I wrote a guest post for J.p. Barnaby! I’m so excited. It’s all about an author’s power, will and capacity to spark change. And of course, about Raising Shawna. Here’s the link:
Go check it out and leave a comment!
Since this seems to be so wonderfully received, here’s another excerpt from my current WIP, Dakota:
“As you all know, I called you all over here because Dakotavitch has found his sufletul pereche. From the information I have received from him, Arizona, Utah, Carolina, Michigan and Washington, his name is Nishon Moore, whose nickname is Nimo, he is a single father, with a three-year old son named, Isaiah, whose nickname is Zay. Isaiah is a forziq.”
Dakota watched as his other brothers gasped and began talking frantically amongst themselves. He stood to his feet quickly and glared at them all. “I just want you all to know, that no one is going to harm one hair on my son’s head,” he told them.
“But your sufletul pereche rejected you,” Arizona pointed out and though he didn’t sound as if he were teasing or mocking Dakota about that, the words were like acid across his wounded heart and Dakota hissed, grabbing his chest. His legs shook and the room began to spin.
“Grab him!” Decebal’s words snapped out quickly and Dakota felt someone’s hands on him lowering him back down onto the couch.
“What’s wrong with him?” Colorado asked. Colorado, One of Dakota’s biggest brothers. He was a General Practice doctor. Lived his life wearing nothing but jerseys and jeans, with long, curly black hair to the middle of his hair. Colorado was always traveling or going to the theater whenever he had some free time and trying to drag one of them along with him when he went. None of them liked to go with him though. Not because they were not as cultured but because inevitably when they went with him Colorado would meet up with some guy or girl, twins, triplets, quads, whomever, and would abandon his sibling or siblings to go off to have sex. Repeatedly. Once, when Dakota was fourteen, just a baby vampire, Colorado, one hundred years old, which was about twenty-four in the vampire world, convinced their parents to let him take Dakota to Miami for a week. They’d been there for two days, having fun at the beach and shopping when Colorado met up with this fraternity. He’d ordered pizza, wings, soda, bought movies and toys for Dakota and told him to stay in the hotel room and left with the frat boys for another two days. When he came back he’d regaled Dakota with tales about how he’d fucked his way across, around, up, down, in and out of the fraternity. Dakota told him about how he’d cried himself to sleep the first night and then how he’d called their parents that morning. Decebal and Adelina had arrived hours later and left Colorado in Miami, but had taken Dakota home. Dakota hadn’t talked to Colorado for weeks after and while their relationship was fine now, it was still a bit strained.
“The mate bond between Dakota and Nishon began to form and strengthen a lot quicker than it would have for any of you because of Isaiah. It is to help make sure that the forziq has protection. Since Dakota was denied, the thirst is overtaking him much sooner. No doubt his sufletul pereche is suffering similar withdrawals,” Decebal told them.
“So we need to get them together and quickly,” Michigan reasoned.
Arizona interjected. “Or we need to kill the forziq.”
Everyone stared at Arizona in shock and horror. Decebal walked over to Arizona and slapped him hard across the face. “Your mamă and I raised you better than that. We do not slaughter the innocent. We especially do not kill children and family is off-limits unless they have gone rogue.”
“But Tată he is a forziq!” Arizona protested.
“I don’t care if he is the diavol himself!” Decebal said, referring to the Romanian belief of the devil, the ultimate being of evil incarnate. “He is a child. He is your nephew. You will protect him with your life.” Decebal sighed and grabbed Arizona’s face in his hands. “Arizona, he is not Mihai. You must stop comparing all forziqs to the one who so viciously hurt you.”
Arizona glared at their father before looking at them all and jerking his face out of Decebal’s hands he spun on his heel and turned to leave the room. Dakota winced as his front door slammed behind Arizona at looked over at his father surprised at the tears that filled his father’s eyes.
“Tată?” he asked cautiously.
Decebal shook his head. “Your brother is hurting, Dakotavitch. He fell in love when he served in the Marines, the man was a forziq and he badly hurt Arizona. I am afraid that the saying that hurt people, hurt people, is very true. As much as I would like to believe that my son would not hurt my grandson, I am not so sure.”
So since Groom of Convenience is done and off to the betas (YAY!!!) and I’ve started Dakota, I decided to share this unedited excerpt with you all. Enjoy this sneak peek into The Sevion Brotherhood, a new series:
“Daddy?” a small voice called from the bed and Nimo’s attention instantly turned to his son. He leapt from his chair and sat on the side of Isaiah’s bed. He took his son’s small hand in his own and swallowed back the tears that clogged his throat.
“Hey munchkin,” Nimo said, pasting a small smile on his face.
“I huwt,” Isaiah said.
“I bet you do,” Nimo said with a small chuckle. “You hit your head pretty hard on Miss Norma’s desk. What were you doing?”
Isaiah’s eyes opened and Nimo smiled into the hazel gaze that were arched just like his own but looked absolutely nothing like his. Isaiah’s bows lowered as if he were trying to remember and he lifted a hand to rub his forehead, which Nimo captured and lowered back to the bed. It was a nervous gesture that Isaiah had picked up from Nimo and usually Nimo thought it was cute but with the bandage on his head, Nimo didn’t want Isaiah rubbing it and freaking his forehead.
“Wunning,” Isaiah said.
“Why were you running?” Nimo asked.
Isaiah shrugged, playing with Nimo’s fingers, refusing to look at his father.
“Zay,” Nimo said sternly.
Isaiah sighed as if his father were so tiresome and looked up. “Because Tewwy was a vampiyuh and he was biting the othuh kids and making them into zombies and I didn’t want to be one.”
Nimo sighed and shook his head, he should have known it had something to do with vampires.
“Well that’s certainly interesting,” a voice, deep as a bass guitar, smooth as silk, and sexy as sin said from the doorway and Nimo felt a shiver work its way over his entire body. He knew that voice. Had been bathing in its audio for over an hour and replaying it in his mind as he waited for his son to awaken for the last half hour. It was the sexy Dr. Dakota Sevion. The most gorgeous man to walk the face of the Earth. Ever. In history. And Nimo should know, he taught mythology, and he’d just spent the last half hour checking pictures online and no one came close.
Taking a deep breath Nimo turned with a smile for the doctor and felt all the breath rush out of his chest. He’d been expecting the doctor to be in his “doctor” clothes, as he’d been before: scrubs, and a white coat, all of which clung to his large, muscled frame. Instead, Dr. Dakota Sevion or “Doctor Do-Me” as Nimo thought of him in his mind, was wearing a pair of jeans, Doc Martens, a royal blue polo shirt that looked as if it were about to burst at the seams around his muscles, with the wisps of his chest hair peaking up from between the opening of the shirt, a leather jacket hooked over his finger, and held over shoulder. He was leaning against the doorway of Isaiah’s room and in that moment Nimo found himself wishing, if only for a moment, that Isaiah was either not there, or still asleep, so that he could climb the good doctor like a monkey.
Solid parenting there, Nimo.
“H-hu-hello, Doctor Sevion,” Nimo said with a smile.
“Hello Mr. Moore,” Doctor Sevion said with an answering grin in his direction.
“Daddy,” Isaiah whispered.
Nimo turned to look at Isaiah and noticed his wide-eyed gaze as he stared at Dr. Sevion and realized that his son had never seen anyone quite so big before. Nimo was surrounded by professors. Nerds, geeks, dweebs of the highest caliber. All of his friends that were in constant contact with Isaiah were either academics at the university, computer programmers, scientists, or researchers. They did have one fashion designer and one chef in their little group, but they were exceptions, not the rule. Isaiah was probably frightened, because besides on television and in movies, he’d never really seen a real-life… well, superhero.
Nimo leaned down and whispered, “He’s not really Superman or Thor or Hulk or any of the other superheroes, baby.”
Nimo turned to glare at the doctor when he heard the choked laughter from the doorway and realized he must not have been as quiet as he thought.
Isaiah shook his head. “I know that Daddy. He’s a vampiyuh.”
Nimo turned to look at the doctor and noticed that he’d grown extremely still. He turned to look back at Isaiah and shook his head. “No honey. We talked about this. First of all, I told you that vampires aren’t real and then I said if they were, how would you be able to tell that they were?”
Isaiah’s eyebrows lowered and then cleared. He lifted his hands and began counting them off. “They can’t walk in the sunlight. They are vewy skinny. They are vewy pale. They have weally long hayuh like that actuh you like in that movie.”
“Brad Pitt?” Doctor Sevion asked.
Nimo scrunched his nose in distaste and shook his head. “No. Too blond. Antonio Banderas. I like my men with some color.” He immediately looked away from Doctor Sevion when the man grinned and quirked an eyebrow. He looked back at Isaiah. “And what else, honey?”
“They have shawp fangs,” Isaiah continued counting. “They tuwn into bats. They sleep in coffins and live in Wo-Wo-“
“Romania,” Nimo supplied.
Isaiah nodded. “Thank you Daddy.”
“You’re welcome baby,” Nimo said with a smile. “So see? Doctor Sevion doesn’t meet any of the criteria, so he can’t be a vampire.”
“But he is Daddy! He is!” Isaiah protested.
“Why do you think I’m a vampire?” Doctor Sevion asked with a friendly smile.
“Because I can see it!” Isaiah said with a defiant lift of his chin. “I see vampires. You awe one and so awe the thwee men standing behind you.”
Nimo looked and noticed three equally large men, who all looked just like Dr. Dakota Sevion, standing directly behind him, all looking at Isaiah with looks of shock on their faces. Nimo wanted to laugh it all off and tell them that his son just had a wild imagination but then one of them, taller and bigger than even Dr. Dakota, and who looked as if he ate rabbits for breakfast, just for the hell of it stepped forward and crossed his arms.
“So what the fuck are we going to do about this?”
Today is World’s AIDS day. The theme is “Getting to Zero.”
Have you and your loved ones been tested. Regardless of how committed you are to each other, being tested is still important.
AIDS and HIV have really affected me, I have lost people to it and I currently have two of the most precious people in my life living with (not dying from) the HIV disease. They are two of the strongest, most amazing men I know and I love them very much, but because of them I make sure that I get tested whenever I can. Because of them I am even more diligent about being tested. Because of my friend, Justin, who died from AIDS, who was fully committed to a man who was not fully committed to him, I am fierce about making sure I NEVER leave my house without a condom (or two or three-because let’s face it, it’s me) and that I always get tested.
Today is the day when the entire world turns its attention towards this very serious, fatal disease and we focus on how to cure it, how to end it, what we can do to educate each other on it. And I want you, my readers, my author friends, family, friends, acquaintances, etc. to be safe. So if it’s been a while, go and get tested. If you know that someone needs to be tested, volunteer to go with them. But let’s work towards getting the number of those living with HIV and AIDS down to zero.
Okay, you guys know me. I donate. I’m a giver. I’m not perfect. I never pretend that I am. I don’t judge. I don’t condemn, criticize or judge. I give back. I try to make the world a better place. I forgive those that hurt me and I move on. I want to be a world changer. I always have been. I want my daughter and any other children I have to be proud to have me as their father. I said all that to say this:
I just heard a story and I want you all to get involved. The Christmas season is coming upon us and I know everyone is probably scrambling around buying presents last minute for family and kids, but I’m asking you, if you can to help out these two very special causes.
The first is a young girl: Naidelin, 11, who lives in South Carolina. She has cystic fibrosis. The doctors have given her six months to live. Her family is poverty stricken, her older sister and her four children live in the home with Naidelin and her parents. Naidelin can no longer attend school and has an IEP where tutors/teachers come out to her home to teach her, however after about 1.5 hours she is struggling for breath and in pain and it becomes too difficult for her to continue. Her parents are barely able to pay for their bills and Naidelin’s hospital bills which means that Naidelin will be going without Christmas presents this year. Naidelin likes Hello Kitty, SpongeBob SquarePants, she is in the sixth grade and focusing on math and english (so any of those helpful toys/electronics would be great), she hates baby dolls and barbie dolls, likes batman, and wants a blanket.
The second is Morningside Middle School in South Carolina: This school is in desperate need of computers. It is a Title One school. Many of the female students there aspire to growing up, having children and getting on welfare because that’s what their mothers did and they barely know better. However, they have a few teachers there now who are teaching them that they can aspire to better, but there is a new policy that is going to be coming into play that is supposed to help them, but it will only benefit schools that have computers, because instead of allowing students to breeze through school and just guess at the right answer, multiple choice questions will disappear and students will have to show their work. Morningside does not have enough computers at their school and many of their students do not have the comprehension to be able to speak or write to be able to use one to be able to use one efficiently. I want to be able to supply this school with some computers. They don’t have to be top of the line, but I think it would be awesome to either send the school a check from “The GLBTQ Community” (LOL) or buy a bunch of computers and have them just be delivered or something (Unless someone lives in South Carolina and can deliver them?) I’m thinking if we can donate about 5 or 6 computers that will go a long way to helping that school which is about 1300-2000 if we don’t get top of the line.
If you want to help out, you can send the gifts:
5549 Black Hawk Lane
Lakeland, FL 33810
If you want to help out Morningside Middle School, address the checks TO Morningside Middle School (DO NOT address them to me, I don’t want to be responsible for that) or buy a gift card to Best Buy or Walmart.
If you can’t help, I completely understand, but for those of you who do something, even if all you do is send a Christmas card to Naidelin or something to the kids at Morningside, thank you so much. I appreciate you. I’ll keep you all updated.
What would you do if the spirit of your dead twin brother came back?
What about if he inhabited the body of your adopted daughter?
Former drug addict, turned state prosecutor, Shane Occena has to deal with this when the little girl he rescues one night, named Shawna, declares that she’s the reincarnation of his brother Shawn, that he’d lost over eight years before. Feeling a connection to Shawna that can’t be talked away, Shane begins the adoption process and gains custody. When Shawna begins acting like Shawn, Shane takes her to see Child Psychologist, Tucker Ames. And that’s when his life really changes.
Dr. Tucker Ames spends his days talking with children helping them heal from their scars and come to grips with their gender issues and sexuality, and his nights alone, hoping for a family of his own. When he meets Shane and Shawna Occena, he finally feels as if he’s met the family that’s destined to be his. But first he has to help Shawna heal from her childhood, Shane heal from his scars, and find a way to help Shawn cross over to the other side.
But when allegations of child abuse are brought against Shane, and Tucker’s family spontaneously descends on this makeshift family in Pensacola to lend their “support”, will Tucker and Shane be able to stay together and be the parents that Shawna so desperately need? And will Shawn ever let go of his hold on Shawna and finally ascend to the afterlife? Tucker and Shane may think that they are Raising Shawna, but in the end, she may be the one to raise them all.
Genre: Supernatural/Paranormal, Interracial, Alternative (M/M or F/F), Contemporary
Word Count: 119,595
Warning: This book deals with a lot of serious issues: drug addiction, loss, transgenderism, racism, homophobia, adoption of minority/biracial children in America, death, abuse, rape, gangs and violence. It may trigger some readers, please read with caution.
“Hello?” he said into the phone. Silence greeted him and Shane lowered the bottle of orange juice as his brows furrowed. “Hello?”
“Um-yes, hi, Mr. Occena? It’s Dr. Ames. Shawna’s psychologist?” the deeply, husky voice on the other line said.
Shane’s heart sped up and he swallowed thickly. “Yes, hi, Dr. Ames. What can I do for you?” he asked the handsome doctor.
“I-I-um, I was just calling to check up on Shawna. Today’s session was a little difficult for her and I just wanted to make sure that she was okay.”
Shane chuckled even as his groin tightened by the sound of the doctor’s voice in his ear. “She’s fine. As a matter of fact, she’s upstairs getting ready for a bath with her trusty sidekicks at her feet.”
Shane was aware of the sound of rustling coming through on the other end. He wondered what the other man was doing. Was the good doctor calling him from home? Perhaps Dr. Ames was undressing for a shower or maybe he was lying naked in bed and the sound of rustling was the sheets shifting around his naked form. Shane groaned silently. That line of thinking was sure to get him into trouble. He pulled his mind back to the conversation.
“Yes, Reba is a cat and Sinatra is a dog. I had them before I adopted Shawna. It was love and friendship at first sight when the three of them met.”
“Well, that is really good. It’s always good for kids who have been adopted and who have endured the trauma that Shawna has to have playmates, even if they are of the feline and canine variety,” Dr. Ames said with a small chuckle and Shane joined in his amusement.
The line grew silent then and Shane held his breath, wanting the doctor to talk to him about something other than Shawna but almost positive that it would be out of line and unethical.
“Sooo—” he hedged.
Dr. Ames sighed. “Mr. Occena, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have even called you. I normally don’t. I can’t even lie and say that it’s the uniqueness of the situation that has captured my interest. This is very unethical of me and I know I shouldn’t have called, but I couldn’t get you out of my mind and I just had to call.”
Shane sighed happily before he chuckled. “Well, I’m glad that you called me even if you shouldn’t. I admit that I couldn’t stop thinking about you either.”
He heard the sharp intake of breath from the doctor on the other end.
“This conversation could get me into a lot of trouble, Mr. Occena,” Dr. Ames cautioned him.
Shane nodded though he knew the other man couldn’t see him. “I understand. We can stop talking about this right now if you want,” he offered the psychologist a way out of the conversation.
“That’s just it,” Dr. Ames said, and Shane could hear the frustration in the other man’s tone and felt it vibrate within himself. “Even though I know that this conversation is highly inappropriate, I mean, you are the father of one of my patients, I find that I don’t really care. I want to help and treat Shawna through this new development, and at the same time, I find myself wondering what it would be like to take you out on a proper date. Dinner, dancing, and a kiss at your front door.”
Shane’s breath sped up in his chest and he pressed the bottle of orange juice against his heavy erection. “I know what you mean.”
“But this is highly inappropriate and we should probably stop talking about things that cannot be right now,” Dr. Ames said, though it sounded more like a question.
Shane didn’t know how he was supposed to respond in that moment. Was he supposed to tell the doctor that he agreed with his assessment of the situation, or should he try to fight for the obvious connection that he felt with the other man? He was so confused and confusion was definitely not good in this situation. Confusion would have him being selfish and putting his raging libido ahead of his daughter’s welfare. That wasn’t something he wanted to do. He had to think of Shawna. Shawna was the most important thing in his life at the moment, and while the possibility of being with the doctor was a definite temptation, it was one that he was going to have to let slide through his fingers. Though it pained him to do so.
“You’re right, Dr. Ames. This is definitely a conversation that we shouldn’t be having,” Shane said into the phone.
A sigh drifted through the line then, a sigh of disappointment, frustration, and resignation. Shane felt the echo of it in his heart. “Yes, well-I guess I will see you and Shawna next week.”
“Yes, you will,” Shane said.
Neither of them said goodbye nor spoke for a long minute. Shane listened to the doctor’s breathing and found himself matching the man’s breathing with his own. He didn’t know how long they sat on the phone, merely listening to the other breathe, when he heard Shawna’s voice from upstairs.
“Daddy! I’m weady!” she called.
“Coming, baby girl,” Shane called back, covering the mouthpiece of the phone. He sighed again and his eyes slid closed. He had to say goodbye to the doctor, even though it pained him to do so. “I have to go. Shawna’s ready for her bath.”
“I understand,” Dr. Ames told him and Shane could hear the sadness in the other man’s voice. “Well, as I said, I’ll see you both next week.”
“Yes. Next week. Thank you for calling, Dr. Ames,” Shane said. “Goodbye.”
“Goodbye, Mr. Occena,” Dr. Ames stated and they both hung up the phone then.
Shane headed upstairs to help Shawna with her bath, his mind divided between his daughter and the gorgeous psychologist whose voice haunted him. And that night when he finally crawled into his own bed to sleep, a full day of work before him, the face of the man he’d been dreaming about for months finally came into focus. It was Dr. Tucker Ames and Shane had never been so disappointed to wake up than he was that next morning. It was a beautiful dream, and, for the foreseeable future, it would have to stay just that… a dream.
So I decided to do NaNoWriMo this year (yay!), but of course with my brain I can’t choose which story to write (boo!). But that’s where YOU all come in (applause!).
I’m going to post up the five stories/blurbs/ideas that I’m trying to choose between and you all have until October 30th to choose which one you want me to work on (I should hopefully have “The Beginning” done by then). These are not the official blurbs, just what I wrote down so that I could know what idea I was going for.
So here they are:
Groom of Convenience
In an alternate universe, in the year of His Royal Majesty, 1814, men and women lived lives of culture and class. The wealthiest of families attended dinners, banquets and balls. Gentlemen went to Remmington’s, a gentlemen’s club to wile away their time boxing, drinking, betting, playing cards and discussing mergers through marriages and business partnerships. Ladies of the gentry spent their days embroidering, playing cards, shopping, tending to their children, and going for carriage rides in the park.
It was a time of courtships, debutante balls, marriages of convenience, titles, wealth, and honor. Where proper behavior and a good family name could make for a good marital match and an entire family ruined by scandal.
However, gender lines are blurred in this universe, for both males and females could be lords, dukes, earls, baronets, marquis or viscounts and both males and females could be considered ladies, duchesses, countesses, baronesses, marchionesses, or viscountesses. Everyone wants to make a good match to continue their family line and children are born to either male or female which has led to the acceptance of many same-sex marriages.
Lord Lucien Timothy Hawthorne is the only son of Earl Annabelle and Countess Rosemary Hawthorne. Having grown up surrounded by his four sisters, he’s anxious to one day be out on his own. To find adventure and to maybe find love. He is shocked, disappointed and angry when his mothers come to tell him one day that he has been betrothed to a duke, a man twenty years older than Lucien, with vast holdings and considerable wealth. A man who is feared by all because of the scar on his face he sustained during the war and his self-imposed isolation. A man who is known only as “The Duke,” Duke Heathcliff Eddington, III.
Heathcliff finally gives in to his mother and father’s constant nagging and makes an arrangement for a marriage of convenience. Though his father would have preferred that Heathcliff had chosen a female, he relents when Heathcliff chooses to tie himself to Lucien Hawthorne, the beloved son of the Hawthorne family, one of the most respected in the country. Heathcliff has no delusions that his match will be one of affection. He prepares himself to marry Lucien, have an heir and two spares as soon as possible and then to set out to find the love of his life. When he goes to Remmington’s one night, however, he throws caution to the wind and sleeps with the beautiful young man drowning his sorrows at the bar.
Heathcliff begins to correspond via letters left at the bar with the bartender with the young man known to him only as “Timmy” and soon finds himself falling in love. He makes up his mind to run away with Timmy and prepares to do just that when he finally meets his betrothed, Lucien, who is also his beloved Timmy, but Lucien has a secret one that requires them to make haste in their nuptials, and though both men desired a marriage of love, they’ll quickly find out that sometimes a marriage of convenience can turn into love if given the right circumstance.
Inner Beauty: Unconventional Matings: 1
Patrick is leaving Walmart late one night when he hears the sound of someone being beat up. He rushes over and smells blood, and not just any blood but the blood of his mate. He rushes over and fights off the group of men. He lifts his unconscious, overweight mate into his arms and takes him home. He waits for his mate to awaken and when he does Patrick is forced to try and keep the other man there when he tries to run away. Patrick tells Donnell that he’s his mate and Donnell accuses Patrick of only wanting to be with him because of that reason. Donnell leaves and Patrick is forced to woo his own mate, which subjects him to teasing by his friends and older brothers. Donnell is not only freaked out about the whole wolf shifter thing but about the fact that Patrick is so attractive and seems to want him. Patrick must convince Donnell that he wants him, in spite of the “mating chemical attraction,” while simultaneously keeping him safe from the vampires who are determined to not only rule the world but to kill every wolf shifter in existence and those who stand with them. When Donnell is kidnapped, Patrick must rescue his new mate even if he loses his life in the process.
Alpha wolf shifter, Isaac Green, who is a father of two, Joseph and Karen, meets his mate, Clint Lockhart when he takes his kids to have their pictures taken for a family portrait and since all pack children are home-schooled, he has extras made. He decides to court Clint. They have sex and Isaac almost mates Clint, he stops himself in time and decides to reveal himself to his mate. Clint has a bad reaction and runs away when Isaac reveals that he’s a shifter days later. Clint leaves town and Isaac goes into a downward spiral, he’s only ever calm and rational around his children, his Beta, Brian Prater, and his enforcers, twins, Liam and Leon Thatcher. Clint is haunted by thoughts and dreams of Isaac and can’t eat and barely sleeps, he finally flies back home and finds Isaac trapped in his animal form. He must talk Isaac into shifting back into human form but if he does so he knows that he will not only be taking on the role of an Alpha mate but of a stepfather and that scares him because Clint can barely take care of himself.
Dakota: The Sevion Brotherhood: 1
Dakota Sevion loves his life. He’s the Chief of Surgery at Gelreen Memorial Hospital in Loweston, Mississippi, he hangs out with his brothers every weekend, and since he works at the hospital he has unlimited access to blood. As an unmated vampire, it’s the best thing Dakota could have hoped for. While he longs for a mate and a family of his own, at two hundred and eighty six years old, Dakota has resigned himself to a life of one-night stands. Then he switches shifts with another doctor and his whole world changes.
Nishan “Nimo” Moore is a professor of mythology at Loweston University who is still trying to find his footing as a single father, three years after having his son left on the doorstep of his apartment and three years after being disowned by his parents. He rushes to the hospital one day when he receives word that his son, Isaiah, has been hurt at daycare. While standing at his son’s bedside, Nimo looks up and finds himself staring into the gunmetal gray eyes of Dr. Dakota Sevion.
Dakota is pulled into the hospital room by his newly forming mate bond with the gorgeous single father and knows that he only has two weeks to complete it or he will die from starvation. But what will he do when Nimo doesn’t react well to the news that Dakota is a vampire? And what about when someone from Nimo’s past comes to kill him? Will this mating last or will is break under the strain of a inter-species pairing?
Lenny’s Aussie: Judah’s Fire On Tour: 1
Judah’s Fire is the hottest rock band in the world. Everyone knows them and everyone loves them. The world is their oyster. Parties, the greatest hotels, guest appearances on television shows, billions of screaming fans, each member has multiple homes, and even the stalkers let them know that they have truly made it, not to mention the dozens of Grammys they’ve won. But when the last note fades away, these seven men are lonely. All of them are single, in spite of the number of men and women who throw themselves at them, even sneaking into their beds at night, and they’re finally sick of it. When Judah, the group’s leader, challenges the group to find love while on their worldwide tour-From America, to Europe, to the Caribbean, to Australia, to Canada, and even to Asia, the guys are skeptical but soon agree to the terms. What they could have never anticipated was just who they would end up meeting and falling for.
Lenny Tolen, the group’s drummer, is used to being overlooked. He’s not the lead singer, he’s a backup, and he doesn’t play guitar. So when the group arrives in Australia for the first leg of the tour, Lenny is surprised when he is not only approached, but pursued, by the hottest man he’s ever seen in his life.
Peyton Brady is a proud Judahite. He has bought every album the group has ever put out, follows them on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, reads their blog and goes onto their website at least four times a day. But he’s not a stalker. No, he’s hopelessly in love with Lenny, the drummer. So when Judah’s Fire shows up in his country, Peyton takes a vacation from his job and travels over to Sydney to see all three shows and to finally, finally meet his crush. But when Peyton discovers that there’s more to Lenny than just being a drummer, his celebrity crush turns into something more.
But the band must move on, they can’t stay in Australia forever, so when push comes to shove will Lenny let Peyton go and return to a life of being the background in Judah’s Fire or will he finally make a stand and go after what he wants?
There you have it you guys, the five stories I’m trying to choose between. Go ahead and leave me a comment letting me know which one you think I should work on. I’ll have a surprise for those who choose the story I write.
I’ve run this on my blog for a few days and here are the current standings:
Groom of Convenience: 21
Clint’s Alpha: 16
Inner Beauty: 15
Lenny’s Aussie: 13
Voting ends October 30th!
From November 04th until the 20th, I and other author friends of mine will be posting up flash fiction pieces of some of my favorite characters of theirs (centered around birthdays), sharing blog posts about birthdays, donating prizes or making donations to some of my favorite charities (and there is a LOT to choose from).
I’ll have a list of all the participants soon, but keep your eyes open because there will be free stories, giveaways, and donations galore. Gotta celebrate the big 3-0 in a big way!