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October 29, 2022
For those who want more Mark/Quinn
OMG, how could I have forgotten to post about this? A while back I came across something called CNC- consensual non-consent, which is kind of like role-playing. So I whipped up a little something I call... wait for it... CNC.
I regained consciousness in a surprisingly elegant room, which I studied through my lashes. I was too experienced to give any indication I was awake and aware. My arms were secured above my head, not a painful position, but not exactly the epitome of comfort. However, the bed I was lying on was so soft it almost swallowed me in its embrace.
“It’s good to see you’re with us once again, Mr. Bridger.”
Shit. I recognized that voice, even though I’d only heard it on surveillance tapes. “Double D,” I said coolly, hoping to throw the man off. Word in the intelligence community was he loathed that nickname.
He laughed softly. “Trying to get under my skin, Bridge?”
I ground my teeth. I hated that shortened form of my name. “To tell the truth, I’m surprised to find you here and not your sister.”
“She’ll be devastated to learn she was missed.”
I didn’t reply to that beyond the scoffing sound I made. They were known as the Deadly Duo, another reason for “Double D.” Her name was Dulcie Dylan—a sweet name for a poisonous bitch—and his was Dalton Dylan. God alone knew if those were their real names.
“No, seriously, Bryce, everyone enjoys being appreciated.”
I ignored that. “To what do I owe the honor, Dalton?”
“I thought it was time we met. We’ve been playing cat and mouse for too long.”
“So this is personal?” I closed my eyes to indicate my utter boredom with the situation.
“I like to think so.” He ran a hand up my thigh, and I jerked, the sudden knowledge that I was naked causing a heated flush to rise up over my body. How could I not have known something like that?
“You’re a sick bastard,” I snarled at him.
He just laughed again. “That’s one of the things I like about you, Bridge. You’re so… feisty.”
“Son of a bitch.” I tugged futilely at the cuffs fastening my wrists to what I now discovered was the headboard of the oh-so-comfortable bed.
“Now, now. You don’t want to hurt those elegant wrists of yours, do you?”
“What do you care?”
“Ah, Bridge, I’m cut to the quick you’d think I wanted you to injure yourself.”
“Then what do you want?”
“A taste of that delectable ass of yours.”
“I’m not gay.”
“You don’t have to be. All you have to do is lie there and think of the CBI while I fuck you.”
The agency I worked for—the Central Bureau of Intelligence.
“No.” I turned my head to glare at him.
“Oh, Mr. Bridger, you’re hardly in a position to deny me.” He came close enough to the bed so I could finally see him. His twin sister was lovely, but he… in spite of what I’d said, my mouth began to water. He stood about six foot three—his sister wasn’t much shorter, although she could appear delicate. No one knew the color of her eyes, not even the Organization for National Security, the agency for which she worked. She wore her golden-brown hair in long waves down her back. Dalton’s mass of curls, on the other hand, was the dark brown of a mink’s pelt, while his eyes were a gold-tinged hazel. My gaze was drawn to his chest as his casually began to unbutton the white shirt he wore, and now my mouth went dry as the light dusting of hair that covered his torso was slowly revealed.
“You son of a bitch.”
“You’re repeating yourself, and it’s becoming tiresome.”
“This is rape.”
“Hardly.”
“I said no.”
“Now, perhaps, but soon you’ll be begging me.”
“It will still be coercion.”
He leaned forward and caught my chin in his long fingers. “But you’ll enjoy it.”
“I—” Whatever else I planned to say was cut off by his lips.
****
“You okay, Quinn?” Mark asked as he removed the cuffs from my wrists and rubbed them before planting kisses on my pulse points.
“I’m fine.” I cradled his cheek, then stretched luxuriously. The cuffs were so well-padded they hadn’t even left a mark. “That was fun.” We didn’t often get into role-playing—we’d had to do it too often in our work for the CIA and the WBIS, although never honeymoon work—but this really had been fun.
“Especially since I didn’t have to be the woman,” he groused.
I couldn’t help laughing. It always left my husband disgruntled that I’d written the character that was supposed to represent him as a woman. My publisher would never have accepted Mind Games otherwise.
Little did they know that I planned to introduce Dulcie Dylan’s brother in my next book, Bridger’s Law. The nameless character had been mentioned in a flashback in the first book, but now I’d given him a name, and although my publisher was unaware at this point, Dalton would eventually become Bryce Bridger’s love interest.
Mark rolled me onto my side and curled around me. “Do we have time for this?” I asked. Andrea, our nanny, would be bringing the twins home from the park soon
“I suppose not,” he agreed reluctantly. He dropped a kiss to the back of my neck, but he didn’t let me go.
It was okay. Our bedroom door was locked, but even so, unless there was a fire or someone was bleeding, the entire household knew not to try to open it if it was closed. I pulled his arm tighter around me, and sighed happily.
Life was good.
Notes: Thanks to Gail for the invaluable beta. CNC is consensual non-consent, as in role-playing. I only learned that a couple of weeks ago. smh
This is set in the Mann of My Dreams universe and takes place after Mark and Quinn were married. I fudged the timeline a bit, and if I ever expand this I'll have to find another reason for Mark and Quinn to have to get up. ;-)
I regained consciousness in a surprisingly elegant room, which I studied through my lashes. I was too experienced to give any indication I was awake and aware. My arms were secured above my head, not a painful position, but not exactly the epitome of comfort. However, the bed I was lying on was so soft it almost swallowed me in its embrace.
“It’s good to see you’re with us once again, Mr. Bridger.”
Shit. I recognized that voice, even though I’d only heard it on surveillance tapes. “Double D,” I said coolly, hoping to throw the man off. Word in the intelligence community was he loathed that nickname.
He laughed softly. “Trying to get under my skin, Bridge?”
I ground my teeth. I hated that shortened form of my name. “To tell the truth, I’m surprised to find you here and not your sister.”
“She’ll be devastated to learn she was missed.”
I didn’t reply to that beyond the scoffing sound I made. They were known as the Deadly Duo, another reason for “Double D.” Her name was Dulcie Dylan—a sweet name for a poisonous bitch—and his was Dalton Dylan. God alone knew if those were their real names.
“No, seriously, Bryce, everyone enjoys being appreciated.”
I ignored that. “To what do I owe the honor, Dalton?”
“I thought it was time we met. We’ve been playing cat and mouse for too long.”
“So this is personal?” I closed my eyes to indicate my utter boredom with the situation.
“I like to think so.” He ran a hand up my thigh, and I jerked, the sudden knowledge that I was naked causing a heated flush to rise up over my body. How could I not have known something like that?
“You’re a sick bastard,” I snarled at him.
He just laughed again. “That’s one of the things I like about you, Bridge. You’re so… feisty.”
“Son of a bitch.” I tugged futilely at the cuffs fastening my wrists to what I now discovered was the headboard of the oh-so-comfortable bed.
“Now, now. You don’t want to hurt those elegant wrists of yours, do you?”
“What do you care?”
“Ah, Bridge, I’m cut to the quick you’d think I wanted you to injure yourself.”
“Then what do you want?”
“A taste of that delectable ass of yours.”
“I’m not gay.”
“You don’t have to be. All you have to do is lie there and think of the CBI while I fuck you.”
The agency I worked for—the Central Bureau of Intelligence.
“No.” I turned my head to glare at him.
“Oh, Mr. Bridger, you’re hardly in a position to deny me.” He came close enough to the bed so I could finally see him. His twin sister was lovely, but he… in spite of what I’d said, my mouth began to water. He stood about six foot three—his sister wasn’t much shorter, although she could appear delicate. No one knew the color of her eyes, not even the Organization for National Security, the agency for which she worked. She wore her golden-brown hair in long waves down her back. Dalton’s mass of curls, on the other hand, was the dark brown of a mink’s pelt, while his eyes were a gold-tinged hazel. My gaze was drawn to his chest as his casually began to unbutton the white shirt he wore, and now my mouth went dry as the light dusting of hair that covered his torso was slowly revealed.
“You son of a bitch.”
“You’re repeating yourself, and it’s becoming tiresome.”
“This is rape.”
“Hardly.”
“I said no.”
“Now, perhaps, but soon you’ll be begging me.”
“It will still be coercion.”
He leaned forward and caught my chin in his long fingers. “But you’ll enjoy it.”
“I—” Whatever else I planned to say was cut off by his lips.
****
“You okay, Quinn?” Mark asked as he removed the cuffs from my wrists and rubbed them before planting kisses on my pulse points.
“I’m fine.” I cradled his cheek, then stretched luxuriously. The cuffs were so well-padded they hadn’t even left a mark. “That was fun.” We didn’t often get into role-playing—we’d had to do it too often in our work for the CIA and the WBIS, although never honeymoon work—but this really had been fun.
“Especially since I didn’t have to be the woman,” he groused.
I couldn’t help laughing. It always left my husband disgruntled that I’d written the character that was supposed to represent him as a woman. My publisher would never have accepted Mind Games otherwise.
Little did they know that I planned to introduce Dulcie Dylan’s brother in my next book, Bridger’s Law. The nameless character had been mentioned in a flashback in the first book, but now I’d given him a name, and although my publisher was unaware at this point, Dalton would eventually become Bryce Bridger’s love interest.
Mark rolled me onto my side and curled around me. “Do we have time for this?” I asked. Andrea, our nanny, would be bringing the twins home from the park soon
“I suppose not,” he agreed reluctantly. He dropped a kiss to the back of my neck, but he didn’t let me go.
It was okay. Our bedroom door was locked, but even so, unless there was a fire or someone was bleeding, the entire household knew not to try to open it if it was closed. I pulled his arm tighter around me, and sighed happily.
Life was good.
Notes: Thanks to Gail for the invaluable beta. CNC is consensual non-consent, as in role-playing. I only learned that a couple of weeks ago. smh
This is set in the Mann of My Dreams universe and takes place after Mark and Quinn were married. I fudged the timeline a bit, and if I ever expand this I'll have to find another reason for Mark and Quinn to have to get up. ;-)
October 22, 2022
Happy, happy, joy, joy!
I've mentioned that this year is JMS Books's twelfth anniversary in the business. To celebrate, she asked her authors to submit stories using "12" as the theme, so I sent her Twelve Desserts of Summer. She told us that the best-sellers of those submitted would be included in an anthology.
Quite frankly, I wasn't certain my contribution would do well enough to make the cut, but she notified me some time ago that it had, and did I wish to include it? Are you kidding? Yes, yes, yes!!
It won't be out until December 31, but here's a sneak peak at the amazing cover!
Quite frankly, I wasn't certain my contribution would do well enough to make the cut, but she notified me some time ago that it had, and did I wish to include it? Are you kidding? Yes, yes, yes!!
It won't be out until December 31, but here's a sneak peak at the amazing cover!
August 3, 2022
Psst. C'mere kid, I got somethin' to show ya
To the West! To the West! is up on AO3! It's a little over 23k.
I have a number of other fanfics I'm working on, including one based on my own Mann of My Dreams series. ;-)
And now to get to work.
I have a number of other fanfics I'm working on, including one based on my own Mann of My Dreams series. ;-)
And now to get to work.
July 9, 2022
Twelve Desserts Release Day
As I mentioned in my last post, July is the anniversary month of JMS Books being in the publishing business, this year marking 12 years. I came up with the idea of using twelve desserts as the basis for my story.
Connor, one of the MCs, is asked to check on his beloved nanny, since she's getting old and her mental acuity may be wanning. After all, what other excuse could there be for a woman of her age "seeing" a young man who's only a couple of years older than Connor? He's not inclined to believe this, since the person making the request is his mother, who never got along well with her mother-in-law. However, Connor hasn't seen Nan since her birthday a month or so before, so he agrees, and what better way to arrive than bearing Nan's favorite dessert, double chocolate meringue cookies. Connor gets busy in the kitchen.
As it turns out, Murphy, Nan's friend, also loves to bake, and due to her machinations, he turns up the same time as Connor, also with a chocolate dessert.
And so the summer begins, with a new dessert each time they meet.
Twelve Desserts of Summer is up at your favorite retailer, but it's on sale on the JMS site and available in various formats. :-)
Connor, one of the MCs, is asked to check on his beloved nanny, since she's getting old and her mental acuity may be wanning. After all, what other excuse could there be for a woman of her age "seeing" a young man who's only a couple of years older than Connor? He's not inclined to believe this, since the person making the request is his mother, who never got along well with her mother-in-law. However, Connor hasn't seen Nan since her birthday a month or so before, so he agrees, and what better way to arrive than bearing Nan's favorite dessert, double chocolate meringue cookies. Connor gets busy in the kitchen.
As it turns out, Murphy, Nan's friend, also loves to bake, and due to her machinations, he turns up the same time as Connor, also with a chocolate dessert.
And so the summer begins, with a new dessert each time they meet.
Twelve Desserts of Summer is up at your favorite retailer, but it's on sale on the JMS site and available in various formats. :-)
June 25, 2022
It does feel like it's been awhile
It's been less than two months, but it feels like forever since Who's On First was released. For some reason, I just can't seem to get much writing done. I am working on a few fanfics, which... if it comes to that, I could probably file off the serial numbers and have them published, but I'm not sure how I feel about doing that. However, I'll set that aside for the time being.
July is the anniversary month for JMS Books. It's twelve years since they've begun publishing, so the theme is (obviously) 12. I submitted my story, Twelve Desserts of Summer, and it will be released on July 9. I'm hoping it does well enough that it will be selected for the paperback anthology.
Anyway, here's the cover:
ETA it's up on the JMS Coming Soon page, and it's on sale!
July is the anniversary month for JMS Books. It's twelve years since they've begun publishing, so the theme is (obviously) 12. I submitted my story, Twelve Desserts of Summer, and it will be released on July 9. I'm hoping it does well enough that it will be selected for the paperback anthology.
Anyway, here's the cover:
ETA it's up on the JMS Coming Soon page, and it's on sale!
May 15, 2022
Release day for the jock-nerd story!
Totally slipped by me that yesterday was the release day for Who's On First. To paraphrase Othello... "My brain, Iago. My brain!"
Fyi--the reason I used the link to JMS Books is because not only do you have your choice of formatting, but the book is on sale this week as well!
Now, how about the blurb?
Clancy Makem has played for the Brookeville Scorpions for the past seventeen years and is considered the century’s best shortstop. After he tears his ACL for the fourth time, his career falls apart, and the team’s surgeon gives him no choice but to retire. At thirty-eight, he finds himself without a job, so he decides to return to college to get the degree he’d put on hold. With that fourth surgery looming on the horizon, he’s also in need of a temporary caregiver, something -- someone -- he’s unwilling to accept. Clancy’s teammates, who love their former shortstop, are willing to do whatever it takes to get rid of this person.
Charles Newton is a mathematical genius who had two master’s degrees under his belt by the age of eighteen. Now twenty-one, he has a doctorate waiting in the wings, only he finds himself burned out and with no desire to defend his dissertation. Even in the face of being disowned by his overbearing mother, he’s willing to walk away from academia. He’s in need of a job, and fortunately he’s offered one as a temporary caregiver to Clancy Makem -- a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for someone who’s secretly a baseball aficionado.
Will Clancy welcome Charles -- supposedly clueless when it comes to baseball -- into his home, or will his teammates succeed in running the younger man off? Will Charles get the chance to work with the man he’s admired for years? And who is this person they refer to as Chuck?
Fyi--the reason I used the link to JMS Books is because not only do you have your choice of formatting, but the book is on sale this week as well!
Now, how about the blurb?
Clancy Makem has played for the Brookeville Scorpions for the past seventeen years and is considered the century’s best shortstop. After he tears his ACL for the fourth time, his career falls apart, and the team’s surgeon gives him no choice but to retire. At thirty-eight, he finds himself without a job, so he decides to return to college to get the degree he’d put on hold. With that fourth surgery looming on the horizon, he’s also in need of a temporary caregiver, something -- someone -- he’s unwilling to accept. Clancy’s teammates, who love their former shortstop, are willing to do whatever it takes to get rid of this person.
Charles Newton is a mathematical genius who had two master’s degrees under his belt by the age of eighteen. Now twenty-one, he has a doctorate waiting in the wings, only he finds himself burned out and with no desire to defend his dissertation. Even in the face of being disowned by his overbearing mother, he’s willing to walk away from academia. He’s in need of a job, and fortunately he’s offered one as a temporary caregiver to Clancy Makem -- a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for someone who’s secretly a baseball aficionado.
Will Clancy welcome Charles -- supposedly clueless when it comes to baseball -- into his home, or will his teammates succeed in running the younger man off? Will Charles get the chance to work with the man he’s admired for years? And who is this person they refer to as Chuck?
April 27, 2022
Scam alert!
I want to be serious for a moment and share something I posted on Facebook:
I received a check in today's mail for $3700 (from Liberty Mutual) because apparently I'd won a lottery or something. I have to admit I was excited. Who couldn't use almost 4 grand? I began to read the letter, and it said the $3700 would go toward covering the processing fee, which ran around $2200.
Ah, I thought it was too good to be true. So I'd deposit the check, they'd ask for the processing fee, which shouldn't be a problem, right? I mean they'd given me the money to cover it. Or had they?
I have no doubt as soon as I deposited it, they'd ask me to send them the $2200, and then, a few days down the road, the check would bounce and I'd be out over two thousand dollars.
So no, I won't be calling anyone and I won't be depositing that check. But damn... it looked real.
Please be aware and stay frosty!
I received a check in today's mail for $3700 (from Liberty Mutual) because apparently I'd won a lottery or something. I have to admit I was excited. Who couldn't use almost 4 grand? I began to read the letter, and it said the $3700 would go toward covering the processing fee, which ran around $2200.
Ah, I thought it was too good to be true. So I'd deposit the check, they'd ask for the processing fee, which shouldn't be a problem, right? I mean they'd given me the money to cover it. Or had they?
I have no doubt as soon as I deposited it, they'd ask me to send them the $2200, and then, a few days down the road, the check would bounce and I'd be out over two thousand dollars.
So no, I won't be calling anyone and I won't be depositing that check. But damn... it looked real.
Please be aware and stay frosty!
April 24, 2022
The jock/nerd story that broke my writer's block
I really didn't think I'd be able to continue writing, and then Renae Kaye tossed out a plot bunny that struck a chord. Of course it turned out a bit different, but here you go. ;-) Who's On First will be released by JMS Books on May 14.
April 10, 2022
We're living in interesting times
And we all know what that means--according to Chinese lore, we're cursed!
It's been a cruddy year. In January, we lost Tim Mead, who posted to Nifty and CRV-Boy. Hopefully, JMS will publish his stories. In February we lost Bob's sister Anne. And in March, we lost Edgar Murga, who'd been friends with Joey (and also Bobby) from the first grade in OLL. That was the most heartbreaking, since he was only 41. We suspect it might have been the result of Covid, which he'd caught in November, but the long-term effects seemed to have ambushed him.
There's this horror that's going on in the Ukraine, which is driving people from LJ because the Russians own it. I'd stopped posting there (except for an f/f story I hoped would aggravate the hell out of them) but I kept it open because many friends still post there, and I read their journals. There was also the cross-posting feature of Dream Width, but that's been pretty much squashed.
Meanwhile, on the plus side--Bob and I both had our second boosters yesterday, and so far, no side effects. I'm almost finished reading over the story I plan to submit for JMS's 12th anniversary. It's a cute story, if I say so myself, and once it's timed out, I might add more to it (there's a 15k limit) and re-release it.
I sent in a submission to the Flash Fic contest once again. I think it's an okay story, but I have no hopes for it being selected for anything. I'll probably post it to DW and maybe AO3.
And now, just for the heck of it, a picture of the fountain Bob thought we should have out on our lanai.
It's been a cruddy year. In January, we lost Tim Mead, who posted to Nifty and CRV-Boy. Hopefully, JMS will publish his stories. In February we lost Bob's sister Anne. And in March, we lost Edgar Murga, who'd been friends with Joey (and also Bobby) from the first grade in OLL. That was the most heartbreaking, since he was only 41. We suspect it might have been the result of Covid, which he'd caught in November, but the long-term effects seemed to have ambushed him.
There's this horror that's going on in the Ukraine, which is driving people from LJ because the Russians own it. I'd stopped posting there (except for an f/f story I hoped would aggravate the hell out of them) but I kept it open because many friends still post there, and I read their journals. There was also the cross-posting feature of Dream Width, but that's been pretty much squashed.
Meanwhile, on the plus side--Bob and I both had our second boosters yesterday, and so far, no side effects. I'm almost finished reading over the story I plan to submit for JMS's 12th anniversary. It's a cute story, if I say so myself, and once it's timed out, I might add more to it (there's a 15k limit) and re-release it.
I sent in a submission to the Flash Fic contest once again. I think it's an okay story, but I have no hopes for it being selected for anything. I'll probably post it to DW and maybe AO3.
And now, just for the heck of it, a picture of the fountain Bob thought we should have out on our lanai.
March 26, 2022
Release day once again!
Y'know, considering last time this year I didn't think I'd write again, I think this is pretty nifty.
Today is release day for Moonlight Becomes You. This is Winchester's story. I'd always thought it would have this title, all the way back to 2015 and Things Happen that Way.
Today is release day for Moonlight Becomes You. This is Winchester's story. I'd always thought it would have this title, all the way back to 2015 and Things Happen that Way.
