Tuesday, July 15, 2014

welcome Peyton Brittany Clarke

I'd like to welcome Peyton Brittany Clarke to my blog.  Let's find out about her and her book "Blood Bond"

1-How long have you been writing?

I've been writing for twenty years but mostly stuff I kept to myself and shared with my friends and family.

2- What is your favorite genre to write? I love writing romance because I am enthralled with the thrill of the chase, the love between the characters and the fantastic back drops that are involved.

3-What are you working on now?

Well I am working on several projects. First, the next book in my Ferae series- which Blood Bond is a part of, and second a science fiction series.

4-When you begin a story do you start with character or plot?

That is an excellent question. I always start with a character. Generally a male, then the woman or man (combination of the two) who loves him. Then I ask him/them/myself where do you live? Tell me about your lives? What's going on now?

5-Tell us about your latest/upcoming release. What inspired it?

I have to tell you it was inspired by two hot guys I saw. And I looked at them and I said to myself, you guys are powerful but what if you were more than human? What if, you wrestled with that masculinity because you were caught up in a traditional world that didn't understand it and what if the only glue that held you together in the beginning was the love of a woman. A woman you both loved? And it sort of developed from there!

Peyton Brittany Clarke

Romantic Fiction that is Hot, Sexy and Shared

peyton brittany clarke link

Blood Bond (MMF) The Ferae

[Ménage Amour: Erotic Sci-Fi/Paranormal Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/F, HEA]

Time is running out for CIA Agent Colton McClain. Caught between two worlds, he must choose—his Ferae side or human; he can’t have both. Haunted by his own failures and his family's past, Colton refuses to follow their same path. His wife Lizzie and his husband Jarrod are caught in the middle. Threatened by the townspeople for having a marriage with two alpha males instead of the traditional alpha and beta, the clock is ticking on how long they can live together as a family. Add on the fact that one of them gets the Rut because of their unconventional relationship, all bets are off that they will maintain the happiness they so desire. But their love is strong; still, can it defeat Colton’s fears? He is the key. Now he must act.


After having dropped Brody off with his parents, Lizzie was finally able to go home and prepare her husbands’ dinner. She sat down on the sofa in the family room and watched as her men as they ate their dinner and played their wretched video game. Not particularly hungry, she took small bites as she watched them hassle each other over their tactics.

“Hahaha! The cops are after you,” Jarrod mocked. He wore his baseball cap backward, causing a tendril of sandy blond hair to hang out of its side. Lean and muscular with a medium frame, his six-foot-two-inch build held no hint to the real physical strength he was able to muster.

Of the two, he was more introspective. Sometimes she often thought it was because he was a rogue. They were naturally quiet and solitary. But Colton was a rogue, too, and he was the exact opposite, at least when it came to the quiet part. A thinker, Jarrod did not move before planning the whole thing out. Unobtrusive, he could be standing beside someone in the room and the person would not even know that he was there, much less hear him come in. He was also the most secretive about what he did outside their home. Whenever she asked, he’d reply that it had nothing to do with their life here.

“Thanks to Jarrod’s wrangling, he messed up all of my stashes,” Colton complained. With hair the color of raw sienna, cut short with small waves tapering toward his neck, hollow, piercing, icy blue eyes, and a body like steel, she gave thanks every day that he was her alpha. A handful nonetheless, he was her handful, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

“With all that happens in the world today, I would think you’d want to play something less violent.” She rolled her eyes.

“Yes, true, but they don’t make an interesting version of the Care Bears game,” Colton quipped, jerking at the game’s controller.

“Do they have a Divorce Court one?” she asked dryly.

“Not for the Ferae,” Colton replied, not looking up. “Honey, get me a beer?”

Jarrod laughed. “Good one. Baby, get me one too.” He mewled, making a sound reminiscent of a whimper. His was soft, low and endearing making her heart flutter.

The sound was a heartbreaker she could not not resist.

“I’m trying to eat. Why can’t you get it yourselves?” she said, standing up.

“Please?” Jarrod said, mewling again. His eyes grew wide, brows raised.

She sighed, her heart not allowing her to say no. “I only do this because I love you. Lest you think I support your habit of playing that stupid game, which encourages the worst behavior.”

Lizzie waited for a response but they ignored her, engulfed in the game once again.

“Baby, Alpha’s thirsty,” Colton whined.

She picked up her plate and took it into the kitchen with her.

“Two bottles of beer, coming up,” she said, flipping off the caps of the ice-cold brew. She sniffed it and smiled. It was a local brew. The flowery notes of Calendula struck her nose. The little perennial was one of the few substances that intoxicated their kind, because alcohol on its own, though pleasant tasting, did not.

She heard a chirp and frowned, wondering what it was. She heard it again. It came from behind her. She glanced at her bag. Curious, she reached inside. Picking up her cell phone, she looked at it. She had turned it off in the store, so why was it making noise now? She pressed the button on the side that unlocked it. The battery was dying.

She searched through the junk drawer in the kitchen, pulled out a cord, and plugged it in. She turned it on and saw that she had a text message.

Lizzie opened it. It’s been set. I’m sorry, I tried my best. Good luck.

She texted back. Are you sure?

She chewed her bottom lip as she awaited a response. It came soon enough. Yes. Tried everything. The rest is up to you.

A shiver went down her spine. She folded her arms and pressed them tightly against her.

“Where’s our beer?” Colton asked behind her.

“Oh, sorry,” she said, unplugging the cell and placing it back in her purse. She handed him the bottles.

He paused. “Something wrong?”

“No. Nothing at all.”


She escorted him to the front door. Standing inches away from him, she heard his sound breathing.

“I wasn’t even trying hard. Poor baby, are you bored?” she whispered.

He leaned forward and sniffed the crook of her neck, making her spine tingle. His hot breath beaded on her skin. His body oozed with the potency and virility of a powerful alpha male while his spicy scent made her head spin and her mound wet.

“You think you can keep up?” she asked, her breaths jagged.

“I was gonna ask you the same thing.”

His piercing blue eyes constricted as he pulled her to him. His mouth claimed hers in a hot kiss, taking her breath away. Pulling away with a hiss, he nipped at the flesh on her neck and shoulder. Bathed in pleasure, her brain switched off as she pulled off his blazer and tossed it aside. He licked her lips and devoured her mouth as they stumbled over the furniture, peeling away layers of clothing.

Her back slammed against her bedroom door as he pressed his body against hers and traced her lips with his tongue. The more he toyed with her, the harder it was to control the primal desire inside her. If she let loose she knew she would hurt this citified ferae, so tamed by the normal humans in this world.

He grabbed her ass and lifted her, wrapping her legs around his hips, and thrust forward, grinding his hard crotch into her center. She grunted as he thrust again, pushing the breath out of her body.  She unwrapped her legs and pushed him away and then turned him around and climbed onto his back. She wrapped one arm around his neck and the other around his chest and squeezed, swearing in their ancient tongue. She squeezed and squeezed, crushing his solar plexus, releasing all of the hormones for his mating desire. He writhed under her grip, nearly gasping  from  the lover’s embrace. He fell to the floor, causing her to land on her back.

He paused, caught his breath and grinned. “I thought so.” Scooping her up with one arm, he slung her over his shoulder.

Lizzie giggled with a dreamy, awesome pleasure he hadn’t experienced in years.

He tossed her onto the bed and ripped off her panties then spread her legs. He buried her face in her mound and devoured her center. Her ecstasy grew as his tongue darted in and out of her opening. She closed her eyes, trying to hold back the crest that was building to a climax, moaning and writhing from his touch. He unzipped his fly, freeing his thick, meaty cock. His rigid pole stood straight, its tip dripping with pre-cum.

She gasped as he sank into her, filling her completely. She moaned from the pleasure and the pain as he pounded her, causing her to keen with delight. He paused and looked into her eyes, before withdrawing and turning her over. Putting her on all fours, he penetrated once again, grabbing her by the scruff of her hair with one hand and holding her hip with the other.

She grunted with each thrust as his powerful ministration shook her and the bed. It had been a long time since any man had worked this good. He craned her back further, wedging his cock into the surface of her cervix and grinding. She moaned gutturally.

He released her hair and held her still as he nailed her sweet spot over and over again. She wailed her climax, again and again and again. Her arms and legs became weak as he continued to take her from behind. He spread her legs further apart, grunted as he pushed into her again. She came once again, her juices pouring all over him. His seemingly boundless stamina began to drain her.  The muscles in her center grew sore from the pressure of his rock-hard dick.

She knew an alpha of his status could go all night. And she just wasn’t ready. She tightened her mound. He paused and whimpered. He attempted to thrust once again. He didn’t want to come but she was going to make him. It was the only way she could survive the encounter and still being able to walk in the morning.

She tightened her muscles once again and then drew on them, milking him. He panted and contorted his expression in pain. He grew rigid and shrieked. The Taking was working. No ferae male liked or wanted the Taking, but often it was a female’s only defense from such an onslaught.

Available at Siren Bookstrand

Monday, July 7, 2014

Author Keta Diablo is a guest on my blog

I'd like to welcome author Keta Diablo to my blog today. Let's find out more about her and her book series " Crossroads" anthology.

1-How long have you been writing?

In one way or another, I've written most of my life. I started out writing family memoirs or single stories about my ancestors. I spent years searching my roots and traced my mother's family back to Massachusetts in 1730. The 'real life' stories fascinated me so I suppose that's what launched my writing career.

2- What is your favorite genre to write? I would have to say historical with paranormal elements. I also enjoy writing time travel because the concept is fascinating. Course, it's hard to convince the reader time travel might exist unless you stay true to what would actually happen physically and emotionally to a person if they were thrust back in time or into the future.

Two examples of my time travel books are Cradle of Dreams and Dust and Moonlight.

3-What are you working on now? A better question would be what am I NOT working on now. lol. I'm writing a western series of four books under my pen name Cait Braxton, and have Book 1 in the final editing stage. I'm halfway through a sequel to Cradle of Dreams, another novella titled Whisper of Dreams. This book should be out in July.

I've plotted in my mind the sequel to Where the Rain Is Made, a historical paranormal novel that released five years ago. I know, five years! Many readers have asked for a sequel and I hope to get around to writing that this summer and fall. Where the Rain Is Made has been nominated for a Bookie Award by Authors After Dark and is really a phenomenal novel about the Cheyenne Dog Soldiers. Well, that, and there's lots of ROMANCE, conflict and shifting from man to raven taking place. Where the Rain Is Made here: http://amzn.to/13tR4Ha

4-When you begin a story do you start with character or plot? Oh, that's a tough question. I would say the setting and timeframe come first, and the basic elements of the story. Once I have that in my mind, I start developing the characters.

5-Tell us about your latest/upcoming release. What inspired it? Crossroads Anthology is a combination of four novellas featuring featuring private investigator Frank McGuire and his partner/lover Rand Brennan. The stories follow mostly Frank on his journey to find missing children and/or serial killers. Frank can commune with the dead, but has some problems 'communicating' with humans, including Rand. During the four books, we see Frank learn, grow and hopefully become a better person. I admit, he's not very likeable in Book 1, and that was no mistake. I wanted to see if Frank was, indeed, redeemable by the end of ther seris.

Crossroads Anthology available here: crossroads link

Thank you so much, Lily, for hosting me on your blog today. If your followers would like to read more about my books, they can find my complete list on my Amazon page here:


CROSSROADS ANTHOLOGY - Keta Diablo Mystery/Suspense - GAY Contemporary (4 stories) Save $8.00 With Purchase of Anthology

Crossroads, Book 1 Private investigator and ex-cop Frank McGuire is on a quest to find his dead partner's missing son. Rand Brennan has an identity issue, exacerbated since the death of his father. Hoping to find himself, Rand drops out of college, takes to the streets, and doesn't realize he's embroiled in duplicity and murder. Frank is stymied by the rampant serial killings. He channels one of the dead victims to help him unmask the killer.

Crossroads Revisited, Book 2 PI Frank McGuire is beginning to think Baltimore is a melting pot for serial killers. Another maniac is stalking the streets but this time the killer is after gay college students. Intent on protecting his lover Rand, Frank sends him away when en enemy from his past shows up. A distraction Frank can’t afford now that the serial killer’s next victim is Rand.

Crossroads Showdown, Book 3 Tough PI Frank McGuire agrees to help the FBI locate three abducted children from a small town in West Virginia. When Frank channels his inner spirit for assistance, he mistakenly calls forth a ghost. As Frank races against time to locate the missing girls, he receives help from a dead spirit. Rand has learned to stand up to Frank and issues an ultimatum―commit to a relationship or risk losing his love when he returns from chasing ghosts.

Crossroads Shadowland, Book 4 Frank’s newest case takes him to the heart of New Orleans. This should be the perfect time to introduce Rand to the world of private investigating but the case is riddled with trouble. A century-old ghost kidnaps two young boys, and gay-haters stalk the streets of the city. Frank must enter another realm to rescue the young boys and venture into the seedy bowels of New Orleans to save the man who holds his heart.

Excerpt: Rand must have sensed his presence. He sat up in bed, rubbed the sleep from his eyes, and glanced around the room. His body tensed and his eyes widened―forest green at the moment and glistening like jack pines after a summer storm. His voice barely a whisper and strained, Rand asked, “Who’s there?” Frank put the gun to his cheek. “Get up.” With trembling arms, he pushed the covers off, dragged his legs over the edge of the bed and stood up. The whites of his eyes gleamed stark against the dark shadows in the room. “What do you want?” Frank had taken the bullets out earlier, but the kid didn’t have to know that. He placed the gun to his forehead and grabbed a shaft of his thick, dark hair. “I’ll ask the questions.” He flicked the switch on a dim lamp beside the bed. “Do you understand?” Rand swallowed hard, nodded and stared at the black hood covering his face. A fleeting moment of recognition passed over his face, but it wasn’t possible he could make out Frank’s features behind the disguise. His lean, well-muscled body sent a shiver down Frank’s spine, every inch taut and smooth, covered only by a pair of blue boxer shorts. His dark hair rested above his shoulders, glossy like his mother’s, and streaked with mahogany. Reflected light caught the angular planes of his face, the carved cheekbones and generous mouth. This was going to be harder than Frank thought. Determined to scare the shit out of him if need be, he had to find out what he was up to and he had to get his hands on that box. Rand’s voice faltered. “I don’t have any money, no jewels, not even a pack of smokes, if that’s―” His head reeled to the side when Frank delivered an open-handed slap to his cheek. “Keep your mouth shut! Unless I tell you to speak, you say nothing, got it?” Another nod. For emphasis, Frank slapped him again on the other side of his face. “Where are the drugs?” “Drugs?” Anger and fear slithered through his voice. “You’ve come to the wrong place if you’re looking for smack or coke.” Frank holstered the gun, grabbed him by the hair again and smashed his face into the wall. A fine bead of sweat dampened his forehead and his hands were clenched tightly at his sides. “You call me sir when you address me.” “Yes, sir.”

* * * Available Here on Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00L6NFOXS

Thanks so much for reading about the Crossroads Anthology! Keta

Reviews: “The characters are well written and well fleshed out. Their relationship is hot and loving. Frank knows that Rand needs certain things in life to make something of himself and he makes sure Rand is well cared for. There are BDSM elements and a paranormal aspect but all of it fits with these two men. Suspense/thrillers are my absolute favorite reads and this series is suspenseful and thrilling and action packed all the way. My advice to you is to grab your copies of the whole series and plan on staying up late reading!” Amazon reviewer, Jo S

“Ms. Diablo carefully orchestrates the scenes to include just the right amount of fear, stimulation and eroticism. The reader is instantly driven to not only see where the characters end up but also to find out the identity of the Black Rail Killer. The reveal is not what you think and that makes it so much more enticing.” Our Top Review Award, You Gotta Read, L. Moreno

“The bottom line: I give this book 5 Stars! It’s well-written, rich in detail, and the sex between the men is hot enough to burn. The ending was a surprise and tied up very well. Don’t let this one pass you by!” San Diego Examiner

“The mystery portion of the story seems to be the back story, but I think the reader can decide what the main story line is and what the minor story line is. Bringing in a character that is integral to Rand and Frank’s past is fantastic. It allows for more emotion than instinct when it comes to unraveling the killer. Crossroads Revisited is a great read and definitely worth not only buying but reading over and over again.” You Gotta Read Reviews

Saturday, June 28, 2014

Sorry for being so quiet

Hello to all my followers.  The past couple of months have been very hard on me.  I have not been able to concentrate on writing.  I just moved and started a new job at the same time, to say I have been stressed out would be an understatement.

I am hoping that after some time I will get back to writing.  In the meantime. I am offering this space to any writers who have any books they'd like highlighted.   So stay tuned.

enjoy your summer

Wednesday, June 11, 2014

The Comforts of Home a Weds Brief story

HI everyone,

I know it's been a while since I did a Weds Brief.  I've had a lot of changes going on in my life. Things are still far from settled.

Here are this week's prompts

“Explain that one more time, please.”
“He’s/She’s not a hero.”
“Oh jeez, now what?”
“He/She is going to have a cow…”
“Running away never solves the problem.”
“Do the right thing.”
“Did you just call me?”
“Time is money.”
“Be good, or be good at it.”
“You’re tripping.”
“Want to check out my mad skills?”
“Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.”
“You need some additional inspiration.”
“Get while the getting’s good.”
or have a character pay bills
or use: buffalo, brain, nephew
or have a character run into an ex
or have a character bake a cake
or use: blood, sock, fork
or use: jeans, water, weeds
or use: trash, tire, boxes 
or have a snow storm in your story
or have a draw a picture 
or “What kind of blood do you have, I think you’re my type”
or “A friend in heat is a friend indeed”
or “Blow me a kiss, handsome”
or  “I’m one hell of a butler”
or “I’ve got sea men, where’s the boat?”
I didn't have time to have it edited, so all errors are mine

The Comforts of Home

Weds Brief,

“Explain that one more time, please?” Ben spoke into the phone that was hanging out of his ear.   In the real estate game you lived on your smart phone.  The only time Ben wasn’t glued to his phone was when he was home with his husband, Tom.  They had an agreement, when they were together no work was permitted.   It was easy for Tom, being a firefighter he left his work at the firehouse.   

When they were first together, Ben often brought his work home with him.  There was a time when they almost broke up over Ben being absent in their relationship.

“What do you mean the deal fell through?  I thought the bank gave us the green light.”  Ben was arguing with a loan officer over a house that a couple was interested in.   It was a foreclosure and Ben was the liaison between the couple and the bank.   They had gotten a green light to get the house and now they found out that the couple’s bank wouldn’t approve the FHA loan. 

“But, yeah, I’ll have to talk to my clients and get back to you.”

Ben hated this part of his job.  Calling up his clients who were already thinking of the house as theirs, and telling them he was going to be shattering their dreams.

“Hello, David? Yeah it’s Ben.   I’ve got some bad news for you. Yeah I heard back from the bank and it looks like you’re being denied the loan.”  Ben could hear the man’s wife crying in the background.  She was seven months pregnant and they were hoping to get settled in a new house before the baby arrived.  It was their first child.   The house was in their preferred neighborhood, Her parents didn’t live too far, and so they’d have help with the baby when they needed it.  The price was right too, and they were lucky it didn’t need too much work. 

“I think you should call your bank and see what happened and get back to me.”

Ben knew that they probably wouldn’t get an answer for a while.  It was the end of the day and time for him to get out of the office and back home to his loving mate.

He was greeted by the smell of dinner as soon as he opened the door.  He was so lucky to be married to a man who knew his way around a kitchen.  Tom’s fellow firefighters looked forward to when it was his turn to cook.

“Mmm, what’s cookin’, good lookin’?”   Ben put down his case and wrapped his arms around Tom and they kissed.

“I’m making beef stew with all your favorite vegetables.” 

Ben loved Tom’s beef stew; he made it with a slow cooker. It was a one-pot deal, which made clean up easy.
“Have I told you I love you?”  Ben whispered into Tom’s ear as they hugged.

“Yes but you can never say it enough times.”  Tom held him tight then let go so he could take bowls out to serve it on.    He made a salad and they sat at the dinner table.

“How was your day?”  Tom asked him.

“Difficult” he told him about the couple’s problem with the bank.

“Sorry to hear about that.  I hope things work out.”   They ate Tom’s beef stew, dessert consisted of them lying on the couch watching a movie on TV and making out. 

“Mmm.  One of the things I look forward to is knowing you’re here to come home to.”  Ben still couldn’t believe how lucky he was to find a man like Tom.

“I feel the same way.    I feel so happy knowing I don’t have to go it alone.”

They fell asleep in each other’s arms.


Friday, May 30, 2014

Welcome guest author Jon Keys to my blog today

I'd like to welcome Jon Keys to my blog today.    Let's make him feel welcome and learn more about his book.

Let's find out more about him and his book, "Men In Uniform Crossfire"

1-How long have you been writing? 

I've been writing fiction for about three years. I started out writing for Nifty.org and then added a few other websites. The people reading those stories started encouraging me to submit my work to publishers. That put the bug in my ear. I was working to improve when I stumbled across my online critique group. They were a huge help in refining the "good bones" of my stories as they said about my work. My first sale was to Dreamspinner Press for their advent calendar for 2013.

2- What is your favorite genre to write?
I tend to bounce around. Almost everything I've written has been contemporary M/M. But I'm working on my NaNoWriMo from last year and it's a Dark Fantasy M/M. I also have a contract on a MMF novel that should be coming out in the next year. I have two new novels I'm developing and depending n the day they flip back and forth. One is a contemporary western M/M and the other is a contemporary super hero M/M. So yeah, I'm a little all over the place.

3-What are you working on now?
Well, i guess I let the cat out of the bag in the previous question. I tend to have several stories going at once though. Then when I start having difficulty with one of them I can put it aside and work on something else. Almost everything is under contract at this point. There are the two stories I was talking about earlier, I also am working on expanding a story called Rut that's about a couples last ditch effort to save their relationship with a fall elk hunting trip. Further back I have a story about a married couple and their adopted kids, a winter trip taken by a man who's lost his husband and now has to put his world back together. There are others, but at this point they're no more than a line or two description.

4-When you begin a story do you start with character or plot?

Plot, but just in a very general way. I'll decide I want to write in a specific setting and then the story develops from there. I do tend to plan more now that I did when I first started. I think the stories don't wonder around as much as they did when I was pantsing it.

5-Tell us about your latest/upcoming release. What inspired it? 

Well I saw Torquere Press's anthology call and was intreged with the idea of writing about men in uniform. I'd also been wanting to write a crime drama. So I had my plot and started working on the setting and characters. I decided I wanted a long term couple and at some point they decided they were both in law enforcement, but Rick is with the highway patrol and Gabriel is a deputy sheriff in a neighboring county (yes, the story and characters sometimes decide what they want to do). I love the Colorado mountains so they formed the backdrop. From there the story began to develop. I am finding out I have trouble keeping under 10,000 words. I did a lot of serious editing to get "Crossfire" under the limit. 

Thanks for having me, Lily! I’m excited to get to announce the release of Crossfire as part of the Men in Uniform anthology from Torquere Press. I’m very excited that two of my short stories are appearing in Torquere Press’s anthologies this year with another short, Showstring, coming in July. But before I get too far ahead of myself I thought I’d give everyone a little insight into my writing process. This time it’s something I’m actually decent at, blocking. Or as I like to think of it, ‘where the hell is everything?’

Like I said, I’m actually decent at this, unlike a lot of other parts of writing. I think it’s because I did well on those spatial tests in school. You know the ones. They would show you an unfolded shape and you’d have to pick what it would look like once it was put together. Oh yeah, those tests I could ace, math…math was another story. But I’m pretty good at knowing where everything is, then I don’t walk through the chair I just pulled up to the bar or I put dished into a cabinet that a few lines earlier was a picture window.

Not too surprising, blocking is important for sex scenes. I know some people use stand ins, like Barbie and Ken…or in my case Ken and Ken. I always thought Ken was kinda cute when I was a kid. But anyway, keeping track of where everything is and what lines up with what. When I read for other people, that’s one of the things I’m fairly good at catching. You can’t go from A to D without finding out where B and C went. Unless you have the superpower of certain body parts stretching far more than normal.

Even though I’m pretty good at blocking, I have found one help in creating the scenes themselves, 

Pinterest. I can search for bedrooms, bathrooms, or kitchens and find all kinds of images to nail down what I had in mind. For Rick and Gabriel’s kitchen I used this technique. It helped tremendously to have a photograph to study to see what would be where.
So anyway, that’s how I work out the blocking in the scenes for Crossfire. I hope everyone enjoys the tale as much as I did.
~ Jon ~

eBook Link: 

Rick Anthis, a forty-five year old veteran of the Colorado State Police, and his husband, Gabriel Thorkelson, a deputy sheriff in a nearby county, enjoy the peace of their suburban Boulder home. Until three gunshots rip through the tranquil neighborhood and Rick witnesses the kidnapping of his buddy, eight year old Jacob.
The clues are sparse until Gabe reminds Rick of something Jacob had said. Rick has a starting point. He and his CSI team locate the remote hideout, only to find the the kidnappers are gone, and Gabe is missing too.

Excerpt from Crossfire.
Rick dried the last dish and handed it to Gabriel to put away. Gabriel settled the last plate into the white cabinets. He loved their house and the quiet, older neighborhood it was in. He hoped Mark and Rachel could work out their issues, keeping Jacob in the forefront.
Rick put his hand around Gabriel's slender waist. He's as sexy as he was in college. Damn just being next to him makes me randy. Releasing Gabriel, Rick folded the dishtowel carefully and laid it beside the sink. "Supper was great. You're a damn fine cook."
Gabriel snickered and spun to pop Rick with a wet towel. "It should taste good. Your mother gave me herbs from her garden the last time we visited."
"Mom's just trying to fatten me up. I'm kind of skinny for a forty-three year old Greek man."
The towel snapped against Rick's butt again and he grabbed at it. Gabriel danced away, his face lit with delight. "Where does that leave me?"
Rick swept Gabriel up and kissed him. "It leaves you in my arms, just where you should be."
Rick paused as he remembered the note in his pocket. Leaving his hand on the small of Gabriel's back he reached in his shirt pocket and fished out a small piece of yellow paper. He gripped it between two fingers and dangled the sheet in front of Gabriel.
"Speaking of, I found another note in my lunch."
Gabriel studied the symbols on the page as if he'd never seen them. "Huh, what do you think that means?"
Rick smiled. "I know what it's meant the last dozen times I found one in my lunch."
"Really? And what was that?"
"It meant I was going to be exhausted the whole next day."
"You don't say. Let me see that." Gabriel took the paper from Rick's hand and appeared to study the content. "Looks like Native American symbols. Hmm, maybe 'bear' and 'hunt'." He smiled at Rick with a glimmer in his eyes. "Are we going on a bear hunt this fall?" Gabriel reached up and tugged on the short hair coming from the top of Rick's T-shirt. The slight touch shifted his libido into high gear.
He nuzzled his face against Gabriel's throat and sighed at the spicy fragrance that curled through his nostrils. Rick slid his hand under Gabriel's shirt; the rub of his chest hair on Rick's palm ignited his desire. "What's the sign for otter? Because I think I need to hunt one of those little furry things." I still can't believe Mom gave Gabe my Eagle Scout pictogram project.

Jon Keys’ earliest memories revolve around books; with the first ones he can recall reading himself being “The Warlord of Mars” and anything with Tarzan. (The local library wasn’t particularly up to date.) But as puberty set in he started sneaking his mother’s romance magazines and added the world of romance and erotica to his mix of science fiction, fantasy, and comic books.
A voracious reader for almost half a century, Jon has only recently begun creating his own flights of fiction for the entertainment of others. Born in the Southwest and now living in the Midwest, Jon has worked as a ranch hand, teacher, computer tech, roughneck, designer, retail clerk, welder, artist, and, yes, pool boy; with interests ranging from kayaking and hunting to painting and cooking, he draws from a wide range of life experiences to create written works that draw the reader in and wrap them in a good story.

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Twitter: @Jon4Keys

Sunday, May 25, 2014

The Winner of the Blog Hop IS....

I'd like to announce the winner of my contest.


congratulations.  And thanks to everyone for stopping by and entering my contest.

Debby check your e mail.