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New book out!

Jack's life is already on a downward spiral when his teenage daughter Rache shows up on his doorstep, and she's pregnant out to here. When he takes her to confront Billy, the boy who knocked her up on her last visit, he discovers boy's uncle, Dan, who is not just a fine baker. He's a real stud.

Much to his surprise, it looks like Billy is going to step up and assume his responsibilities with Rache. Now that he's met Daniel, could it be that the rest of Jack's life is also looking up? Of course there's the small matter of Daniel not knowing that Jack is actually gay...

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New mmf story out!

Spoiled and beautiful, Kelsi is the daughter of the former pack leader. Now that he's stepped down, it's time for her to choose a mate. She has two different males in her sights and she cares for both of them. Keifer is the smaller of the two, slender and lovely, sweet and kind, and he looks at her with adoration in his eyes. Gage, on the other hand, is big and buff, hot and possessive, and his gaze fills her with heat. How's a girl to choose?

Wolves mate for life, so where does that leave werewolf Kelsi when she stumbles on the two of them in bed together? It looks like she's had the choice made for her. Shocked and hurt, she runs from the pack lands. Gage and Keifer are determined to find Kelsi. When they do, they'll do whatever it takes to convince her they're not complete on their own…

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Flash Fiction Friday

Marcus took the wrapped box with him to the kitchen, setting it on the dining table.

"Supper smells good."

"Thanks. It is. I tried it." Jim grinned at him, kissed his cheek, bare chest warm against him. "Good evening, Master."

"Good evening, baby." He brought their mouths together, giving Jim a long kiss.

Jim hummed for him, tongue sliding against his in a lazy greeting. He slid his hand down along Jim's spine, headed for that fine ass. That tight bubble butt was right there, still warm from his morning spanking, he imagined.

"You're going to make me forget all about supper, baby."

"Just from kissing you hello?"

"Just from being you."

His baby beamed. "Let me pour you a drink, Master."

"Thank you, baby."

He pressed a kiss to Jim's nose and stood back.

"Beer? Coke?" Jim beamed at him.

"Is there a wine that would go well with whatever it is that smells so good."

"It's beef bourguignon, so a red."

"Then I'd love a glass of that, please."

"Yes, Master." Jim hummed and opened a bottle. "What's in the box? Did something come in the mail?"

"No. It's a present. I bought it for you."

"Oh..." Jim beamed at him, brought him his wine. "Thank you, Master."

He patted Jim's ass. "You don't even know what it is yet."

"It doesn't matter. You thought of me."

He kissed Jim and sat down. "I did. Of course I always think of you."

Jim's fingers trailed over his scalp. "Can I open it?" Curious baby.

He leaned into Jim's touch. "It's yours, baby." It made his heart ache a little, how the touch stayed on him instead of opening the gift. He leaned harder into the touch, looking up into his baby's eyes.

"Love you."

"I love you, Master." Jim kissed his nose.

He slid his arm up and wrapped it around Jim's neck, bringing him down for a proper kiss. His baby slipped into his lap, luxuriating in their kiss with him. He spread his legs slightly, their cocks pressing together now. It made him hum and tug on Jim's tongue. Those amazing hands traveled over him, stroking him, petting.

"Take off my shirt, baby." The gift could wait. Supper could wait.

"Yes, Master. My pleasure." Jim's fingers moved, tugging his shirt up over his belly, off his arms.

It fell to the floor and he pulled their bodies back together, the little rings on Jim's nipples standing out against his skin. Jim took a sip of wine, fed it to him from those sweet lips. The flavor slid through his mouth, over his tongue, and he chased it with the finest vintage of all -- his baby.

Jim's erection rubbed lazily against his belly.

"Needy baby." He loved that about Jim. His baby needed him so hard.

"Always, Master."

He deepened the kiss, Jim's need fueling his own. "Take me out," he ordered, voice little more than a growl.

Jim's fingers were less steady undoing his fly.

"Get yourself out when you're done." He was going to jack them together.

"Yes..." Jim's fingers found his cock, caressed it.

"Mmm. Yeah." He pushed with his hips, moving Jim, pushing his cock along his baby's palm. "You now."

"Me..." Jim moaned, lips parted.

"Yes, you, baby." He leaned in and licked those parted lips, darted his tongue inside. Jim opened, hand still moving on his cock. He kissed Jim long enough they were both rather breathless and then he sat back. "You, baby. Don't make me tell you again."

"Tell me?" Jim looked confused.

He had to chuckle, he did love that he could get Jim all befuddled with his kisses. "To get your cock out of your pants."

"Oh. Sorry. I. Sorry." Jim smiled at him, unzipped his jeans.

He shook his head. "I'm not mad. You were distracted with a good reason."

"You're the best reason."

"Mmm. I think so, too." He gave Jim a wink, groaning as the smell of his baby hit him.

Jim leaned in again, tongue on his lips.

He took Jim's cock and his together, wrapped Jim's hand around it.

"Master..." Jim started jacking him, slow and steady, easy.

"I love the feeling of your cock next to mine. You're so hot, baby."

"Yes. We are."

He smiled, and took Jim's mouth, tongue pushing in as Jim worked their cocks. That sweet mouth opened, hand moving faster. He fucked Jim's mouth with his tongue. That hand moved in time with his kisses. He fucked Jim's mouth faster, guiding the movement on their cocks.

Jim moaned, the sound pushing into his lips. He swallowed it and moved their hands faster, tightening his grip around Jim's hand. His baby, right there with him as always, bucked, pushed into his touch.

He swiped his thumb across their pricks. Jim jerked hard, once, eyes flying to his. Such a good boy.

"Sweet baby. Love you."

"Love." Jim was soaring.

He moved their hands faster., mouth fastening onto Jim's neck.

Jim swallowed hard, cries becoming desperate. "Please."

He nodded, scraped his teeth along his baby's skin. "Come for me."

"Sir!" Heat sprayed, Jim's hips jerking hard.

"Yes! Baby! So good." He loved that smell.

"You. You, too. Please."

He nodded, let Jim's pleasure and his baby's touch send him over.

They ended up cuddled together on the chair, resting.

"What about your present?"

"Mmm. What is it?"

"Something you're going to like. A lot. Go on, baby. Open it."

Jim headed over, opening the box, revealing the fancy-assed cappuccino machine.

"This doesn't mean a relaxation in the no coffee rule."

"Oh..." Jim wasn't listening.

He chuckled. "I mean it, baby. I'll take it back if you start using it more than you're allowed."

"I'm good! I am. I can have espresso now..."

Marcus chuckled. "I should have made you serve dinner first, we'll never get it now."

"Nonsense. I should clean it up first, though, get it ready for after." Jim came to him, kissed him hard. "Thank you."

"You're welcome, baby." that smile, the bright eyes were all the thanks he needed.

And if Jim needed punishing for sneaking in an espresso or cappuccino when he wasn't supposed to, Marcus would just have to punish him.

Seemed like a win win for both of them.

My God It's Monday

Boy did today feel like a Monday -- all day long. Almost time to grab a beer and relax, though.

What's your favorite cure-all when you're feeling under the weather?

Flash Fiction Friday

There was a new cappuccino machine in Macy's.

It made espressos.

Lattes.

Macchiatos.

All at the push of a button.

Jim stood there in the store, staring.

Drooling.

"There you are, baby. I lost you at the patio furniture."

"Uh-huh."

Look at that.

Shiny.

Sleek.

Caffeinated goodness.

"Uh-huh? What's got your attention here, baby?"

He pointed to the lovely machine. It was amazing.

"It's a cappuccino machine." Marcus sounded unimpressed.

Jim didn't care. "Uh-huh." It was lovely.

"We don't need a cappuccino machine."

"I know."

Still, he wanted to just... rub all over the idea of it.

"Baby... have you got a hard-on?"

"What?" He looked away from the cappuccino machine. "I do not!"

"Are you sure?" The corner of Marcus' mouth quirked up.

"Stop it. I just. Maybe I'll save for one."

"What would you do with it?"

"Make coffee."

"That you're not allowed to drink."

"But if we had a machine..."

"You know what coffee does to you."

"But..." It didn't matter.

"You know the rules, baby." Marcus turned him, so he was looking into his master's eyes. "You could hardly ever use it."

"I..." Now he was going to get hard.

"Yes, baby?" Marcus' finger slid over his cheek.

"We. I. Not here, huh?"

"Home, then. Now."

"Now."

Now would be good.

After spankings and orgasms, he could think about saving for the world's neatest espresso machine.

My God It's Monday

Two releases this week -- Little Jamie on Wednesday, So Happy Together on Saturday.

Both are Hammer stories, one a novella, one a short story. Both star characters who had bit parts in other novels (Little Jamie in Push and Happy in Harrison/Giles' upcoming novel). So I think it's kind of neat that they're coming out in the same week.

Flash Fic Frid-- er Saturday

"It's just beer with food coloring, like the Riverwalk in San Antone." Rig looked at Rock, shook his head.

"It's unnatural." Rock was looking at his mug of green beer like a little green alien was hiding in it, waiting for the perfect time to pounce.

"That's the point, isn't it?"

"Is it? I just want a beer."

Dick laughed. "And you've got one."

"But it's green."

"He's still got excellent powers of observation, doesn't he, Rig?"

"Yep. I could see if they have a dark glass or a beer in a bottle..." See him, see him be helpful.

Rock opened his mouth, argument clear in the lines of his body. Then he relaxed and nodded. "A bottle'd be fine."

"You got it, Rocketman." He waved down Kip, smiled. "Can we get three Buds in the bottle, please sir?"

"In the bottle? You three? Are you sure?"

Rock grumbled and Dick bit his lower lip, eyes dancing.

"Yep. Positive. Thanks, man."

"No problem." Kip popped the tops on three bottles and handed them over.

"Good. Thanks." Rock grinned and bumped their bottle necks together before drinking happily.

Rig grinned. Crisis averted.

Kip filled up the bowl of beer nuts, pushed them over in front of Rock.

"Just what I was missing." Rock grabbed a handful and was mid-toss when he closed his mouth, the beernuts scattering over the bar and floor. "Why are the fucking nuts green?"

Little Jamie and So Happy Together

I'm hanging out at the Romance for the Rest of Us blog talking about my new releases coming next week: Little Jamie and So Happy Together.

Flash Fiction Fridays

Favorite movies!

Tanny -- Undercover Brother
Billy -- Lawrence of Arabia

Jim -- Dead Poet's Society
Marcus -- Midnight Cowboy

Jeremy -- Batman Returns
Simon -- 10 Things I Hate About You (he says he's a sucker for Shakespeare adaptations)

Rig -- The Cowboy
Rock -- Rambo
Dick: Mortal Combat

Frank -- Lethal Weapong
Gordon -- Die Hard (but it only just inches out Lethal Weapon)

Bean -- whatever Clay is Watching
Bake -- The Name of the Rose (he claims it used to be Bean's too)

Cain -- Willow
Denny -- Kung Fu movies (he doesn't really have a favorite)

Dakota -- Old Yeller
Ben -- Seven (but only if he's got someone to watch it with)

flash fiction friday

Love Poem by Peep

M is for all his Many Magnificent Muscles
O is for the Orgasms we share
U is for how good it feels to be Underneath him
S is for how Sexy he is
E is for what he means to me -- Everything