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October 16, 2010
2010 Dreamspinner Advent Calendar Now on Sale!
Santa's got a list, and he's checking it twice. Will you tell if your lover's been naughty or nice? In these stories, the winter holidays will shine brightly whether with sweetest love, cackling laughter, or blistering passion. Get a story a day in the month of December, all with holiday flair. Your Christmas present to yourself!A story delivered automatically to your bookshelf each day in December. Over 1,700 pages of fiction selling individually for a total $92.69. Buy as a set and save!
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October 14, 2010
Excerpt Thursday! Giving Gifts
Shall we continue my Holiday excerpts to celebrate my two new ones coming in the 2010 Dreamspinner Press Advent Calendar? Believe it or not I had two stories in the 2008 Advent Calendar as well.
Here's a snip from Giving Gifts .
Summary: Seth is having a scarily good time at the office Christmas party this year. He owes it all to his hoped-for boyfriend, Oscar, who turned him into a carefree programmer from an uptight nerd. If Mr. Saroc, the company CEO's assistant, would quit dogging his steps at work, Seth believes his happiness with Oscar will be complete in time for kissing under the mistletoe.
Like reviews? Here's a very moving review from Engimatic Emily.
Excerpt:
"Are you sure you're feeling all right?"
Seth Morrison couldn't help but smile as he watched Jason nervously touch the right side of his glasses, using the earpiece to press the heavy black frames closer against his face as if that would bring a more understandable world into his view. It wasn't that the motion itself was all that funny; Seth must watch Jason do that over a hundred times a day.
But the fact that Jason forgot he was holding the flimsy plastic cup of white wine in his right hand and almost poured it over his face before he realized what would happen and somehow managed to switch hands at the last minute – now that was pretty high up there on the amusing list.
Seth didn't laugh though; just let his hips keep moving in time with the brisk rhythms of the music, silently counting out the beats in his head as he answered. "Yeah, I'm fine. Why?"
Jason Cantrell and Jackson Samuels, his co-workers down in Tech Support looked at each other and then looked back at him. Their dark, shaggy hair and wide, unblinking eyes behind the dark frames of their glasses lent them a striking resemblance to each other that was only accented by their matching wrinkled khakis and navy polo shirts.
The two of them managed to perpetuate practically every stereotypical myth regarding absentminded computer geeks and Seth's smile widened as he wondered if they called to coordinate their outfits each morning or if they had just worked together for so long they had melded their separated consciousness into one of those hive mind things they talked about so much.
"Well, you're…uh…smiling." Jason said first, his voice implying that such an action was totally unheard of.
"And…uh…you're dancing." Jackson said next, completing their shared thought. He jerkily motioned toward Seth's gyrating pelvis, the white napkin under his plastic glass escaping from his grasp and fluttering toward the carpeted floor.
"I'll get that." Seth bent down and caught the fleeing paper product in his left hand, handing it back to Jackson with his smile intact and without missing a beat of the loud music. He had never found "Jingle Bells" all that danceable before but the band had announced this was the "Jingle Bell Rock" so that must be something different all together.
"It's a party, guys." He smiled again, his lips moving as he unconsciously counted out the beat - one and two and three, one and two and three and let his gaze travel over the crowded hotel ballroom. The air was heavy, thick with the mixture of aromas from the guests' perfumes and the candles rich with holiday scents. At least no one was smoking. That would have made things unbearably stuffy.
Seth had never realized just how many people worked in this division office; it was kind of cool to see everyone gathered together. Seth also didn't see the one man he was looking among all his other co-workers for but all good things came to those that wait. His grandmother used to tell him that.
In Seth's mind he had been waiting more than long enough but he had to say it was really sweet the way Oscar was trying tried to protect his reputation from the relentless gossip mill at the office even if that meant Oscar had decided they shouldn't be seen together tonight.
Of course, just because Oscar decided something well, that didn't mean Seth planned to go along with it. The least Oscar could do was give him a holiday dance. Seth had been practicing with next-door neighbor, a rather salty sixty-six year old widow and he was ready put his newly learned skills to the test.
"But, Seth?" Jackson tried again. "It's the work holiday party."
"Yeah, I know." Seth stopped dancing just long enough to cast an exasperated eye over his co-workers. "So loosen up already. Come on."
"You don't like work holiday parties, Seth." Jason huddled closer to Jackson, seeking comfort in the familiar in light of Seth's unexpected and irrational joie de vivre. "And you did a line dance with those girls from the word processing pool and you don't dance."
The music changed, the band switching over to "I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus". Seth quickly found the rhythm to that song as well; his hips adding an extra little swing as he stood there. From Jason's tone of voice Seth might as well have hacked someone to death with an axe.
"It's called the Hustle, guys." Seth smiled at the memory of the sweaty and exuberant dance the ladies from word processing had taught him. "You ought to try it. Especially you, Jackson."
"Me?" Jackson's eyes widened behind his thick glasses and he used his left hand to push them closer against his face. It was the mirror image of Jason's earlier motion. Sometimes Seth wondered if it was really possible for the two men not to be related, their looks and mannerisms were so similar.
Of course, just a few short months ago Seth himself had been a matching third in their little pea pod. Now with contact lenses, a decent haircut and the recent application of an iron to his new and carefully chosen wardrobe that was designed to show off his naturally slim build Seth not only felt like a whole new man, he looked like one too.
"Uh huh. Rachel from the eleventh floor was asking if you liked to dance." Seth watched the blush creep over Jackson's face until it matched the deep holiday hue of the napkins on the buffet table and he wondered if Jackson was going to hyperventilate.
Buy Link: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?cPath=55_128&products_id=1437
Here's a snip from Giving Gifts .
Summary: Seth is having a scarily good time at the office Christmas party this year. He owes it all to his hoped-for boyfriend, Oscar, who turned him into a carefree programmer from an uptight nerd. If Mr. Saroc, the company CEO's assistant, would quit dogging his steps at work, Seth believes his happiness with Oscar will be complete in time for kissing under the mistletoe.
Like reviews? Here's a very moving review from Engimatic Emily.
Excerpt:
"Are you sure you're feeling all right?"
Seth Morrison couldn't help but smile as he watched Jason nervously touch the right side of his glasses, using the earpiece to press the heavy black frames closer against his face as if that would bring a more understandable world into his view. It wasn't that the motion itself was all that funny; Seth must watch Jason do that over a hundred times a day.
But the fact that Jason forgot he was holding the flimsy plastic cup of white wine in his right hand and almost poured it over his face before he realized what would happen and somehow managed to switch hands at the last minute – now that was pretty high up there on the amusing list.
Seth didn't laugh though; just let his hips keep moving in time with the brisk rhythms of the music, silently counting out the beats in his head as he answered. "Yeah, I'm fine. Why?"
Jason Cantrell and Jackson Samuels, his co-workers down in Tech Support looked at each other and then looked back at him. Their dark, shaggy hair and wide, unblinking eyes behind the dark frames of their glasses lent them a striking resemblance to each other that was only accented by their matching wrinkled khakis and navy polo shirts.
The two of them managed to perpetuate practically every stereotypical myth regarding absentminded computer geeks and Seth's smile widened as he wondered if they called to coordinate their outfits each morning or if they had just worked together for so long they had melded their separated consciousness into one of those hive mind things they talked about so much.
"Well, you're…uh…smiling." Jason said first, his voice implying that such an action was totally unheard of.
"And…uh…you're dancing." Jackson said next, completing their shared thought. He jerkily motioned toward Seth's gyrating pelvis, the white napkin under his plastic glass escaping from his grasp and fluttering toward the carpeted floor.
"I'll get that." Seth bent down and caught the fleeing paper product in his left hand, handing it back to Jackson with his smile intact and without missing a beat of the loud music. He had never found "Jingle Bells" all that danceable before but the band had announced this was the "Jingle Bell Rock" so that must be something different all together.
"It's a party, guys." He smiled again, his lips moving as he unconsciously counted out the beat - one and two and three, one and two and three and let his gaze travel over the crowded hotel ballroom. The air was heavy, thick with the mixture of aromas from the guests' perfumes and the candles rich with holiday scents. At least no one was smoking. That would have made things unbearably stuffy.
Seth had never realized just how many people worked in this division office; it was kind of cool to see everyone gathered together. Seth also didn't see the one man he was looking among all his other co-workers for but all good things came to those that wait. His grandmother used to tell him that.
In Seth's mind he had been waiting more than long enough but he had to say it was really sweet the way Oscar was trying tried to protect his reputation from the relentless gossip mill at the office even if that meant Oscar had decided they shouldn't be seen together tonight.
Of course, just because Oscar decided something well, that didn't mean Seth planned to go along with it. The least Oscar could do was give him a holiday dance. Seth had been practicing with next-door neighbor, a rather salty sixty-six year old widow and he was ready put his newly learned skills to the test.
"But, Seth?" Jackson tried again. "It's the work holiday party."
"Yeah, I know." Seth stopped dancing just long enough to cast an exasperated eye over his co-workers. "So loosen up already. Come on."
"You don't like work holiday parties, Seth." Jason huddled closer to Jackson, seeking comfort in the familiar in light of Seth's unexpected and irrational joie de vivre. "And you did a line dance with those girls from the word processing pool and you don't dance."
The music changed, the band switching over to "I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus". Seth quickly found the rhythm to that song as well; his hips adding an extra little swing as he stood there. From Jason's tone of voice Seth might as well have hacked someone to death with an axe.
"It's called the Hustle, guys." Seth smiled at the memory of the sweaty and exuberant dance the ladies from word processing had taught him. "You ought to try it. Especially you, Jackson."
"Me?" Jackson's eyes widened behind his thick glasses and he used his left hand to push them closer against his face. It was the mirror image of Jason's earlier motion. Sometimes Seth wondered if it was really possible for the two men not to be related, their looks and mannerisms were so similar.
Of course, just a few short months ago Seth himself had been a matching third in their little pea pod. Now with contact lenses, a decent haircut and the recent application of an iron to his new and carefully chosen wardrobe that was designed to show off his naturally slim build Seth not only felt like a whole new man, he looked like one too.
"Uh huh. Rachel from the eleventh floor was asking if you liked to dance." Seth watched the blush creep over Jackson's face until it matched the deep holiday hue of the napkins on the buffet table and he wondered if Jackson was going to hyperventilate.
Buy Link: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?cPath=55_128&products_id=1437
October 13, 2010
It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like the Holidays - New Releases Ahead
Also known as we have blurb!
Perhaps not quite the slacker I've portrayed of late, I surprised myself with not one, but two stories in this year's Dreamspinner Press Advent Calendar. As always I'll post more info as available - until then here are the summaries:
Perhaps not quite the slacker I've portrayed of late, I surprised myself with not one, but two stories in this year's Dreamspinner Press Advent Calendar. As always I'll post more info as available - until then here are the summaries:
Better with Sprinkles: College student Tom Molina isn't too interested when his roommate Derek tries to convince him to leave his books and help out with the campus LGBTA Center's annual Christmas cookie sale. But Derek has an ace in the hole to score the center Tom's grandmother's sugar cookie recipe: fellow volunteer Jeanette's cousin just happens to be the organic chemistry T.A. Tom's been dreaming about. Now Tom just has to hope Isaac is as interested in baking cookies as he is in chemistry and HIV awareness.
and
The Reason for the Season: All college student Adam Everett is trying to do is get to his sister's house for holiday break. First his car breaks down, then his ride takes off to Vegas with his gas money, forcing Adam to come up with a Plan C. His last hope is a campus ride exchange, where he ends up with the reluctant Michael Brennan. When a "snowpocalypse" forces them to share a motel room, they soon find out there's more than one reason for the chance happenings of the season.
October 12, 2010
Blog Appreciation Day
No, it's not for me. I confess to being a sluggard of late. Let me fondly turn my blog's attention to my dear friend and prolific author,
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clarelondon
.
Recognize any of these titles? We have 72 Hours which was released on September 17th. Between a Rock and a Hard Place, released October 10th, and Branded, (the re-edited re-release of The Gold Warrior and Twisted Brand) which will release on October 15th.
Makes me exhausted just thinking about it.
How does she do it? Well, if interested you can read her fascinating blog post on how it takes B.A.L.L.S. here at Reviews by Jessewave.
clarelondon
.
Recognize any of these titles? We have 72 Hours which was released on September 17th. Between a Rock and a Hard Place, released October 10th, and Branded, (the re-edited re-release of The Gold Warrior and Twisted Brand) which will release on October 15th.
Makes me exhausted just thinking about it.
How does she do it? Well, if interested you can read her fascinating blog post on how it takes B.A.L.L.S. here at Reviews by Jessewave.
October 7, 2010
Excerpt Thursday! Season's Greetings
Just like holiday shopping, it's never too early for a Christmas Love Story. Here's an excerpt from
Season's Greetings
released as part of the 2009 Dreamspinner Press Advent Calendar.
Summary: Russ Manners writes greeting cards for a living, except Christmas is fast approaching, there's no snow, and he's fallen behind on his big Easter Card project. He's blaming the new guy, Ian Fiorillo, because ever since Ian was hired, Russ spends all his time writing bad Valentine rhymes to Ian's best asset. What Russ doesn't realize is that Ian would love to help him appreciate the wonders of Christmas in Florida.
Excerpt:
ROSES are red. Violets are blue. If I ever got my hands on your fine ass,
oh baby, the things I would do.
Russ Manners glared at his computer screen. His brown eyes
darkened with frustration before he pressed the backspace key and
watched the letters and their crisp Verdana font disappear one after
another. Well, that little rhyme blew, he thought in disgust. Big time.
He rubbed his temples and stared at the glossy pages cut out of
an assortment of magazines and taped to the wall of his office cube.
They didn't help his futile search for inspiration. In fact, the more he
focused on the colorful images of decorated eggs, baskets, and bright,
cartoon rabbits the more he wanted to gouge his eyes out.
The pictures' perky themes clashed with the Christmas music
piped through the office's overhead speakers, adding to his piercing
headache. Russ never understood this time of year. He lived in
southern Florida, for crap's sake. Was he the only one who got the
memo explaining that no snow equaled no Christmas?
Russ didn't deliberately live out of sync with the rest of the
world, but his demanding job writing greeting cards ensured he lived
his life two or three holidays ahead. Normally he thrived on the
resulting chaos. So what was his problem? The stuffed, yellow rabbit
perched above his monitor regarded him with blank, black eyes. "A lot
of help you are." Russ muttered.
Soft brown hair hid his face as Russ lowered his head to his
keyboard and let the plastic cool his overheated forehead. He was so
screwed. Instead of happy, lilting Easter greetings guaranteed to bring
smiles to the faces of their special recipients, Russ had been reduced
to writing cheesy Valentine tags no self-respecting card company
would publish.
Here he sat, a few weeks away from his drop-dead date for the
upcoming Easter line, and his mind absolutely positively refused to
cooperate. Russ didn't understand why. He'd never had any problems
creating his trademark, catchy sayings before five weeks ago.
And there was his answer. He blamed everything on newcomer Ian Fiorillo.
As if on cue, Russ heard a low grunt from the cubicle next to him.
Despite his intention not to give in to temptation, he clambered on top
of the two-drawer file beside his desk, ignoring the files he knocked to
the floor and the hard metal beneath his kneecaps so he could peek
over the top of the cubicle wall.
Truly, this was his hell.
Because Ian wasn't sitting at his computer, composing amusing
ditties for Left-Brain Cards, the company they worked for. No, Ian was
currently on his hands and knees with his head stuck under his desk,
leaving Russ staring at the very same ass to which he had just
composed yet another in a long line of excruciatingly bad odes.
Russ couldn't help himself. Ian had a great ass.
Buy Link: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?cPath=55_128&products_id=1616
Summary: Russ Manners writes greeting cards for a living, except Christmas is fast approaching, there's no snow, and he's fallen behind on his big Easter Card project. He's blaming the new guy, Ian Fiorillo, because ever since Ian was hired, Russ spends all his time writing bad Valentine rhymes to Ian's best asset. What Russ doesn't realize is that Ian would love to help him appreciate the wonders of Christmas in Florida.
Excerpt:
ROSES are red. Violets are blue. If I ever got my hands on your fine ass,
oh baby, the things I would do.
Russ Manners glared at his computer screen. His brown eyes
darkened with frustration before he pressed the backspace key and
watched the letters and their crisp Verdana font disappear one after
another. Well, that little rhyme blew, he thought in disgust. Big time.
He rubbed his temples and stared at the glossy pages cut out of
an assortment of magazines and taped to the wall of his office cube.
They didn't help his futile search for inspiration. In fact, the more he
focused on the colorful images of decorated eggs, baskets, and bright,
cartoon rabbits the more he wanted to gouge his eyes out.
The pictures' perky themes clashed with the Christmas music
piped through the office's overhead speakers, adding to his piercing
headache. Russ never understood this time of year. He lived in
southern Florida, for crap's sake. Was he the only one who got the
memo explaining that no snow equaled no Christmas?
Russ didn't deliberately live out of sync with the rest of the
world, but his demanding job writing greeting cards ensured he lived
his life two or three holidays ahead. Normally he thrived on the
resulting chaos. So what was his problem? The stuffed, yellow rabbit
perched above his monitor regarded him with blank, black eyes. "A lot
of help you are." Russ muttered.
Soft brown hair hid his face as Russ lowered his head to his
keyboard and let the plastic cool his overheated forehead. He was so
screwed. Instead of happy, lilting Easter greetings guaranteed to bring
smiles to the faces of their special recipients, Russ had been reduced
to writing cheesy Valentine tags no self-respecting card company
would publish.
Here he sat, a few weeks away from his drop-dead date for the
upcoming Easter line, and his mind absolutely positively refused to
cooperate. Russ didn't understand why. He'd never had any problems
creating his trademark, catchy sayings before five weeks ago.
And there was his answer. He blamed everything on newcomer Ian Fiorillo.
As if on cue, Russ heard a low grunt from the cubicle next to him.
Despite his intention not to give in to temptation, he clambered on top
of the two-drawer file beside his desk, ignoring the files he knocked to
the floor and the hard metal beneath his kneecaps so he could peek
over the top of the cubicle wall.
Truly, this was his hell.
Because Ian wasn't sitting at his computer, composing amusing
ditties for Left-Brain Cards, the company they worked for. No, Ian was
currently on his hands and knees with his head stuck under his desk,
leaving Russ staring at the very same ass to which he had just
composed yet another in a long line of excruciatingly bad odes.
Russ couldn't help himself. Ian had a great ass.
Buy Link: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?cPath=55_128&products_id=1616
October 2, 2010
Pssst...Free eBook Downloads - this way!
I was just over at Rainbow eBooks and guess what? In addition to the 20% off all Dreamspinner Press titles they are also offering free eBook downloads throughout the weekend as well. So, even if you don't have the cash to spend you could still pick up six Dreamspinner Press titles you may not have. Click the button to check it out.
September 30, 2010
Excerpt Thursday! Brush with Desire
Time for another excerpt! This week I'm posting a clip from one of my favorite stories.
Brush with Desire
features a character I often wish to come back and write a sequel for. No, it's not Brian or Dale, fun as they are. It's Dwayne, Brian's overly bonded cat. You never know, Dwayne may get another day in the spotlight.
Summary: After a grueling day at work, Brian's only looking forward to heading home to his cat when he stops at an all-night mega-store for a few groceries. The man he meets in the hair-care aisle wasn't on his shopping list, but after their first encounter, Brian suspects he's going to become a necessity. Rated a *Wet Dream*
Like reviews? Click here and scroll down to the "B's" to read an assortment from Well Read, Fallen Angels, Joyfully Reviewed, and Rainbow Reviews.
Excerpt:
Luckily the store was pretty deserted at this hour of the morning. Even so there was just something weird about walking through the cosmetic aisles. Not quite as weird as having to wander though the feminine hygiene row to get to the personal lubricant and such but weird none the less.
There was some guy kneeling down at one end of the row looking at the assortment of hairbrushes and combs but Brian was so tired he just wandered past without taking a good look.
That wasn't a good sign – if he was too tired to even take a look did that mean he was getting old? Maybe he was giving up? Focus. Brian told himself sternly. Hair bands. Of course, there had to be the selection from hell to wade through, hairbrushes, alligator clips, barrettes. Rubber bands. There they were, all the way at the other end of row.
All-righty then. Time to search through all the madcap assortment of colors and sizes and cartoon characters to find some nice plain, black, fabric color bands. Way too much stimulation for his brain to cope with this morning.
Why did it have to be so hard? If he really thought about it he might say it reminded him of searching through the condom display looking for one particular favorite brand.
Not that he'd done any of that lately either.
Maybe he should just give up and cut his hair. Brian set his basket on the floor and reached behind to finger the long, dark braid that hung down to his waist. He had been stuck in a bit of a rut lately. Both fashion and otherwise.
There was a nice aroma in the aisle, something kinda familiar, the scent teasing at his nose and Brian looked around to see if there were any perfume displays. No. So where was that intriguing scent coming from? There was nothing here but him and the guy at the end of the row.
Oh.
Brian picked up a package of rubber bands and casually looked over at the man still debating over the selection of hairbrushes. Now that was interesting. Not only the pleasing cologne, but the guy was wearing a suit. A nice, expensive suit at that.
He'd been a waiter at an upscale restaurant a few years back, a way to pay for his IT degree and even from this distance Brian could tell from the color and drape that the light wool had cost a pretty penny. And the guy was just kneeling in the middle of the row uncaring of the dust and wear. Some people's kids.
Brian decided to take a look at some of the alligator clips in the middle of the long row. He did use them to pull his hair up on top of his head sometimes when he needed a quick shower and couldn't be bothered with combing out his hair. The fact the little action moved him closer to the man in the nice suit had nothing to do with his decision. Nothing at all.
Oh my.
It wasn't that having moved closer to the kneeling man Brian could smell the cologne even better. It wasn't even that from what he could see the man had a trim figure and nice full head of blond hair. No, it was definitely his hands.
Large hands.
Well-groomed hands.
Hands that were calmly and sensuously stroking over the brush in his hand like…like…like Brian wished those hands were touching him. Oh to have been those bristles, the curved wood of the handle.
Brian forgot that his basket was still down by the hair bands; he forgot he was in the middle of the twenty-four hour mega store. He stood there in a flushed daze and watched as the stranger carefully and slowly felt up the hairbrushes in his search for the perfect one.
And boy, judging by the tent in Brian's thankfully baggy cargo pants, was it getting him hot. Brian wiggled slightly, trying to adjust himself without being too obvious. Although what he really wanted to do was push the heel of his hand down on his unruly dick and tell it to behave.
It wasn't so much that he was tired, even though he was that. It wasn't even the incongruity of the image before him. It was the care; the thorough and purposeful way the man was running his long and elegant fingers over the brush in his hands.
Like it was the only thing in his world. The only thing that mattered.
Like Brian would love to have someone treat him.
When the man held the hairbrush in one hand and moved his wrist to feel the weight and balance of the brush Brian's brain was filled with all sorts of nasty, wishful images that he just knew was going to feature prominently in his next jack-off session.
When the man grasped the handle firmly and let the back of brush hit his other palm with a solid smack Brian bit his lip to keep from whimpering out loud as he imagined the sound that would make on his own ass, the pink flush that would rise up on his bare skin and the deepening mark it would leave behind.
Nasty, wishful images indeed.
Buy Link: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?cPath=55_128&products_id=1320
Summary: After a grueling day at work, Brian's only looking forward to heading home to his cat when he stops at an all-night mega-store for a few groceries. The man he meets in the hair-care aisle wasn't on his shopping list, but after their first encounter, Brian suspects he's going to become a necessity. Rated a *Wet Dream*
Like reviews? Click here and scroll down to the "B's" to read an assortment from Well Read, Fallen Angels, Joyfully Reviewed, and Rainbow Reviews.
Excerpt:
Luckily the store was pretty deserted at this hour of the morning. Even so there was just something weird about walking through the cosmetic aisles. Not quite as weird as having to wander though the feminine hygiene row to get to the personal lubricant and such but weird none the less.
There was some guy kneeling down at one end of the row looking at the assortment of hairbrushes and combs but Brian was so tired he just wandered past without taking a good look.
That wasn't a good sign – if he was too tired to even take a look did that mean he was getting old? Maybe he was giving up? Focus. Brian told himself sternly. Hair bands. Of course, there had to be the selection from hell to wade through, hairbrushes, alligator clips, barrettes. Rubber bands. There they were, all the way at the other end of row.
All-righty then. Time to search through all the madcap assortment of colors and sizes and cartoon characters to find some nice plain, black, fabric color bands. Way too much stimulation for his brain to cope with this morning.
Why did it have to be so hard? If he really thought about it he might say it reminded him of searching through the condom display looking for one particular favorite brand.
Not that he'd done any of that lately either.
Maybe he should just give up and cut his hair. Brian set his basket on the floor and reached behind to finger the long, dark braid that hung down to his waist. He had been stuck in a bit of a rut lately. Both fashion and otherwise.
There was a nice aroma in the aisle, something kinda familiar, the scent teasing at his nose and Brian looked around to see if there were any perfume displays. No. So where was that intriguing scent coming from? There was nothing here but him and the guy at the end of the row.
Oh.
Brian picked up a package of rubber bands and casually looked over at the man still debating over the selection of hairbrushes. Now that was interesting. Not only the pleasing cologne, but the guy was wearing a suit. A nice, expensive suit at that.
He'd been a waiter at an upscale restaurant a few years back, a way to pay for his IT degree and even from this distance Brian could tell from the color and drape that the light wool had cost a pretty penny. And the guy was just kneeling in the middle of the row uncaring of the dust and wear. Some people's kids.
Brian decided to take a look at some of the alligator clips in the middle of the long row. He did use them to pull his hair up on top of his head sometimes when he needed a quick shower and couldn't be bothered with combing out his hair. The fact the little action moved him closer to the man in the nice suit had nothing to do with his decision. Nothing at all.
Oh my.
It wasn't that having moved closer to the kneeling man Brian could smell the cologne even better. It wasn't even that from what he could see the man had a trim figure and nice full head of blond hair. No, it was definitely his hands.
Large hands.
Well-groomed hands.
Hands that were calmly and sensuously stroking over the brush in his hand like…like…like Brian wished those hands were touching him. Oh to have been those bristles, the curved wood of the handle.
Brian forgot that his basket was still down by the hair bands; he forgot he was in the middle of the twenty-four hour mega store. He stood there in a flushed daze and watched as the stranger carefully and slowly felt up the hairbrushes in his search for the perfect one.
And boy, judging by the tent in Brian's thankfully baggy cargo pants, was it getting him hot. Brian wiggled slightly, trying to adjust himself without being too obvious. Although what he really wanted to do was push the heel of his hand down on his unruly dick and tell it to behave.
It wasn't so much that he was tired, even though he was that. It wasn't even the incongruity of the image before him. It was the care; the thorough and purposeful way the man was running his long and elegant fingers over the brush in his hands.
Like it was the only thing in his world. The only thing that mattered.
Like Brian would love to have someone treat him.
When the man held the hairbrush in one hand and moved his wrist to feel the weight and balance of the brush Brian's brain was filled with all sorts of nasty, wishful images that he just knew was going to feature prominently in his next jack-off session.
When the man grasped the handle firmly and let the back of brush hit his other palm with a solid smack Brian bit his lip to keep from whimpering out loud as he imagined the sound that would make on his own ass, the pink flush that would rise up on his bare skin and the deepening mark it would leave behind.
Nasty, wishful images indeed.
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September 29, 2010
Don't touch that pocketbook! At least, not until this weekend.
The weekend of Oct 2-3, 2010, Rainbow Ebooks is hosting Dreamspinner Press. I'll post more info as it becomes available - but all you need to know is DISCOUNT SALE. 20% off all Dreamspinner titles. Click on the banner to visit their website.
Can you say "Chrissy's backlist"? I thought you could.
Can you say "Chrissy's backlist"? I thought you could.
September 23, 2010
Excerpt Thursday! Promise of the Heart
Excerpt Thursday rolls around again! Despite my thoughts to the contrary I've made great strides in crossing items off the never-ending list - but at the sake of almost everything and everyone else! Let me take a few minutes to relax and post an excerpt from
Promise of the Heart
my second contribution to the Dreamspinner To Have and To Hold collection.
Summary: Jacob agrees to fill in as a wedding photographer for a friend, never expecting to come face to face with a ghost from the past: Alan,...
Summary: Jacob agrees to fill in as a wedding photographer for a friend, never expecting to come face to face with a ghost from the past: Alan,...
September 16, 2010
Excerpt Thursday! Spontaneous
A quick and early excerpt this morning as the world is pulling me in multiple directions. Here's a look at a more recent release,
Spontaneous
available in the
Curious
Anthology from Dreamspinner Press. This is another antho with a fantastic cover.
Summary: Michael Vincent didn't know what to call it when his now ex-boyfriend, Derek, called him boring and predictable and took off leaving Michael with a week off work and his vacation plans in shambles. Rather than sitting around moping, he deci...
Summary: Michael Vincent didn't know what to call it when his now ex-boyfriend, Derek, called him boring and predictable and took off leaving Michael with a week off work and his vacation plans in shambles. Rather than sitting around moping, he deci...
