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Tuesday Guest Tickle: Roping Him In by Jena Wade

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Lucas and Jason have been roping partners for five years and this year, together, they are going to win it all. Nothing is going to stop them.

One night of passion puts a road block in Jason’s plans to win the title. A title he desperately needed. Lucas never dreamed Jason would still want to ride with him after their night together. They could compete together, but rules needed to be set to protect his heart.

Then again, rules were meant to be broken.

Excerpt

Jason Taylor stared down at the bottle of beer in front of him. He should have been drinking it, should have finished it already. That’s what a person did when celebrating a victory, right? That’s what he’d done in the past. After years of hard work, he’d finally made it to the finals. He and his roping partner had completed one hell of a year in the rodeo, finishing second. It wasn’t first place, but there would be time for that next year. For now he wanted to enjoy coming close to winning it all. But he couldn’t.

Something was off. Lucas Dryer, his roping team partner of five years, wasn’t there with him. Without Lucas, Jason wouldn’t still be in the rodeo, and without him, Jason was lost.

Five years ago at a random rodeo in Oklahoma, the two had entered the roping competition as individuals. Jason, a header, and Lucas, a heeler, were paired together based on luck of the draw. It was fate. The rest, as they say, was history. Since that rodeo they’d been a team, building their way to the top with a lot of hard work and determination. Before they’d met each other, Jason had never kept a roping partner for long, and Lucas never talked about his partners before he met Jason. For some reason or another, they worked best together.

Against his parents’ wishes, Jason had started riding in the rodeo to save money for a ranch. Slowly but surely he’d saved almost enough to purchase the land he wanted. One more successful year on the circuit and he would have more than what he needed.

Once he had a place, he could think about settling down, finding someone to share his life with. But as of right now, he didn’t have anything to offer anyone.

Lucas… Jason wasn’t sure why Lucas stayed in the rodeo. Lucas’s family owned their own ranch and were quite successful. Yet Lucas chose to travel with Jason. It wasn’t for the fame and fortune, that was for sure. Jason snorted. Lucas hated dealing with sponsors and going to their events.

Earlier in the evening, when they were at the hotel, taking turns showering off the dust from the rodeo arena and preparing to get drunk and celebrate, Lucas had told him he was going off by himself tonight. Without Jason.

“C’mon, man, that beer isn’t going to drink itself.” Cory Matthews clapped Jason on the back as he pulled up a bar stool and sat.

Jason picked up his beer and took a sip. It was already warm. “Says the guy who isn’t even drinking.”

“Can’t. I have to be on the road tonight if I want to make it home by morning.” Cory glanced around the bar and then shot Jason a confused look. “How come Lucas isn’t here? I assumed you two were attached at the hip.”

Now there’s an idea. Jason shook off that thought and smashed it down deep. He didn’t have time for any of that foolishness. Though it had been tempting, especially lately. Sometimes he found himself daydreaming about Lucas and him in bed together. He chalked it up to being celibate for too damn long, but deep down he knew differently. He just didn’t, couldn’t do anything about it right now.

Jason shrugged. “Who knows? He said he wanted to go off alone tonight. I have no idea where he went.”

“He’s at the Purple Hat. Saw his truck in the parking lot on my way here.”

“What the hell is the Purple Hat?”

Cory shrugged. “A Dr. Seuss book? Go find out. You look like you’re about to lose your mind here.”

Jason had enough alcohol in him that the suggestion sounded like a good idea. “Can you drive me?”

Cory nodded.

That was all the confirmation Jason needed. He threw down a few bills to cover his tab. “I’m going to find my partner.” He ignored the rise of Cory’s eyebrows, and he stormed toward the door.

* * * *

The strobe lights flashed bright red and blue directly in Jason’s eyes. A hammer pounded in his head with each blink of the lights. He could barely see through the mess of bodies dancing around.

What in the fuck is Lucas doing here?

All around him, men dressed in leather pants, tight shirts, or no shirts at all danced and rubbed against each other. The reality of what he was seeing hit Jason, and he stopped in his tracks.

This was a gay bar.

He couldn’t keep the shock from his face; he was sure he must look like a moron standing there with his jaw on the floor, surrounded by men bumping and grinding to the beat of the music.

“Hey, cowboy, you wanna dance?” A short, skinny blond who looked way too young to even be in a club snaked his arm around Jason’s broad shoulders and tried to pull him onto the dance floor.

The little twink was strong, but Jason planted his feet. “No thanks, I’m looking for a friend.”

“I’ll be your friend,” the blond purred in his ear.

Jason chuckled but then caught himself. The kid should learn a thing or two about picking up strangers in a club. The way he was going about it now, he could easily get hurt.

“Do you have any friends here? I think you might have had too much to drink.” Jason wound his arm around the blond’s waist and held him upright so he didn’t tip over.

“You’re my friend.” He swayed as he spoke, reaching out to touch Jason’s face, but his hand didn’t make it that far. The twink’s eyes glazed over with an alcohol-induced haze.

Jason bit back a groan. Who let this kid out like this?

“What the hell are you doing here?”

Jason whirled around, almost dropping the twink to the floor in the process. He came face-to-face with Lucas. His best friend for the past five years. In a gay bar. “Looking for you.” His voice came out calm and even, but that wasn’t close to how he felt.

After he spoke, he got a chance to look Lucas up and down. The man wore his best pair of tight jeans, with his brand-new second-place roping belt buckle gleaming under the strobe lights. The jeans were familiar—that was how Jason was used to seeing him—but then his gaze landed on the shirt. The bright red tank top stretched tightly across Lucas’s muscular chest. It was made of…mesh? There were tiny holes all over the…could you even call it a shirt? “What the hell kind of getup is that?” This time Jason did release the twink, carefully, and he reached out to touch Lucas’s shirt.

Lucas backed away as if he had expected Jason to punch him. “Don’t worry about it. What are you doing here? And who is he?” Lucas’s dark eyes narrowed in on the blond. Was that jealousy in his voice?

The twink must’ve decided he wasn’t going to be “friends” with Jason, and he trotted off toward the dance floor.

“I came here looking for you. I was curious where the hell you wanted to go without me tonight. We’re supposed to be celebrating together.” And now he was curious whether or not he really knew Lucas at all.

Lucas rubbed his face with his hands and shook his head. “You followed me?”

“Sort of. Cory recognized your truck and told me where you were. Can we talk?” He wasn’t sure what he was going to ask, but he did need some answers. And one hell of an explanation for why Lucas was wearing a shirt with holes in it.

“Sure. Let’s go outside.” Without waiting for a response, Lucas turned toward the door and shouldered his way through the crowd.

Jason followed and couldn’t help the way his eyes were drawn to Lucas’s ass in those tight jeans. How could he even walk with the denim practically glued to his ass? Jason had to admit that they made him look great. He could chalk it up to being in a gay club, but in reality, he’d been looking at Lucas like that a lot lately.

Outside, the cool night air held a bit of a chill, which was expected since it was mid-December in Nevada. There were a few club goers waiting in line to get inside, but for the most part, they were alone in the parking lot.

Lucas leaned against his truck and folded his arms over his chest.

Jason couldn’t tear his gaze from Lucas’s broad shoulders and muscular chest. “So. Whatcha doing at a gay bar?”

“I could ask you the same thing.”

Jason laughed and rubbed his chin. The five-o’clock shadow covering his face was rough against his calloused hands. “I already told you, I was looking for you.”

After a long silence, during which Lucas wouldn’t meet Jason’s eyes, Jason took a step forward. “Dude, are you gay?”

Lucas let out a long sigh and stared hard at the ground. He nodded slightly and then slowly lifted his head until he was staring directly at Jason.

“All right. Well, I guess that makes sense then.” A few things were beginning to add up. Like why Lucas never seemed interested in any of the women who threw themselves at him. Like the time that barrel racer planted herself in Lucas’s lap at the bar after the rodeo. Lucas calmly but firmly told her he wasn’t interested. At the time Jason had been happy, since that meant he and Lucas would be sharing a hotel room, staying up late, watching corny movies. But clearly there was more to it than that.

“That’s it? That’s all you have to say?”

Jason shrugged. “I’ve known you for five years, never seen you with a woman before. It’s not surprising that you’re gay.”

“You’re not going to go find some friends and chase me down with torches and pitchforks, are you?” Lucas’s lips twisted into a smile, and he laughed nervously, as if that was a genuine fear of his.

“Fuck you, Lucas. I may be country, but I’m not some homophobic asshole.”

Lucas ran his hand through his dark hair. “I know. I’m sorry. I was trying to lighten the mood here.”

Jason squared his shoulders and met Lucas’s eyes. Time for his confession. “Besides, I’ve had my fair share of gay experiences, so…” He trailed off, unsure of what to say next.

“You’re kidding, right?”

“Nope. In high school, when I was on the football team, the quarterback and I used to fool around in the showers all the time. Nothing serious, just a few handjobs and blowjobs. The best blowjobs actually.” Jason remembered the time fondly. It was some of the most fun he’d ever had, up until he met Lucas.

“I don’t believe you.”

Jason rolled his eyes. “What the fuck? Why would I lie about that shit?”

“I don’t know. I find it hard to believe you’re bi.”

Jason held his hands in the air. “Whoa. I’m not. I just fooled around with a guy once upon a time when I was a teenager. And every once in a while I find a man attractive. It’s not a big deal.” It was totally something he could ignore, and had for the past ten years. Never mind the fact that it had gotten harder since he started riding with Lucas.

“Whatever. Prove it.”

“How the fuck am I supposed to prove it?”

“Kiss me.” Lucas took a step closer, his chest just a few inches from Jason’s.

Goose bumps prickled at Jason’s skin at the thought of what Lucas proposed. Could he do that? Oh, yeah. Kissing Lucas would be easy. Too easy. The aftermath…he wasn’t too sure about that.

Tuesday Tickle: The Courtesy of Knives

I’ve been kind of unreliable with blog posts lately. This time if year isn’t good for me. Tomorrow is the second anniversary of my husband’s death. I can’t say it’s any easier this year–if anything, it’s harder. I’m more aware, less numb. People have been good to me, though, and have cut me a fair bit of slack around things that they have no reason to cut me slack over.

Some of that slack has been time to work on dragging my muse kicking and screaming back to the keyboard. I still have the Christmas story to finish, but in between bouts of staring blankly at the screen, I’ve been playing with a second world fantasy that I started a while back. My courtesan and my barbarian prince.

“I’m not tired, just comfortable.” The practiced words slipped easily from Iyani’s lips. He smiled his most appealing smile and swayed towards the prince.

Ganelon fended him off, but gently. “Sleep tonight, then tomorrow we’ll talk. Maybe when you aren’t as tired, you’ll make better decisions.” He looked down at Iyani’s hands, still clasped in his own. “For now, I want you to bring me the knife.”

Iyani took a step back and tried unsuccessfully to pull his hands out of Ganelon’s grip. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He tugged again, his heart racing. “It was agreed. I agreed. No knives, not even to cut my food. Would I risk my amnesty for a piece of steel?”

Tuesday Tickle: Flesh Market’s Temporary Cover

I’m entering Flesh Market in Scorching Reviews Sex Scene Championship in August. I wasn’t going to originally, because it hasn’t even been accepted anywhere yet, but she needed another entry, so I thought–why not? But it doesn’t have a cover, or a release date, or anything yet, so I had to come up with something of my own to add a little visual appeal.

_E2A0783 - copiaI purchased this image from Strangeland Photography, cropped it down and did some minimal futzing around with Photoshop, because it’s been about 10 years and I look like Granny trying to do hiphop with her walker when I get working in it. (Can I just say I would like to take Victor home with me? He’s the one bent over backward. Go check out his portfolio at Strangeland.) (And now I feel like total cougar.)

Here’s what the final product looks like, and the working blurb for the story.

Flesh Market

Bodies and Souls 1

Special Agent Leo Gale is up a creek. A year and a half of deep cover is about to go up in flames. He needs help – something, someone to salvage the operation and save the lives of untold numbers of trafficked teenagers.

But he wasn’t expecting the partner they sent, or his own gut-punch of a response to the man.

Julian worked hard for that FBI Honors Internship. It was supposed to be a foot in the door. He’d never expected it to catapult him into the middle of a major undercover operation. Yet here he is, sleeping on a filthy mattress and using every trick in the book to avoid torture--and worse. He’s never felt so scared, or so alive, in his entire life, and he’s not sure if it’s the danger, or Leo, that’s making his heart race.

There’s no time to think about it, though. The operation is heating up, and Leo and Julian are running out of time and options. As choices become more difficult, they must find a way to take the traffickers down, or risk becoming just another set of organs for sale.

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Flesh Market is the first of three stories about a human trafficking ring and the Red Market. I have about a third of the second story mapped out, and it will be much less of a thriller than the first one. Then the third one steps firmly back into thriller territory.

So, come August 8 and 9, I’ll be pestering everyone to come vote. Not just for my sex scenes, but for all the MM sex scenes. We’re seriously outnumberbered (less than 10 in almost 100 entries), and we need all the support we can get. 🙂

Tuesday Tickle: Have Yourself a Merry Little Sexmas

My Christmas stripper story. 🙂

The joy of hearing about your jerk of an ex. Even when they weren’t ever really your ex.

In the background he heard Teela say, “Is that Thilo? Let me talk to him! I gotta tell him who Sam is dating now!”

Ugh. He didn’t really want to talk about Sam. Sam, who he’d had a crush on for ages, and who had used him only so he could pass Advanced Financial Accounting. Thilo’d fallen for those big blue eyes and high cheekbones, and he’d though Sam had felt the same, but was shy about it, so he’d been patient. Only to find out at graduation that Sam had been sleeping with an English major from one of the sororities the whole time. And he’d gone to work at his father’s huge accounting firm, making forty thousand a year to start, while Thilo had been forced to move out of state to get a sniff at a job that wasn’t part-time or crappy pay.

Yep, he definitely didn’t want to hear anything about Sam the Scam.

So, when Teela took the phone, he pre-empted her with a rapid fire, “I don’t want to hear it.”

“Aw, com on, Thilo, you’ll love this.”

“No, I won’t.” Not unless Sam was dating someone hideous, who would give him genital warts and make him impotent. Thilo reigned in his revenge-obsessed imagination with a sigh. “What are you guys up to?”

She laughed. “Drinking. Our own private Christmas party, and our We All Miss Thilo party.” He could barely hear her over the other four whooping, and someone—he thought it was Vic—yelled, “Hey, Thilo-man! Wish you were heeeeerrrrrrre!”

Tuesday Tickle: Flesh Market

This will be the last Tuesday Tickle for FM, until it’s ready to publish. 🙂 I’m finishing my first pass through it before it goes off to the editor. There’ll be two more before I’m done and, at that point, I’ll be chasing it out the door with a broom, shrieking, “Get up, get out, and get a job!”

He (Leo) turned his head to stare at the bathroom door. Julian had been in there for a long time. The shower was still going.

Leo rolled off the bed and went to the door. He knocked.

“Come in.”

Leo opened the door and was engulfed in steam. He felt his way into the room and sat down on the toilet. “You okay?”

The shower curtain slid back. Julian sat in the middle of the tub, his arms wrapped around his legs and his hair streaming water all down his face. “Not particularly, but I’ll get better.” His mouth pinched off the last word, as if he didn’t quite believe himself, but was trying really hard.

“I have a copy of the hard drive.”

“Is it on there?” Julian shoved his hair out of his eyes. His expression brightened and he leaned toward Leo.

Tuesday Guest Tickle: Chris McHart’s Alex Stories

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Alex’s Surprise is part of the Goodreads DRitC and a free story.

Alex wanted a night of hot passion with Gerome, but he gets more than he ever bargained for. His life will be changed forever in a world where he’ll be thrown in jail— or worse— for being pregnant.

Alex’s best friend, Sam, has been acting strange ever since he met Alex’s one-night stand, but now Alex needs help in order to hide, and Sam is his only hope.

Saving Alex2 120Not only is Alex pregnant, something punishable by jail time, but Gerome, the father of the baby, is a vampire prince. When strangers invade Alex’s home and kidnap him, he doesn’t know who is responsible, if he’ll ever see the man he loves again, or even get to see the child growing inside him.

Considering himself the father of his lover’s child, Sam has a hard time standing around and letting others plan Alex’s rescue. But when the Prince and his trackers find an important clue, the race to save his beloved is on. Now all he can do is cross his fingers that the scheme they’ve devised will work.

When Prince Gerome receives ransom demands, the instructions are clear: mate a complete stranger or he’ll never see Alex or the child he carries again. Will he be able to convince his newly intended to help, or will those seeking to dethrone his family win this evil game of blackmail?

Caution: Contains a kidnapping, unwanted matings, a scheming king, way too many people that follow their own plans and a highly pregnant Alex.

Categories: M/M Romance, m-preg, Vampire, Paranormal

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Author bio:

Chris McHart is from Germany and, while she’s an accountant, writing is her real passion. She likes to spend time with her family and has way too many animals that demand constant attention. Chris also enjoys landscaping and cooking, even if she’s still looking for someone to clean up after her.

Whenever Chris has a free minute, she spends it writing, a cup of coffee in hand, deeply lost in the worlds her muses have created. When she’s coming up for some air, you’ll find Chris on a lot of social networks. Check out Chris’s website to see where you can find out more. She looks forward to hearing from you!

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Blog: www.chrismchart.com

Goodreads link: Alex’s Surprise      Saving Alex

Publisher:

Alex’s Surprise: M/M Romance Group

Saving Alex: Chris McHart

Cover Artist:

Meg Bawden, Bawd Designs

Excerpt from Alex’s Surprise:

Alex zapped, annoyed, through the channels. He lounged on the couch, bored out of his mind. Sam, his best friend and roommate, had taken up the recliner, reading something. Maybe Alex should do that as well? Watching TV wasn’t going to keep him entertained, since nothing caught his interest, no movie, no documentary, nothing. He zapped on, but stopped at a news report showing a pregnant man. He sat up a bit straighter. What was up with that?

The man’s stomach was swollen, showing he was at least five or six months along. His hands were cuffed in front of his baby bump and tears were streaming down his face. The camera showed a courtroom full of people, slowly sweeping over the interested men and women watching the process.

Alex turned up the volume. What had the man done? And why was he pregnant? He’d heard it was possible, but he’d never encountered someone who’d actually experienced that.

The reporter’s voice came up. “Robert B. was tried for violation of the racial laws. Today’s sentencing was long awaited. No one had heard of pregnant men for years, and there had been uncertainty about the actual jurisdiction in such cases. B., who is, according to doctors, six months along, was sentenced to five years in jail. His child will be put in an orphanage until he is released. The fathering sire has no legal claim over the child. He will be able to visit his child, but he can’t get guardianship over him or her. The child and the carrier will be outcasts of society after that.

“B. broke down after hearing the judge’s decision. Even though it’s forbidden, he clearly hoped the old laws would be overturned. Instead, the judge confirmed that male breeding between the races is still forbidden and punishable. With that, back to the studio.”

The picture changed, now showing a woman in a suit, smiling at the camera. “Thanks to our reporter in Berlin for a summary of today’s events in court. Now to the weather…”

Alex turned down the volume, muting the forecast. He turned to Sam, who had apparently put down his book to watch the news as well. “Did you hear that? How can they judge someone because he got pregnant?”

“I have no idea? Maybe because it’s wrong? Are these children dangerous? I’ve never met one, or heard of one, for that matter, but I guess there’s a reason it’s forbidden. The whole pregnant man thing is so strange, no wonder it’s against the laws. Who knows what’ll come out of such breedings.”

Alex frowned. A new life was precious, not wrong. He couldn’t imagine a child being dangerous, even if it was mixed. Children born from interracial relationships were allowed, as long as one of the parents was female and the other male. Why this didn’t apply to children born from a same-sex relationship was beyond Alex. Even if it was unusual for a man to be pregnant, he shouldn’t be put in jail for something like that.

This was the first case in a long time, according to the reporter, but he’d not given a reason why the laws were upheld. “It’s still wrong to judge someone for getting pregnant.”

 

Tuesday Tickle: Lead Me to You

Lead Me To You thumbThis one’s actually out now, lol.  Amazon.comAmazon.caAmazon.co.uk.  This is the one that I donated to the Absolute Write anthology two years ago. I got the rights back a while ago, but haven’t been in the headspace to do anything with it until recently. It’s $1.49 if you want to buy it, or free through Kindle Unlimited. (I’m also going to apologize for the formatting in the excerpt–Wordpress and I aren’t getting along right now.)

“Watch your head, Henry!”
“Why—ow!” I rubbed underneath the bright yellow hard hat Jaime had made me put on. Who takes a bookworm spelunking on their birthday? Apparently, my boyfriend. I glared at him.
“Come on, relax. You’ll love it, once we get there.” Jaime grinned at me, that charming let’s-go-get-into-trouble grin that had first seduced me away from my desk, then bit by bit had carved its way into my heart.
I sighed and followed him farther into the cave. The light from our headlamps splashed about us, giving us glimpses of the damp gray rock curving overhead. The ceiling was getting lower and lower.
“Uh, Jaime….”
He turned, and I was blown away again by how much I wanted him. Almost three years now, and it had never changed. It was just like that first day, when he’d walked into the Office of Admissions at Manford Community College, where I worked, and it was all I could do not to lunge across the counter and tackle him to the floor. I still got that feeling sometimes, when he came through the door of our house, whistling cheerfully. Some days, he didn’t make it much farther than the entryway.
“C’mon, it doesn’t get much lower. You’ll be fine. It’s all good.”

“Define good.” I’m claustrophobic—not terribly so, but enough that I was very aware of the tons of rock hanging over my head, just waiting for the perfect time to fall down and bury me. Jaime doesn’t notice things like that.He’s your typical outdoorsman, with hair sun-bleached from hiking and weekend home improvement projects, and the start of crow’s feet around his gorgeous hazel eyes. His body was lean and muscled from wrestling car engines and other heavy automotive parts into places they didn’t want to go. Me, I’m your typical nerd. No glasses—thank God—since the surgery, but my hair is a brown that is just brown and my eyes are a blue that is just blue. I’m not as tall as Jaime, or as muscled. He likes hiking and exploring. My idea of a well-spent afternoon is my comfy chair on the porch with a good book.

When we first started dating, I hadn’t expected it to last long. Funny thing, though—our differences are less different than our similarities. We’re both early birds who like leisurely breakfasts. He likes to do laundry, especially if he can put it out on a clothesline. Me, I hate laundry—damn stuff never ends. But, dishes—I can get into doing dishes. We both like a tidy house. And, since I bought him those headphones, I can read in peace with my head in his lap while he saves the known world from the digital enemies of the future.

We get along. Therefore, because he was so excited about this little excursion, I was tempting fate and Mother Nature by invading the grand old dame’s insides. She is so going to get me—I might as well paint a target on my back right now and get it over with.

“You know I’m only doing this because you asked me, right?” I reached forward to take the hand he held out to me. The feel of his calluses against my own less work-worn hands made me catch my breath. Suddenly, I was willing to do just about anything to have this whole thing over, so we could go home and I could feel those calluses slide over other portions of my anatomy. God, how I loved his hands.

“You’re doing great. It’s not far now.” He helped me across the slick stones, holding me up when my feet slipped in the damp, and wrapping an arm around my waist. Once, my feet went out completely from underneath me on the slippery rock and I fell. My hero, Jaime, caught me just in time to keep me from becoming a—not so—virgin sacrifice to the gods of the earth. (Yes, I know, we’ve all fallen. But we were in a cave. With stalactites, and rock, and danger. You never know when a sudden shock will set off a landfall. And I am not athletic enough to run away from one.)

If I hadn’t been almost completely speechless with both nerves and desire at that point, I would have begged out loud to go home. From my point of view, this was as bad as playground sports when I was a kid—always too slow, always in the way. The dweeb. Jaime made it different, both more and less scary at the same time. I didn’t want to do it, but I also didn’t want to disappoint him.

I took a deep breath, and Jaime took a kiss, which was a very nice way to end a breath. I tried to keep the kiss going, but he was determined to drag me farther into the abyss, so I sighed and made sure I got to keep one of hishands for my trouble. He grinned at me, as if he knew what I was thinking, but it was worth it.

Tuesday Guest Tickle: Branded by Ana J. Phoenix

Branded

Author: Ana J. Phoenix

Genre: Fantasy, M/M Romance

Publication Date: June 23, 2015

Word Count: ~68000 words

Available at: Amazon

Review: Prism Book Alliance

What’s it about?

Asher doesn’t like people, and people don’t like him. He’s cool with that—all he needs from them is sex, anyway. But when he’s suddenly thrust into a strange and dangerous world filled with magical creatures, joining forces with other people may just be the only way to survive.

It’s not all bad though—in this new world, he can turn into a fire-breathing dragon! Which would be awesome if it weren’t for José, the pesky fire elf sharing his fate whose goal in life seems to be to stop Asher from ever having fun. José is hot, though and Asher wants to get into his pants just as much as he wants to get home. But José is also blind, and Asher has no clue how to charm a man without relying on his looks.

Somehow, Asher has to show José that he’s more than a sex-obsessed pyromaniac with no filter between his brain and mouth. Preferably before either of them ends up dead. Civil war rages around them, and finding the way home isn’t going to be easy. And for Asher, getting there in one piece, and with his heart intact, might just prove impossible.

A Sneak Peek:

“Where exactly are we going again?”

“Home, I hope. Eventually. But it looks like we’ll have to get to the other side of the continent. She says there’s someone there who’ll help us.”

“And you think that’ll work.”

“Do you have a better idea?”

Asher kept quiet, not having anything to say. For a moment all that could be heard was the crackling of the fire.

“You should try flying.”

“I still don’t have any damn wings.” Never mind that flying was about the last thing he wanted to do, second only to falling.

“I told you, you have to transform.”

“And I still have no idea what the hell you’re talking about.”

Blind Guy took a deep impatient breath. Beckoning Asher to follow, he walked out onto a clearing. “Come here and close your eyes,” he said.

Frowning, Asher did as he was told, even when it made him feel ridiculous.

“Breathe in. Hold your breath.”

Asher inhaled and stopped and glared at Blind Guy. What was this supposed to accomplish?

“Feel that?”

Feel what? He was about to ask when he did feel something. It was subtle, but with every beat of his heart, small ripples of an undefinable energy ran under his skin, through his body.

“What is that?”

“Magic.”

“For real?”

“Try it.”

“How—” Asher started, but stopped himself. The simple act of thinking was enough to cause a reaction in his magic level. The energy he’d felt before hadn’t been powerful, but as he tried to draw on it, the feeling overwhelmed him. He’d only touched the tip of the iceberg. Eager to discover all of it, he delved deeper into the stream of power until it enveloped his body in a warm glow. He lost his sense of being in the sensation. A rush of energy flooded his consciousness like a primal force, threatened to sweep him away. A roar sounded through his ears. It wasn’t until he closed his mouth that he realized it had been him.

Tuesday Tickle: Flesh Market

Whoops! It’s Wednesday, isn’t it? I really have no excuse. Writing was going well yesterday–that point in the story where you’re at the end of the downhill part of the ride, flying fast with your arms out to the wind. Only a few scenes left now, then I can start combing through the story for nits to pick. The Editor in Question has the synopsis to look at, so I’m chewing my fingernails over it.

I’m really mean to Julian throughout this, except I keep giving him opportunities to say no, and he keeps turning them down. Silly man.

Leo grunted and stepped away to give Julian room to stand up. “You’re sure you’ll be all right in there by yourself?”

“I’ll be fine. They’re not going to do anything but pictures and the video. Find that database, Leo. I’m feeling pretty sick about this afternoon.”

Leo grabbed his arm hard. “Do you want to call it off? I can have HRT here in an hour.”

“An hour’s too late. And I’m damn well not wasting the time you’ve spent here or the beatings I’ve taken over a half hour’s discomfort.” Discomfort. Ha, funny man. He wished he’d figured out how this operation was going to play out before he said yes. Or maybe not. He could see how an older agent would have trouble passing here. And Julian had always been an ends-justify-the-means kind of guy. He wanted this ring broken. No, not broken. Pulverized. Nuked from orbit, and then danced on by ninety-nine hookers in fuck me pumps. Vulnerability made Julian uncomfortable and angry, and this role was nothing but. He’d do just about anything to end it, and fast.

Tuesday Tickle: Flesh Market

Just a quick tickle, because the dayjob from before my current dayjob called asking if I could cover for someone for a week. I’m dead on my feet, and now remember why I changed jobs, lol. Oh, well, I promised. Saturday, there shall be wine. A mega-ass sized bottle of wine.

Gone past 27K now, probably going to end in the 30-35K range, especially considering that every time I go through, I always end up with more words than I started. As The Editor in Question says, “Oh, yeah, your stuff grows.”

A little piece from early in the story, just after Julian, my not-an-agent MC, has been ‘kidnapped’:

His helper took the water away long before Julian was ready to see it go. He made a sound of protest and tried to grab for it.

“Shhh. Give it a chance to soak in. You can have more in a bit.” The guy let him lie down and Julian dozed off again.

Waking up the next time was much easier. His eyes were okay with pointing in the same direction, and his head no longer felt like it had been poured full of cement. Julian surveyed his surroundings. The last thing he remembered was shoving Agent Cheyne in the mall and stomping off to the washroom. Everything after that was a blank, but if he was in a strange room, lying on a smelly mattress next to someone he didn’t know, then he’d obviously encountered Agent Gale.

God, he hoped he’d encountered Agent Gale.