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May 17, 2016
Free Reads!! Wednesday Briefs – Innocence & Carnality Part 45
Just a reminder: Part One of Innocence & Carnality will be coming to a close soon, and later pulled from the blog for future publication purposes. Part Two will be part of the finished novel. I will keep you up to date. Promise.
There will be future stories with the Wednesday Briefers and some version of I&C will still be found on Gay Authors.org along with most of my written work. Be sure to check it out.
Now… onto the next installment.
More truths come out in the dungeon.
Click here to start from the beginning
Part 45
“Get off him,” Blythe growled, ushering Samantha aside. Holding my shoulders, he helped me stand and looked me over. “Are you all right?”
Rother stepped between us, forcing Blythe to back up. “Gather up Arthur Valencus and take him back to his hotel. Discreetly. His business here is done.”
Blythe appeared surprised at the sight of my bloodied father. “Fucking hell, what happened to him?”
“He and Nathan had a disagreement.”
Blythe’s head titled in curiosity. “How would he even know his father was here?”
“Get him out of here already. Arthur won’t be visiting us again.”
Blythe followed orders, if somewhat reluctantly. I stood shivering, muted out of shock, as Samantha helped my bodyguard remove my father using the secreted entrance. He still breathed and groaned as they unfastened and lifted him from the floor. After the scandalous display I’d witnessed and how I’d reacted to him, I knew it would be the last time I would see any of my family. My father would make sure of it.
I wanted this night to end. Rother appeared to have other ideas. With an arm around my shoulders, he led me deeper into the room rather than find the exit. More sinister furniture passed as we neared the lit fireplace. Next to it, a formidable frame mounted to the wall made of iron and wood girders shaped in an X sported a series of leather straps and buckles. Rother urged me closer to it with every step.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Do you have any idea how humiliating it was when you left? I had to endure the staff’s gossiping. Questions and whispers of how I couldn’t keep my husband came at me all night. I’m unaccustomed to answering to my employees.”
The grip on my shoulders intensified as I tried to dig in my heels and refuse to move forward.
“Rother, stop! Let me go!”
I thrashed and pulled only to learn how much stronger Rother was than I. He pushed me against the cross and held each arm in turn and fastened it tight. Once finished, I could barely put space between my chest and the framework.
“You hurt me, Nathan. You hurt me on purpose.”
“It wasn’t like that. Untie me this instant.”
I tried to sound confident, but I heard my father’s voice in my head. He’d commanded me to do the same mere minutes ago and how successful was he? The knowledge quickened my breathing. Each futile effort to pull free only dug the straps further into my wrists. Any other time, I’d think this situation would leave me furious, but my anger bled into something far less useful: fear.
Since I could turn my head, I followed Rother’s steps to the fireplace. From his inner breast pocket he produced an item no longer than his hand with a sleek wood handle and a flattened brass end with a carved surface. It wasn’t sporting a blade, but the fact did nothing to settle me.
“What is that?”
“It’s my personal stamp. You probably haven’t seen it often. It lives in my safe since it’s so important. It’s required as a signature for all legal documents, especially to legitimize my property rights.” Rother stooped at the fireplace and laid the stamp down inside the hearth so the brass end sat in the flames.
“What are you doing?”
“It’s exquisitely made. Hand carved and unique. They have to be for such a purpose.”
“Then why are you putting it in the fire?” I wasn’t sure why I asked. The answer wasn’t likely to curb the unease slicing into my spine.
“I want you to understand something. I own the secrets of many powerful men. Men like the Head Constable and the Chief Magistrate. Secrets so damning they would do anything to keep them from coming public knowledge without question. Such as collecting my wayward husband if he decided to ever run off again.”
“I wouldn’t do that again. I swear.”
“You certainly can’t go home. There’s no place in Victoria for you anymore. Not with what you’ve witnessed, and done to your father. Which I must say surprised me a great deal. The last man from Victoria I knew that had an inkling of your father’s tastes disappeared some time ago. You may not be safe to go back. There’s no choice but to stay with me, because there’s nowhere else you can go.”
“But you knew he’d be here.”
“Of course. Some bridges need extra kerosene to burn them down.”
My heartbeat taunted me with its erratic drumming. Rother was up to something and it made me continue to test my shackles despite knowing it was useless. He watched the stamp in the dancing flames with a wild fascination bordering on obsession.
“You’re mine, Nathan, and you always will be. You need to be made to understand this.”
“I do.” Rother’s tone was so even and unnatural, I would have agreed to anything.
He sighed and shook his head. “Ah, but you can’t be completely trusted. Even with the help I have to insure it.” Rother picked up the stamp, regarding the heated end as he stood upright.
My throat seized, barely allowing the strength of a whisper. “What are you doing?”
“We need something to make sure everyone else understands as much as you do.”
Panic seized me. While he brandishing the stamp, Rother wrapped his arm around my head, holding it firm. “No, Rother! Please!” I could feel the radiating heat closing in against the side of my neck.
Rother’s words ghosted against my temple. “You’re my greatest prize, Nathan.”
I came unhinged, tugging and jerking against my bonds, knowing full well I had nowhere to go. The urge to flee overwhelmed me.
“No, Rother! Don’t do this!”
“Shh… this will only take a moment.”
All at once came the white hot agony, the smoke, the sizzle and scent of burning meat, and an unfamiliar, inhuman scream that shredded my throat raw.
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May 16, 2016
It’s here! It’s here! Wayward Ink Publishing #scifi #sale #mmromance #lgbt
And it begins!!! What a great sale idea! Retweet! Share! Tell all your friends!!!
May 16-22, 2016, all Wayward Ink Publishing science fiction titles will be on sale! This includes my novels, The Luxorian Fugitive and A Cook’s Tale. See below for the list of participating sites you can purchase from.
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35% Off at All Romance eBooks (ARe)
Third Party sites such as: Amazon, Apple, B&N, Google, Hoopla, Ingram, Kobo, Overdrive, Scribd, & Storytel will have sale prices rounded off to .49 and .99 cents per site requirements. (I have to admit, some of those companies I’ve never heard of before, but I know they’re legit. LOL)
All the above links take you to the pages for The Luxorian Fugitive and from there you can find the rest!
The Harvest Young: Bound by Fate by M.A. Church #excerpt #giveaway #scifi #mmromance
Blurb:
Half human and half Tah’Narian, Szin doesn’t fit with either race. His appearance is mainly human, but he’s able to have a young. Unfortunately, that’s his only Tah’Narian characteristic. He’s smaller and weaker than other young.
Szin’s eighteenth birthday has passed and time’s running out. He has to stop his childhood friend, Takeo, from making the worst mistake of his life: claiming Szin as a mate. Takeo deserves an equal who’s as fierce as he is, something Szin most certainly is not.
Since before Takeo was born, he’s known Szin was his. Nothing and no one, not even Szin, is going to stand in the way of claiming his mate. He understands Szin feels he isn’t good enough, and he’ll do anything to convince Szin otherwise. Including taking drastic measures to ensure his mate listens.
Takeo is the ultimate blend of human, Tah’Narian, and Onfrevian DNA. He’s pure predator, and his sights are set on his mate.
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Excerpt:
“Takeo, you need to put me down.”
Takeo swatted Szin’s ass. “You don’t give the orders here.”
“How’s this, then? Either get me on my feet, or I’m liable to throw up all down the back of you. Not kidding here.”
A rumbling, ominous noise sounded, one Takeo wasn’t sure a body was supposed to make. That got his attention. Without hesitation he set Szin back on his feet. Szin turned green, and Takeo quickly grabbed Szin’s wrist and rubbed a spot on it.
Szin sighed and delicately rubbed his stomach.
“You okay now?” Takeo asked.
“Yeah, much. Neat little trick. I really thought I was going to spew.”
Takeo frowned. Szin was trembling and pale. A simple stun shouldn’t have done that, nor should have what he injected Szin with. “What did you eat last?”
“Um, I think….” Szin rubbed his forehead. “Icing off the birthday cake right before I went to bed.”
Takeo wanted to shake Szin. “Do you mean to tell me that after two big slices—with loads of that homemade ice cream your dad made—you were eating icing straight? No wonder you feel nauseated.”
Szin glared at Takeo. “Yeah, it couldn’t have anything to do with being stunned, then injected with something to knock me out, right? No possible connection there.”
Author Bio:
M.A. Church is a true Southern belle who spent many years in the elementary education sector. Now she spends her days lost in fantasy worlds, arguing with hardheaded aliens on far-off planets, herding her numerous shifters, or trying to tempt her country boys away from their fishing poles. It’s a full time job, but hey, someone’s gotta do it!
When not writing, she’s exploring the latest M/M novel to hit the market, watching her beloved Steelers, or sitting glued to HGTV. That’s if she’s not on the back porch tending to the demanding wildlife around the pond in the backyard. The ducks are very outspoken. She’s married to her high school sweetheart, and they have two children.
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May 10, 2016
Free Reads!! Wednesday Briefs – Innocence & Carnality Part 44
Just a reminder: Part One of Innocence & Carnality will be coming to a close soon, and later pulled from the blog for future publication purposes. Part Two will be part of the finished novel. I will keep you up to date. Promise.
There will be future stories with the Wednesday Briefers and some version of I&C will still be found on Gay Authors.org along with most of my written work. Be sure to check it out.
Now… onto the next installment.
How will Nathan absorb the truth of this new reveal?
Click here to start from the beginning
Part 44
“You knew about this?” I asked.
Rother knelt to meet my father’s incredulous stare. “Of course I did, it was scheduled. Why do you think your personal items just arrived? He brought them.”
Even with his wrists bound and nowhere to go, Arthur shifted in some vain attempt at modesty. A furious blush stained the sheen of his sallow skin. Were I in Victoria, I would have averted my eyes, but Rother wished me to see this—needed me to see this. It was all part of my Delaga House education. The more I learned, the more my innocence eroded.
“He’s a regular client?”
“Be quiet, Rother!” my father snarled. With his current position, his demands would have been comical if the whole scene wasn’t so unseemly.
Rother patted Arthur’s head with the fondness of a pet. “Arthur’s accumulated himself quite a debt over the years. Samantha’s time is not for poor men.”
“Client confidentiality, Rother!” Samantha spat.
“Not in this case, my dear. Nathan has a right to understand.”
The silent communication between the men in my life spoke a litany of truths and tenuous confidences. Their eyes threw sparks of defiance back and forth, the challenge clear. It was only a matter of who would win out and my father was at a serious disadvantage.
Even stunned as I was, I watched for whatever Arthur tried to hide and Rother wanted me to glean. It didn’t take long.
“You exchanged his balance for my hand in marriage,” I said.
Rother stood and held my chin with a gentle touch. “We each had something the other wanted. I wanted a handsome, intelligent, and pure spouse to hold on my arm. While Arthur wanted to indulge in ways a nobleman couldn’t bring himself to ask for in Victoria.”
“A business transaction.”
Why this left me somber, I couldn’t say. It was hardly a revelation. All the fantasies of my youth and their rules and regulations were fast losing their power.
“Exactly.” He grazed his knuckles along my cheek. “But don’t let that sadden you, my sweet Nathan. You are still the grandest of all prizes.”
Samantha raised her voice in interruption. “A word, Rother.”
“One moment, my dear.”
“Now.”
Samantha gripped Rother by the arm and dragged him aside. The two began to argue over Delaga House’s sanctity of silence and how breaking into the session violated every principal they had. I cared little for the discussion because my eyes were focused elsewhere.
“Nathan, release me this instant,” my father said.
He used the commanding tone which made me quiver as a child. Seeing him tethered and naked, still quaking with the remnants of his eroticized abuse, only left me nauseous. His authority unraveled, I stepped closer, staring down my nose to give him a taste of the irony.
“Do you remember when I said those same words, father? Five years ago. The day you locked me in the chastity belt. I begged and demanded to be freed. You refused, of course, telling me it was required because my attraction to other men was sick and degrading. It was necessary to maintain my virtue to be sure some lord in a country far away might some day take pity on me and make me a proper gentleman.” I swallowed at the memories which haunted me to this day. “You called me a blight on the family that needed to be contained to prevent a shame that would doom us all.”
“I had no choice. Your future was at stake. Now unlock me.”
I gave a sad laugh through my gritted teeth as a tear rolled down my cheek. “No, you didn’t care one second about that. Your only concern was protecting your reputation like a good little Victorian. Protecting yourself from the perverse inclinations of your son, while you flitted off to Francine on one of your many business trips to do”—I gestured about the room—“this.”
My father yelped as I yanked free the phallus still embedded in his backside. Turning it slowly, I regarded it, my grip steady in spite of my revulsion. It was long and dense in my hand with a heft I hadn’t expected.
“All the etiquette and protocol forced on me… by you. Your grasp of honorable decorum is deplorable.”
Arthur’s demands began to border on desperation. “It was your duty. I did what was best for you. The key is in the cabinet. Unlock me, Nathan.”
“When I tried to unlock myself from that horrible belt and shamed myself in front of the family and staff, do you remember what you did?”
My knuckles whitened as I squeezed the dildo’s handle.
“You beat me, you miserable bastard!”
His head jerked as I cracked the toy across his face with all my strength. Rage blurred my vision as I bludgeoned my father over and over. I ignored the blood spraying the furniture’s leather, and the pained cries of the man who should have been my role model.
“Does this feel good, you sick piece of shit?”
“Nathan, No!” Samantha shouted.
There was no pleasure for him now. Our positions reversed, I wouldn’t allow it. I lost myself, years of pent up misery unleashing itself about his head and neck. He tried to retreat, but his restraints prevented it and he crumpled to the floor. I refused to stop.
The phallus was slapped from my hands. I surged forward, intent on continuing with my fists, but a flurry of hands pulled me away. When I fought it, the room flipped over in my vision. I ended on my back, slammed to the floor. Samantha loomed over me, pinning me in place.
“Stop this instant,” she hissed.
Blythe stormed into the room from the open viewing hall entrance. “Fucking hell! What’s all the noise?” He scanned the suite, ending with me. “What the fuck’s going on?”
Rother stood away from it all, looking oddly amused. “Well… that went better than I expected.”
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May 7, 2016
COMING SOON! Wayward Ink Publishing #scifi #sale #mmromance
Have you seen?
May 16-22, 2016, all Wayward Ink Publishing science fiction titles will be on sale! This includes my novels, The Luxorian Fugitive and A Cook’s Tale. See below for the list of participating sites you can purchase from.
40% off at Wayward Ink Publishing (WIP) Best Prices here!
35% Off at All Romance eBooks (ARe)
Third Party sites such as: Amazon, Apple, B&N, Google, Hoopla, Ingram, Kobo, Overdrive, Scribd, & Storytel will have sale prices rounded off to .49 and .99 cents per site requirements. (I have to admit, some of those companies I’ve never heard of before, but I know they’re legit. LOL)
Have questions? Just ask!
May 6, 2016
LAB RAT by Nephy Hart! #excerpt
LAB RAT
NEPHY HART
At thirteen, Gabriel was subjected to experimentation designed to awaken latent psychic abilities.
He’s been locked in a downward spiral of self-destruction ever since.
Then one night he meets Laurie, who is the antithesis of everything Gabriel’s become: cheerful, optimistic, and comfortable in his own skin.
Laurie pursues Gabriel. But Gabriel no longer believes in love. With a dark past and a history of disastrous relationships, he’s promised himself ‘no more’. Laurie, however, won’t let go, no matter how many obstacles Gabriel places in his way.
When Gabriel starts hearing voices in his head, he realizes they belong to the scientists who experimented on him. Worse, they’re trying to track him down.
With the past nipping at his heels, Gabriel and Laurie flee together.
Can they outrun the enemy? Can they save Gabriel before either his life or his sanity are forfeit?
And is Gabriel as helpless as he, or Laurie, thinks he is?
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EXCERPT
I take my clothes off. Maybe just to leave something behind. Something of me. Maybe so someone will find them and know. And it’s as easy as that—easy to stand naked on the edge of the water, curling my toes in the deep cold of the water’s margin. A gentle breeze raises the hairs on my body, making me shiver a little. The thought that it’ll soon be over lifts a huge weight from my shoulders, and I feel light and free. It’s been a long time since I’ve been without fear… such a long time. I feel empty, but in a good way. At last, an end. At last.
I’m almost happy when I step into the lake. All I’m aware of are the cold water, the bright moon, the sounds of the night, but it doesn’t hurt. Nothing hurts anymore. The Chair isn’t going to have me now; no one is. I laugh. It’s such a free laugh. The sound of it surprises me.
I walk on… and then there’s nothing beneath my feet. The shore simply falls away and so do I. I can tell I’m in deep water, very deep. I don’t resist as the water closes over my head. The peace is even deeper here. There’s no sound at all but the hammering of my blood in my ears. Now, all I have to do is take a breath—just one breath—and it’s out of my hands.
An image of Laurie flashes through my mind and I fight to shake it. I open my mouth and water floods in. It’s not the dirty, muddy water I was expecting, but cool, clear water that, in other circumstances, would’ve been refreshing.
Damn, I’m coming up fast. I need to do it now. If I fill my lungs with water I’ll sink. Simple as… simple as that. Simple. Laurie. No, don’t think of him. The water hits the back of my throat and the gag reflex kicks in. This is it. I’m gagging. Stop gagging and take a breath. Just one. Just one breath. Breathe, now!
Oh hell, my head’s above water. Can’t breathe. Gagging. Stop. Breathe in, just one breath. Do it, Gabriel—do it now. Just one breath. One. I’m going under again. There’s water in my chest. I can feel it and it hurts like hell. I can’t stop gagging, but at least it’ll be over soon.
Laurie. No… I…. No. Stop fighting. It’ll stop hurting soon. Laurie. It’ll stop soon. Laurie. Ah fuck.
With a powerful stroke, I break free of the water and gulp a breath of fresh air. Before I can go down again, I fight for the shore. The underwater ledge hits my chest. God, it’s hard to drag myself out. I’m coughing like hell, and tears stream down my face.
As if there isn’t enough water.
I manage to haul myself out of the water and stagger to the shore before collapsing on my knees, vomiting juice and lake water. After another coughing fit, I vomit again and collapse to one side, avoiding the puddle of sick.
God, my chest hurts. Damn, damn, damn. One breath. That’s all it would’ve taken. One damn breath and it would’ve been over. Just one breath. Damn him. Damn him to hell! Just one breath. I don’t think it would’ve hurt more than the breaths I’m taking now. God, my chest hurts. Coughing brings up bursts of water that come out of my nose and mouth. I feel half-drowned. If only I could’ve got the other half right.
I’m getting tired now, and I have an idea that falling asleep wouldn’t be a good thing. Why not? Dying of exposure wouldn’t be a bad option. It’s hard to relax when my chest and throat feel like I’ve inhaled acid and I keep having coughing fits.
God, it’s a mess. I’m a mess. Isn’t there enough water around without these tears? Oh great. Now I can’t stop crying. I can’t.… Huge wracking sobs bubble up and burst from me. There’s no one to hear me, so I really let it all out.
The crying makes me cough up more water. I don’t care. This is such a mess. I’m making such a fuck up of my life, and I’m even a failure at ending it.
I’ve absolutely no idea how long I spend howling. Eventually the cold seeps into my bones and I have to get up. I can’t even die by doing nothing. That son of a bitch won’t leave me alone. He won’t let go. Now he won’t even let me die in peace. Right. Well, I’m not giving in to him. I’m damn well going to…. What am I going to do? I can’t even lie down and die. I’m pathetic.
I suppose I have to go back. What else can I do? The bastard’s going to haunt me until I can get him out of my life properly. By then, who knows? Maybe I can find a reason to live or the balls to die. Right, well. If this world is so set on keeping me in it, then it can bloody well prove it. I’m going to swim across the lake. I’m a good swimmer, but I’m sick and exhausted. Maybe I’ll get lucky.
AUTHOR BIO
Nephy Hart was born into a poor mining family in the South Wales Valleys. Until she was 16, the toilet was at the bottom of the garden and the bath hung on the wall. Her refrigerator was a stone slab in the pantry and there was a black lead fireplace in the kitchen. They look lovely in a museum but aren’t so much fun to clean.
Nephy has always been a storyteller. As a child, she’d make up stories for her nieces, nephews and cousin and they’d explore the imaginary worlds she created, in play.
Later in life, Nephy became the storyteller for a re enactment group who travelled widely, giving a taste of life in the Iron Age. As well as having an opportunity to run around hitting people with a sword, she had an opportunity to tell stories of all kinds, sometimes of her own making, to all kinds of people. The criticism was sometimes harsh, especially from the children, but the reward enormous.
It was here she began to appreciate the power of stories and the primal need to hear them. In ancient times, the wandering bard was the only source of news, and the storyteller the heart of the village, keeping the lore and the magic alive. Although much of the magic has been lost, the stories still provide a link to the part of us that still wants to believe that it’s still there, somewhere.
In present times, Nephy lives in a terraced house in the valleys with her son, dog, bearded dragon (called Smaug of course) and three cats. Her daughter has deserted her for the big city, but they’re still close. She’s never been happier since she was made redundant and is able to devote herself entirely to her twin loves of writing and art
May 3, 2016
Free Reads!! Wednesday Briefs – Innocence & Carnality Part 43
Hello everyone! When I started Innocence & Carnality, I had no idea no great a response I’d get. I can’t thank you all enough for your continued support. It began as a prompt response on Gay Authors.org, but I wasn’t ready to complete it so it’s sat on my to be written pile for some time. When I joined the Wednesday Briefers, I found a way to write it with my hectic schedule. Strangely enough, the 1k format has slowed my progress as I craft each installment to fit inside the size restraints. But it’s been so worth it! The story has been so well received! I can’t thank all the readers enough!
Now, 43+ chapters in, I made a decision I wasn’t originally planning on when I started. I feel like I have some special here so I want to be able to submit I&C for publication once the first draft is complete and revised into a proper novel format.
But to do this, I need to do two things:
One – I need to take off the restraint of the 1k format in spite of how fun it is. Otherwise, it could be another year before we’re finished. (Yes, there’s still a lot to go, so think of this as Part One and Part Two will be a published version including a totally revamped Part One.)
Two – In order to make the future sale viable without having to wait a ridiculously long time to get it out of the public eye, I’ll need to pull the story from my blog soon once I get us to a proper stopping point. We’re not there yet. I’ll keep you up to date.
For some people this will really suck. I get this and you have no idea how complicated a decision this has been, but it’s the only way I can push forward and make I&C the success I believe it can be. There will be future stories with the Wednesday Briefers and some version of I&C will still be found on Gay Authors.org along with most of my written work. Be sure to check it out.
Now… onto the next installment.
What’s in this room, Rother?
Click here to start from the beginning
Part 43
“This is depraved,” I said.
Unlike the sensual mood lighting in the others, this last room gave off a disquieting pallor. Various pieces of furniture—many I couldn’t discern the use for—decorated the space in dark leather upholstery, many with manacles attached to the iron framework. A circle of wrought iron chains hung in the center like some macabre chandelier. Blood red walls finished the sinister impression.
An older man kneeled on the floor near one odd bench, his wrist fastened to the cuffs dangling off either end. Wearing only a leather hood buckled closed around his neck, his position allowed him no movement as Samantha struck him across his bare back with her riding crop.
Rother turned a knob I’d missed and tinny sounds came alive allowing me to hear everything inside.
“This room is more soundproofed than the rest,” he said.
I winced as I saw and heard the next strike across his buttocks as well as his cry he tried to hold in. Dressed neck to heel in an ominous form-fitting suit of leather and straps, Samantha surveyed the red lines blossoming on his skin, matching others already there. Her bright hair tied back gave her sensuous features a severity bordering on dangerous. Another crack and scream made me jump. The man’s cries were partially smothered by the mask covering his mouth.
Even Samantha’s voice took on a more domineering edge, engaging my inner instinct to comply. “Don’t move, I said.”
“She’s brutalizing him,” I whispered.
“No, she’s punishing him.”
“Why in the world would she do such a thing?”
Rother huffed in annoyance. “It’s hardly against his will.”
“He asked for this?”
“Of course he did.”
I shook my head in disbelief, yet couldn’t tear my stare away. “I can’t believe that.”
“You need proof? His cock is hard.”
I didn’t want to believe it, but Rother was correct. Given the man’s pose and the poor view, I might have missed it, but there it swayed stiff between his thighs. How could this be possible? There was little else about the man I found remarkable. His physique and coloring were quite ordinary in spite of the awkward situation. Unease ate at my stomach seeing his pale skin shimmer with perspiration and his chest heaving with exertion.
Samantha paused, her sharp heels accenting her footsteps to the armoire. Opening the doors displayed a series of fearsome objects I could only guess about, yet most appeared no kinder than the last. These were far beyond the objects Rother kept on the night stand. The methodical method is which she studied her choices unnerved me. What could she be thinking? I gasped as she finished. The large phallus she chose matched the black leather covering her hands and was far too big to exist on a normal human male. Unstoppering a bottle, she drizzled oil over the toy, not stopping until its entire length and girth glistened.
“You’ve worn this long enough,” she said.
Reaching for the small handle protruding between his cheeks, he grunted as she pulled out a more normal sized phallus from his rear. She tossed it to one side and placed her free hand to his lower back.
“Don’t come or I’ll be very cross with you.”
Samantha pressed the larger phallus’ tip to his anus and pushed it inside. Suffocated howls filled the room as she violated his backside. His erection twitched and pulsed, leaking a thread of fluid to join the growing pool on the floor.
“He’s enjoying this?”
“For some, the lines of pleasure and pain are a knot that can’t be untied.”
“How can you know for sure?”
Rother’s lack of response finally pulled me from the grotesquerie being preformed behind the glass. I prayed it wasn’t occurring for my benefit. His brow arched and the malevolent timbre chilled me.
“Let’s ask him, shall we?”
“What? Rother, you can’t be serious!”
My protest died in my lips as Rother grabbed the doorknob and burst into the room, dragging me behind. The masked man gave a muffled howl at the intrusion and Samantha looked less than pleased. Her furious eyes flashed briefly to me then she turned her displeasure on Rother.
“This is highly inappropriate.” While not directed my way, her tone made me cringe.
The masked man tugged at his restraints which failed to give him escape. Everything about his body screamed panic. He didn’t stop thrashing until Rother clasped a hand on the top of his masked head.
“Calm down already,” Rother said.
“What are you doing, Rother?” Samantha asked.
“Educating my husband. My dear Nathan wanted to understand what kind of man enjoys this kind of play. I saw no reason to deny him the lesson.”
Samantha’s eyes narrowed in challenge. “No, Rother.”
“You’re the one who said I needed to show him more. Are you backing off from that assessment?”
“That’s not what I meant and you know it. Don’t do this.”
“You’ve abused this man in the most degrading and creative ways for how many years and now you’re finding your moral center?”
The man whimpered behind the leather as Rother reached for the mask’s first fastener. His tremors increased with the quickness of his breaths, along with my sympathy. A deafening drum beat crashed through the room, which turned out only to be my heartbeat. Nothing about this moment should have been mine to witness, but fear held my feet in place. Fear of the bizarre scene and fear of how Rother might react if I ran, given his earnest need to show me all things Delaga House.
Samantha grabbed Rother by the wrist. “It doesn’t have to be this way.”
“It most certainly does.” Rother jerked his hand free and made quick work of the mask’s buckles. The stranger howled as the hood was torn away, leaving him still shackled, naked and sweating at Samantha’s feet. “Good to see you again, Arthur.”
My words fled me at the sight of my father.
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Free Reads!! Wednesday Briefs – Innocence & Carnality Part 42
Hello everyone! When I started Innocence & Carnality, I had no idea no great a response I’d get. I can’t thank you all enough for your continued support. It began as a prompt response on Gay Authors.org, but I wasn’t ready to complete it so it’s sat on my to be written pile for some time. When I joined the Wednesday Briefers, I found a way to write it with my hectic schedule. Strangely enough, the 1k format has slowed my progress as I craft each installment to fit inside the size restraints. But it’s been so worth it! The story has been so well received! I can’t thank all the readers enough!
Now, 43+ chapters in, I made a decision I wasn’t originally planning on when I started. I feel like I have some special here so I want to be able to submit I&C for publication once the first draft is complete and revised into a proper novel format.
But to do this, I need to do two things:
One – I need to take off the restraint of the 1k format in spite of how fun it is. Otherwise, it could be another year before we’re finished. (Yes, there’s still a lot to go, so think of this as Part One and Part Two will be a published version including a totally revamped Part One.)
Two – In order to make the future sale viable without having to wait a ridiculously long time to get it out of the public eye, I’ll need to pull the story from my blog soon once I get us to a proper stopping point. We’re not there yet. I’ll keep you up to date.
For some people this will really suck. I get this and you have no idea how complicated a decision this has been, but it’s the only way I can push forward and make I&C the success I believe it can be. There will be future stories with the Wednesday Briefers and some version of I&C will still be found on Gay Authors.org along with most of my written work. Be sure to check it out.
Now… onto the next installment.
What’s in this room, Rother?
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Part 43
“This is depraved,” I said.
Unlike the sensual mood lighting in the others, this last room gave off a disquieting pallor. Various pieces of furniture—many I couldn’t discern the use for—decorated the space in dark leather upholstery, many with manacles attached to the iron framework. A circle of wrought iron chains hung in the center like some macabre chandelier. Blood red walls finished the sinister impression.
An older man kneeled on the floor near one odd bench, his wrist fastened to the cuffs dangling off either end. Wearing only a leather hood buckled closed around his neck, his position allowed him no movement as Samantha struck him across his bare back with her riding crop.
Rother turned a knob I’d missed and tinny sounds came alive allowing me to hear everything inside.
“This room is more soundproofed than the rest,” he said.
I winced as I saw and heard the next strike across his buttocks as well as his cry he tried to hold in. Dressed neck to heel in an ominous form-fitting suit of leather and straps, Samantha surveyed the red lines blossoming on his skin, matching others already there. Her bright hair tied back gave her sensuous features a severity bordering on dangerous. Another crack and scream made me jump. The man’s cries were partially smothered by the mask covering his mouth.
Even Samantha’s voice took on a more domineering edge, engaging my inner instinct to comply. “Don’t move, I said.”
“She’s brutalizing him,” I whispered.
“No, she’s punishing him.”
“Why in the world would she do such a thing?”
Rother huffed in annoyance. “It’s hardly against his will.”
“He asked for this?”
“Of course he did.”
I shook my head in disbelief, yet couldn’t tear my stare away. “I can’t believe that.”
“You need proof? His cock is hard.”
I didn’t want to believe it, but Rother was correct. Given the man’s pose and the poor view, I might have missed it, but there it swayed stiff between his thighs. How could this be possible? There was little else about the man I found remarkable. His physique and coloring were quite ordinary in spite of the awkward situation. Unease ate at my stomach seeing his pale skin shimmer with perspiration and his chest heaving with exertion.
Samantha paused, her sharp heels accenting her footsteps to the armoire. Opening the doors displayed a series of fearsome objects I could only guess about, yet most appeared no kinder than the last. These were far beyond the objects Rother kept on the night stand. The methodical method is which she studied her choices unnerved me. What could she be thinking? I gasped as she finished. The large phallus she chose matched the black leather covering her hands and was far too big to exist on a normal human male. Unstoppering a bottle, she drizzled oil over the toy, not stopping until its entire length and girth glistened.
“You’ve worn this long enough,” she said.
Reaching for the small handle protruding between his cheeks, he grunted as she pulled out a more normal sized phallus from his rear. She tossed it to one side and placed her free hand to his lower back.
“Don’t come or I’ll be very cross with you.”
Samantha pressed the larger phallus’ tip to his anus and pushed it inside. Suffocated howls filled the room as she violated his backside. His erection twitched and pulsed, leaking a thread of fluid to join the growing pool on the floor.
“He’s enjoying this?”
“For some, the lines of pleasure and pain are a knot that can’t be untied.”
“How can you know for sure?”
Rother’s lack of response finally pulled me from the grotesquerie being preformed behind the glass. I prayed it wasn’t occurring for my benefit. His brow arched and the malevolent timbre chilled me.
“Let’s ask him, shall we?”
“What? Rother, you can’t be serious!”
My protest died in my lips as Rother grabbed the doorknob and burst into the room, dragging me behind. The masked man gave a muffled howl at the intrusion and Samantha looked less than pleased. Her furious eyes flashed briefly to me then she turned her displeasure on Rother.
“This is highly inappropriate.” While not directed my way, her tone made me cringe.
The masked man tugged at his restraints which failed to give him escape. Everything about his body screamed panic. He didn’t stop thrashing until Rother clasped a hand on the top of his masked head.
“Calm down already,” Rother said.
“What are you doing, Rother?” Samantha asked.
“Educating my husband. My dear Nathan wanted to understand what kind of man enjoys this kind of play. I saw no reason to deny him the lesson.”
Samantha’s eyes narrowed in challenge. “No, Rother.”
“You’re the one who said I needed to show him more. Are you backing off from that assessment?”
“That’s not what I meant and you know it. Don’t do this.”
“You’ve abused this man in the most degrading and creative ways for how many years and now you’re finding your moral center?”
The man whimpered behind the leather as Rother reached for the mask’s first fastener. His tremors increased with the quickness of his breaths, along with my sympathy. A deafening drum beat crashed through the room, which turned out only to be my heartbeat. Nothing about this moment should have been mine to witness, but fear held my feet in place. Fear of the bizarre scene and fear of how Rother might react if I ran, given his earnest need to show me all things Delaga House.
Samantha grabbed Rother by the wrist. “It doesn’t have to be this way.”
“It most certainly does.” Rother jerked his hand free and made quick work of the mask’s buckles. The stranger howled as the hood was torn away, leaving him still shackled, naked and sweating at Samantha’s feet. “Good to see you again, Arthur.”
My words fled me at the sight of my father.
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May 2, 2016
Mini Blog Tour – Sweet William by Dianne Hartsock #excerpt #mmromance
Title: Sweet William
Author: Dianne Hartsock
Genre: Gay Romance, Historical Romance
Length: Novella
Publisher: Wayward Ink Publishing
Synopsis
William Wilkerson leads the life of the privileged rich. Head of his father’s shipping business, he indulges to his heart’s content in the pleasures of the flesh with Boston’s finest young men.
That is, until he reunites with Fredrick: his former tutor and the one man who captured his heart.
But William’s father has declared Fredrick off limits. And Fredrick, himself, believes he’s beneath the attention of the Wilkerson heir.
After having lost his current pupil to graduation, and with no prospects of a replacement, Frederick is homeless, hungry, and easy pickings for the men on the docks.
When Frederick is shanghaied into service on William’s own merchant ship, will William discover his plight in time to rescue him?
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DIANNE HARTSOCK is the author of m/m erotic romance, both contemporary and fantasy, the psychological thriller, and anything else that comes to mind. Oh, and a floral designer. If she can’t be writing, at least she has the chance to create through the rich colors and textures of flowers and foliage to bring a smile to someone’s face.
Currently, Dianne lives in the Willamette Valley of Oregon with her incredibly patient husband, who puts up with the endless hours she spends hunched over the keyboard letting her characters play.
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April 28, 2016
Cover Reveal – Lurking in the Shadows #giveaway
Title: Lurking in the Shadows
Edited by: Jaidis Shaw
To Be Published: June 28th, 2016
Publisher: CHBB Publishing
Genre: Horror, Fantasy, Paranormal
Synopsis:
Embrace the darkness.
Murderous entities, haunted houses, screaming banshees, and sympathetic necromancers are just a few of the chilling things you’ll encounter in this anthology. Follow our authors into the shadows … if you dare.
Stories featured in this anthology include the following:
“An Empty Building” by Jacqueline E. Smith
“Bump in the Night, Inc” by Melody Black
“Dorcha Scath” by Liz Butcher
“Living Nightmare” by Savannah Rohleder
“Lizzie” by Tania Hagan
“On Two Lane Roads” by Shelly Schulz
“Release” by E.M. Fitch
“Revenant” by Stacey Jaine McIntosh
“Scream for the Night” by Gina A. Watson
“Too Young To Kill” by Lily Luchesi
Add Lurking in the Shadows to your GoodReads TBR!
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Kindle copy of Death Love Lust by Various
Kindle copy of Destiny Awaits by Jaidis Shaw
Ebook copy of The Cure by Tania Hagan
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