Thursday, January 30, 2014

Julie Lynn Hayes is a guest on my blog today

I'd like to welcome author Julie Lynn Hayes to my blog today,  she is a return guest.  Please make her feel welcome and let's learn about her new book "When Will I See You Again."

When Will I See You Again takes place in a time when the presence of werewolves and vampires among the general populace is known and accepted, largely because of drugs that control any baser animal instincts. SL57 is the werewolf wonder drug, short for SomnioLupus, otherwise known as Wolf Trank. In the small seaside town of Crescent Bay, people come to the famous nightclub Charisma, mostly because of the charismatic man who is one of the best-known supes in the area: Raoul Marchand. Raoul is a regular party animal, one who lives but to have a good time, and who cares for no one and nothing. But he hasn’t always been this way...
 Blurb: Raoul Marchand is the crown prince of Charisma, the infamous night club in Crescent Bay, renowned for its supernatural clientele. He has the pick of any and all men, but he cares for none. He uses them and throws them away again, and has done so for some twenty years, in the aftermath of a tragedy that robbed him of what he loved most in the world.
Alexx Jameson is an idealistic young would-be reporter with the Crescent Bay Chronicle. Presented with an opportunity to write a story on the Marchands, he eagerly grasps the chance to be a real reporter. His friend, Chronicle receptionist Miller Fenwick, suggests they go to Charisma to do a little research. Alexx isn’t sure that’s such a great idea. After all, he’s still under age, being only twenty. No problem, Miller can fix that! Added bonus, there’s a full moon tonight.
When Alexx first encounters Raoul, it isn’t exactly in the way he dreamed of, and he’s sure he made a terrible first impression. But Fate throws them together under unforeseen circumstances, and the attraction between them can’t be denied. Can Raoul let go of the past long enough to find his future with Alexx, or is he doomed to repeat past mistakes?

Alexx drew in his breath in dismay. This wasn’t going well. Even so, he could not stop staring at Raoul. His eyes met the other man’s. Raoul’s were very golden; he wasn’t aware such colors even existed in the spectrum of the human eye. But then again, he didn’t have any friends that were werewolves either. He wondered if this was a sign that perhaps this man was about to change, right here and now?
The thought was both exhilarating and frightening.
Alexx’s vision telescoped until he wasn’t aware of anything but this gorgeous man in front of him. Blood pounded in his ears and his mouth felt suddenly dry. Having lost all sense of the others in the room, he was surprised when he felt his chair yanked out from under him. Before he could fall, a hand grabbed the scruff of his neck, propelling him to his feet. He glanced at his companion; Miller was being subjected to the same surly treatment.
“You waste my time for this?” Raoul’s upper lip curled back in a snarl. Alexx found himself wildly attracted to him. “I have somewhere I need to be. Paolo, please show these gentlemen out.” Sarcastic much? He turned and reached for the door, but it opened before he touched it.
A shaggy blond with hazel eyes and a cheerful countenance stuck his head inside. “Hey Paolo—” He interrupted himself at the sight of the occupants of the room.
Alexx heard Miller’s sigh of relief, even as he too recognized the newcomer. He’d seen him around the Chronicle often enough, although he’d never really spoken to him. Foster Levine, son of the Chronicle’s owner—heir apparent and future newspaper magnate.
Alexx’s relief quickly changed to anxiety. What if Foster knew how old he really was? He couldn’t be sure one way or the other, but for the sake of argument, he had to assume he did. Would he out him to Raoul Marchand and his burly minion? Had they simply jumped from the frying pan to be scorched by the fire?

Author Bio:
Julie Lynn Hayes was reading at the age of two and writing by the age of nine and always wanted to be a writer when she grew up. Two marriages, five children, and more than forty years later, that is still her dream. She blames her younger daughters for introducing her to yaoi and the world of M/M love, a world which has captured her imagination and her heart and fueled her writing in ways she'd never dreamed of before. She especially loves stories of two men finding true love and happiness in one another's arms and is a great believer in the happily ever after. She lives in St. Louis with her daughter Sarah and two cats, loves books and movies, and hopes to be a world traveler some day. She enjoys crafts, such as crocheting and cross stitch, knitting and needlepoint and loves to cook. While working a temporary day job, she continues to write her books and stories and reviews, which she posts in various places on the internet. Her family thinks she is a bit off, but she doesn't mind. Marching to the beat of one's own drummer is a good thing, after all.  Her published works can be found at Amber Quill Press, Dreamspinner Press, MuseitUp Publishing, Torquere Press, and eXtasy Books. She is also an editor at MuseitUp.  

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Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Laundry Day a Weds Brief

It's that time of the week.  Time for Weds Brief.      since it's so cold out I decided to heat things up a bit.

This week's prompts are:
"A dog at a flea circus is likely to steal the show."

"A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush."

"A friend is someone who has the same enemies you have."

"It was only a joke."

"Oh, give me a break."

"The deepest waters make the least noise."

or use: jeans, coffee table, Times Square
or use: pizza, birdhouse, ceiling fan
or feature a swimming pool in your story
or use: flashlight, pencil, cell phone
or use a machete in some way
or use: phone book, boots, flag  

or "Make yourself at home"

or use a WEP key

It's laundry day and it's Tom's turn to DO the laundry.   Let's see what else Tom does. 

Laundry Day  by Lily Sawyer

It was quite a night. It started off with their ordering pizza, a few glasses of wine, and then the next thing he knew Ben was all over him.  Not that Tom was complaining. They could both be animals when that force of nature hit them. But wow, talk about wild. This morning he had to clean up the mess on the coffee table, use some Resolve to get the wine stains off the living room carpet, and now he was doing a wash. There were come stains on the front of his and Ben’s jeans, and on the bed linen as well.  They always seemed to be changing bed linen; they sure made plenty of visits to Bed, Bath and Beyond to get new sheets and stuff. 

Today he used some Oxy Clean to get some of the tougher stains out. He put detergent in and started the washing machine. There were clothes that needed to be taken out of the dryer, and as he was bent over to get them out, a pair of arms wrapped around his chest and pulled him up. He felt Ben’s cock press against his sweat pants.   “Is that a gun I feel pressed against my crack or are you glad to see me?”  Tom smiled as he looked behind him.

“What do you think, lover?”

“I think I better finish up the wash.” Tom put the dry clothes into a hamper to bring upstairs to the bedroom. 

“Speaking of washes.”  Ben hopped up on the washer; the machine was in the spin cycle.  “Oh yeah.”  He slipped his jeans off onto the floor and sat in his tight-fitting briefs on top of the vibrating machine.

Tom’s mouth went dry just watching Ben squirming on top of the machine.

“Come on, Tom.” Ben reached out and grabbed his hand and placed it on his crotch.

“Oh yeah, I want more,” Ben demanded.

Tom pulled Ben’s briefs off and watched his cock spring to life.  Tom wasted no time, disrobing in record time. He leaned down and took Ben’s cock in his mouth.  He knew between his sucking and the machine’s vibrations he was sending Ben into orbit.

“Oh, ah, I’m going to come, Tom.”   And he did, right into Tom’s welcoming mouth. 

 Tom looked around the laundry room for something suitable to use for lube.

“Looking for this?” Ben held out a bottle of lube and wore a wicked smile on his face.

“You little devil, how long have you been planning this?”

“As long as I’d known you were doing laundry today.  Now shut up and take me to paradise, stud.”

Tom didn’t need to hear anymore.  He got himself ready and pulled Ben’s legs up and slid into Ben’s tight canal.

“Oh gawd, Tom.” He held onto the sides of the washer for dear life.  He didn’t know which spun more, him or the vibrating machine.

By the time it was over, you could hear the sound of a satisfied groan.  Whether it came from the washer or the two spent, sweaty men on top of the machine…who knew?


Wednesday, January 15, 2014

Standing by in Sickness and in Health A Weds Brief story

It's that time of the week again.    This week my story reflects on some real life issues,  I suffer from allergies. And my housemates are doing some de cluttering,  the basement is filled with a colony of dust.   So there was dust in the air and my allergies just kicked in.   I think for those who do suffer like I do you'll be able to relate.    For those lucky souls who don't.  I hate you  :P

Anyway here is my brief

 "Swear on our friendship.or "My mama always said some things are better left unsaid.or "Stop beating around the bush.or "What's good for the goose is good for the gander.or "The nice thing about standards is, there are so many to choose from.or use: pillow, wood, dishcloth or feature a tornado in your story or use: straw, knife, candle or have a character sneeze repeatedly or "How do you mend a broken heart" or "Can things get any worse?"

Standing by In Sickness and in Health

Achoo, achoo.  The sound of repetitive sneezing could be heard coming from the living room.

“Tom, are you okay?” Ben put the groceries he’d been carrying onto the kitchen counter and made his way into the living room where his husband, Tom, was lying on the couch.   He was covered in a green throw. A box of tissues sat next to him on the coffee table and a pile of used tissues was growing taller as he threw another one on top.   There was a roaring fire in the fireplace. Ben loved how he and Tom would start off many a romantic evening by lighting a fire.  But that wasn’t going to happen tonight, not with Tom under the weather.

Cough, cough. Sniff….achoo!   “Oh hi, Ben.”  Cough cough. 

“Honey, it sounds like you’re coming down with a cold.”  Ben sat next to him and put his hand to Tom’s forehead. It felt cool to the touch.  “No fever,”  Ben mumbled to himself. 

“It’s not a cold, it’s my allergies acting up.  I was going through some boxes in the attic and it was very dusty and…”

“And you weren’t wearing your mask like I’ve told you a million times to do,”  Ben admonished him.

“And I wasn’t wearing that mask you keep harping on me to wear,”  Tom reluctantly admitted.  “And I started to have a sneeze fest.  It went downhill from there.  I’ve got a headache and I’ve been wheezing.”

“Should I take you to the doctor?” Ben remembered they had the doctor’s phone number on their cell.  “Did you take your meds?”

“No, I’ll be okay ,and yes I took my meds, Mom.”   Tom was getting mildly annoyed at Ben’s hovering.

“I’m only looking out for my man.  How about I make us some of the green tea we both like?”

“I’ll probably pass out soon. You know how those pills make me sleepy,”  Tom said between yawns.

“Then I’d better hurry before you go sleepy bye.”   Ben put the kettle on the stove to heat and put the groceries away.  By the time he’d taken out two mugs and two tea bags, the kettle was whistling. 

He’d selected Tazo Zen green tea. They’d discovered it at a local tea-tasting event and decided to add it to their growing collection.  No one would suspect that he and Tom were big tea drinkers.

“Here you go, Tom.” Ben put the tea on the coffee table.  “Come on, Tom, drink up. It’ll help your throat.”   Ben had added a teaspoon of honey to their tea; it was their preferred sweetener.

He helped Tom into a seated position and watched him pick up his mug and blow on it to cool it then take a sip.  

“Ah, thanks, Ben.  I’m sorry to be such a pain in the neck.” Tom put his mug down and blew his nose.

“Nonsense. In sickness and in health, remember?  I’m here for the long haul, no matter what.”  Ben grabbed a wastebasket from their office and put Tom’s used tissues into it and left it where Tom could reach it. 

“Mm, this tea is good,”  Tom whispered hoarsely as he took another sip of hot tea.   “You’re like a regular Florence Nightingale.”  

“I love you. I hate seeing you sick, baby. I want to take care of you, just like you’ve taken care of me when I’ve been sick.”

“I know, and I love you for doing it.  I know I’m not an easy patient.”

“Well, neither am I.   I just want to make you feel better.” Ben sat next to Tom and then encouraged him to rest his head on his lap.  He leaned down and kissed Tom on the lips.

“Mmmm, nice.  But the ‘fun’ stuff is going to have to wait until you’re feeling better.”

“I know, it’s a bummer.”  Yawn.  “I’m sorry, I’ll just rest my eyes and then we can have some ‘fun’.”   

Ben laughed quietly when Tom started to snore.  He wasn’t one of those loud snorers, the kind that start arguments between couples.  Ben thought his snore was sexy.   And he couldn’t wait till Tom was feeling up to it for him to show him just how sexy he thought he was.


 My fellow flashers

Wednesday, January 8, 2014

Job Applicant- Weds Brief

It's that time of the week again.    This week I decided to use this photo as my inspiration.
Let's see how this man factors into my story

Job Applicant

One of the things Ben loved about their home was the space they had. It wasn’t a huge house, but the way it was laid out made it work for him and Tom.  Ben was home doing some business in their office.  He looked over at Tom’s empty desk and wondered when his husband was coming home.  He’d stopped worrying about Tom’s dangerous job a while back. It was driving him crazy, so he decided he wouldn’t think about what could happen to his gorgeous firefighter. 

Ben was part owner in the real estate office he worked at. His business partner was one Aaron Hector.  He was a great guy. They’d known each other since their college days.  They’d both decided to go into real estate and get some experience before starting their own businesses. 

Right now, Ben and Aaron had decided to hire someone new, and Ben was going over job applications and resumes.  One name drew his eye.  There was something familiar about it, so Ben did a Google search. 

“Hey,  honey, how was your day?”  Tom came up behind him, bent over and gave him a big kiss on the lips.

“Hey, Tom. I didn’t hear you come in.  Sometimes you’re more quiet than our cat.”

“Lol, yeah, I guess so.  What are you up to?”  Tom looked at the image Ben had on the screen. It was of a very buff guy wearing board shorts and nothing else but a Celtic tattoo on his upper left arm; he was striking a very sexy pose.   “Um, should I be worried?”  Tom said, jokingly.

“What? No, Tom. I was looking at new job applicants and this guy’s name just rang some bells.  I did a search on him and this image popped up.  Apparently he was a model and decided to turn to real estate. According to the blurb underneath, this photo was taken five years ago.”

“And he can’t model anymore?”  Tom wondered how much the guy could have changed in five years.

“It’s a tough industry.  Not everyone gets to be a top model, and it can be over very quickly.  Maybe that’s why this guy wants to be in a more secure job.”

“Are you going to hire him?”  Tom asked as he sat at his own desk and fired up his computer. 

“I’m not sure. I’d like to schedule him for an interview.”

“Here or at the office?”  Tom knew that Ben conducted some of his business here at home, on the phone, or at the small office he and Aaron shared in town.  

“I conduct my interviews at the office.  You know I don’t like to bring strangers in the house.  Why, are you jealous?”

“Jealous?  No, I was just curious who the guy was.  He’s a pretty good looking guy, you know.”  Tom avoided looking at Ben when he said it.

Ben got up out of his chair, came around behind Tom and wrapped his arms around his man’s chest and hugged him tight.   “You know you’re much better looking then him.”

“Really?”  Tom asked him.

“Oh yeah. I mean who was Mr. May in the ‘Hot Firefighters’ calendar two years ago.  Remember when they had that fund raiser for the fire department that year,  they were selling that calendar at the event?  It sold like hotcakes, and I noticed a lot of women drooling all over May.  How many signatures did you have to sign when they spotted you in the crowd?”

“I think I got writer’s cramp by the end of the day.”

“See! You’re still a hunk.”  Ben kissed his cheek.  “Just remember you’re my hunk.”

“Well, just don’t let Mr. Cheesecake get any ideas.  You belong to me.”  Tom raised Ben’s left hand. The light in the office shone off the gold band on his ring finger. 

Ben chuckled.  He looked at the matching band on Tom’s finger too.  The rings were only symbols of their love.  They already belonged to each other a long time before they got married. 

“You don’t have anything to worry about, Tom. You know that, right?”

“Hmmm, I don’t know.  I think you better show me.”  Tom got up and took Ben’s hand and led him to their bedroom.

They spent a few minutes undressing each other and fell into bed together.  They made love, knowing all the right buttons to push to bring each other to the top of the mountain and paradise.