Sunday, April 29, 2012

Six Sentence Sunday

Here is my Six Sentences for this week.   From my "Pool Boy"  story that can be found in the Wicked Watchers Anthology book


Granted he’d only got a brief glimpse of him just now, and Harry did mean brief, as in the tight, blue swim trunks he was wearing and nothing else.  He went back to skimming the pool, angling the long pole so he could get all the leaves off the bottom.

“Here you go, uh, what’s your name?”

“It’s Harry, Mr. Gilchrist.”  He put the pole down on the pool deck and took the proffered water. His fingers brushed against the actor’s, and he felt his skin tingle and his cock twitch. 

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Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Wednesday Briefs

Unfortunately I was unable to do a Wednesday Briefs.   Maybe I will be able to next week.

But here are this week's participating authors


Nephylim     m/m
AJ Jarrett    m/m
Sara York     m/m
Tali      m/m
MA Church     m/m
Ashlynn Monroe    m/f
MC Houle     m/m

Monday, April 23, 2012

Welcome Guest Blogger Donna McIntosh

I am very honored to have on my blog today Donna McIntosh    She is discussing her latest book "Home."  Which now available from Silver Publishing

HOME
by Donna McIntosh

Blurb: 

LAPD Detective Sean Riker had one person that he'd always tried to arrest and bring to justice – Mitchell Yates. Yates had been in and out of trouble for years, always skating around the edges of the underground world of LA but nothing had ever been pinned on him.

One night after work, Riker entered his parking garage and spotted Yates' car. Certain Yates's had to be up to no good Riker decided to take him in for questioning. He exited his car, headed toward Yates and found himself under fire by unknown assailants. The next thing he knew, he hit the ground with a hole in his shoulder. Someone tugged him to his feet and out of the line of fire--Mitchell Yates. 

Yates got him into his own car and took off as bullets continued to rain in their direction. The exit ramps were blocked and escape from those shooting at them impossible so Yates transported the two of them to his HOME a fabricated satellite high above Earth. Riker discovered a world he thought existed only in science fiction. A place where his wound could be immediately healed and people pulled their weight because they wanted to.

Riker had to adjust his attitude and let Yates become his guide. The man showed Riker around the facility and explained The mission of the Keepers, a group seeking peace in the galaxy. 

As understanding dawned on Riker, a slow friendship developed between the two of them. The relationship deepened despite on old boyfriend of Yates interference.



HOME (Excerpt #1)
By Donna McIntosh

"You feeling all right? You need a pain killer?" Yates asked, turning back to Riker.
"No, I'm fine. I just need some answers, Yates, and the longer I'm here, wherever here is, the more questions I have."
"Come on out here; let's sit. I need some coffee. You want some? Or would you rather have something a little stronger?" They walked to the outer waiting room. Yates poured himself a cup of coffee.
"Coffee, please," Riker answered and lowered himself into a chair. "I want to make sure I'm stone-cold sober when I hear your explanation for all this."
Yates filled a second cup and joined Riker, sitting down across from him.
Riker took a few sips. "Oh, that's good! Not like the stuff they serve at the precinct and call coffee." He took a few more sips. "So start talking. Where the hell are we and how did we get here?"
"I'll tell you what I can." Yates sighed and leaned back in his chair. "We are a private group called The Keepers. This place has been around for more years than anyone actually knows. You're completely safe here."
"The Keepers? Exactly what is it that you keep?" Riker asked.
"The peace," Yates answered, sipping his coffee.
"The peace? Is this some kind of joke? If your job is to keep the peace and tonight is any example of your work, then I'd say you've failed miserably."
"You're still alive, aren't you? I'd say tonight worked out quite well." Yates grinned.
"I don't understand." Truly puzzled, Riker shook his head.
"All right. Short and sweet then. The Rivers case you've been working on. You were getting a little too close to the truth. Angleton put a hit out on you. I heard them planning it."
"Why didn't you just call and tell me?" Riker asked.
"Would you have believed me?" Yates lifted a brow and brought the mug to his lips again.
"Hell, no! You've been known to play both sides of the street for too many years."
"Exactly. That's why I showed up tonight in your parking garage. They were set to ambush you there. I was hoping to get there before them but I got delayed."
Riker shook his head and set his coffee cup down on the side table.
"I'm a marked man then?" Riker swiped a hand down over his face.
"That's about it, I'm afraid."
"So, what next? Can you find out the names of those men? Where I might be able to find them?"
"I probably could, but once Angleton sets his mind to something, he won't give up. If those men don't fulfill the contract, he'll get someone else who can."
"Why are you helping me?"
"I'm helping because you're one of the good guys, Riker. Whatever else happens, the good guys have to win." Yates leaned his head against the back of the chair and closed his eyes for a moment.
Riker studied Yates, wondering exactly what his angle could be in all this. A young man, late twenties, in cutoff blue jeans and a tank top, stuck his head in the door. "Hey, Yana. You're back!"
"Oh hi, Jimmy." Yates's head snapped back up.
"You come for the party?"
"Nah, I brought my friend here to see Noel. Don't tell Benny, but I forgot all about the party. If I can stay awake that long, I'll come by for a while."
"Great," Jimmy said. He eyed Riker, his smile disappearing. "Is he the reason you're spending so much time down there?"
"I'll see you later, Jimmy." Yates had just a hint of exasperation on his tired face. "I'll get some more coffee in me and I should be good for a couple of hours at least." Yates stood up and got himself another cup of coffee.
"Okay. He'll be gone by then?" Jimmy nodded toward Riker.
"Later, Jimmy."
"Yeah, later." He shot Yates a smile, gave Riker the once-over again, and left.
Riker raised his eyebrows in question.
"Don't ask! I'm too tired to get into that one right now. More coffee?"
"Yes, please. And more answers, too, if you can stay awake."
"I'm sorry," he apologized as he refilled Riker's cup. "I've been up for almost three days now and I'm out on my feet."
"I can see that." Riker observed Yates slump back into his chair, rubbing his eyes.
"So what was he talking about?" Riker prompted.
"Can we just skip Jimmy for now? Tell me what you want to do. Do you have some place where you can stay for a while until Angleton cools off or you can figure out your next move?"
"No, as a matter of fact, I don't. I guess I could get into a safe house for a while." Riker shrugged.
"That's no good. Angleton knows where all of them are. It's the first place he'll be looking."
"I'm open to suggestions then." Past tired himself, the more Riker settled into his chair the more his shoulder began to ache.
"Look, what do you say we catch a couple hours sleep so we can think more clearly?" Yates suggested.
"Here?" Riker asked, glancing around the small waiting room.
"No." Yates gave a soft laugh. "I have a room here and the one across from mine is empty. C'mon. Let's go get some rest."
Sean followed Yates through a hallway until it ended at two long ramps. One went down, the other up. When they turned the corner, the view astonished Riker.
"Oh my God!" Riker stopped at the railing and looked out over the huge complex below. Level after level as far down and as far up as his eyes could see. It reminded him of a large mall, with walkways crossing over the huge gap between. Across the open expanse he could see other walkways going from one level to another, long hallways going off into the distance, people milling around going about their business.
"What is this place?" he asked again.
"It's a long story, Riker. Let's get some rest first. My room is on the next level up." Yates walked on in silence, as Riker followed not taking his eyes off his surroundings for a moment.

Available April 21, 2012 the first in my new SciFi series HOME. Second book in the series THE MISSIONS is scheduled for release in July.
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Sunday, April 22, 2012

Six Sentence Sunday

Today's Six Sentences come from my book "Somebody to Love."

Blurb: 

Sam Warner is busy working in his flower shop creating beautiful arrangements to celebrate all the happy moments in his customer's lives. He only wished he had something joyful to celebrate.
He was in a relationship until the day he came home to an empty apartment and a 'Dear John' letter. Hurt and alone he decides he doesn't want to be in another relationship ever again. But fate has stepped in and he meets Matt Doyle, the bartender at a local bar.
Can Sam give love a second chance?

Six Sentences:


Sam took Matt to the back of the store and opened the refrigerator. The florist picked up a beautiful bouquet of flowers and showed it to Matt.  He touched one of the petals and made contact with Sam’s fingers that tightened around the stem of the plant.

“Beautiful,” Matt’s gaze turned from the flowers to focus on Sam’s face. “Very beautiful.”

Sam felt his heart fluttering.

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Saturday, April 21, 2012

In Honor of Earth Day

In Honor of Earth Day,  my townhouse community is having a clean up day.   We're going around and cleaning up the litter some careless residents left. 

Maybe you all can find a way to make this planet a cleaner one too.  

I know that it officially tomorrow but it is going to be raining here tomorrow.

Happy Earth Day

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Welcome Guest Blogger AJ Jarrett

I am very honored to have on my blog today AJ Jarrett.    She is discussing her latest book "Set me On Fire."  Which will be available on Sat April 21st from Silver Publishing


 
Blurb
Kelly Lynch wanted to become a firefighter to help people, but with his accident prone nature his boss, Nate Anderson, thinks he’s an utter fool. Kelly never planned to fall for Nate but now that he has, he realizes loving is easy; understanding and compromise are hard.

Nate has been attracted to Kelly since his first day at the station house. Watching the younger man day in and day out is frustrating. Kelly’s latest stunt almost got him killed and Nate fears losing the man of his dreams.

Will Nate’s demanding ways cause the embers of their love to die out? Or will Kelly prove he has what it takes to be with Nate, at work and in the bedroom?


Excerpt
The younger man leaned forward to nibble at his ear. Goosebumps ran over his arms making the hair stand up. Warm moist heat tickled his ear when Kelly spoke. "It's not teasing when you plan on making good on the offer."
He pulled back to look at Kelly. "Why don't we eat before our pizza gets cold? Then take a walk along the water and just talk." Nate removed Kelly's hand from his crotch and placed it on the table. All the sexual promises for later were fine and dandy but he wanted to make it clear he desired more than just a quick roll in the hay.
"Okay." Kelly turned away but not before Nate saw the scrunched-up look of confusion on his face.
They ate in silence. When they finished they picked up their trash and threw it in the garbage can. The sun set and the sky darkened to twilight. As they made their way toward the trail, Nate grabbed Kelly's hand and held it loosely as they walked the river's edge. He felt Kelly jump at the contact. Nate ran his thumb over Kelly's knuckles to soothe him. He wanted to get to know Kelly on a more intimate level so Kelly would see him as more than his boss and more than an easy lay.
"So, Kelly, tell me why you wanted to be a firefighter?" Nate thought it best to start off with the easy questions first.
"Good question. I guess you could say I stumbled upon it when I was in college. I didn't know what I wanted to do with my life." Kelly continued walking but kept his gaze lowered to the cement path they were walking on.
"One afternoon as I left the library and headed back to my dorm, there was this huge crowd standing around outside my building. As I got closer I saw the dorm next to mine was on fire. Then I heard the sirens of the fire engines." Kelly stopped walking to look him in the eye. "I stood out there and watched as they saved some of the students trapped inside then got the fire under control. Watching the firemen work together as a team had to be one the most amazing things I had ever seen."
A look of wonderment crossed the younger man's face and Nate had to grin. He knew the feeling of utter awe at watching and wanting to be the one helping save the people in the building. And then the need to be the one to put out the fire tearing the building apart. Yeah, he knew the feeling all too well. Fighting fires ran in his blood. All the men on his father's side of the family had been firefighters and now he and his brother carried on the family tradition.
"Well that and all the gorgeous firemen standing around. Hot as hell."
The thought of Kelly thinking any other man or men were attractive left a bitter taste in his mouth. He went to pull Kelly closer but the man dropped his hand and took off running down the trail.
"I know that look. You so want to ream my ass right now," Kelly yelled over his shoulder as he ran. "You're going to have to catch me first."
Nate dug his heels in and started running all out. His little firefighter liked to play with fire. Well this was one time an all-consuming fire was just fine. What he felt for Kelly burned him alive on the inside and he wanted to set Kelly ablaze with the same need.
Kelly's shorter legs carried him faster than Nate thought possible but before long he caught up to him. In one quick move he grabbed Kelly around the waist and took him off his feet. He swung him around until they faced each other. Kelly breathed hard from exertion and laughing. The gleam in his eyes and the sweat running down his temple from his hair crushed any of Nate's thoughts of going slow.
Nate wrapped his arms around Kelly's waist. Pulled together chest to chest Nate lowered his mouth and bit at the supple bottom lip of Kelly's mouth. Kelly moaned so loudly he scared a few birds out of a nearby tree.
Without thinking Nate ran his hands down Kelly's back until he grabbed the firm globes of his ass. He picked Kelly up off his feet and walked him backwards off the trail to give them the privacy to be intimate without fear of being interrupted. Kelly's fingers dug into his shoulders as he pushed him up against a tree.
Nate lowered Kelly's feet back to the ground and smashed their lips together. Kelly parted his lips when Nate forced his tongue against the crease, coaxing and prodding until Kelly's tongue came out to play.
Kelly gave as well as he got but Nate wanted total control. He lowered his hands to the waist at the back of Kelly's shorts. The shorts were baggy enough to allow him to slide one hand down the back. He pushed past Kelly's boxers and cupped his bare ass cheek with his hand. The skin was slightly sweaty from the humid heat and their hard run a few minutes earlier. Nate wanted to lick and taste the salty skin until the younger man begged to be fucked.
The kiss went on and on, not rushed or forced. The more Nate rubbed at the hard, muscled ass, the more Kelly relaxed. Seeing his opportunity, he pulled at Kelly's cheeks until his hole was exposed to Nate's questing digit. He gently caressed the tiny pucker, feeling the rippled skin twitch against his finger.
Kelly pulled away to look up at him. "Do it."

Author Bio
AJ Jarrett currently lives in the Midwest with her husband and four children. A lover of M/M romances she has started writing her own stories for others to enjoy. She loves her characters to be antagonistic toward one another but ultimately find their happy ever after. She believes love can be found in the craziest of places and a little humor along the way never hurt, plus to her there’s nothing sexier than two men finding their soul mate and falling in love. When she isn’t chasing around her kids she can be found sitting on the couch with her trusted laptop giving life to the voices in her head. She currently has books published through Silver Publishing and Siren Publishing.
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Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Just saw the space shuttle Discovery

This is not my photo.  But I saw the space shuttle fly over head.  I had no idea it would pass over my area but it did.   I was SO excited.   I heard the jet engine, ran outside and spotted it flying over and then saw the tail of the jet.    

SO exciting.

Sunday, April 15, 2012

Six Sentence Sunday

I just want to say I love all my books,  but my merman holds a special place in my heart.   I thought I'd do a post from this book.

Here is for all you coffee lovers out there.


Kellan was trying hard not to stare again. “Does this mean you don’t want coffee?”
“Coffee!” Jaran attempted to stand up, forgot about the tail and ended up soaking the floor. “Oops, sorry, I’ll clean that up, but yeah, I want coffee.” The tone in his voice was that of a man desperate for a cup of java.
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Thursday, April 12, 2012

Half Birthday

Do you remember when you were a kid and you were told you were 7 1/2,   (or however old you were at your half birthday)? 

Then you get to a certain age,  Probably when you turn into a teenager and you forget about 1/2 birthdays.   Today is my half birthday,  of course the time for saying I'm something and a half years old has passed a long time ago.   Just that I woke up and thought about it today.  April 12 is exactly 6 months after my birthday (I'm a Columbus Day baby.  Oct 12th)  

Just wondering if anyone else ever thinks of their half birthday.  Okay this is just a silly thing I decided to bring up.

I'm still working on my wip.  still hoping to finish it and get it off to be edited and hopefully published

have a great day

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Wednesday Briefs



A Many-Splendored Thing-by Lily Sawyer

Prompts:

"It was a dark and stormy night"  (so it's Bulmer-Lytton, sue me lol)

or the alternative prompts are:


candy, crow, a length of rope

or

"When I saw his/her eyes, I just knew that..."

or

French kiss, French fry, third French object of your choice

or

penguin, ventriloquist, rapier

or

"Are you glad to see me or is that a (fill in the blank) in  your pocket?"

Spending time with family was all good and well, but Ben yearned to be alone with Tom.  When Tom’s sister invited them to her home in Harrisburg for Easter dinner, they couldn’t refuse.  Ben was always ill at ease talking to Cathy.  He felt she didn’t like him much.   She was polite whenever he saw her which, thankfully, was not often.   She wasn’t high on his top ten list either.

“Honey, I know this dinner isn’t your cup of tea.”   Tom’s strong arms wrapped around him.   Ben’s head fell back, onto the familiar place on his firefighter’s shoulder.

“I don’t think she likes me.”

“Not like you? “ Tom kissed his neck, whispered in his ear,  “What’s not to like? You’re the most likeable fella I know.”

“Yeah?”

“In fact…” Kiss.   “You’re absolutely lovable.”

“Tom.”  Ben’s cock twitched, getting very tight in his crotch.  He turned his head so he could kiss his man.

“I’m sorry, baby, we don’t have time for that.”

Tom’s erection pressed against Ben’s buttocks.

“You tease.”

“Rain check.”

“You better!”  Ben wiggled his index finger at him.. His hand was held and the finger kissed.

“I promise.  Now you better finish getting ready. We have to leave in about fifteen minutes.”

                                                                           ****

“Sis, you really outdid yourself.”

They sat together around Tom’s sister’s dinner table, enjoying all the carefully prepared dishes: ham, green bean casserole, sweet potatoes, and a small stuffed turkey.

“You always say that.”  Cathy noted her brother’s compliment.  “I just hope you saved room for dessert.”

“Oh gosh, I’m stuffed.” Ben pushed his chair away from the table.

“I’m glad you liked it, Ben.” Cathy cleared the table.

“Here, let me help you.”  Ben grabbed some plates and followed her into the kitchen.

“It really was a great dinner, Cathy.”

“Thanks.” She was focused on wrapping the leftovers and putting them into the fridge.

“Can I ask you a question?”  Ben put the last plate into the dishwasher and turned the machine on.

“Sure.” She started the coffee maker.

“Why don’t you like me?”

“What makes you think I don’t like you?”   Cathy glanced at him as she wiped the counters and opened a box of butter cookies, placing them on a serving dish.

“Well ,first of all you barely look at me, I don’t get more than a few sentences from you when we do talk.    Correct me if I’m wrong but that doesn’t exactly make me think you want to be all friendly with me.”

“I’m sorry, Ben.   I guess it’s just that.”

“Just that what?”

Ben and Cathy both turned to look at Tom in the doorway.

“Tom.”   She smiled innocently at her brother.

“I’ve been curious about why you give Ben the cold shoulder every time we come over here, or why you make excuses why you can’t come over to our home.    Do you have a problem with Ben being my partner?”

“Can’t we discuss this another time? Our family’s waiting out there for dessert.”

“Screw dessert, Sis.   You didn’t seem to have a problem with me coming out to you years ago.   In fact, you said it didn’t make any difference to you.  That all that mattered was I’m happy.”

“Yes, I did say that, and I meant it.”

“So?  Is it Ben?  You don’t think he makes me happy?”

“Maybe I should leave.”  Ben felt this was a private conversation between Tom and his sister.

“No, this involves you.  You asked her a legitimate question and I want to hear the answer.  Do you dislike Ben?”

They both looked at Cathy; several minutes passed.

“Come on, Ben, we’re going home.”  Tom grabbed his arm, started pulling him from the kitchen.

“Wait!”  Cathy stood in front of them.

“Wait for what, Cathy?  It’s apparent you don’t like Ben for whatever reason.  Well, let me tell you something. Ben’s the love of my life.   We’re getting married and if you can’t accept that…”

“It’s not that.  This is so hard. I was planning to talk to you after you told me you got engaged ,but then the kids got sick and things got busy at work, and your work schedule being like it is…  I wanted to talk to you, in private.”  She looked from Tom to Ben and back again.

“Ben, would you please excuse us?”

He looked at Tom, then at Cathy, nodded and left.  

                                                                    ****

“Okay, tell me the truth.” Tom took a seat at the kitchen table,  Cathy next to him.

“You know all I ever wanted you to be is happy, Tom.   With Mom and Dad gone, it’s just Sam and us.  But you know how things are with him.”

“I don’t want to talk about him.”  Tom didn’t want to talk about their errant brother.

“I know, I don’t either.    After meeting Ben, talking to him, I just have to ask, does he make you happy?”

“If you’d really gotten to know him, you wouldn’t have to ask. “

“I know, I guess I was jealous.”

“Jealous? About what?” 

“You and he seem to have a perfect relationship. You know how things are between me and Kenneth.   He’s barely home these days.    Did I tell you we’re seeing a marriage counselor?”

“No, Sis, you didn’t.  I’m very sorry to hear that.”  He put his arm around her shoulder.

“How’d you know that Ben was the one?”

“When I saw his eyes, I just knew. It was like Cupid hit me with an arrow.”

“Are you happy?”

“Very.”

“That’s all I need to know.  I’m sorry about being distant with him.   I promise to do better.”

That night, after things got ironed out between Ben and Cathy and they agreed to get together more often, the two men stood in their living room, hugging.

“Are you glad to see me or is that a banana in your pocket?” 

“Why don’t you unpeel me and find out?”  Tom hugged Ben tighter and ran to their bedroom. Ben quickly followed him. 

Here are my fellow Briefers, we've got some newbies in the group

Nephylim     m/m
Sara York     m/m
MA Church   m/m 
AJ Jarrett    m/m



Silver shorts

Hello Everyone,

I wrote a Silver Shorts this week.    I hope you like it


Silver Shorts WK 15

Prompts

I/He/She felt the earth move...

OR

Everyone plays the fool sometime....

OR

...sitting home on a sofa on a saturday afternoon, and...

OR

His/her body swayed with the music, unable to resist the beat...


Riding the Rails-by Lily Sawyer

Charlie Porter loved riding the rails, ever since he was a little boy. He remembered the trips he and his parents made up to Rochester, New York, to visit his aunt and uncle.     Trains became so much a part of his life that, after school, he became an engineer on Amtrak.  It was a dream come true. Here he was, commanding this huge locomotive. 

Today was a special day. He was taking the New York to Toronto, Canada route.   He enjoyed the breathtaking scenery, and the short layover in Albany.    Once they got to the border the crew would change hands, and a Canadian team would come on board; the train would switch from being an Amtrak train to Via Rail, the Canadian company.  At that point, he’d do a layover somewhere in the area, sometimes in Buffalo.   He didn’t mind.   He could never see himself being in a stuffy office.   

“Can you cover for me, Max?” he asked his backup engineer. He and Max had known each other for years, and he was glad when they were assigned to the same train.

“Sure, Charlie. Go take a break.” 

Charlie walked down the narrow aisles. He’d gotten used to the way the train swayed back and forth; he didn’t have to hold onto the seats as much when he walked towards the cafĂ© car. He got himself a cup of coffee and a slice of pizza and walked over to a booth.

“Is this seat taken?” he asked the handsome, dark-haired gentleman already sitting there.

“Of course not, please join me.”

Charlie carefully placed his tray on the table and slid in opposite the other man.

“I was wondering when you were taking your break, Charlie.   I miss you so much.”

“I miss you too, Sam.” He reached under the table and squeezed Sam’s knee.

“Are you going to have a layover?”

“Yes, and I have a surprise. I’ve booked us a room in Toronto.  Please tell me you brought your passport.”   Charlie had hoped Sam would join him on this trip up North; they had a brownstone in Park Slope Brooklyn and led a happy, quiet life.   Sam had been a firefighter before he got injured on the job and retired.   He then decided to pursue a passion he’d always had—writing.    He started writing romance novels—gay romance novels.     He wasn’t sure about getting them published, but Charlie wouldn’t allow Sam to let his masterpieces just linger on the computer and collect dust, so to speak.  They researched some online publishers and decided on one that had a wonderful reputation and gave their authors a very generous royalty. 

“Does this answer your question?”  Sam waved his blue passport in Charlie’s face.

“Why, you!”  He gently kicked Sam’s shin.

“Ow,” Sam softly exclaimed. A wicked smile on his face, he raised his cup to take a sip of coffee.

Charlie slipped his shoe off and rubbed the area he’d just kicked in a soothing manner.

“Mmm, ha ha.”  Sam laughed.

 Charlie could feel his cock twitch, the way it always did when he saw Sam.  “When do you have to be back on duty?”

“In about fifteen minutes, why?”

“Oh nothing.” Sam looked out the window at the passing scenery. “You’ll have to excuse me. I have to use the restroom.”

“Oh,” Charlie exclaimed when he felt a squeeze on his thigh. He looked at Sam and noticed the mischievous wink, and a come hither nod of his head, and then he left.     He didn’t need any translation to know exactly what plan Sam had on his naughty mind.   Charlie waited a few minutes and then followed Sam. He looked around him and went into the bathroom that said ‘unoccupied.’     The space in a train bathroom was no bigger than that on airplanes.   Charlie shut the door and locked it. He turned around in the narrow space, only to be met by a pair of lips on his. 

“We don’t have much time.”  Charlie was already pulling Sam’s T-shirt off him. he felt Sam unzip his pants, and they were around his ankles before he knew it.

“I like quickies.”  Sam undid his own jeans and turned around in the narrow space until he was leaning against the sink.   “Come on, Charlie, I want you so bad.” 

Charlie moaned when he felt Sam reach around and grab his turgid cock.   They had long since passed the time when they needed a condom, but they’d have to have lube. Charlie spotted the soap dispenser and pushed the button.   He drizzled some on Sam’s pulsing hole and the rest was slathered onto his cock. 

“Ready?” 

“Hurry, I can’t stand it anymore.”

Charlie ended Sam’s agony by plunging in; Sam hung onto the edge of the sink by his fingers.  Charlie plowed into Sam’s canal, slow at first, then he picked up the tempo.   He felt the earth move… or was that the train?

“Yes, keep going, don’t stop, don’t stop.”  Sam tried not to get too loud; they didn’t want to attract the attention of the other passengers or the conductors.  It would not only be embarrassing, but Charlie could get into a heap of trouble.

“Come for me ,baby,” he whispered in Sam’s ear as he wrapped his hand around Sam’s cock and rubbed his thumb over the cockhead.    That undid his partner.   Sam’s anal muscles milked him and he came too.

They cleaned up as best they could in the narrow space.  “Who goes out first?”

“I better,” Charlie volunteered. “I have to get back to work.   How about I meet you on the platform at Union Station?”

“It’s a date.” 

Charlie kissed Sam and carefully opened the door. He saw the coast was clear and made his way back to the engine, and back to his post.  They had another four hours before they’d see the border, and then a few more before they made it to downtown Toronto.   Charlie couldn’t wait to show his man around.   This was certainly one ride neither of them was sure to forget.

End


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Monday, April 9, 2012

Hoppy Easter Blog Hop Winner

First I'd like to thank everyone who visited and entered my contest.

And now the winner IS (drum roll please......)

Criss

Congratulations!  Look for your book in your e mail.

Again thanks to everyone and I hope you all had a great holiday

Friday, April 6, 2012

Bunny Hop Blog hop


To celebrate Easter we're having an Easter Blog Hop.   From April 6th to April 8th my fellow authors and are are going to help the Easter Bunny really make this a special Easter by giving away some prizes.   

I'm giving away a copy of my book "Catch of the Day."    Yes mermen do celebrate the holidays too! 

All you have to do is leave a comment on my blog with your name and e mail addy.  I'll be announcing the winner on Mon April 9th.

Happy Easter (and Happy Passover)  to one and all

Here is the link to the main Easter Blog site

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

enjoy

Thursday, April 5, 2012

The Finest Thing


It's hard to believe it's been almost 3 years since I became a published author.   "The Finest Thing was my very first book.   I am very proud of it.  It's available from Dreamspinner Press
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 I thought I'd give you an excerpt.

My main character, Aidan,  returns to his hometown in Connecticut for his friend's wedding.  This is right after gay marriage was declared legal in the state.    There are some unpleasant memories for Aidan and he was reluctant to go back home at first, but there was no way he'd miss seeing them tie the knot.   



Aidan Mason’s weekend started off in typical fashion. He got up, put on his bathrobe, and opened his front door to retrieve the morning paper that was lying on his stoop, and then went into the kitchen and grabbed a cup of coffee from his automatic coffeemaker; thank goodness for that automatic timer he’d set the night before. He couldn’t think of anything better than a fresh-brewed cup of coffee to get his day started.

As he sat at the kitchen table with his coffee, he flipped through the paper, stopping to read a few articles; more layoffs from giant corporations, the new president trying his best to change things for the better, and a few other random ones that caught his attention. After reading about the layoffs, Aidan was glad he was a pharmaceutical salesman, a job that was always in high demand and had plenty of perks; he did a lot of traveling and the money he made in commissions was enough to buy that new hybrid Mercedes he had sitting out in his driveway.

Today was a lazy day for him, and he didn’t have any set plans besides a shower, a shave, and then heading over to the gym to work out. After that he’d just play it by ear. He glanced at the calendar that hung on the refrigerator door, hardly believing it had been two years since Kyle had died.

They’d been best friends since high school and hadn’t realized their friendship was turning into a romantic relationship until their junior year in college. Right before graduation they bought a house together in California because Kyle always said “There’s nothing like living in sunny California.” So that summer, only weeks after graduating, the two left the cold winters of Connecticut and ended up in the warm climate of San Diego. But after Kyle’s death, Aidan found he couldn’t continue to live in the house they shared because of all the memories, so he sold their home in the small city and bought a place on the beach.

He was just about to go upstairs to jump in the shower when he heard the mail pushed through the mail slot and hit the floor. He walked over to the front door to retrieve the several pieces of junk mail, a copy of Men’s Health magazine, and the never-ending stream of bills that would come throughout the month. He threw all the mail onto the coffee table as he made his way back to the stairs, one envelope falling out from between the pages of the magazine. He picked it up, noticing that it was shaped like a large greeting card.

“That’s odd,” he said aloud. It wasn’t his birthday and the holidays had been, thankfully, over for two months. He read the return address. “Peter Bergman and Elliott Gates.” He went over to the antique desk he had in the office off the living room, picked up the letter opener, and slashed open the top of the envelope. He noticed the ornate burgundy lining on the inside, sat down on the chair behind the desk, and carefully pulled out the contents of the envelope. Inside was a card with gold writing that read “And the two shall become one,” and he quickly realized it was a wedding invitation. When he opened up the inside of the card, he read that he “and guest” were invited to go to Mystic, Connecticut, to watch Peter and Elliott get married.

Wow, they didn’t waste any time, he thought. Gay marriage had just become legal in Connecticut that past November.

He and the two men had met at a GLADD fund-raiser when he and Kyle were still living in Connecticut. The two couples had become instant friends and would often visit each other’s homes and go to barbecues together. The four of them even rented a vacation home in Maine one summer. He recalled it as one of the best times of his life. He missed them when he and Kyle moved to California, but they had gotten so busy with their new lives away from all the drama they left behind in Mystic that they never found the time to get together until Kyle’s funeral.

He read the invitation, noting that the wedding was being held the first weekend of May at an inn in Mystic. He pulled out a small RSVP envelope, debating whether he would go, and placed it all on the desk, torn between wanting to go back and watch his friends tie the knot and not wanting to see his family. They hadn’t welcomed the news that he was gay with open arms, nor were they thrilled that he and Kyle had grown from being best friends to lovers.

He decided he’d think about this stuff later and went upstairs to take a shower.



Later, he stood in his walk-in closet trying to decide what to wear and decided on a green track suit he’d recently bought from the sportswear store. He had taken up jogging with the hopes of running in a marathon but found that he never had the time to seriously train for it.

He grabbed his duffel bag and drove over to the gym. After doing a short warm-up, he started jogging on the indoor track. It wasn’t long before he heard a voice from behind him.

“Hey, Aidan, do you mind some company?” Martin Styles, one of the gym’s trainers who Aidan had recently become friends with, asked as he ran alongside him.

“Martin,” he said between breaths. The two ran side-by-side for a few more laps before they both decided to cool down, doing some stretching on the soft mats lying in the center of the track.

“So how have you been?” Aidan asked as he grabbed his duffel bag from beside the bench and pulled out a bottle of water and took a sip.

“Been good. My oldest son just told me his wife is expecting.”

“Son of a gun,” he said, clapping Martin on the back. “So, you’re going to be a grandpa. Congratulations.”

“Thanks, man. Carla’s so happy that she’s already talking about baby names, but that’s my wife for you.”

Aidan felt himself get caught up in his friend’s euphoria. He and Kyle had never discussed having kids, since they each led such busy lives that there just wasn’t time for a baby, but it didn’t mean he never thought about it.

“So, what’s going on with you?” Martin asked, drawing Aidan’s attention back from his musings.

“Oh, I’ve been keeping busy. I just got back from a trip to Texas, but I’ll be working locally for a little while.”

“Well, that will be a nice change of pace, waking up in your own bed, not living out of a suitcase.”

“Yeah, it sure will. I also got a wedding invitation in the mail this morning,” he told him.

“Oh yeah? Who from?”

“My friends Peter and Elliott from back in Mystic.”

“Wow. That’s great, man. I’d heard they legalized gay marriage in Connecticut. So are you planning on going?” They’d walked back to Martin’s office and were now standing in front of the closed door.

“I don’t know,” Aidan admitted.

“What do you mean, you don’t know?” Martin asked, opening up the office door. He turned on the lights and then walked behind the desk and sat down, indicating to Aidan to sit in the chair opposite the desk. “Don’t you want to go?”

Aidan slowly sat down and took a deep breath before saying, “Of course I want to go. My friends are getting married, and I want to be there for them. It’s just… well, you know the history I have with my family. They weren’t happy with my ‘choice’ of lifestyle. I haven’t been back home in a couple of years.” He sighed. “I just don’t know if I want to deal with my family.”

“So just go to the wedding and skip seeing your family,” Martin suggested.

“Are you insane? I won’t be able to step foot in Mystic without everyone knowing about it. It’s a small town, Martin, one of those where everyone knows your business. Besides, I’ll have to face them eventually. I’m not going to hide like I’ve done something wrong. If anyone has a problem, it’s their issue, not mine.”

“I hear you, bud. Family can be a real bitch. I guess I was one of the lucky ones. My family and I have always been close.”

“Well, you haven’t had to tell them you’re gay and have them look at you like you have some communicable disease.” Aidan would never forget the day he came out to his family and each of their reactions. His mother started crying, and his father was in complete denial, changing the subject as quickly as possible. When he went to his brother’s apartment for dinner, Jay laughed and said, “No, you’re not. I would have known.”

When he finally brought Kyle to meet his family, it turned out to be a disaster. After telling them that Kyle was his partner, their reaction gave the two men no choice but to walk out. Kyle’s family, luckily, ended up being a lot more supportive and understanding, but after the way his own family treated his relationship with Kyle, Aidan felt he couldn’t stay in Connecticut any longer. Since they both always wanted to go out to the West Coast, they decided to make the move.

“Look, Aidan, I can’t tell you what to do. It’s your decision to make, but I wouldn’t let my family stop me from seeing my friends get married. Maybe they’ve changed. Maybe you can make amends with them. Maybe they regret what happened.”

“Then why has their only correspondence to me been one Christmas card from my mother two years ago? And even that didn’t say anything personal. They didn’t even call after I sent a letter to them telling them about what happened to Kyle. Sorry, but that hurt me more than their initial rejection of our relationship.”

Martin didn’t know what to say, so he offered the only thing he could, “I’m sure you’ll make the right decision.”

“Thanks for lending me an ear. I’ll let you get back to work. I have some things I have to do. It was nice seeing you again.” They both got up and embraced in a friendly hug.

“You’ll have to come over for dinner one night. Carla wants to see you too.”

“Okay. I’ll let you know when.”



After putting all the groceries away, Aidan grabbed a cold beer out of the fridge and sat down to watch a basketball game he had been looking forward to seeing. During one of the commercial breaks, he couldn’t help but notice the wedding invitation sitting on the end table. He reached over, grabbed the pile of papers, and looked back and forth between the invitation and the RSVP card.

There was a blank space for his name and a guest’s and two blank spaces that read “will be delighted to accept” and “regretfully cannot attend.” Just the idea of going back to Connecticut turned his stomach, so initially, he was going to check off the latter. Why would he want to put himself through that? But then he thought of all the good times he had with Peter and Elliott. He knew they wanted him there, and they had been so supportive after Kyle’s death, so he felt somewhat of an obligation to them.

He decided that Martin was right; he couldn’t keep hiding from his past. He picked up a pen and checked off the top box. He was going to go to the wedding and have a good time, his family be damned.

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Wednesday Briefs

I'm sorry I didn't write a Wed Briefs this week,  I just ran out of time.  BUT I do have a Silver Short that will be posted next week.

I also have the Easter Blog hop event this weekend.  I hope you all will drop by here.  I am giving away a prize.

In the meantime,  here are the links to my fellow writers who do have a story for you all to read today



Nephylim     m/m
AJ Jarrett     m/m



thanks