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Holiday Card?

If anybody is interested in receiving a holiday card from me, just send me a message at stephani@stephanihecht.com *EDITED TO ADD RIGHT EMAIL ADDY* ~blush~

Yes, Authors can suffer from exhaustion, too.

 

I have some good and bad news.  The bad news is that Braxton’s Salvation will be coming out on December 1st instead of the 15th. I feel like a donkey’s butt for letting  you guys down. I was just released from the hospital, yet again, due to complications from exhaustion.

Fret not, however, I will have something for you for the 1st. It will just be a small 5K release with a portion going to the Ruth Ellis Center which many of you know is one of my favorite charities.

As promised, here is a brief blurb, please be patient with me since I am still on meds so there will be some typos.

The  Odds Maker

One things was for certain, having the names Wright, Justice, Salvation and  Defeat   sucked big time. Not only did it make them the butt end of jokes, but it also sounded like something a romance writers, with an over-inflated ego, would name the characters of their books.

Then again, the subject 198′s children had little choice in any matters, let alone their name. Breed and born in a lab, they’re a mutation of shifter mixed with human. They are also the last secret the human government holds about the shifter world.

So,the last thing they need is for Wright to spot a certain Wolf halfling. One that is so cute, Wright doesn’t even notice that Wolf walks with a limp and has worse asthma issues than a nerd from an eighties movie. But, finding a mate is something that his owners have forbidden Wright from every doing.

So, just how does one go about leaving a branch of the government, that doesn’t allow anybody to leave–that is unless they are in a body bag.

 

 

 

Warning-This book ends as a hopefully, happily ever after. Yeah, Braxton’s Salvation will tell the wholes story in detail.

 

 

And here is a real video from some of the kids at the Ruth Ellis Center

Coming Soon!

The Odds Maker. A new short for the Lost Shifter Series. Available November 15th at extasyooks.com and devinedestinies.com.

The Chronicles of Shane-Part Five

I see London, I see France, I see some fuck-head of a Mountain Lion’s underpants.

Shane grimaced, wondering why in the hell the guy had chosen to wear boxers that had the Ghostbusters theme on it. Not only was it sacrilegious to let such a slimy ass near such a classic of a movie, but Halloween had passed a few days ago. So, it was time to bust out something new that better fit the upcoming holidays.

A shudder went through Shane as he realized that maybe that was because the Mountain Lion hadn’t changed at all since Halloween. Now, Shane was usually the last one to give fashion tips. He didn’t care about matching, which was okay since he only wore all back anyways. But, he’d been known to walk around with a little bit of dirt and a whole lot of blood all over him from time-to-time. While it never bothered him, for some reason the rest of the coalition always got their tails tied up in knots over it.

He let out a sigh, he’d never understand sane people.

“Are we going to beat the shit out of this guy or are you going to stare at him all day?” Carson gripped. “It’s so cold, I lost my left nut a few feet back.”

“Just be patient,” Shane replied, never taking his gaze off the target.

They were crouched behind a beat-up car, outside an even more beat-up club. A dive, with the reputation of being one step up from the Thunderdome, the nightly death count sometimes reached double digits. More than once, the owners had tried to hire Shane as a bouncer, so he could make everybody play nice before all the customers were killed off.

“Seriously, it snapped clean off and is laying on the ground.”

“I’m sure it’s a pitiful sight and I’m sorry for your loss, but I have other things to worry about.”

“That’s easy for you to say. The whole coalition is saying that Trevor has your balls anyways. They say you’re losing your edge.”

In one fluid motion Shane flipped his wrist, dropping the blade that was hidden up his sleeve.  Before Carson could react, Shane had the blade pointed at the Panther’s groin.

“If they’re saying that, then maybe I better get an extra set. If I wear them around my neck, maybe they’d get the message,” Shane mused in a calm voice.

Carson paled. “I thought we were friends.”

“We are. Anybody else would already be singing soprano right now.”

“I sometimes wonder why I hang out with you at all.”

“Because I’m the only one who puts up with your crap,” Shane replied bluntly.

Deciding that Carson had sweated enough, Shane pulled his arm away and retracted the blade. After all, he did like the guy, so he didn’t want to make Carson bleed…much.

“What are we waiting for?” Carson asked again, this time in a more polite tone, which had to be a first for him.

“I want to make sure that when we do pin him down that none of his buddies are around, that way we have plenty of time to question him. From what I hear, he has some information on the Scorpion bitch.”

“Really?” Carson tilted his head to the side, his green highlights glinting in the streetlights.

“Yeah, they’re lovers.”

Shane almost choked on the last word.

Carson made a face of utter disgust. “Duuuuuuuuuude, that is just so wrong.”

“Not all of us are gay,” Shane drawled.

“I know that. It’s just the thought of getting close to her at all. She has venom dripping in so many places, she’s just sticky and gross.”

Shane couldn’t argue that one. The chick was disgusting and that said something since he once had to fight a mutated Raven shifter, who was wearing nothing but a thong and some horribly misplaced pasties.

Luck was with them, because the Mountain Lion’s friends were going back into the club and the jerk was heading their way. Bingo! He hadn’t even realized it when they’d hidden, but the piece of shit car actually belonged to their target. How wonderful for them.

It would have been easy for even a rookie to tell the Mountain Lion was a rogue. His dark, blond hair was unkempt and greasy. His clothes were about two sizes too big and looked like rejects from the charity bin. His jeans were so dirty that they were actually shiny in places, while his flannel shirt lacked several buttons. He didn’t even have laces in his worn, brown work boots.

Giving a nod to Carson, Shane leapt to his feet. Before the Mountain Lion could even have a chance to see him, Shane pinned the overly thin man down and had the edge of his blade to the feline’s throat.

The Mountain Lion opened his mouth to scream, but Shane put a finger to the guy’s mouth to shush him.

“It’s you,” the feline managed to stammered.

“And, it’s you…Rock,” Shane replied in a cold voice.

Rock began to shake. It was common knowledge that you never, ever wanted Shane to know your name, because death usually followed.

Carson snorted. “Rock? Really? Are you that hard up for some bad-ass vibes that you had to resort to stealing as human wrestler’s name? That’s just sad.”

“What do you want from me?” Rock asked Shane.

“Not much, just a bit of information on your girlfriend. And don’t even think about trying to insult my intelligence by acting like you don’t know who she is?”

It would seem Rock was as dumb as his name suggested because he shook his head. “I honestly don’t know.”

Letting out a snarl, Shane lifted his blade. Only instead of bringing it down across Rock’s neck, Shane aimed for his wrist.

Rock let out a scream as his hand was cleanly sliced from his arm. The doors to the bar opened, but Carson lifted up his AK-47 and pointing at the crowd.  Using his best Officer Barbrady voice, Carson called, “Nothing to see here. Move along you, lookie-loos.”

When they continued to stand there, Carson sprayed the area by their feet with gunfire. “Seriously, get the fuck back inside…Now!!!!”

Once they were alone again, Shane smiled down at Rock. “Now, I suggest that you get cooperative pretty soon. My friend over there told me that I need some balls. So, I may as well take yours. I wonder how much your girlfriend will like you if you came back a Eunuch?”

“You wouldn’t do that?” Rock challenged.

“If you know anything about me at all, you know that not only will I do that, but a whole lot worse. So, if I were you I would get to talking.”

 

Available now at eXtasy Books: Whoever said that porn i...

Available now at eXtasy Books:

 

Whoever said that porn is easy should be shot…then drawn…then quartered.

One older, sophisticated man with more money than the Donald. One younger guy who is clueless and poor. What could possibly go wrong?

Desperate for money because of a friend’s medical bills, Patrick found himself contemplating something that he never thought he would…doing gay porn. But, before he can even finish his audition, he’s shown the backdoor and kicked out.

Vance, the owner of the porn company, knows from the instant he sees Patrick that he and he alone should be the only one to ever touch the younger man. He tracks Patrick and offers him a job…off camera.

Patrick agrees, and the two men soon find themselves growing closer to each other. Will they be able to get through their insecurities, or will their story be over before it even began?

 

Excerpt:

The blond entered the room like a frightened rabbit, his eyes racing all over to check out every detail. Vance smiled as the young man tripped over absolutely nothing.

“Poor thing. What are you doing here, little bunny?” Vance asked. He scooted to the edge of the seat as the young man stripped off his shirt.

“Oh yeah, honey, take it off,” he encouraged even though he knew the blond couldn’t hear him.

Boredom evaporated like the morning mist as pale, white flesh glowed under the studio lights.

“I bet you look amazing on camera,” Vance whispered.

In a roomful of other half naked males, the slim young man wouldn’t stand out, but in a studio in the right light, he glowed like a fine jewel.

The door opened behind him. His director Ross Franks entered.

“Here’s his paperwork. He’s barely twenty and doesn’t appear to be too adventurous, but that doesn’t usually matter with a sweet young thing like that. The subscribers will be soaking their pants over him,” Ross said with a grin.

For once, the thought of their audience gleeful over a new body didn’t fill Vance with the tingle of anticipated money. It made him queasy.

“Who are you matching him with?” Vance asked. He tried to keep his voice as disinterested as possible. He’d never live it down if Ross noticed his interest in one of his potential employees. The problem with owning a porn studio was the men were more than willing to sleep their way to the top.

In the past Vance had let a few of them try.

“I’m thinking Thor,” Ross said. “He’s a big guy, so he’d be a good contrast to Patrick there.”

“Maybe too big.” Vance tensed at the image of their biggest top hurting the fragile looking blond. Thor wouldn’t intentionally hurt the newbie. Despite his appearance, the large man didn’t have a mean bone in his body. However, the man might be too much for a young star’s first try.

“What about Lane? He’s always good with the young ones,” Ross proposed.

“True. Give him a five-minute interview. I want to see how Patrick interacts with other actors.” He didn’t really want to see Patrick with any of them, but it would be odd to not let him try.

“Will do, boss,” Ross patted him on the shoulder and walked away.

Vance stared at Patrick as he slid off his pants, folded them neatly, then set them on the chair by the door where he had placed his shirt.

With only a brief hesitation, the slim man pulled down his underwear, exposing a set of firm buns.

“Nice boy. Very nice,” Vance approved when Patrick turned sideways, giving Vance an excellent view of both **** and ass.

He bit back a growl of disapproval when Lane entered the room wearing nothing but a tiny pair of briefs. Poor Patrick didn’t harden at the sight of the big muscular jock. If anything, he looked even more nervous.

“Don’t stress honey, I don’t bite. At least not unless you like that,” Lane said in what he probably thought was a sexy manner, but it made Vance want to bash his head in.

He gritted his teeth against the violent urge he felt toward one of his top money makers. As Lane slid a hand down Patrick’s arm, Vance dreamily imagined ripping it from its socket.

Patrick remained still while Lane leaned forward to kiss him.

Vance hit the buzzer that he knew echoed in the room. He smiled when Lane jerked back from Patrick.

“That’s right, don’t you touch him.” Vance scowled.

Possessiveness burned through him. He didn’t like the idea of anyone touching the sweet boy in the other room.

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No longer AWOL

Hey gang! Sorry for the long overdue update. I promise to post some pics from GRL soon and I also know I owe you all a Chronicles of Shane, too. I will have it all done by the end of the week.  In the meantime here is an amazing video from Google Employees about Marriage Equality.

 

 

 

National Coming Out Day

Get EQUAL Video-Come out,Come out, wherever you are!
 

MACKLEMORE & RYAN LEWIS – SAME LOVE

I remember a conversation that Cody and I had a while back. He told me that when he first realized that he was gay, he would have done anything to change it. He was scared, terrified of being hated and felt as if he were the only boy who thought the way he did. I believed that I understood at the time, but I was wrong…so very, very wrong.  It was only after watching this video and song that I finally got it. I am so glad that Cody has found his place in the world and I can’t wait to watch the rest of his journey. I know it’s going to be magical.

A Parent’s Journey

A very touching video about a father’s personal journey of acceptance toward his daughters same-sex marriage.