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February 23, 2011
new book out!
The Blue Sky Lodge is not just your average ski resort. Oh, it has all the hot tubs and ski lifts and sexy snowboard teachers and ski instructors that all the other great ski areas have, but the Blue Sky is queer friendly, too. Which makes it the perfect place for some wonderful gay romance on the slopes and in the swanky hotel rooms, during the height of the snow season, or in the off months.
From reluctant vacationers to hot bartenders, eager ski instructors and not-so-great musicians, the Blue Sky Lodge has is all. The men who visit the lodge are all looking for something, whether it's reconnecting with a partner, finding a lost love, or making a connection with a new one. With stories by Sean Michael, Chris Owen, Julia Talbot, and BA Tortuga, this anthology promises heat that will melt the snow, and the hearts of all of the men who visit the Blue Sky Lodge.
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February 21, 2011
my god it's monday
Yeah, it's Monday again already, and almost the end of February -- looks like this year is going to shoot by as quickly as the last.
I've got a blister on my foot. It's the most annoying thing as it doesn't matter what kind of boot or shoe I wear, it rubs and annoys. It's like a papercut, not anything big or life threatening at all, but just always there.
I have some stories in a book coming out on Wednesday. Blue Sky Lodge has stories by me, Chris Owen, Julia Talbot, and BA Tortuga and was originally on the Turn of the Screw. I've got four stories in it: Bellhop Service, the story of a bellhop and a cook both of whom work at the Blue Sky Lodge, Summer Fling, about a violinist on vacation at the Blue Sky during the summer, who falls for another guest, Love Boarding about a pair of happy go lucky snow boarders who are hot for each other, and Vacation, Jarheads Style, which stars Rock, Rig and Dick on a vacation at the Blue Sky. It's a fun anthology.
Watched th A-Team this weekend. It was a little slow -- could have been a lot better. I think it needed to be higher on the cheese factor than it was. Anyone seen any good movies lately?
I've got a blister on my foot. It's the most annoying thing as it doesn't matter what kind of boot or shoe I wear, it rubs and annoys. It's like a papercut, not anything big or life threatening at all, but just always there.
I have some stories in a book coming out on Wednesday. Blue Sky Lodge has stories by me, Chris Owen, Julia Talbot, and BA Tortuga and was originally on the Turn of the Screw. I've got four stories in it: Bellhop Service, the story of a bellhop and a cook both of whom work at the Blue Sky Lodge, Summer Fling, about a violinist on vacation at the Blue Sky during the summer, who falls for another guest, Love Boarding about a pair of happy go lucky snow boarders who are hot for each other, and Vacation, Jarheads Style, which stars Rock, Rig and Dick on a vacation at the Blue Sky. It's a fun anthology.
Watched th A-Team this weekend. It was a little slow -- could have been a lot better. I think it needed to be higher on the cheese factor than it was. Anyone seen any good movies lately?
February 19, 2011
New short story out!
Following My Heart
Nine months ago Jimmy asked Scotty to become his sub, but Scotty couldn't handle it and he left, scared to death of what Jimmy wanted.
"Shaved bare -- completely. Inked. Pierced. Plugged. A full time boy, a full time sub. My boy." Jimmy's words have haunted Scotty every since he walked out the door. Now he's back, and he hopes it isn't too late for him to take Jimmy up on the terrifying offer.
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There's an excerpt here
Nine months ago Jimmy asked Scotty to become his sub, but Scotty couldn't handle it and he left, scared to death of what Jimmy wanted.
"Shaved bare -- completely. Inked. Pierced. Plugged. A full time boy, a full time sub. My boy." Jimmy's words have haunted Scotty every since he walked out the door. Now he's back, and he hopes it isn't too late for him to take Jimmy up on the terrifying offer.
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There's an excerpt here
February 18, 2011
Flash Fiction Friday
Billy and Tanny!
Tanny frowned at the TV. He hated cop shows.
Hated them.
"What'cha watching, Billy?"
"Revisiting Cold Cases." Billy smiled and patted the cushion next to him.
"I... I think I'll go do some laundry and stuff. You want a beer?"
"I'd rather have you. Come sit."
"I..." Damn it. "Okay."
Billy's eyebrows went up. "What's wrong, boy?"
He shivered, chewed his bottom lip. He wanted to say nothing, but he didn't lie, not to Billy.
Never.
"I don't like cop shows so much. They make me a little wigged."
Billy looked at him for a moment, and then reached for the remote and turned the TV off. "How come you've never said anything?"
"Cause it's silly. It just... I was the bad guy, for a long time."
"Not so bad as all that, boy." Billy stroked his cheek, then pushed a hand through his hair. "And how you feel isn't silly. Not for a second."
"I just... I don't like them." He let himself relax, lean. "I like you, though."
"And I love you and I'd rather have your company than watch any show on the idiot box."
Billy tugged him close, lips teasing his in a light, feathery kiss. He lifted his face, smiling, that shamed ache in the pit of his belly disappearing.
"Rather be doing this," muttered Billy against his lips, teeth coming out to bite at his the corner of his lower lip.
Tanny jerked, lips opening, the sting sharp and hot. A low rumble shook Billy's chest and one strong hand landed in his lap.
His caged cock tried to fill, began to ache. "Sir."
Billy nodded, pressed against the cage. He could feel Billy's warmth through it. He groaned, his leg jerking.
Billy shifted back, slouching on the couch and patted his legs. "Straddle me, boy."
He slipped over, eyes rolling as the stretch pulled at his balls. Billy's hands landed on his ass, tugging him in so their groins pressed together, the cage hard between them.
"Sir. Billy. Master. Love." Off. He wanted the cage off.
"You want something, boy?" Billy's voice was so husky.
"I want you to touch me. I want to come. I want the cage off."
"Mmm. Flesh on flesh... take me out first, boy. See how hard I am for you."
"Yes. Yes, Sir." That fat, pretty cock pushed right into his hands.
Billy groaned, hips jerking.
"Better than cop shows?" he asked.
"Better than breathing, boy."
He nodded, stroking Billy's cock, nice and slow. "Better than anything."
end
Tanny frowned at the TV. He hated cop shows.
Hated them.
"What'cha watching, Billy?"
"Revisiting Cold Cases." Billy smiled and patted the cushion next to him.
"I... I think I'll go do some laundry and stuff. You want a beer?"
"I'd rather have you. Come sit."
"I..." Damn it. "Okay."
Billy's eyebrows went up. "What's wrong, boy?"
He shivered, chewed his bottom lip. He wanted to say nothing, but he didn't lie, not to Billy.
Never.
"I don't like cop shows so much. They make me a little wigged."
Billy looked at him for a moment, and then reached for the remote and turned the TV off. "How come you've never said anything?"
"Cause it's silly. It just... I was the bad guy, for a long time."
"Not so bad as all that, boy." Billy stroked his cheek, then pushed a hand through his hair. "And how you feel isn't silly. Not for a second."
"I just... I don't like them." He let himself relax, lean. "I like you, though."
"And I love you and I'd rather have your company than watch any show on the idiot box."
Billy tugged him close, lips teasing his in a light, feathery kiss. He lifted his face, smiling, that shamed ache in the pit of his belly disappearing.
"Rather be doing this," muttered Billy against his lips, teeth coming out to bite at his the corner of his lower lip.
Tanny jerked, lips opening, the sting sharp and hot. A low rumble shook Billy's chest and one strong hand landed in his lap.
His caged cock tried to fill, began to ache. "Sir."
Billy nodded, pressed against the cage. He could feel Billy's warmth through it. He groaned, his leg jerking.
Billy shifted back, slouching on the couch and patted his legs. "Straddle me, boy."
He slipped over, eyes rolling as the stretch pulled at his balls. Billy's hands landed on his ass, tugging him in so their groins pressed together, the cage hard between them.
"Sir. Billy. Master. Love." Off. He wanted the cage off.
"You want something, boy?" Billy's voice was so husky.
"I want you to touch me. I want to come. I want the cage off."
"Mmm. Flesh on flesh... take me out first, boy. See how hard I am for you."
"Yes. Yes, Sir." That fat, pretty cock pushed right into his hands.
Billy groaned, hips jerking.
"Better than cop shows?" he asked.
"Better than breathing, boy."
He nodded, stroking Billy's cock, nice and slow. "Better than anything."
end
February 16, 2011
Wayback Wednesday
Love in G Minor
Stephen and Jack play a lot. These long time lovers are constantly testing boundaries, fighting a delicious battle for control. When they meet young waiter Benji, they're both intrigued. Such innocence doesn't come along often, and they decide Benji is the best thing on the menu.
Benji might be in over his head with this sophisticated pair, but it might just be Stephen's musical and artistic temperament that make three a crowd. Can Jack and Steven hit just the right note? Or will Benji end up out in the cold?
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This one began with the image of Stephen flirting hard with Benji while Jack looks on and took off from there. Stephen and Jack had such fun debauching sweet, lovely Benji. Yum.
Stephen and Jack play a lot. These long time lovers are constantly testing boundaries, fighting a delicious battle for control. When they meet young waiter Benji, they're both intrigued. Such innocence doesn't come along often, and they decide Benji is the best thing on the menu.
Benji might be in over his head with this sophisticated pair, but it might just be Stephen's musical and artistic temperament that make three a crowd. Can Jack and Steven hit just the right note? Or will Benji end up out in the cold?
buy it here
This one began with the image of Stephen flirting hard with Benji while Jack looks on and took off from there. Stephen and Jack had such fun debauching sweet, lovely Benji. Yum.
February 14, 2011
my god it's monday
Happy Valentine's Day!
Here's a few couples and what they got/did for each other for v-day.
Frank and Gordon don't do Valentine's Day
Jim: Brownies
Marcus: Coffee from Jim's favourite shop
Mike: Blowjobs
Jessy: chocolates and turned the pool pink for the day
Oliver: A houseful of flowers and chocolates
Jack: a three-quarter portrait of Oliver that Olive didn't even know he'd taken
Billy: specialty chocolate in the shape of a penis, instead of a box, it's in a cage
Montana: flowers made out of leather
Peep: snuck into the kitchen to bake Mouse a heart-shaped cake
Mouse: a new leather jacket
Cain: offered his handcuffed hands to Denny
Denny: didn't shave for a couple of days and let Cain shave him
Cash and Brad (Inheritance): the kids put together a nice dinner and arranged for them to have the place to themselves for the evening.
Trey and Russ (Fine as Frog Hair) would share box-mix chocolate cake and ice cream on the couch and go, "Oh yeah, Happy Valentine's Day."
Jarheads
He came in with a case of beer, whistling under his breath, revved up. "Hey y'all. I'm home."
It smelled damn good. Brisket if he wasn't mistaken, and maybe beans. Hell, if his nose wasn't mistaken there was even a hint of coffee in there.
"Hey!" Dick's head popped out from around the kitchen doorway. "You're home!"
"I am. Is there coffee for me?"
They let him have some, periodically.
"With dessert."
Dick grinned and nodded back toward the kitchen. "You heard the boss." Dick winked and came toward him. "Supper's ready."
"Smells great." He handed over the beer. "For y'all."
"Woo! Happy Valentine's Day!" Dick grabbed the case in one hand and him in the other, dragging him close.
"Mmm. Easy, Pretty." His shoulder was a little stingy.
Dick, mouth about a half inch from his, frowned and backed off. "What? What's wrong?"
"Wrong?" Rock came out of the kitchen, growling a little, wiping his hands on his jeans. "What the hell is wrong?"
"Nothing. Just got a bit of a sore spot." Worrywarts.
Rock grunted. "You need a massage?"
He shook his head. "Nope. No touching for a day or three."
Dick's eyebrows drew together tighter. "What's going on, Rig?"
Rock just rumbled, looking ready to tear the clothes off him. And not in his favorite fun, spanky way, either.
He grinned, teasing a little, playing, letting his Marines know not to stress it.
Dick suddenly grinned back. "You're up to something."
Rock was still frowning, but Dick grabbed his hand. "Come on. I made supper. All your favorites."
"Ooh. Supper." He walked by, and Rock grabbed his shirt, tearing it a little, exposing the bandage covering a goodly part of his shoulder blade.
"What the fuck? Rig?" Rock did the rest of the job on his shirt, tearing it right off.
Even his Pretty stopped, the worry back in his eyes.
"Take the bandage off, Blue. I have to wash it anyway."
The tattoo had taken most of the afternoon, and he hoped his boys would like it.
His Blue's fingers were gentle as they worked the bandage off.
Rock gasped, Dick moving to look, too.
Two dog tags with "Jim South" and "Richard Main" were inked in, the chains tied in a knot.
"Oh, fuck." Rock sounded... stunned.
"Rig. Fuck. That's amazing. Man, my dinner's looking pretty puny now."
"Bullshit. I'm starving." He grinned over at Rock, winked. "Figured the world should know whose I am."
"I always did think I should tattoo my name on your ass." Rock grinned. "It's fucking stunning, Rabbit."
"This way you don't have to keep your hands off my ass tonight, Blue. I got your back."
"You're too good to me." Rock's hand landed on his ass, tugging him up against all those muscles.
"You know it." He lifted his face for a kiss, feeling Dick's fingers trace the skin outside the ink, the tingling going straight to his cock.
That was what he'd wanted, them in his skin.
Forever.
Here's a few couples and what they got/did for each other for v-day.
Frank and Gordon don't do Valentine's Day
Jim: Brownies
Marcus: Coffee from Jim's favourite shop
Mike: Blowjobs
Jessy: chocolates and turned the pool pink for the day
Oliver: A houseful of flowers and chocolates
Jack: a three-quarter portrait of Oliver that Olive didn't even know he'd taken
Billy: specialty chocolate in the shape of a penis, instead of a box, it's in a cage
Montana: flowers made out of leather
Peep: snuck into the kitchen to bake Mouse a heart-shaped cake
Mouse: a new leather jacket
Cain: offered his handcuffed hands to Denny
Denny: didn't shave for a couple of days and let Cain shave him
Cash and Brad (Inheritance): the kids put together a nice dinner and arranged for them to have the place to themselves for the evening.
Trey and Russ (Fine as Frog Hair) would share box-mix chocolate cake and ice cream on the couch and go, "Oh yeah, Happy Valentine's Day."
Jarheads
He came in with a case of beer, whistling under his breath, revved up. "Hey y'all. I'm home."
It smelled damn good. Brisket if he wasn't mistaken, and maybe beans. Hell, if his nose wasn't mistaken there was even a hint of coffee in there.
"Hey!" Dick's head popped out from around the kitchen doorway. "You're home!"
"I am. Is there coffee for me?"
They let him have some, periodically.
"With dessert."
Dick grinned and nodded back toward the kitchen. "You heard the boss." Dick winked and came toward him. "Supper's ready."
"Smells great." He handed over the beer. "For y'all."
"Woo! Happy Valentine's Day!" Dick grabbed the case in one hand and him in the other, dragging him close.
"Mmm. Easy, Pretty." His shoulder was a little stingy.
Dick, mouth about a half inch from his, frowned and backed off. "What? What's wrong?"
"Wrong?" Rock came out of the kitchen, growling a little, wiping his hands on his jeans. "What the hell is wrong?"
"Nothing. Just got a bit of a sore spot." Worrywarts.
Rock grunted. "You need a massage?"
He shook his head. "Nope. No touching for a day or three."
Dick's eyebrows drew together tighter. "What's going on, Rig?"
Rock just rumbled, looking ready to tear the clothes off him. And not in his favorite fun, spanky way, either.
He grinned, teasing a little, playing, letting his Marines know not to stress it.
Dick suddenly grinned back. "You're up to something."
Rock was still frowning, but Dick grabbed his hand. "Come on. I made supper. All your favorites."
"Ooh. Supper." He walked by, and Rock grabbed his shirt, tearing it a little, exposing the bandage covering a goodly part of his shoulder blade.
"What the fuck? Rig?" Rock did the rest of the job on his shirt, tearing it right off.
Even his Pretty stopped, the worry back in his eyes.
"Take the bandage off, Blue. I have to wash it anyway."
The tattoo had taken most of the afternoon, and he hoped his boys would like it.
His Blue's fingers were gentle as they worked the bandage off.
Rock gasped, Dick moving to look, too.
Two dog tags with "Jim South" and "Richard Main" were inked in, the chains tied in a knot.
"Oh, fuck." Rock sounded... stunned.
"Rig. Fuck. That's amazing. Man, my dinner's looking pretty puny now."
"Bullshit. I'm starving." He grinned over at Rock, winked. "Figured the world should know whose I am."
"I always did think I should tattoo my name on your ass." Rock grinned. "It's fucking stunning, Rabbit."
"This way you don't have to keep your hands off my ass tonight, Blue. I got your back."
"You're too good to me." Rock's hand landed on his ass, tugging him up against all those muscles.
"You know it." He lifted his face for a kiss, feeling Dick's fingers trace the skin outside the ink, the tingling going straight to his cock.
That was what he'd wanted, them in his skin.
Forever.
February 11, 2011
Flash Fiction Friday
Rock's top ten sexual positions
10) the three way 69 aka a 88
9) him in Rig's ass, Rig sucking Dick's cock aka the Rig Sandwich
8) Rig and Dick sucking him, aka Suck Squared
7) him and Dick in Rig's ass at the same time aka Double Donged
6) Rig or Dick sucking him
5) Him in Dick's ass, Rig sucking Dick aka Double Teaming the Kid
4) Rig sucking him
3) Rig in Dick's ass, him in Rig's ass aka Triple Threat
2) Rig sucking him
1) The Morning Blowjob
10) the three way 69 aka a 88
9) him in Rig's ass, Rig sucking Dick's cock aka the Rig Sandwich
8) Rig and Dick sucking him, aka Suck Squared
7) him and Dick in Rig's ass at the same time aka Double Donged
6) Rig or Dick sucking him
5) Him in Dick's ass, Rig sucking Dick aka Double Teaming the Kid
4) Rig sucking him
3) Rig in Dick's ass, him in Rig's ass aka Triple Threat
2) Rig sucking him
1) The Morning Blowjob
February 10, 2011
New m/m/f out today
Out today!
As a cat shifter and a vampire, Emerald and Armand fit together perfectly; their appetites and needs are well-matched. When they see the lonely looking man watching them from the apartment across the way, they can't help but show off for him, making love in as many delicious and kinky ways as they can to keep him intrigued.
Harry's been a little down and a lot lonely since Naomi left him. Maybe that's why he's been uncharacteristically watching the couple in the apartment across the way as they make love in their window. They're fascinating to him, and obviously aware that he's watching. Will he pick up the phone when the beautiful woman across the way writes her number on the glass?
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As a cat shifter and a vampire, Emerald and Armand fit together perfectly; their appetites and needs are well-matched. When they see the lonely looking man watching them from the apartment across the way, they can't help but show off for him, making love in as many delicious and kinky ways as they can to keep him intrigued.
Harry's been a little down and a lot lonely since Naomi left him. Maybe that's why he's been uncharacteristically watching the couple in the apartment across the way as they make love in their window. They're fascinating to him, and obviously aware that he's watching. Will he pick up the phone when the beautiful woman across the way writes her number on the glass?
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February 9, 2011
Wayback Wednesday
Another one chosen because of the weather -- along with X-Factor, this one fits the snow outside. Well, that and I like it a lot. Peter and Chad were great fun to write.
First Steps
Abandoned by his partner in the wilds of Alaska, Peter is pretty much at the end of his rope. He has a cabin falling down around his ears, two young babies to care for, and too much alone time to think about his situation. It's enough to make a man rethink wanting to be a dad.
Park Ranger Chad thinks Peter could use some help, especially when fire and weather warnings make him wonder if Peter's little cabin is going to make it through the year. When he takes Peter and the babies in, he finds out that the attraction the two of them felt on their first meeting has the potential to be a lot more. Can he convince Peter that they can do more than keep each other warm?
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First Steps
Abandoned by his partner in the wilds of Alaska, Peter is pretty much at the end of his rope. He has a cabin falling down around his ears, two young babies to care for, and too much alone time to think about his situation. It's enough to make a man rethink wanting to be a dad.
Park Ranger Chad thinks Peter could use some help, especially when fire and weather warnings make him wonder if Peter's little cabin is going to make it through the year. When he takes Peter and the babies in, he finds out that the attraction the two of them felt on their first meeting has the potential to be a lot more. Can he convince Peter that they can do more than keep each other warm?
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