Friday, August 31, 2012

Dreamspinner Press has a sale going on

I thought I'd let you know that for today only Dreamspinner Press is having a sale. All their titles are 30% off

Including my book "The Finest Thing."

go check it out


Thursday, August 30, 2012

Welcome guest author Donna McIntosh

I'd like to welcome guest author Donna McIntosh to my blog today.   Let's find out more about her and her book "Under Texas Sky."

1-Is there a story that you’d like to tell but you think the world isn’t ready to receive it?

Not really.  I think it's all pretty much been done. 
2-If they were to make the story of your life into a movie, who should play you?

Betty White!
3-You’re marooned on a small island with one person and one item of your choice—who is that person and what item do you have?

I could say Jake Gyllenhaal so that I could just sit and stare at him all day long, but in reality, I think I'd like it to be Martha Stewart because she'd be able to fix me a meal out of whatever is available on the island.

A two-way radio so I can call for help.
4-When you start a new story, do you begin with a character, or a plot?

A plot.  The idea of things that are happening always comes first and then I come up with the characters that I'd like to see working their way through them.

By Donna McIntosh
Leonard Williams and Carl Freeman were born in different parts of Texas but met at a football game their senior year of high school. They spent the summer after graduation fishing, camping and enjoying each other's company intimately.

Real life crept in and they were separated for the next twelve years. They meet up accidentally and start their relationship up again, meeting whenever they could both get away from their jobs, their wives and families.

By the time they come to realize they are each other's one true soul mate; it's too late for them to have a life together. Neither would leave their marriages because of the children whom they loved dearly. Then one day fate steps in and offers them the opportunity to be together and have their children. Could they do it? Could two gay men live together and have custody of three small children?

Carl Freeman bent his lanky six-foot-three-inch frame down to a squat as he sorted through the fishing lures on the bottom shelf in the dusty little bait shack. He shoved his dark blond hair back so he could see better. He pulled out the few that he wanted, stood and stretched his back then headed for the front to pay for his selection when another guy’s shoulder bumped him hard. He turned angrily to see what the guy’s problem was and stared into a face he hadn't seen in years. Leonard Williams.

Lenny grinned like a jack-o-lantern; blue eyes flashing with affection.

“Carl Freeman! You old son of a bitch! How you been?”

Carl dumped the lures on the counter and grabbed Leonard up in a bear hug and swung him around.

“Shit, Lenny! Where the hell you been? I haven't seen you in… what… ten, twelve years?” They pounded each other on the shoulders and grinned happily at one another.

“That's right. The summer we graduated. Jeeze, that was a lifetime ago. You here for some fishin'?” Lenny asked as he leaned back against the counter and sized up his buddy with hungry eyes.

“Yeah. Got me a weekend off and wanted to get in a little fishin'. You doin' the same?” he asked as the shopkeeper rang up his bill. Carl reached into his wallet and pulled the few bills out to pay then waited while Lenny paid for the bait and ice he had just purchased.

“Sure enough.” Lenny said as he hefted the ice up on his shoulder as they headed out front. He dumped the ice and bait into the chest in the back of his pickup. “You out here alone?”

“Uh huh. You?” Carl replied. His memory drifted back to that long-ago summer they had spent together fishing most every weekend after meeting at a high school football game. It had been one of those once-in-a-lifetime meetings. They lived about a hundred and seventy-five miles apart, Leonard from Boerne, TX and Carl from Corpus Christi, and they met at a football game in San Antonio their senior year when both their high school teams made the playoffs. Both were fans and enjoyed the games immensely, and at halftime, they watched as a bunch of kids from both sides jousted and played. Soon, they were talking and laughing together like old friends and found they had a lot in common besides enjoying a good football game. Both were avid fishermen and before the night was over had made arrangements to meet up and do a little fishing together.

Carl brought his camping gear and they camped in a quiet little spot about a hundred yards back from the river. They spent more time talking than fishing on that first trip. Both were only children and both held minimum-wage jobs; Carl working in a garage as a mechanic and Lenny as an apprentice carpenter. Both drove beat-up old pickups and they both worked weekends so their days off were usually mid-week, which was fine for them as there was always less traffic and the campsites were less crowded.

Rain fell in sheets during their second trip, but neither of them cared. They huddled in the small tent and before long they were laughing and wrestling like a couple of boys. Lenny banged his head against the lantern and let out a curse.

“Oh, shit! I'm sorry!” Carl reached to caress the back of Lenny's head to feel for a bump as they laughed, and seconds later, they were kissing. Neither of them could have said who kissed who first. It just happened, again and again and again.

“Oh God, Lenny. I've been wanting to kiss you so bad!” Carl hissed between kisses.

“Me too!” Lenny answered breathlessly as he pulled Carl closer against him. “C'mere,” he said leaning Carl back and rolling on top of him. It was their first time together and the beginning of a summer-long affair that ended only when Lenny's uncle in Dallas had a heart attack and Lenny had to move up there to help his family. Somehow they had never gotten each other's home addresses or phone numbers and always just made it a point to meet up the next Tuesday at their favorite spot. When Lenny didn't show that day, Carl assumed it was over. Neither of them made any attempt to find the other.

Their lives took off in different directions. Eventually, Carl met Angie Fetterman and married her and Lenny met and married Dana Grant up in Dallas, both thinking marriage was the direction their lives were supposed to take. As the years passed, they each realized that the only time they’d ever been completely happy in their lives was that summer they’d spent together. Each thought about looking the other up but they were married now, settled down with kids, but both kept that long-ago summer memory tucked away in the back of their hearts.

Now, twelve years later, they stood face to face outside Black’s Bait Shop and words failed them.

“Can I buy you a beer?” Carl blurted out finally.

“I got some over at my campsite. C'mon.” Lenny smiled and climbed into his pickup. “Follow me.”

Carl jumped in his pickup and followed him over to where Lenny had his thirty-foot Winnebago parked. Once inside with the door locked, Carl shoved him up against the wall and kissed him. Lenny grabbed him and returned the kiss just as fiercely.

“Son of a bitch, son of a bitch!” said Lenny, clinging to Carl.

“Jesus Christ, Lenny!” Carl said as he held him tightly. “I never figured to see you again. Where the hell you been?”

“Later,” Lenny replied with a nuzzle against Carl’s forehead. “Get in here.” Carl walked back to the bedroom, peeling his shirt off as he went. Carl followed, and in less than a minute, they were naked and jousting on the bed just like old times; as if twelve years hadn't passed since their last time together. Their bodies were older, a little more filled out, but they still fit together like two links on a chain with the same fiercely deep passion as before. Afterward, they clung to each other as they waited for the world to stop spinning.

“God, I missed you!” Lenny said as he pulled Carl closer. “I can't tell you how many times I thought about you and wondered where you were.”

“What happened? Why didn't you show up that Tuesday?” Carl asked.

“Oh, shit, Carl. It all happened so fast, and dumb-ass that I am, I didn't have your phone number to call or an address to write. And before you know it, I was neck deep and figured you was probably mad at me.”

“What happened?” Carl repeated the question as he sat up and turned to face Lenny.

Lenny levered himself up to a sitting position and started out with a big sigh as he ran a hand through his tousled dark hair. “My uncle in Dallas had a heart attack and I had to take off. My aunt was still on crutches from an automobile accident a few months before and they had five kids and a business to run, a little carpentry shop. Next thing I knew, I was runnin’ the place. I wasn't in my uncle's league yet, but I was able to handle most of the stuff and farmed out what I couldn't handle. And evenings I had to help with the kids and my aunt and uncle. It was a hell of a mess. I hardly had time to take a piss let alone take off to spend time with you nearly three-hundred miles away then. And like I said, I figured you was mad at me for not showin’ up.”

“I just figured you got tired a me.” Carl said, looking down and fingering a crease in the bedspread.

“Tired a you? Never!” Lenny pulled him close and kissed him hard. After a bit he sat back and asked. “So what have you been up to these last twelve years?”

“Ah shit,” Carl repled. “About the same. Workin my ass off at the garage.”

“I see you're married.” Lenny said, pointing to Carl's wedding ring. “Me too.”

“Yeah.” Carl said after a quick glance at Lenny’s gold band. “That's one mistake I wished I'd never made. How about you?”

“Well I got married ‘cause I got her pregnant. Figured it was the least I could do.”

“You got kids?” Carl asked with a little grin. “Me too. I got Lila. She's four.”

“I got me two boys; aged one and two. They kinda make up for everythin’ else, I guess.”

“I know what you mean. Angie ain't no kinda wife, nor mother neither for that matter, but my Lila is worth all the shit I got a put up with. She's the sweetest little thing you ever did see.” Carl smiled with pride.

“My wife, Dana, she ain't bad,” said Lenny. “I mean, she's a looker all right, that's for sure, and she loves the boys to death. She's got a lot goin’ on though. She's got a good-payin’ job at some big advertisin’ agency there in Dallas. She comes from rich folks and that father a hers is always in our business tryin’ to tell us how to run our lives. I'm nothin’ but dog shit to him and he's been tryin’ to get rid a me since day one.”

“Do you love her?” The question was out of Carl's mouth before he took the time to think about it. He was a little embarrassed after he asked and had to look away.

Lenny thought about it a few minutes before answering, then said, “I like her. I like her a lot. But we ain't got no big romance goin’, if that's what you're askin’.”

“It ain't none a my business. I don't even know why I asked.” Carl half-way apologized.

“It ain't never been with her like it is with us.” Lenny smiled and caressed Carl's arm. “She don't set me on fire with just a look like you do.”

Carl blushed but couldn't help the giddy feeling the words gave him. “Same with Angie. I mean, I liked doin’ it with her and all but it wasn't nothin’ like I thought it would be. I like it best when I turn her over and do her from the back so I can pretend I'm doin’ you but she don't like it that way. We fight about it some.”

“I tried that a couple a times with Dana, but she wouldn't have none of it. I told her she wouldn't have to worry about gettin’ pregnant again if we did it that way, but she got herself on them birth control pills so I can't use that excuse no more.”

“So where do we go from here? What do you want to do?” Carl asked.

Lenny grinned, “Hell, you know what I want to do!” He bent pressed his cheek against Carl's hardening cock. “Can't tell you how much I missed you,” he whispered between licks.

Carl's head thudded back against the headboard as he sank into bliss.

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Wednesday Brief

Weds Brief
Prompts: "I thought I knew  you, but..."

or use the alternate prompts:  Use: daft, punk, rooster or  or "The first time we kissed..." or use: Danube, power, kiss or "High as a kite, he..." or write a sex scene, but without removing any clothes!
 Happy Together-by Lily Sawyer
‘It would never happen to them.’  Those were the words that echoed in Ben’s head, the words that were said when their neighbors, Scott and Ray, had their fight.  The one that ended their relationship forever.
Ben and Tom swore to each other it would never happen to them, yet here Ben was in a corner table at their local Starbucks, drowning his sorrow with a caffè   mocha.  His laptop open, an unopened email from Tom staring him in the face.
Ben stared at the gold band on his left ring finger; they’d gone to New York to make it official.  Those happy moments of wedded bliss, when he and Tom had said “I do”, played in his head.  He loved that man more than anyone.
They’d been married only a few months, but he and Tom had been together for a couple of years.  They finished each other’s sentences, for goodness sake.
“Why, Tom?” Ben had tears in his eyes. Was it over for them, like it was for Scott and Ray? It wasn’t going to end in a nuclear meltdown, but with a quiet whimper.
He sniffled.
“Ben?” Ellis Carter stopped by his table.  He was one of Ben’s co-workers at the real estate office.  “Are you okay?”  Ellis had gotten to know Ben and Tom. Ellis had a BBQ party during the summer and had invited them. Could that have been just two weeks ago?
“No, no I’m not okay.”  He saw the other man had a cup of coffee and a paper bag; he’d obviously stopped off for a quick pick up and go.  Instead, Ellis took the seat opposite him.
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s Tom. I think he’s going to leave me.”
“What? You’re kidding, what makes you think that?”
“He’s acting differently. With his busy schedule and mine, we always get together on his days off and have date nights.”
“So? What happened?”
“We haven’t done anything in a long time and he’s been getting phone calls. I overheard one of his conversations.  He said he felt like he was being held back and that he let things go on long enough. He said it was time to make a change.”
“Have you spoken to him?”
“He’s just been avoiding me. We haven’t had any time alone. It looks like the honeymoon’s over.”
“Oh, I don’t believe that for a minute.” Ellis patted him on the arm. 
“You don’t?” Ben looked up from his coffee.
“No, I’ve seen you and Tom together. You’re as much in love with each other as Susan and I.”  Elllis and Susan had been married for eighteen years.  They had two sons, one just starting college and the other a junior in high school. 
“I just don’t know. We’ve been together for seven years. Maybe he’s tired of me.  He’s getting that seven year itch.”
“Stop talking nonsense. I think you need to talk to him.”
“I will, Ellis. Thanks for listening.”
“Sure thing, Ben.  Just call me if you need to talk.”
When Ben got home, Tom was making dinner. “Hi Ben.”  He was busy cutting vegetables.  “Why don’t you have a seat by the counter?”
“I thought I knew you, but I guess I don’t.”
Tom stopped cutting and looked Ben in the eye.  “What are you talking about?”
“Remember when we promised each other to talk our problems through, to be honest with each other?”
“Yes, I remember, why?  Do you think I haven’t been honest with you?”
“No, you haven’t, we’ve barely spent any time together.”
“Well, you know I’ve been very busy training the newbies. It takes a lot of time to get them ready for the field.”
“I know that, but I overheard you saying you were done with me.”
“Done with you? Are you daft?”  Tom put the knife down and came to sit next to Ben at the counter.  “Honey, what are you talking about?”
“You said you had let things go on long enough and that you’re done with dealing with someone who was keeping you back.   That it was time for a change.  I thought you’d been avoiding me ‘cause you were waiting for the right time to lower the boom.” 
“Ben.”  Tom shook his head.
“It happens to couples. Look what happened to Scott and Ray. I didn’t see that coming.  We’ve known plenty of couples we thought were going to have that ‘happily ever after,’  but they didn’t.   I thought we were too, but…”  Ben couldn’t help the sob that escaped his lips. Tom draped his arm around his shoulder and held him tight. 
“Ben, honey, that’s what happens when you eavesdrop. You don’t get the gist of what the conversation’s about at all.” 
“You’re not tired of me? Yet?”
“Yet? I’m never going to get tired of you.  Face it, Ben, you’re stuck with me.” 
“But what was all that stuff about needing to cut the ties or something like that.”
“I was talking about some of the procedures the fire house has on handling certain emergencies that are obsolete and I had to talk to my captain about one of our firefighters who’s not doing the job. He’s been given so many chances, and I had to rate his performance.  It’s never easy when you have to say someone isn’t cutting it.  Not everyone can make it as a fire fighter. “
“It’s not that new girl, Amy?”
“No, she’s doing very well. There are plenty of women who do just as good as the men.  I’d rather not say who it is.”
“We need to talk more. I want to know what is going on.  No cloak and dagger stuff. For either of us.”
“Okay.” They kissed.
my fellow flashers

Nephylim    m/m
MA Church    m/m
MC Houle      m/m

Monday, August 27, 2012

Welcome author Lynn Crain

I'd like to welcome guest author Lynn Crain to my blog today.   Let's find out more about her and her book "The Harvester"

Welcome Lynn

1. How long have you been writing?

I’ve been writing since I was twelve years old. I sold a religious poem at that age and decided it was what I wanted to do for the rest of my life.

2. What is your favorite genre to write?

This is a tough one. I write in all genres, so it’s hard to pick a favorite. If I had to choose just one, I would say it is sci-fi romance. I can take the science of the day and twist it to whatever I want.

3. What are you working on now?

My WIP is titled Unlikely Paradise and it’s a sci-fi sensual romance. It’s about a woman that uncovers a nepharious plot on a pleasure planet. She and the hero must find a way to save themselves and let the world know about what’s been happening.

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

It all depends. I’ve been known to see a picture and start with that. I get inspiration from everywhere. Truly, it can start with a picture, a place, a character or sometimes I dream the story, start to finish, then fill in all the rest.

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

The Harvester was inspired by a night out with the girls. We had a wonderful time and some of us decided that it would be great to do a series of stories based upon a girls night out. I’m the first to publish one. There are three other authors I hope to contribute a story to the series soon.

The Harvester

Word Count: approximately 42,000 words

Logline: Sky Nerezsh, a Harvester of men, leaves home avoiding a tragic path when a rival comes to claim Earth and the two Scottish lifemates she’s just discovered.

Blurb: Princess Sky Xera Nerezsh came to earth to avoid the normal succession path to the throne. Being the oldest daughter, she will be required to murder her mother in order to secure her path to power. Sky loves her mother and refuses this path, choosing instead to disappear in the vast reaches of space. When her past collides with her present, she has to think quick on her feet, claim two men and a whole planet just to avoid the inevitable: a meeting with her mother. Along the way, she discovers true love and a burning need to be there for them always. Now if the other Harvesters can just keep to themselves, they’ll have no problems. But who said true love was ever easy.

Book Excerpt:
Suddenly one dark haired man was on the table in front of her, gyrating his sexy hips in her face, his package mere inches from her mouth. In another life, she would have leaned forward and planted her lips on his crotch, willing his body to perform. She really should have been paying more attention to the situation around her instead of wondering about where Angela had gotten herself.

Leaning down, his breath reminded her of the sweetgrass that grew on her home planet of Tyrsati, heightening her senses even more. “Sweetheart, I see how you want’s written all over your face.” His voice purred in her ear.

Sky gasped and pulled back to get a better look at the man in front of her. He reminded her of the gods of Vada. He was tall, well-muscled, dark hair brushing the top of his shoulders and had the most incredible violet eyes she had ever seen. Guess the optics weren’t wrong. He would fetch an exquisite price on Texra and her mother would be extremely proud for her acquisition. She shook her head to clear the cobwebs.

“Nice eyes, sweetie – hang around after the show – I’ll make it worth your while.” His voice hit a resonance with her and her whole body flushed. It had been years since she had reacted to any man. Now her emotions and body betrayed her for an insignificant being on an outer planet. She shook her head. This planet was no more insignificant than any other, including her own but she knew if she didn’t get herself under control, the Harvester in her would take over. Old habits die hard.

“Don’t let his demeanor fool you, luvey. He just wants to get into your pants.” Another deep voice reverberated close to her ear.

She glanced over her shoulder and again her breath was nearly taken away as she looked into the bluest eyes she’d ever seen in the galaxy bar none. The sky of Octa couldn’t hold a candle to the color that swirled in their depths. 

“Ooo, Jaxon is right about the eyes. Very cool green.”

“Contacts,” Sky managed to get out for the second time this evening, her voice low.

“And a sexy voice to boot. Very nice.” He twirled away to join his companion on stage. He was just as nice looking as the first guy but just a little shorter. His shiny hair swung around his jaw line as he moved and her hands ached to run her fingers through it and over his body. 

She sat there stunned as the people at her table laughed and clapped her on the back as if she’d done some sort of fantastic feat. While her time on this planet had been very thrilling, in her old life working for her mother, their performances had to be impeccable or their fate might be worse than death. She vaguely wondered just how she’d rate them.

Sky did her best to smile and act as if what happened was one of the most exciting things in her life when in reality it brought back some memories she’d rather forget. Folding her hands in front of her, she closed her eyes and steadied her breathing. She opened her eyes slow and caught a glimpse of a targeting laser. The light was in a part of the spectrum that no one of this planet could even see but her optics caught it.

Scanning the crowd, she allowed her eyes to whirl, not caring who saw. There were not supposed to be any Harvesters on this world as it had been declared too primitive to even be included in the Alliance of Planets. She came here because she knew this was the one place her mother wouldn’t think to look. Now, she knew another Tyrsatian walked the same world as she did, occupying the very same room.

Maybe it was time to see just what type of trouble Angela got herself into. Leaning across the table, she quickly gave Jayne her phone number and said her goodbyes to all the others present. Rising slowly, she didn’t want to alert the other Harvester but she was just far enough away and at a weird angle to not see who it might be. Moving quickly to the back wall, she moved to where she stood way behind the woman but close enough to see who it was. 

Jesata Ardik. Of all the Harvesters to show up on her new home planet, one of the most relentless in the business had to land on her new home. This wasn’t going to be easy. She had to delay her from marking them because once they were marked, it didn’t matter wherever in the universe they were, they would be considered fugitives until captured and sold to the highest bidder. Meaning, she wouldn’t be able to get them off world without the help of her mother.

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Lynn Crain has penned over 25 novels in  romance in the genres of science fiction, fantasy and contemporary romance, erotic to tame in nature. She always knew that writing was her calling even if it took years at other professions to prove it. She has belonged to EPIC and RWA for more years that she cares to think about. Currently, she lives in Europe while her husband of nearly 30 years pursues his dream of working internationally. Her state-side home is in Nevada where family and friends wait patiently for their return. You can find her hanging out at A Writer In Vienna Blog ( and various other places on the net (; ; ; ) as well as her website Still, the thing she loves most of all is hearing from her readers at

NOTE: This is an erotic menagé novel with EXPLICIT language and adult situations.

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Sunday, August 26, 2012

Six Sentence Sunday

I decided to do my six sentences for my book, my very first published book, "The Finest Thing."

Aidan goes back home to Connecticut for his friend's wedding.  It will be the first time he'd ever been to a gay wedding (it wasn't long after CT legalized gay marriages)   He meets someone at the wedding, it's awkward at first.  This is a scene that takes place after the wedding when the two men are going back to their separate rooms (which just happen to be next door to each other)

"Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow then," Aidan said, opening up his door. 

"Yeah, see you tomorrow," Paul agreed as he looked for his key. 

"Paul?" Aidan asked nervously. 

"You want to come in for a nightcap?" Aidan asked hopefully.

Saturday, August 25, 2012

Kiss and Make up day discount

In honor of "Kiss and Make up Day"  which is today.   Dreamspinner press has a 20% discount on all their titles

including my book "The Finest Thing"

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

I'm a guest on Tempeste O'Riley's blog

I am very excited to be a guest on Tempeste O'Riley's blog today  Please stop by and check it out

Wednesday Brief

Here are this week’s prompts: 

prompts: "How could you think you're less than perfect to me?"


use pasta in a creative way (not just what's for dinner lol) or

use: flowers, bridge, seesaw or

"please don't leave me..."


feature a fight in your story - verbal or physical or

use: pink, condolences, believe (kudos if you use Pink :) )

United We Stand- by Lily Sawyer

Tom hated being stuck in traffic. That’s why he didn’t often go to Philadelphia. But when his husband, the love of his life, had two tickets to the Philharmonic what was he supposed to do—crush his heart and say no?

The concert was a mixed bag of Beethoven, Mozart, and Bach with a splash of other greats thrown in.   They both loved classical music.  Tom got ragged about it at the fire house but he didn’t care; he had his man at his side, and he’d had a ball, and that’s all that mattered.

They’d had dinner at a wonderful, fancy restaurant.  Ben had balked about going to some place so pricey, but the meal was Tom’s treat.

Now that they were on the drive home, he glanced over at Ben, who was sound asleep in the passenger seat.

Tom didn’t think he could love anyone more than he loved Ben; he couldn’t wait to get home and show him. 

He crossed the Market Street Bridge and headed out of the city.   He was on Route Thirty, heading home to Lancaster.

It was almost midnight when they made it to their front door.

“Ben?”  Tom touched his shoulder to wake him.  “Ben, honey, we’re home.”

“Home? Oh.”   Ben stretched.  “Wow, how long was I out?”

“You pretty much conked out as soon as I hit the road.”

“Sorry I left you to drive all alone.  Well, with no one to talk to.”

“Well, you can make it up to me now. I can’t wait to get you inside.” Tom unbuckled his seatbelt and turned off the car.  He leaned over and kissed Ben.

“Can’t wait for us to get inside, huh?”

“Nope.”   He leaned in for another kiss when a loud bang broke them apart.

“What was that?”  Ben got out of the car; Tom followed him.

“Wait, don’t go, please.  Let’s talk about this.”  Their neighbor Scott was frantically running after his boyfriend Ray. They stopped in front of Ray’s SUV.

“I’m done, Scott.  I don’t want to deal with a pathetic idiot like you anymore.”

“You don’t mean that.”

The car alarm was disarmed and Ray slid into the driver’s seat and slammed the door shut. 

“No Ray, please don’t leave me.”  Scott pleaded.

Tom and Ben were getting an eyeful of the altercation.  Tom reached out and grabbed Ben’s hand and squeezed it. They’d had their fair share of arguments, but they never allowed it to get this bad.  They had an agreement never to go to bed angry, and were respectful to each other.

Scott and Ray had moved in two years ago. They seemed to be a loving couple.  Until about a month ago, when Scott caught Ray cheating. Tut Scott gave him a second chance; now Ray was leaving him.

It broke Tom’s heart to see this drama playing out this way.

“Ray, please.”  Scott grabbed the door handle, but Ray had locked the doors.

Ray drove off with Scott running after him.

Tom and Ben ran over to the distraught man.

“Scott, are you okay?”  Tom knew the question was redundant, but it was the only thing he knew to say to the poor man.
“I-I just don’t know what happened.  We had such a good life.  We were happy, Tom, really.”

“It’s okay, you just come inside with us.”  Ben grabbed the man by the arm and escorted him into their home.   He sat him on the couch while Tom got him a glass of water.

“You can stay here tonight and think things through tomorrow.”  Tom rubbed Scott’s shoulder. 

“I don’t want to put you guys out.  I’ll just go home.”

“No, Scott, you shouldn’t be alone right now.  We’ve got a nice guest room that you can use.”

“Gee, thanks, guys.  I don’t know what to say.”

“Don’t worry about it.”  Tom showed the exhausted man to their guest room.

“The bathroom is right next door and feel free to use the kitchen.  We can talk in the morning, if you want.”

“Thanks.”   Scott closed the door behind him.   Tom went back to the living room to join Ben.

“Oh Tom, we have to be there for Scott.”  Ben wrapped his arms around Tom’s waist and rested his head on his shoulders.   Tom enveloped his man in a hug too.   “I’m happy we’ve never been through this.  I just love you too much to ever do anything to hurt you.” Ben pulled back to look into Tom’s eyes.  “I’ve found the man I want to spend the rest of my life with.  I’d never ever cheat on you.  I promise.”

Tom’s hand caressed Ben’s cheek.   “I know, Ben.  I know that with every fiber of my being.  You’re my whole world, Ben.  The day I met you I knew we’d be together forever.  I love you.”

They held each other and slowly walked to their bedroom.   They made love that night as an affirmation of that forever love.  


my fellow flashers

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Welcome guest author Maria Piork

I'd like to welcome Maria Piork to my blog today.  Let's find out more about her and her book "Snowed In."  



Nina Bates, a live-in Nanny and her employer Dexter McIver are snowed in during an Alaskan storm.  Recently having given birth to a baby girl, nineteen-year-old Nina hormones are running amuck she is relentlessly drawn to her employer, thirty-six-year-old Dexter McIver. Confined to the home during the storm, the sexual attraction that had been simmering for months soon boils over and Nina and Dexter are forced to deal with their strong physical attraction and their deep rooted feelings for each other.


When nineteen-year-old NINA BATES turns out pregnant she is shunned by boyfriend Kyle Murphy and her own mother, Lauren Bates.  NINA then leaves her hometown of Seattle, Washington and heads north to Anchorage, Alaska to move in with her grandmother Cassandra Livingston, where she hopes to start a new life with her unborn child.

In desperate need of a live-in Nanny for his five-year-old son Ian, DEXTER MCIVER offers the job to Cassie’s granddaughter NINA in spite of the fact that the young woman is with child.  Cassie is a well respected colleague and he’s willing to help the situation in any which way he can.

Shortly after NINA and DEXTER begin to live under the same roof feelings develop and sexual tension builds.  Emotions intensify after Callie’s birth and DEXTER is soon fighting his lust for a woman nearly half his age. And when NINA finds her attraction to DEXTER too much to bear, she sets out on a mission to seduce him and make him see that she can be the one woman for him.

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Also upcoming e book release  "Captive in the Game."  release date 9/30
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Sunday, August 19, 2012

Contest Winner

HI all,

The winner of my contest is Pati May.   I will be e mailing you with your prize.

And thanks to everyone who entered.

Saturday, August 18, 2012

Contest: Win a copy of Somebody to Love

I decided to hold a contest,  I call it the end of the summer contest.    I'd like to offer to the winner a copy of my book "Somebody to Love." and a choice of one piece of jewelry from my site. (free) They are all handmade by me.  Lily's Gems    and

Here is a 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?

Here is a scene of them in Matt's home  they start off watching TV then one thing leads to another:

“I know you’re a big baseball fan, but I have to admit I’m partial to soccer.”

“You’re kidding, I wouldn’t have guessed it.  I tried watching it a few times but I thought it was so boring.”

“Well, don’t worry, I’ll remember not to put a game on when you’re here.”  Matt assured him.  Sam could hear the disappointment in his voice.

“You promise?” Sam asked with a smile on his face.  Matt realized he was kidding.

“Why, you!” He gave Sam a gentle shove. Sam shoved back and what started off as half-hearted, shoving turned into a playful wrestling match. The baseball game they were watching was quickly forgotten as the two men battled each other on the sofa. Sam fell onto the carpeted floor and Matt fell on top of him.

“Ha, ha,” Sam laughed.  The two men were breathing hard from the exertion. Both stopped moving suddenly and gazed deeply into each other’s eyes. Sam tentatively reached out to touch Matt’s face, like he was studying it, then moved his hand to the back of Matt’s head and pulled him down for a kiss. Matt showed Sam he was more than interested by wrapping his arms around Sam’s neck and deepening the kiss.

When they broke apart, Matt ran his fingers through Sam’s hair. “Come on.” Matt got up, shut off the TV and offered Sam his hand and led them to the bedroom.

 To Enter the contest please leave your name and contact info.  I'll be picking a winner on Sun


Friday, August 17, 2012

Coming very soon

Hello everyone,

I just wanted to give you a heads up that I will be running a contest tomorrow  Sat Aug 18th.    I will be giving away a copy of one of my books.

Please stop by for the fun

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Wednesday Briefs

Here, at last,  is my Weds Brief

This week's prompt is: “Nose to the grindstone….” or the alternate prompts are:
use: type of cloth, stone, painting or “Oh my God, is that…”
or use: a story about finding a case/bag of money
or use: cookie jar, lunch box, spoon

Homecoming Welcome

Life was hectic at times, but there was nothing so comforting as knowing you had someone waiting for you at home.

That’s what Tom counted on, especially after all the drama and stress of the past three days.  The last run they had was a house fire; they just barely got the family out, but they couldn’t get to the family dogs.  Imagine having to look two little boys in the face and tell them their furry best friends were gone. It tore Tom up.

That was why he was so glad to be home.  “Ben?”  He closed the door behind him and took his jacket off. The heat and humidity of one of the hottest summers on record had finally given way to the coolness of fall, which was Tom’s favorite season.

“Hi, Tom.” Ben’s lips covered his.  

“Mm, what’s that smell?”  Tom’s stomach rumbled.

“I made my man a special dinner.”

“You don’t mean…?” Tom followed the delicious smell straight to the crock pot sitting on the kitchen counter.  “Beef stew!”  He peeked under the cover.

“With fresh vegetables from our garden.”

“Oh Ben, you don’t know how much I really need this.”   Tom wrapped his arms around Ben and hugged him tight.

“You haven’t seen anything yet.  Go open the fridge.”   Ben had a Cheshire grin on his face.

“Oh my God, is that an apple pie?”

“I made it with McIntosh apples because I know you like them.”

“How did I get so lucky to catch a man who isn’t only handsome, but can cook too?”

“I’m lucky too. I got a gorgeous guy who makes me so happy I just have to show him just how much.”  They held onto each other and shared kisses.

“Are you hungry?”

“Starving. I’ll go wash up and change and be back in a few minutes.”

Ben had two plates of stew spooned up and sitting on the dining room table that had been set and had two candles burning.

The stew was out of this world and after two heaping plate fulls, Tom had to unbutton the top button of his pants. Something he usually did at Thanksgiving.

“Did you want dessert now?  I bought vanilla bean ice cream so we could have our pies ala mode.”  Ben sat on his lap; Tom’s waist wasn’t the only area that felt tight.  The front of his pants were quickly tenting up.

“Yeah, I want dessert.”  Tom caressed his hands over Ben’s upper arms.

“Pie?”  Ben asked innocently, though he must have known the effect he was having on Tom.  Heck, a blind man could have seen it.

“Later,” he growled as he combed his fingers through Ben’s thick hair.

“Bedroom?”  Ben smiled. Tom had had enough, and he lifted Ben in his arms and carried him to their bedroom. 

He sat Ben on the bed and pulled his T-shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor. He shed his pants in record time and crawled on top of Ben.

“What about me?” Ben indicated his fully dressed body compared to Tom’s naked state—well almost naked, he had yet to lose the boxers.

“I’ll take care of you,”  Tom said in a sultry tone that made Ben shiver.  True to his word, Tom unbuttoned Ben’s flannel shirt and pulled it off his arms and threw it onto the pile of his clothes.  It wasn’t long before they were both totally naked.

“Tom…” Ben’s cock poked Tom in the stomach.   “Impatient, aren’t we?”  Tom kissed his way down Ben’s neck then his chest.  Stopping long enough to suck on his nipples until they were stiff peaks.   He kissed Ben’s navel then lapped at the plump cockhead.

“Oh Tom…” Ben arched off the bed.  Tom reached over to the nightstand where they kept the lube.  They’d long ago discarded condoms, both being clean and monogamous.

Tom squeezed some lube on his fingers and inserted his index finger into Ben’s tight canal.  After a moment, a second joined in.

“Tom, please, I want you inside me.”

“Okay, baby.”  Tom started to pull Ben’s legs up, but was surprised when Ben pushed him onto his back and straddled him.

“I’m taking over, you’re too slow.” Ben rode Tom like a broncing bull.

“Ben, I’m coming.”  Tom felt Ben’s anal muscles milk him.

Tom didn’t know how long he lay there.  He woke up to Ben lying next to him; he’d put a tray on the bed in front of him.   There were two plates of apple pies and vanilla ice cream.


“I already had the best dessert ever.”

“Consider this seconds then.”

They fed each other in bed.


 List of my fellow authors 

Nephylim    m/m
Lily Sawyer      m/m 
MA Church    m/m
MC Houle     m/m
Tali      m/f