated my love of Quantum Leap into this psuedo-genre, since it made for easier crossing of the streams. In my brief fanfic career as "majhoulihan," I had Sam Beckett leaping into the 4077th, into Central Perk, and into the sound booth at KACL radio.And then one day, for reasons still unclear, I put Dr. Beckett into the body of a pre-fame Liverpudlian. The original intent of the story was to use George to keep the band together (and to get him to quit smoking, natch), but as I shaped the story the attraction to pair him with another of the lads grew strong. By the final draft it was Sam's mission to prevent another of the Beatles from offing himself over unrequited love for the Quiet One. That story (which, sadly, has dissolved into the mists of Internet oblivion) was posted on a public fanfic forum, and from there came an invitation to join a private list for Beatlefic writers.
Oh, you should have seen the place. Brokeback Mersey. Every pairing of the Fabs you could imagine - John/Paul, Paul/George, John/George, George/Ringo, John/Stu Sutcliffe, and so forth. Oddly enough, though, I rarely saw such fiction featuring Brian Epstein, which would have made sense.
It was a comfortable place to be. I wrote short pieces of different heat levels, and participating in round robin stories. I received great feedback on my work, and as I wrote I worked to transfer the fan fiction to real fiction. Writing George in this way helped shape Brady Garriston, my hero in Truth or Dare, who seduces a young male desk clerk in his apartment building early in the story. To some extent there is still influence, as the majority of my characters are musicians.
Mind you, I don't believe the real George was homosexual, and I couldn't tell you what he would think of young female fans imaging him in these compromising positions. Considering his association with Monty Python, I'd like to think he'd have gotten a kick out of it, but as writer's block doesn't come around as much anymore I doubt I'll revisit the Fabs in this manner again. There are plenty of stories to write for characters yet to be, all of whom surfaced in my consciousness, led by the music of a brilliant musician lost to us too soon.
Monday, April 2, 2007
What Do YOU Want To Read?
Happy Monday morning. Hope everyone is having a nice beginning of the week. I’m super brain dead this morning, so I thought we could have a discussion instead of my writing a huge post today and boring everyone to tears. *g*
So, here’s the question I’m going to throw out there for you to think about… What do you, the reader want to see more of in M/M fiction?
Personally, I’d like to just see… more. I run out of reading material way too quick these days. I’d really like to see more westerns and paranormals out there too. I can’t possibly EVER get enough of those.
So, here’s the question I’m going to throw out there for you to think about… What do you, the reader want to see more of in M/M fiction?
Personally, I’d like to just see… more. I run out of reading material way too quick these days. I’d really like to see more westerns and paranormals out there too. I can’t possibly EVER get enough of those.
Sunday, April 1, 2007
Ghost Hunting and Manloveliness!
People who know me well know there are two things I am particularly fond of: the TV show Ghost Hunters (and paranormal investigation in general), and men gettin' it on. So, of course I had to put those two things together in a book. A series of books, actually. The Bay City Paranormal Investigations series, from Samhain Publishing. The second book in the series, What Hides Inside, comes out April tenth. Book one in the series, Oleander House, is available now!
Here's an excerpt from Oleander House, full of hot (though not nekkid) manlove so you'll be gagging for more when What Hides Inside hits the virtual shelves on the 10th :D
Enjoy!
*****
Bo stumbled backward until his back hit the wall. His face was flushed, his pupils so dilated the irises were barely visible. “Stop it, Sam,” he said through gritted teeth.
“You don’t really want me stop, do you?” Sam planted his palms on the wall on either side of Bo’s head. A tiny corner of his brain screamed at him to quit while he was ahead, that he was letting his emotions get the better of him. But his body was on fire, his vision washed in red, and he couldn’t make himself stop. “You lied before. You do want me, even though you know it’s wrong.” He leaned forward, pressing his body against Bo’s. “Don’t you?”
A violent shudder ran through Bo’s body as Sam’s thigh shoved between his legs. For a second, Bo’s face softened as his cock hardened against Sam’s leg. Then before Sam knew what was happening, Bo pushed him away and punched him hard in the jaw.
Taken by surprise, Sam fell backward onto the floor. Bo landed on Sam’s stomach, knocking the breath out of him, and punched him again. Sam felt his lip split, felt the inside of his cheek tear on his teeth. The salty copper taste of blood flooded his mouth. He snatched a handful of Bo’s hair and yanked as hard as he could. Bo cried out, his head bent back at an awkward angle.
“Beating me up won’t make it any better, you know.” Sam turned his head and spat a mouthful of blood on the floor. “You still want me.”
Bo glared down at him. “Fuck you.”
“Exactly.”
Bo snarled, clamped a hand around Sam’s wrist and twisted. Sam’s fingers opened with the sudden pain and Bo was free. Bo’s fist clenched. Quicker than thought, Sam grabbed both of Bo’s arms and rolled on top of him, straddling his hips and pinning his wrists above his head.
“Let me up, dammit!” Bo panted, writhing wildly under Sam’s weight.
“Why, so you can hit me some more?” Sam shook his head. “I don’t think so.”
“Fucking bastard,” Bo spat.
Sam laughed. “Go ahead and yell at me, call me names, I don’t care.” He leaned down, letting his lips just brush Bo’s. “Just keep squirming like that. I like it.”
He flicked his tongue over Bo’s mouth and ground his now-full-blown erection against the answering hardness in Bo’s jeans. Rearing up, Bo bit Sam’s bruised lip. Sam hissed in pain, his grip on Bo’s wrists loosening, and before he knew it he was on his back again, with Bo kneeling over him. He stared, more aroused than ever by the feral shine in Bo’s eyes and the blood smeared on his mouth. Feeling his gaze turn heavy, Sam smiled.
“What now, Bo? Huh? What’re you gonna do now?” Sam probed the bleeding cut on his lip with his tongue. “You gonna finish what you started?”
It was a deliberately ambiguous statement, and it worked like a charm. Bo’s lips curled into a fierce smile. He swung. Sam grabbed his wrist, deflecting the blow, then Bo’s mouth was on his, kissing him hard enough to bruise. Sam didn’t even have time to be surprised. He clenched his fists into Bo’s hair and kissed him back, rough and deep.
Fingers marked flesh, teeth bruised and drew blood, as Sam and Bo rolled on the floor, tearing at each other with mouths and hands. Sam’s ankle hit the low glass-topped table in the middle of the room with an audible crack, sending a sharp pain shooting up his leg. He barely noticed.
Bo tore Sam’s shirt off, shoved his arms over his head and bit one nipple so hard that Sam cried out. Sam hooked a leg around Bo’s back and flipped him over, pinning him between his thighs. Bo let out a needy little whimper that shot through Sam like lightning.
“God, Sam, please…” Bo whispered, eyes wide and hot and wanting, and that was all Sam could stand. He buried a hand in Bo’s tangled hair and kissed him with every ounce of his pent-up lust and frustration.
Bo didn’t even pretend to resist any longer. He gave as good as he got, his kiss rough and demanding, and it was almost too intense for Sam to take.
In the back of his mind, Sam knew he should stop what was happening before events spiraled out of control. He knew he shouldn’t let Bo’s hands wander over his body like that, not when that hungry touch eroded his control. But the need rising like lava inside him said differently. He moaned into Bo’s mouth.
Sam wormed a hand between them and squeezed Bo’s erection through his jeans. Bo rolled his hips, thrusting against Sam’s palm. His breathing was ragged, his body shaking. Sam broke the kiss, pushing up on his hands to stare down into Bo’s eyes. Bo’s cheeks were flushed, his lips red and swollen. Sam thought he’d never seen anyone so perfectly desirable in his life.
Bo let out a soft keening sound, arching his body off the floor. “Don’t stop!”
*****
Grab your copy of Oleander House here! And tune in next Sunday for an excerpt from What Hides Inside!
Here's an excerpt from Oleander House, full of hot (though not nekkid) manlove so you'll be gagging for more when What Hides Inside hits the virtual shelves on the 10th :D
Enjoy!
*****
Bo stumbled backward until his back hit the wall. His face was flushed, his pupils so dilated the irises were barely visible. “Stop it, Sam,” he said through gritted teeth.
“You don’t really want me stop, do you?” Sam planted his palms on the wall on either side of Bo’s head. A tiny corner of his brain screamed at him to quit while he was ahead, that he was letting his emotions get the better of him. But his body was on fire, his vision washed in red, and he couldn’t make himself stop. “You lied before. You do want me, even though you know it’s wrong.” He leaned forward, pressing his body against Bo’s. “Don’t you?”
A violent shudder ran through Bo’s body as Sam’s thigh shoved between his legs. For a second, Bo’s face softened as his cock hardened against Sam’s leg. Then before Sam knew what was happening, Bo pushed him away and punched him hard in the jaw.
Taken by surprise, Sam fell backward onto the floor. Bo landed on Sam’s stomach, knocking the breath out of him, and punched him again. Sam felt his lip split, felt the inside of his cheek tear on his teeth. The salty copper taste of blood flooded his mouth. He snatched a handful of Bo’s hair and yanked as hard as he could. Bo cried out, his head bent back at an awkward angle.
“Beating me up won’t make it any better, you know.” Sam turned his head and spat a mouthful of blood on the floor. “You still want me.”
Bo glared down at him. “Fuck you.”
“Exactly.”
Bo snarled, clamped a hand around Sam’s wrist and twisted. Sam’s fingers opened with the sudden pain and Bo was free. Bo’s fist clenched. Quicker than thought, Sam grabbed both of Bo’s arms and rolled on top of him, straddling his hips and pinning his wrists above his head.
“Let me up, dammit!” Bo panted, writhing wildly under Sam’s weight.
“Why, so you can hit me some more?” Sam shook his head. “I don’t think so.”
“Fucking bastard,” Bo spat.
Sam laughed. “Go ahead and yell at me, call me names, I don’t care.” He leaned down, letting his lips just brush Bo’s. “Just keep squirming like that. I like it.”
He flicked his tongue over Bo’s mouth and ground his now-full-blown erection against the answering hardness in Bo’s jeans. Rearing up, Bo bit Sam’s bruised lip. Sam hissed in pain, his grip on Bo’s wrists loosening, and before he knew it he was on his back again, with Bo kneeling over him. He stared, more aroused than ever by the feral shine in Bo’s eyes and the blood smeared on his mouth. Feeling his gaze turn heavy, Sam smiled.
“What now, Bo? Huh? What’re you gonna do now?” Sam probed the bleeding cut on his lip with his tongue. “You gonna finish what you started?”
It was a deliberately ambiguous statement, and it worked like a charm. Bo’s lips curled into a fierce smile. He swung. Sam grabbed his wrist, deflecting the blow, then Bo’s mouth was on his, kissing him hard enough to bruise. Sam didn’t even have time to be surprised. He clenched his fists into Bo’s hair and kissed him back, rough and deep.
Fingers marked flesh, teeth bruised and drew blood, as Sam and Bo rolled on the floor, tearing at each other with mouths and hands. Sam’s ankle hit the low glass-topped table in the middle of the room with an audible crack, sending a sharp pain shooting up his leg. He barely noticed.
Bo tore Sam’s shirt off, shoved his arms over his head and bit one nipple so hard that Sam cried out. Sam hooked a leg around Bo’s back and flipped him over, pinning him between his thighs. Bo let out a needy little whimper that shot through Sam like lightning.
“God, Sam, please…” Bo whispered, eyes wide and hot and wanting, and that was all Sam could stand. He buried a hand in Bo’s tangled hair and kissed him with every ounce of his pent-up lust and frustration.
Bo didn’t even pretend to resist any longer. He gave as good as he got, his kiss rough and demanding, and it was almost too intense for Sam to take.
In the back of his mind, Sam knew he should stop what was happening before events spiraled out of control. He knew he shouldn’t let Bo’s hands wander over his body like that, not when that hungry touch eroded his control. But the need rising like lava inside him said differently. He moaned into Bo’s mouth.
Sam wormed a hand between them and squeezed Bo’s erection through his jeans. Bo rolled his hips, thrusting against Sam’s palm. His breathing was ragged, his body shaking. Sam broke the kiss, pushing up on his hands to stare down into Bo’s eyes. Bo’s cheeks were flushed, his lips red and swollen. Sam thought he’d never seen anyone so perfectly desirable in his life.
Bo let out a soft keening sound, arching his body off the floor. “Don’t stop!”
*****
Grab your copy of Oleander House here! And tune in next Sunday for an excerpt from What Hides Inside!
Friday, March 30, 2007
Early Friday musings with a free story!
Anyone remember Ye Old Dial-Up Internets? When computers used those archaic 56K modem thingies to literally dial into ISPs, and the horrible screeching sounds of a thousand cats being bathed occupied your phone line? Oh yeah, gooood times. *cringes*
What really sucked about Ye Old Dial-Up were the frequent and annoying drops in the connection. Sometimes I’d be working on a story with Barb or RPing, and without warning—POOF! Then would come the long re-dialing process, and it took me a mother of a time to figure out how to mute the modem speaker because DAAAAYUM that bugger was really loud at 3am!
But the Dark Dial-up Age ended once I finally moved into the 21st century (sometime in 2006) and got me some High Speed Internets. Now, a new era of uninterrupted online time has led to the creation of many stories chock full of m/m smexing (and *gasp* occasionally m/f or m/m/f too) with my partner-in-crime! A few have already been published, bunches more are on the way, and some are just short little trysts for fun.
KITSUNE is one of those short stories, taking place a few years after the events of Soul of the Night. There aren’t many beings powerful enough to prey on vampires, but Kiyoshi and Ryuhei find themselves having to deal with a pretty demoness who’s got some plans of her own with the two lovers.
Over the next few weeks, Barb and I will be serializing the Kitsune here at Slash-and-Burn, so please remember to bookmark this blog and check back often. We hope you enjoy~!
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KITSUNE
Chapter 1
France, 1880
Kiyoshi made his way down the empty aisle towards their compartment, his shoes making no sound on the carpeting. The train bounced along the tracks as it raced towards the city, now only a few miles away, and slivers of moonlight darting across the compartment walls as it streamed in through the windows.
Muffled noises and yawns came from behind the closed doors as passengers started to wake. A man with sleepy eyes and disheveled hair popped out of the compartment in front of Kiyoshi, mumbled something groggily in French and stumbled past him towards the dining car no doubt for some coffee.
Giving a polite bow as the man walked away, Kiyoshi stopped at the next compartment and slipped inside.
“Ask me how to say something in French,” Ryuhei dropped the newspaper he’d been reading on to his lap and peered at Kiyoshi over the top of his wire-rimmed glasses.
“Why are you wearing those?” Kiyoshi cocked his head to one side, sliding the door closed behind him. He hadn’t even realized when during their trip across Europe Ryuhei had gotten the glasses. He certainly didn’t need them, Ryuhei’s vision being far sharper than any mortal’s could ever be.
Ryuhei blinked. “Don’t you think they look sexy?”
“They do, actually,” Kiyoshi confessed, crossing the tight little compartment to sit down on the seat next to Ryu.
Everyone else on the train had just started to wake after the long train ride through the night. For Kiyoshi and Ryuhei, there was nothing unusual about being up at four in the morning. Ryuhei leaned back against the cloth seat, dressed in ash gray trousers and a crimson vest, his coat carefully folded on the empty bench opposite him.
“Now go on, ask me,” Ryuhei insisted, playfully waving the folded newspaper through the air. “I’ve been practicing for this trip.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” Kiyoshi laughed and sat down on the cloth seat next to Ryuhei, drawing his knees up under his chin. He reached over and fingered the hem of Ryuhei’s vest, tracing his fingertips over the embroidered silk. “Anything is fine, Ryu-san.”
“Je t'aime.” Ryuhei turned in his seat, leaning into Kiyoshi’s touch. He tossed the newspaper onto the seat across from them, placing his hand over Kiyoshi’s.
“That’s beautiful,” Kiyoshi breathed.
Ryuhei leaned in, gently brushing his lips across Kiyoshi’s. “They say French is the language of love,” he murmured, moving his free hand to tug open Kiyoshi’s collar. His kiss deepened and Kiyoshi felt the small prick of Ryuhei’s fangs on his lips.
What really sucked about Ye Old Dial-Up were the frequent and annoying drops in the connection. Sometimes I’d be working on a story with Barb or RPing, and without warning—POOF! Then would come the long re-dialing process, and it took me a mother of a time to figure out how to mute the modem speaker because DAAAAYUM that bugger was really loud at 3am!
But the Dark Dial-up Age ended once I finally moved into the 21st century (sometime in 2006) and got me some High Speed Internets. Now, a new era of uninterrupted online time has led to the creation of many stories chock full of m/m smexing (and *gasp* occasionally m/f or m/m/f too) with my partner-in-crime! A few have already been published, bunches more are on the way, and some are just short little trysts for fun.
KITSUNE is one of those short stories, taking place a few years after the events of Soul of the Night. There aren’t many beings powerful enough to prey on vampires, but Kiyoshi and Ryuhei find themselves having to deal with a pretty demoness who’s got some plans of her own with the two lovers.
Over the next few weeks, Barb and I will be serializing the Kitsune here at Slash-and-Burn, so please remember to bookmark this blog and check back often. We hope you enjoy~!
**
KITSUNE
Chapter 1
France, 1880
Kiyoshi made his way down the empty aisle towards their compartment, his shoes making no sound on the carpeting. The train bounced along the tracks as it raced towards the city, now only a few miles away, and slivers of moonlight darting across the compartment walls as it streamed in through the windows.
Muffled noises and yawns came from behind the closed doors as passengers started to wake. A man with sleepy eyes and disheveled hair popped out of the compartment in front of Kiyoshi, mumbled something groggily in French and stumbled past him towards the dining car no doubt for some coffee.
Giving a polite bow as the man walked away, Kiyoshi stopped at the next compartment and slipped inside.
“Ask me how to say something in French,” Ryuhei dropped the newspaper he’d been reading on to his lap and peered at Kiyoshi over the top of his wire-rimmed glasses.
“Why are you wearing those?” Kiyoshi cocked his head to one side, sliding the door closed behind him. He hadn’t even realized when during their trip across Europe Ryuhei had gotten the glasses. He certainly didn’t need them, Ryuhei’s vision being far sharper than any mortal’s could ever be.
Ryuhei blinked. “Don’t you think they look sexy?”
“They do, actually,” Kiyoshi confessed, crossing the tight little compartment to sit down on the seat next to Ryu.
Everyone else on the train had just started to wake after the long train ride through the night. For Kiyoshi and Ryuhei, there was nothing unusual about being up at four in the morning. Ryuhei leaned back against the cloth seat, dressed in ash gray trousers and a crimson vest, his coat carefully folded on the empty bench opposite him.
“Now go on, ask me,” Ryuhei insisted, playfully waving the folded newspaper through the air. “I’ve been practicing for this trip.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” Kiyoshi laughed and sat down on the cloth seat next to Ryuhei, drawing his knees up under his chin. He reached over and fingered the hem of Ryuhei’s vest, tracing his fingertips over the embroidered silk. “Anything is fine, Ryu-san.”
“Je t'aime.” Ryuhei turned in his seat, leaning into Kiyoshi’s touch. He tossed the newspaper onto the seat across from them, placing his hand over Kiyoshi’s.
“That’s beautiful,” Kiyoshi breathed.
Ryuhei leaned in, gently brushing his lips across Kiyoshi’s. “They say French is the language of love,” he murmured, moving his free hand to tug open Kiyoshi’s collar. His kiss deepened and Kiyoshi felt the small prick of Ryuhei’s fangs on his lips.
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