Monthly Archives: March 2012
Sorry I’ve been MIA for the past few days, I have the emotional flu so I’m limiting my time online, but I did want to share this Saturday Snark with you from my WIP (M/M Supernatural Romance) Raising Shawna.
Shane turned to glare at Tucker, his left hand holding onto thin shoulders of Shawna who stood still, her small frame still shuddering as she cried. How dare this man try to tell him what was wrong with his daughter…his son…his brother.
“You have no fucking idea what you’re talking about,” he growled angrily, distantly aware of Shawna turning to hold his hand tightly.
“Mr. Ocenna, it’s quite normal for parents to deny the possibility that their child is less than perfect, that they may have some sort of mental disorder or a genetic mistake…” Tucker responded before Shane interrupted him.
“A genetic mistake? Genetic? There is nothing mistaken about Shawna, Dr. Ames,” Shane gritted out, white hot anger enflaming his senses, his mind swirling with vengeful thoughts, “Shawna is perfect. Just because her outside doesn’t match the inside doesn’t mean that there is some sort of genetic mistake. I know what’s wrong with Shawna. Bigoted idiots like you who try to tell her that on the days that she feels like a girl, she’s sane and on the days she feels like a boy, that she’s having a mental break.” Shane stepped closer to the doctor, feeling a jolt of lustful awareness zing through his nostrils and slam into his groin at the musky smell of the other man’s cologne. Now was so not the time to find the doctor sexy. “Well let me tell you something. Shawna is still a person. There are no mental disorders or genetic mistakes. This is who Shawna is. Deal with it.”
And with that Shane turned and lifted the young girl up into his arms before turning to walk away. He got down the hallway before he heard a soft voice, the voice of his brother Shawn, coming out of the mouth of this little girl who he was determined to protect.
Michael Prosace…oops, Michael Lourge-Marshall, affectionately called “M&M” by the other mates, agreed to sit down for an interview with me for my Wacky Writer Wednesday post and I must tell you, I thought that his appearance today was very…kismet.
When Michael first showed up, he was about fifteen minutes late and he came in with his youngest daughter Valerie on his hip and HJ (Howell Jr) walking next to him, holding his hand. I didn’t really know how to respond to that. I mean who brings kids to an interview? But, since I love kids, I merely smiled at them, handed them some paper and a few pens and invited Michael to sit across from me in the Purple Fantasy Den so that our interview could begin. I’d asked Howell to come and sign for me since Michael is deaf but at the last minute he’d been unable to do so. So I called on a dear friend of mine who knows sign language and she agreed to do the signing for me instead.
Vicktor: So Michael, tell me, how’s your relationship going with Howell?
Michael: It’s going great. I was so in love with him when we were kids, or at least as much as someone can be in love at that age and I’m so glad that even as kids we knew we were meant to be together. Being together now just makes things so much better.
Vicktor: It hasn’t always been great though right? You guys just recently had a huge fight and you took off with Maurice and then-
Michael: (jumping up from his seat to cover my mouth and signing frantically) That’s in the Tate Pack Anthology that’s coming out soon. Are you sure you want to continue that question and give away what happened?
Vicktor: OH! Yeah, you’re right. Good looking out Mike.
Michael: It’s Michael. And by the way, when are you going to put out that anthology? We’ve been waiting patiently. Very patiently I think.
Vicktor: Ohhhhkay. And it will be very soon. Either the last day of this month or the very beginning of next month (clears throat in embarrassment). So one of the things that I’ve had a number of readers write to me about is your “gender.” At the beginning of Unassumed you identified as a transfemale, but by the end of the book you identified as gender fluid. Can you tell me why that is?
Michael: Because that’s how you wrote me. (laughs) No, seriously, it’s because when the story first began I was still struggling with my identity. I did feel as if something about me was off but not completely wrong as is the case of many transgender people. There were days when I woke up and I wanted to have breasts and feel very feminine, then there were days when I woke up and I was very proud of my dick and I felt very masculine. One of the biggest problems that I think humans and even those of us in the paranormal world have, is the fact that we think gender and sexuality are very fixed. That you can really only be one thing, straight or gay, male or female, when I believe that we’re all very fluid. It’s the reason why as kids we don’t see something as being “male” or “female”, we’re a lot more innocent as children. It’s only as we get older that we become obsessed with labels and lines and nice, tidy boxes to contain people in. When someone doesn’t fit in just one label or won’t stay behind the line or doesn’t fit into a box, well then we automatically say that the problem lays with that person and not the system that tries to restrain them.
Vicktor: You make a very good point.
Michael: Thank you.
Vicktor: Another thing that many readers wanted to talk to you about was the fact that you’re deaf. How is that possible with you being a wolf shifter? Aren’t you all immune to everything that humans can suffer from?
Michael: Yes, that’s true to a certain degree. We’re not complete animals though. We are simultaneously wolf and human, you know? We don’t fit into labels or boxes, so don’t try to stick us into one. As far as my being deaf, as far as I’m aware I’m the only wolf shifter in history to be born this way. I’m also the only male child born to Alpha Alfred Prosace, so perhaps it’s because my birth father was so evil? Or because he used to abuse my mother while she was pregnant with me? Or maybe it was a decision made by Fate. I see a lot more than hearing people. I’m more observant of the behavior of others, the subtle facial tics and cues that a person expresses when they’re talking, I notice those things. Or perhaps Fate did it because of who my mate was going to be. Howell is a special man, able to not only accept my being gender fluid but to embrace it wholeheartedly, makes him a rare, but exquisitely special person indeed, but not being able to physically talk to me, makes our relationship a little more intimate than a lot of others. We speak through sign language sometimes, but it is mostly through our mating bond and each time it gets stronger and stronger, I have a weird feeling that’s going to come in handy down the road.
Vicktor: With me as your author (looks at ceiling innocently), that’s a very good feeling. (innocent smile) And you’re also in an interracial relationship, what’s that like?
Michael: You know, race or rather, color, is just like gender and physical appearance. People put way too much emphasis. Just because Howell’s skin is darker, that doesn’t mean that he’s any different from any of the white men that I have dated before. Just like Howell sees the person that I am, I see the person that he is, regardless of how light or how dark his skin is. But as far as having to deal with other people as an interracial couple, well, it’s different. Some people have more problem with us being a “gay” or “alternative” couple, but we actually had a man tell us that he was more upset about us being an interracial couple than us being a “rainbow” couple. I think that dealing with people’s ignorance is a way of life. We grow from our interactions if we remember that ignorant, mean, nasty, and hateful people who refuse to learn, to grow and change are just like sandpaper. They may scratch and rub those of us who are constantly growing and changing, those of us in the minority, those of us who are oppressed, but when it’s all over, we’ll be smooth and polished and they’ll be all used up. I think that’s a refreshing thought.
Vicktor: That’s a line from “Fighting Temptations.”
Michael: (laughs) Yeah, Howell made us all watch it last night.
Vicktor: So you watched it with the subtitles on?
Michael: Of course we did.
I opened my mouth to ask another question when Michael sat up straight and turned to look behind him. At that moment Howell walked into the room with Katharina, Michael’s sister behind him. Seeing Michael’s sister reminded me of another question I’d been asked about Unassumed.
While my friend, the translator, tried to get Michael’s attention he completely ignored us. He merely stood up, turned to wave at me and walked straight into Howell’s arms. I watched, like a voyeur, as the two of them begin to make-out right there in front of all of us. Howell’s hands came down to squeeze the globes of Michael’s ass and I found myself shifting in my seat watching the two of them together. Katharina smiled at me and carried the two children out of the den and I found myself once again impressed by her strength. She was truly as strong and fierce as the female wolves out in the wild, truly the most vicious of the species, I had written her well.
It wasn’t too long before Howell lifted Michael in his arms and carried him out of the room, without stopping to say good bye to either me or my translator friend. Did I really write him to be that rude to his creator? Then again, he was about to take Michael to their home to have hot, wild, mansex and I know for a fact that I wrote their addiction to that.
So that’s how my interview with Michael ended. I’d say that the next time I want to interview him that I should probably have Howell there as well, but the whole interview would be me sitting and watching them have sex while I try to ask questions…
Maybe that’s not such a bad idea after all.
Unassumed can be bought from ARe at: Buy Unassumed
Michael and Howell’s story continues in A Tate Pack Anthology, releasing at ARe soon.
Here is your Tantalizing Teaser Tuesday post from my book Light the Way.
Lighthouse keeper, Dylan Wilton, discovers the broken body of a beautiful young man with a thick, flowing mane of white hair, while out walking one night. Taking the beautiful stranger into his home to care for him, he finds out that the only thing the young man remembers is his name: Seth.
What Dylan doesn’t know, and what Seth has forgotten, is that he has a very important, very powerful secret: he is a unicorn shifter, who has been sent out to find his true life mate before his next birthday, which is just four months away. The two find that they have a very deep, electrifying connection and it isn’t long before their friendship takes a turn towards something a lot deeper and much more satisfying.
With every kiss, touch and intimate embrace, however, Seth’s memories begin to return and before long he has regained the entirety of his memories, and not a moment too soon, because he must claim Dylan and be claimed himself, the royal line secured, in just two months or he and his entire family will be killed.
A series of misunderstandings, danger, and someone who has set his sights on Seth for his own nefarious reasons, arise to try and keep the two men from completing their mating in time. Did Seth’s memories return to him in time for him to protect his mate and his family or did he stay in the darkness to long? And now that the darkness has retreated, can Dylan love him enough to light the way towards their own happily ever after?
“Oh man! What if he’s dead?”
“Shut up Earl. He’s not fucking dead, he’s just playing with us. Ain’t cha, ya piece of shit?”
“Lonnie he ain’t breathing no more. We weren’t supposed to kill him. We were supposed to just capture him and bring him to the boss. He ain’t gonna be happy if we bring him to him and he’s all dead and shit.”
“We ain’t bringing him to The Boss dead Earl! Now shut. The. Fuck. Up.”
“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Lonnie…”
“Goddammit Earl. You killed him. You killed the fucking unicorn with all of your stupid swinging around.”
“I’m sorry Lonnie, he was just running too fast.”
“He’s a goddamn unicorn! Of course he was fucking running, you stupid hillbilly.”
“I’m sorry Lonnie.”
“Don’t apologize to me, just help me.”
“What’cha doing Lonnie?”
“What the fuck’s it look like Earl? We’re going to throw the damn unicorn overboard and tell The Boss we couldn’t find him. Better we never found him than we found him and killed him. Now grab his legs.”
“Which ones Lonnie?”
“His fucking back legs Earl! I swear I don’t know how in the world you survived childhood with as stupid as you are. Now help me push him over…”
I felt it, the moment I hit the water. That feeling of fear and panic that settles in your bones. I wasn’t stupid though. Earl and Lonnie, the two hired goons who’d been sent by “The Boss” to capture me would be watching the water to make sure that I didn’t float back up to the top. So even though my body was weak and bruised, broken in some places, I had just enough energy and power to shift from my unicorn form to my human form when I sank low enough in the water. Once I felt the waves of the shift finish floating over my body, or after the water settled as soon as Lonnie and Earl took off, I pushed my limbs as hard as I could to get to the surface.
I gasped for air as soon as my head broke the surface and I found myself smelling the faintest trace of the most heavenly scent I’d ever smelled in my life. I turned my body and saw that I was very close to the lighthouse. Maybe I’d be able to ask for help from the caretaker. He was probably some nice old man who would be sufficiently horrified when I appeared at his doorstep completely nude. Unfortunately, it wasn’t something that I could help. I didn’t shift and keep my clothes on. I shouldn’t have shifted to run through the forest. It was something that my parents had taught me not to do my entire life. The few times that I’d disobeyed them and look what happened?
I pushed my arms and legs through the water, my limbs feeling heavier as I got closer and closer to the shore. I saw a man walking towards the edge. He didn’t look extremely old, but maybe he was visiting his father the caretaker? I shoved away my curious thoughts, my curiosity about the human race having already gotten me in trouble once before and focused on swimming.
That one moment of distraction cost me though. My long white blonde hair wrapped around one arm and as I tried to free myself, I swam headfirst into a rock that protruded from the water, the force of the blow to my head was enough to not only knock me unconscious but to cause me to get amnesia. Something that changed my life forever.
Here is today’s Man-oh-Man Monday post and yes, before you even ask, this is going to be a full-length novel. It’s book two in my Coming Home series (military/interracial/contemporary). This post is hot, sexy and…well, you’ll see. But this is the picture that sparked the idea:
And here are the three men who are the main characters for this book. Oh, wait, I did tell you guys that this is a menage story right? I didn’t? Well here’s the tags for this story: contemporary/military/interracial/menage/BDSM.
And our boys:
(Salvatore) (Daxton) (Roderick)
And here is the story of how these three men met (Btw, I read part of this to author Cherie Noel and she responded with: “Oh, I feel sticky. I think I need a shower.” If you can figure out what part of this piece it is, you have your choice of a free copy of one of my books, either one from my backlist or my next release. Leave your guess in the comments section and I will announce the winner on Wacky Writer Wednesday):
The air was thick with excitement, anticipation, joy, and just a hint of fear. The first ever annual Gay Festival held in Polk County, Florida was underway at the Lakeland Sun ‘N Fun grounds and every gay, bisexual, lesbian, transgender, queer, questioning person and their supporters were out at the event. There were vendors and performers, the press were there taking pictures and interviewing the attendees. It was one of the most talked about events in the state and would forever go down as the moment that Polk County, easily one of the most conservative counties in Florida, became just a touch more liberal and a lot more tolerant. Everyone was excited, numbers were exchanged and silent communication passed between unattached patrons as the festival soon became a way for them to find a date, a hook-up or a partner. It was clearly one of the most exciting things to happen in Polk County in quite a while.
Salvatore Dolcetto was bored out of his fucking skull. Lifting the cup of cold Heineken to his lips, he took a deep gulp as he let his dark blue eyed gaze scan the crowd for his lover. Seeing Daxton pushing his way back through the crowd toward him, holding a funnel cake in one hand and a cinnamon pretzel in the other, Salvatore struggled not to laugh at the look of complete frustration on his partner’s face. He should probably feel sorry for the other man, step forward and clear a path for him, but it had been Daxton’s idea to come to this fucking undercover orgy anyway, so he it would be good for him to suffer a bit and find out what happens when he decides to guilt his older, and much wiser, partner into going somewhere with him.
Daxton was six feet away from Salvatore when he was jarred by someone and dropped his funnel cake to the ground. Dropping his cup in the trash bin that he’d been standing next to, Salvatore quickly walked forward to help his lover when he came to an abrupt halt and stared at the seductive, innocent-looking, black angel that was bending over to pick up the fallen dessert. He felt his cock harden quickly and adjusted himself behind the jeans that he wore, a husky groan rising up from his throat. Looking around he realized that he wasn’t the only one mesmerized by the site of the gorgeous young man bending over. A small crowd of men had come to an abrupt stop to stare at the seductive siren, as his long black hair fell forward over his shoulders and his ass lifted up as if offering itself to the man, or men, brave enough and strong enough to tame it.
Salvatore felt a harsh growl push its way up from his chest, his eyes narrowing on every man looking at the beauty. He was a little surprised by the swift, gripping feeling of possessiveness that had attached itself to firmly to his psyche but he was powerless to detach it now that it had gained a foothold. He wasn’t even this possessive over Daxton, and the two of them had been together for over five years now. Speaking of Daxton….
Salvatore lifted his gaze from the tantalizing image of the young man bending over, his imagination having imagined the young man stark naked, with his cock shoved deep inside of the tight brown hole, the gorgeous, young stranger’s mouth wrapped tightly around Daxton’s leaking cock, and looked at his partner. What he saw stamped on the other man’s face made him smile and the tightness that had just lodged itself around his heart, easing somewhat. For stamped on Daxton’s face was a look of lust, so strong and fierce that Salvatore hissed and exhaled on a shuddering breath.
He and Daxton had been talking about adding a third person to their very unconventional relationship since celebrating their six-month anniversary. While they’d had a third person in their bed, someone capable of submitting to one or the both of them, they’d yet to find someone that the both of them had wanted to dominate, care for and love for an extended period of time. Looking at the seductive siren as he and Daxton chatted, Salvatore thought to himself that they may have just possibly found the third person for them.
Stepping forward quickly, he came to a stop directly behind the other man and watched as Daxton’s thin, pink lips pulled up into a smile. Yes, Daxton totally knew where his head was at in that moment. Both the big head and the little one. Salvatore was just barely holding back the urge he had to swing the thin black man up into his arms and take him to the nearest flat surface and fuck him until he passed out. The groan that softly slipped from in between his lips alerted the alluring stranger to his presence and Daxton smirked at him before turning to introduce them to each other.
“Oh, Sal, I’m glad you’re here. Let me introduce you to Roderick Stanley. Ricky this is Salvatore Dolcetto, my partner,” Daxton stated with a grin.
Salvatore looked down at Ricky, guessing his height to be about a foot shorter than Salvatore’s own 6’4, and grinned. His heart pounded in his chest and he held out his hand in a friendly gesture of greeting.
“It’s nice to meet you,” Ricky said, his voice soft, the tone of it gently stroking Salvatore’s lips before caressing down his chest, causing his nipples to grow hard behind the soft fabric of his black cotton T-shirt, down his stomach to his groin where it gripped his cock firmly until a small bead of moisture formed at the top. Salvatore inhaled quickly. He watched as Ricky shyly lowered his head after greeting him and felt his heart turn over in his chest.
How was it possible that this small man could be both unashamedly seductive while being simultaneously shy and innocent? Salvatore knew one thing in that moment, if he didn’t get his cock in Ricky’s ass soon, he was going to fall to his knees and weep. For a Marine officer that show of weakness, of submission was unacceptable.
He lifted Ricky’s face with his right hand and looked deeply into his eyes, offering him the best seductive smile that he could muster in light of the lust that wracked his body. “The pleasure is all mine, though it will soon be all yours,” he promised, grinning wolfishly as the other man’s eyes widened in surprise, seconds before Daxton pressed himself against his back.
Salvatore watched as Ricky looked back at Daxton and then up at him, comprehension slowly coming to his eyes. Before he could say a word, Salvatore lowered his head and took the younger man’s lips with his own. The taste of Roderick exploded on his tongue and without any preamble, Salvatore lowered his hands to the smaller man’s ass and lifted him up into his arms as their tongues dueled. Salvatore felt his senses trembling as Ricky tried to lick every crevice of his mouth, his hardened cock pressed against Salvatore’s stomach as he whimpered and thrust trying to get closer and closer to him.
“This way,” Daxton’s voice came to him through the haze, sounding rough and growly and Salvatore, tore his lips away from Ricky’s long enough to press a hard, punishing kiss against Daxton’s lips, before following his partner away from the crowd toward one of the buildings on the property.
As they walked, Salvatore tried to focus on not crashing into anything as Ricky continued to kiss and lick all over his face and his neck. He’d never been so happy to see a door in his life when Daxton led him into a deserted building where Salvatore guessed the bathrooms and offices were. Dropping one of his hands into the back of the loose jeans that Ricky wore, Salvatore drifted his fingertips down the crease of the smaller man’s ass and tapped his puckered entrance.
“In here,” Daxton commanded, his voice having a slight edge of a whine to it. Salvatore knew how Daxton felt. Ricky was a living, breathing orgasm. A veritable fountain of wet dreams, cum, and moans all wrapped up neatly in a milk chocolate frame that could induce a massive spray of hot seed just by pressing up against a male body.
Salvatore lowered Ricky to his feet, groaning at the feel of the other man’s body as it pressed against his. He heard the loud snick of the lock on the door before Daxton moved to close the blinds on all of the windows. Salvatore’s eyes quickly took in the office that they stood in, the absence of any personal items and concluded that this was an empty office.
He didn’t have a chance to make any more observations before he felt the hot press of Ricky’s lips on his chest and looking down he saw Daxton frantically pulling Ricky’s clothes off and knew that he was a little behind. Pulling his shirt off over his head, he lowered his lips to Ricky’s again, before lifting him out of his jeans and shoes that Daxton had pulled off. Laying the moaning man on top of the desk, Salvatore began kissing his way down the other man’s neck, over his collarbone to his dark brown nipples, the tight buds calling for his mouth.
“Oh Sal, look at his nipples, they’re so hard and tight,” Daxton moaned and Salvatore nodded, swallowing thickly as he wrapped his lips around Ricky’s left nipple as Daxton took the right one between his teeth. Lifting his left hand, Salvatore pushed down Daxton’s already unbuttoned slacks. Pulling back his hand, he brought it down firmly on Daxton’s ass, grinning at the grunt and moan that left his partner’s lips.
Daxton had a little more sub in him than Salvatore, and in their relationship, Salvatore had always taken a much more dominant role than his versatile partner. It worked for the most part, but there were always those times when they both longed for a true sub. Hearing Ricky’s moans, Salvatore knew that they’d finally found a true sub, at least for the moment, and he wasn’t going to waste this time with him.
Rubbing Daxton’s ass gently, he brushed his lips down Ricky’s lean and tight body, the slightly citrusy smell of his body wash filling Salvatore’s nostrils as he licked a line just above the smaller man’s groin. Grabbing Ricky’s legs he pressed his knees back towards his chest, smiling into the younger man’s questioning gaze, before he knelt in front of the desk.
Leaning forward, he inhaled deeply, his mouth watering as the clean, but slightly musky scent of Ricky’s ass filled his senses. No longer able to hold himself back, Salvatore buried his face in the other man’s ass, his tongue licking around his tight and clenching dark brown hole. Groaning as the taste of Ricky washed over his taste buds, Salvatore pressed his face deeper, his tongue pressing deeper into Ricky’s ass. Oh gods, this was how he wanted to die, with his tongue buried in Ricky’s ass and, glancing up he felt his cock jerk in his suddenly too tight jeans at the sight of Daxton’s pale dick thrusting in and out of Ricky’s full lips. Without any further thought, he stood to his feet and hurriedly unbuttoned his jeans, and shoved them down his hips. He wasn’t waiting any more, he needed inside of Ricky’s ass and he needed to be there yesterday.
Six Sentence Sunday: Passionate Nights & Lawless Mornings
Here is your Saturday Snark from Book One of the “Passion of Africa” series (historical, interracial, gay romance) entitled, Dare Not Speak Its Name. Enjoy!
Samuei turned to Edward, narrowing his eyes at the broad-shouldered Englishman sitting on the chaise in his sitting room. What the hell was he doing here?
“What in the name of the Almighty are you doing here Edward?” he asked. Samuei watched nervously as Edward slowly stood from where he sat sprawled delectably on the cherished chaise lounger that Samuei’s mother had acquired from Paris. He swallowed thickly, his gaze rising from the older man’s clavicle to his chin and finally up to his eyes as he got closer to him. His body trembled with need and desire, his palms growing sweaty. His cock throbbed with the rapid beating of his heart and he tried desperately to restrain the moan that threatened to burst forth from his mouth. This was why he’d been hesitant to return from Zanzanubia. Being with his grandfather and uncles he’d been able to forget all about the man his father had assigned to protect him. He’d also been able to explore that side of himself that Edward had admonished him to forget about.
“I heard that you’d returned,” Edward stated simply and try as he might, Samuei was unable to stop his eyes from closing as he savored the sound of the other man’s deep voice as it brushed against his senses, caressing his spirit and embracing his soul. He sighed shakily as he felt the touch of Edward’s large hand against the side of his face. Christ Almighty he had missed this. He felt his head being tilted back by Edward’s thumb and forefinger and he opened his eyes to look up at him. “I’m glad you came back to me little one,” Edward said huskily as he leaned closer to kiss him.
Like a bucket of cold water being dumped on his head Samuei snapped out of his lustful haze and stepped back. “You don’t kiss little ones, Edward, you give them a lemon tart and send them to the nursery to play. I am a man. A man who has kissed and been kissed, who has lain with other men,” he stepped closer to Edward as he saw his eyes darken in anger and what looked like jealousy. “When you’re ready to see me as a man, and treat me as such, then you can kiss me. Until then, how about you just guard my body and leave it at that.”
With what his mother would have aptly termed a manly flounce, Samuei turned on his heel and left the room.
My big sis MJ O’Shea tagged me on facebook for the Lucky Sevens (seems people are determined to have me tease you all).
2. Go to line 7
3. Copy down the next 7 lines-sentences or paragraphs- and post them as they’re written. No cheating.
4. Tag 7 other authors. No cheating.
So here’s seven paragraphs from my soon to be releasedA Very Tate Love, Liquor & Holiday Bundle
A Very Tate Love, Liquor & Holiday Bundle
“Jerome, you’re the Alpha now. This is your decision, your call. You have to decide what to do. This is the reason that I left you in charge. This is the reason that I stepped down to let you do this. It’s all on you buddy. You make the choice,” Howell hedged, returning the responsibility back on Jerome’s shoulder.
“Maybe you shouldn’t have left me in charge then. I don’t know if I’ll make the right choice here Howell,” Jerome admitted before taking a deep breath. “Okay,” he said after a long exhale, “Can you give me the number to your Alpha there? I think I need to see if he’ll let us send some of the people and the kids out that way and if maybe he knows the Alphas in between here and there who might be willing to help out as well.”
Howell grunted at Jerome’s suggestion. Everyone knew that there was only one pack between Georgia and Texas, and that was in Mississippi, the rest of the states were filled with vampires. “Sure, I’ll give you his number, hold on for a sec.” Howell pulled his cell phone out of his pocked, the denim rubbing against the back of his hand, allowing a small measure of peace to settle on his shoulders. Denim, cowboy, Texas, Tate Ranch, Tate Pack…Michael and the kids. They were things that he knew and was comfortable with. He read the number for Vet, the Tate Pack Alpha, off to Jerome and after reminding the man to keep him updated on what was happening, turned to return to the kitchen and hang up the phone.
He looked at his family and tried to push away the guilt that tightened his skin and caused his mouth to dry out. His hands clenched and unclenched at his side. He swallowed thickly as he watched Michael and the children eating, his gut churning. His mind swirled with images and irrational thoughts of one or all of them being sold into slavery. He grunted and walked towards the table to sit down.
Is everything okay? Michael asked him and Howell looked up and merely nodded at the younger man.
“Oh-em-gee, they’re doing it again,” Mariah complained. Howell looked at the young girl with a thin smile.
“Doing what?” Cody asked; his eyebrows lowered in confusion, clutching his fork in his fist. His eyes darted between Mariah and Howell and Howell felt his chest expand with the air he took in his lungs. A lump formed in his throat and he swallowed back the tears that threatened to spill from his eyes. Cody looked so much like Noel in that moment that Howell could barely contain himself from howling out in pain.
I am all about “discovering” and sharing hot, new talent or unknown talent or people who should be published authors but aren’t.
I also love pimping blogs.
Today’s “Fabulous Blog Pimpage Friday” is Ninth Wave. It is a fantastic blog/website, run by Xenobia who is a brilliant, unpublished author of the Wyndrah series as well as some fanfiction stories.
I’m so hooked on Wyndrah that it’s not even funny.
Wyndrah talks about the Lashran race, an alien race where there are only males born, with the rare female being born every so often.
How do they procreate, you ask?
Well there are lifebearers and sires born in this race though they’re all male (*gasp* Mpreg?! *happy nod* Yes, mpreg-male pregnancy).
I discovered this series back in December 2010 and I was hooked from the end of the first page of the first story.
The Wyndrah is an entire series, there are over six “books” with a spin-off Modern Wyndrah which is sort of the Lashran people in our day and age.
I read some Wyndrah, every day people, seriously. I think Xenobia should be published if she isn’t already, and if she is then someone needs to direct me to her books because she’s fracking brilliant.
Here’s the blog link, I encourage you to go check out her site, read the stories and get hooked, you won’t regret it:
Happy Friday Vick-sters!
Zach Sweets tagged me in a meme. Here are the rules:
1. Go to page 77 (or 7th) of your current ms
2. Go to line 7
3. Copy down the next 7 lines-sentences or paragraphs- and post them as they’re written. No cheating.
4. Tag 7 other authors. No cheating.
The MS I picked is my current MS–Passion’s Hero 1: The Alpha King. Here’s 7 paragraphs from 7th page. (Because it’s more of a teaser for you)
Prince Buckington Roughshire was drunk. He was very, very drunk. He was also only sixteen and if his father ever found out that he was drunk, he’d be in a heap of trouble. This is exactly why he was in Quire, a city two hours away from Roughshireson, where the palace was located. He grinned drunkenly at the other men at the bar when they looked at him and lifted the glass of Namprincian whiskey to his lips and swallowed the liquid down, hissing at the slight burn as it traveled down his throat and settled into his gut. He was so sick of his older brother Blazell and his parents who doted on him. Yes, he knew that Blaze was the heir to the kingdom but Buck was the Beta and just as important as the Alpha…at least that’s what his mother had always told him. With a long sigh of disappointment and sadness, he lifted his hand and gestured for the bartender to give him another drink before allowing the very heavy limb to fall hard onto the top of the bar. He’d finally reached his limit with his family. It was time to kill himself with whiskey.
“What are you doing out here at this time of night Prince Buckington?” a deep voice rasped in his right ear and Buck barely controlled the shiver of need that drifted down his spine. How long had it been since he’d been with another man? Too long if he couldn’t even remember. All that time trying to prove to my father that I’m not a screw up and that I’m just as capable as Blaze at handling matters of the kingdom, for nothing, he thought despairingly, I was the one who pointed out that the Versuthion family had some sort of tie to our ancestor Joshua, but they gave the credit to Blaze. Just because he’s the oldest. I hate him. I hate them. They would be so sorry if I wasn’t around anymore. Although, the fact that they hadn’t even invited me to the celebratory drinks probably means that they wouldn’t, he admitted sadly to himself before turning his wobbly head to the right to look into the face of the man who had spoken to him.
“What the hell are you doing here?” He asked the man, not totally sure of who he was but noticing the green, black and gold of the Tumaron royal guard and realizing that this guard had probably been sent by his father to find his “troubled son.” He wasn’t troubled, he was the fucking spare.
“Why Prince Buckington, I’m only here to watch over you. But maybe you’ve had enough to drink, huh?” the unnamed guard advised.
Buck snorted at the other guy before leaning closer as if he were about to share a secret. “Did you know that it takes approximately twenty-one double shot glasses of Namprincian whiskey to get a fully grown Tumaron shifter drunk?” he stated, his words slurred and almost hard to understand.
The guard chuckled before leaning closer, his hand settling on Buck’s thigh, close to his groin. Buck felt his cock harden and grinned widely at the other man before throwing his left arm out in a wide, sweeping arc. “I’ve had twenty-four!” he declared proudly, before tipping to the side and almost falling off the chair. He felt himself pulled up, held firmly to the chest of the guard, and buried his face in the other man’s chest.
He inhaled deeply and almost gagged. The guard smelled…off. As if only the top layer of his body was Tumaron and the rest of him was something else entirely. He inhaled again and coughed to cover up the bile that he had to swallow back at the smell of…what the hell was that? Snake? Was this guard a hybrid? Half Tumaron and half Strawxigian? That was weird. Tumarons and Strawxigians had an almost visceral reaction to each other, so how could they possibly get past their body’s reaction to the other enough for a baby to be created?
Here’s your Truth or Dare Lustful Thursday post entitled: Brody’s Dare. Enjoy!
“Truth or Dare?” Alisdaire asked with a grin.
Brody took another large gulp of his beer and stared at his roommate, gauging where exactly this game was heading. Alisdaire was always trying to get him to play one game or the other. Whether it was fantasy football, ping pong, or even hide-and-seek, the other man seemed to love having fun and playing games. Brody liked having fun also, but just not the same way that Alisdaire did. He had fun when he worked with scientific formulas, when he combined chemicals in order to discover and invent different cures and products. He was an innovator, an inventor, a scientist. Alisdaire was a jock. He didn’t know who had come up with their room assignments, but whoever had, they had a very twisted sense of humor.
“What?” he questioned Alisdaire, narrowing his eyes at the much larger man. Alisdaire’s brown hair was slicked back, away from his face, the thick waves still damp from his bath earlier and Brody found himself clenching his hands in order to stop himself from running his fingers through the gorgeous locks. Oh no, he was not going there. He had no plans of getting the shit kicked out of him again. He’d had enough bullying back in high school.
“I said: Truth or Dare? You’re supposed to pick one. You can either answer truthfully any question of my choosing, offer a truth of your own that no one knows about or complete whatever dare I give you,” Alisdaire instructed him.
Brody rolled his eyes. “I know how to play Truth or Dare Ali,” he huffed in exasperation. “I’m just trying to figure out why you want to play it.”
When Alisdaire merely smiled at him, Brody felt a shiver of something…anticipation, fear, desire…some strong, almost forbidden foreboding trickled up his spine, teasing the hairs at the back of his neck and flushing his usually pale skin a burning, bright red color. What the hell was going on with Alisdaire? Was he flirting with Brody? Why now? The school year was more than halfway over and while Alisdaire had been a very nice roommate, Brody had been almost certain that the 6’2”, tanned, football player would make sure that he didn’t have Brody, the wimpy, 5’6”, pale, science geek as his roommate next year. From the look in Alisdaire’s eyes, however, it almost seemed as if Brody was wrong in his assumption.
Giving himself a mental shake, sure that he was merely seeing what he wanted to see, he focused in on Alisdaire as he realized that the other guy was speaking. What were the chances that Alisdaire was not only gay, but interested in him? Zero, zilch, nada and he’d do well to remember that. Alisdaire was only trying to be nice, because that was the type of guy that he was. That was it. Period. End of story. Class dismissed.
“…figured we’d just have some fun. We’re roommates and we’ve never hung out together really. I want to change that. I want to get to know you better and I want you to get to know me better. Besides, Truth or Dare is fun and I want to make sure that you know how to actually have fun,” Alisdaire was saying as Brody tuned back into their conversation.
Brody’s spine stiffened and he felt his muscles tighten as he heard Alisdaire’s words. He wanted to make sure that Brody knew how to have fun? Why did people always think that he didn’t know how to have fun? If they saw his collection of sex toys from Adam Male, his dildos from Pleasure Me Now, and his floggers, whips, paddles and restraints from Restraint XXX, they would know that he knew how to have fun when it really counted. He huffed and decided in that moment that he would play Truth or Dare with Alisdaire and show him that he knew how to have fun, by winning the dumbass game.
“Fine, let’s play,” he growled, tilting his bottle of beer up and finishing off what remained inside.
He knew that he and Alisdaire could get in trouble for drinking in the dorms, especially with them both being only 20, but hell, everyone did it and besides, it wasn’t like they were driving. Squaring his thin shoulders, he smiled grimly at his roommate when the taller man whooped out a cheer that Brody had agreed to play.
“Alright do you want me to go first or you?” Alisdaire asked, a wide grin splitting his gorgeously tanned face. Brody ignored the clenching in his gut and the desire that caressed his skin and hardened his cock behind the fabric of his pajama bottoms and picked up the pair of dice that sat on the nightstand beside his bed.
“We’ll roll and see who gets to pick first. Highest roll wins,” he stated. The beer had helped to relax him and not for the first time he wished that he wasn’t such an alcoholic lightweight. He would have enjoyed having another beer, but then he would be falling down drunk, pulling off all of his clothes and begging Alisdaire to fuck him…and really, he didn’t need that to happen again.
He rolled the dice and grinned when it landed on five. He knew exactly what he was going to make Alisdaire do, he’d been wanting to see Alisdaire completely naked for a while, he’d make the football star streak down the hallway of their floor. That was sure to be satisfactorily humiliating. He watched as Alisdaire picked up the dice in his large hand, that was almost the size of a paw, and rolled it onto the floor between where they both lay sprawled. Brody smirked as the toy rolled, confident in his own outcome, before gasping as the dice stopped and landed on a six. What the hell?
“Awesome. I go first. So. Brody,” Alisdaire grinned at him lecherously. “Truth or Dare?”
Trying to hold back his competitive growl, Brody considered the other man, trying to figure out the best course of action. There were definitely some truths that he did not want Alisdaire finding out about. Like the fact that he had a crush on him. That would be horrific and definitely hazardous to his health. Deciding that Alisdaire was a good guy and wouldn’t humiliate him too bad, not to the degree that Brody had been planning to humiliate him, for sure, Brody went with the lesser of two evils.
Alisdaire tried to hold back the grin that tried to slash across his face, but if Brody’s scowl was anything to go by, he failed abysmally. Realizing there was no help for his, he grinned broadly and prepared his seduction.
He’d been in love with Brody for a long time. The beautiful future scientist had no idea what he did to Alisdaire every time he smiled or nibbled on his lower lip when he was studying. It was the moments when they lay in bed talking, both of them in their pajama bottoms and nothing else (sometimes he’d pull his pants off under the covers and stroke his hard erection as he listened to the lyrical tone of Brody’s voice, that had solidified his feelings for his roommate, however. He’d been flirting with him and trying to seduce him subtly for months, but Brody had been oblivious to his true intentions, so he’d decided to step matters up a notch and finally get what he’d been after for so long.
Tonight he was going to fuck Brody so hard that his cock was going to shove every chemical equation out of the other man’s head.
Shifting on the floor, hoping that Brody hadn’t noticed the erection tenting the front of his pants just yet, Alisdaire decided to get the ball rolling.
“Okay then, Bro, I dare you to kiss me,” he said with a smug smile.
He watched as Brody’s eyes widened and chuckled low in his throat at the small squeak that escaped the smaller man’s throat. He’d expected that response. He knew that Brody thought he was straight, hell, everyone did, but he’d come out to his parents when he was fourteen and he hadn’t looked back since. His mother had told him that he would know the man he was supposed to be with forever when he met him, well, Brody was that man, and Alisdaire was determined to get and keep him.
“You want me to do what?” Brody asked, his eyes filling with tears.
Alisdaire was confused by Brody’s reaction and repeated himself with an almost hesitant tone. “I said I dare you to kiss me.”
Alisdaire was shocked speechless when Brody stumbled quickly to his feet. His body vibrated with emotion and tears streaked down his pale cheeks as he glared at Alisdaire.
“I thought you were a good guy. I thought we were friends. I can’t believe that you would try to set me up this way. That you would try to trick me. I can’t believe I ever trusted you,” Brody said, his voice trembling with sadness.
Alisdaire stood quickly to his feet and pulled Brody into his arms, lowering his head and kissing the smaller man deeply. Brody struggled in his arms for a moment before whimpering and clutching his shoulders and returning his kiss.
Alisdaire felt every cell in his body sigh with relief and happiness as the taste of Brody washed over his tongue and flooded his senses. Gods, Brody tasted like the beer they’d been drinking, the strawberry cake they’d shared earlier and another deeper, distinct taste that was uniquely him. Alisdaire was instantly addicted to the taste of the scientist and realizing that truth or dare was obviously not the way to get his man, he pulled the smaller man to his body tightly with one hand pressed against his back as his other hand smoothed down the slim back and pushed into the waistband of the other man’s pants. He felt Brody stiffen slightly and he almost removed his hand, then the scientist moaned and pressed his ass back against him, he wanted to whoop for joy. Instead he ran his fingers down the crack of his roommate’s ass, pressing his fingers lightly against Brody’s clenching hole.
Releasing Brody’s lips from his own, he kissed and nibbled his way down the other man’s chin and neck to his collarbone, where he licked and bit, sucking gently until he’d given Brody a necklace of hickies. He lifted his head slightly and looked down, his cock throbbing in his own cotton pants, releasing a bit of moisture from the slit at the head as he looked down at the marks on Brody’s flesh. He’d done that, those were his. He’d marked Brody as his and he wanted everyone to know who the gorgeous scientist belonged to, and now they would.
Pushing down Brody’s pajama pants, baring his naked groin to his face, Alisdaire watched in fascination as Brody’s cock, jerked as he stared at it, the tip of the surprisingly large member an angry red color and he watched as a translucent drop of moisture gathered in the slit and trickled down the side. No longer able to deny himself from having a taste of the other man, Alisdaire opened his mouth and sucked down the entire length of Brody’s cock in one plunge. He swallowed past the point when his throat attempted to gag and took Brody in deeper into his mouth.
He felt Brody’s hands sink into his hair as the smaller man trembled and whimpered. Alisdaire looked up and found his gaze ensnared by the bright blue gaze of the gorgeous blond. Grasping both cheeks of Brody’s bubble butt, Alisdaire pulled them apart and pushed them together, running the tip of his middle finger over the tight hole with each spread. He moaned as the flavor of Brody exploded on his tongue and he licked under the head of Brody’s cock as he sucked up.
“G-g-gods Al! I’m gonna- I-I-OH FUCK!” Brody shouted moments before his body tensed and his cock exploded, releasing a torrent of cum into Alisdaire’s mouth.
Alisdaire continued to suck, gathering all of the juices that he could from Brody’s cock until he heard the smaller man whimper, even as he panted from orgasm. Grabbing Brody’s hips, he spun his lover around and pulled him down on the floor, pushing him onto all fours. He slowly released the fluids of Brody’s cum, mixed with his own saliva, from his mouth, and down the crack of Brody’s ass, his fingers gathering the fluids and spreading them around Brody’s tight clenching hole and pressing one finger deep inside of him.
He heard Brody’s gasp and felt his body tremble in response. He’d wanted this for so long and now it was finally happening. Reaching down with one hand, he gripped the base of his cock firmly and squeezed, staving off his own orgasm. He didn’t want to cum too soon, he wanted this to last a lot longer. Releasing his cock even as he pushed a second finger deep into Brody’s ass he reached over to his nightstand, opened the drawer and pulled out a condom. Tearing open the foil wrapper with his teeth, he pressed three fingers of his other hand into Brody’s ass, shivering at Brody’s whimpers of need and desire. He had to get into Brody’s ass as quickly as possible, before he came all over their dorm room floor. Twisting his fingers inside of Brody’s snug channel, he grinned as he heard the mewling sound of Brody’s cry as he pegged his prostate.
“Please Ali. P-p-please. Dear gods, please fuck me. I need you to fuck me right now. Please Alisdaire!” Brody begged.
Pulling his fingers free, Alisdaire rolled the condom down the length of his cock and reached back into his nightstand for the lube he kept there. Pouring a large amount into his hand, he smoothed it down his condom covered cock, before pouring some on his fingers and pressing them back into Brody’s ass. Making sure that his lover was sufficiently stretched and lubed, Alisdaire pressed the head of his cock to the entrance of the smaller man’s ass before pushing in gently. He groaned as the tight muscles clenched and squeezed his aching erection as he pressed in deeper.
Twin groans of pleasure filled the room as Alisdaire bottomed out inside of Brody’s ass, pausing and allowing them both an opportunity to savor the feeling of being connected and to allow Brody time to adjust to his size. He smoothed his hands down over Brody’s back, feeling the muscles relax and he pulled his hips back until only the head of his dick remained, before pushing back in slowly. He wrapped one arm around Brody’s waist and the other around his chest, clutching his left shoulder as he began to thrust in hard and deep.
“Fuck me harder Ali,” Brody pleaded with him and Alisdaire groaned before giving his man exactly what he’d asked for.
Thrusting his cock in deeper and harder, Alisdaire was fully aware that they would both have bruises on their knees from fucking on the floor but he didn’t care at that moment. The snug feeling of Brody’s ass, grasping his cock tightly as if to keep him buried inside and never let him go, was frying his brain and he knew that he wasn’t going to last long. He’d wanted this too bad and for too long for him to have any type of stamina at all.
Aware that he was about to cum deep inside of his lover’s ass, Alisdaire pulled Brody up against his chest as he continued to fuck him, the angle helping him to peg Brody’s bundle of nerves with each thrust and dropped his hand down to grasp his cock. He stroked Brody’s cock in time with the snapping of his hips and the rhythm of each and every plunge into the other man’s ass and heard the keening cry of Brody’s voice as his seed spurted all over Alisdaire’s hand.
Feeling Brody’s ass clenching on his cock as the other man orgasmed was just too much for him and Alisdaire bit Brody’s shoulder hard, just this side of breaking skin before he tossed back his head and groaned loudly as he pumped the condom full of his see. His body shook, his eyesight grew hazy as the most explosive orgasm of his life overtook all of his senses.
It was some time later before he lifted his head and realized that he was face down on top of Brody. Afraid of hurting the much smaller man, Alisdaire gently pulled his now softened cock out of Brody’s ass, both men groaning as he did so and pulled off the condom, before tying it and tossing it in the trash next to his nightstand. Looking down at the sleepy but completely satisfied smile on Brody’s face, Alisdaire picked up the smaller man, he felt like a sack of feathers, and put him in Alisdaire’s bed. Grabbing a couple of bleach wipes, he cleaned the floor of Brody’s spunk and then he grabbed a few baby wipes and wiped off Brody’s ass, stomach, thighs and chest, chuckling when the sleepy man moaned and pushed his hands away.
Satisfied that he’d cleaned up and taken care of his man, Alisdaire pulled back the covers and climbed into bed next to Brody, pulling the other man into his arms, grinning like a lovesick fool when the scientist sighed happily and snuggled closer to him.
He’d just begun to doze off when he heard Brody’s voice.
“Alisdaire?” he asked, his voice still sleepy.
“Yeah?” Alisdaire replied, wondering what the other man possibly had to ask him that couldn’t wait until morning.
“It’s my turn. Truth or Dare?” Brody teased and Alisdaire grinned.
“Truth,” he answered.
“Why did you decide to do this now? Today?” Brody’s voice sounded both stunned and confused.
“Because I love you and I decided that it was time for me to show you just how much,” Alisdaire stated firmly. He heard Brody’s gasp and knew what the other man was going to ask him.
“Y-y-you love me?” Brody asked, not noticing that Alisdaire’s mouth had moved along with his own as he’d asked the question.
“Very much so,” Alisdaire replied.
The room grew silent again and then just before he tumbled into sleep Alisdaire heard Brody’s whispered reply.
“I love you too.”
Yep, he knew that they’d be playing Truth or Dare again. As a matter of fact, maybe they’d get some of their friends involved and see what happened.