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THE LAST BIG THING (of 2012)

Hey Babies, I think that maybe this BIG THING is a day late... and I am extremely discombobulated by the whole kidlet home for two weeks on school va-ca. *picture a very frazzled Cherie blundering about in a Christmas Dinner and Childus Interruptus fog of bewilderment* 

Blink.
Blink.
Blink.

No, really. Okay so just for the sake of argument, let's say this baby right here was supposed to go up today. 

*looks about guiltily for AJ's look of Oh-My-God-Are-You-Seriously-Trying-That-Innocent-Act look* 

*still looking*

*Nothing? Whew!*

Okie Dokie then, here is my LAST BIG THING for 2012... and seriously, after this I think I'll only do this like, once a month tops. No, really.

THE LAST BIG THING OF 2012 (well, at least for me)



Alright, babies, here it is… I’m answering (yes, I know, yet again) 10 questions about my latest Work In Progress... just for you, and you, and oh, yes, you too. Ready, steady, go, go, go!



1) What is the working title of your book? 

The next stories up to bat (as soon as I finish the pesky, wonderful one currently cluttering up my desktop) are a brace of shorts called Kitchen Things (M/F) and Snow Day (M/M/F) respectively... and they are both going to be part of anthologies I'm working on with some fellow Silver authors.

2) Where did the idea come from for the book? 
Lol. I got one from a hot pic posted up by the every amazing Portia de Moncur, and one from... well, honestly, from watching out my window as the snow fell. :)

3) What genre does your book fall under? 
Kitchen Things is Contemporary, and Snow Days is a paranormal.
4) What is the one-sentence synopsis of your book? 

LOL. Someone does one sentence synopsizes? *I laugh about that every time...* Um, Kitchen Things is a little story about the things we never thought we'd do and yet find ourselves undertaking for love... uh, and Snow Days is the story of a very ordinary school teacher stumbling over a snow drift and into the realm of things that go bump in the night. :)

5) Will your book be self-published or represented by an agency? 
These two are destined for a home at Silver Publishing.

6) How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript? 
Dude. I’m still writing the first draft. They're slated for completion this week, as they have a January deadline for completion. *gulps*

7) What other books would you compare this story to within your genre? 
Okay, I know this is my stock answer, but really, I still wouldn’t.

8) Who or What inspired you to write this book? 
Portia's picture, Allison Cassatta's exuberance, and ... mah smexy muse. He is awesome. 
9) What else about your book might pique the reader’s interest? 
Hm... it will be awesome?
10) Oh, I forgot the question about who would play my characters in the screen adaptation of my stories... 


Okay, I dunno... oh, wait. I'm feeling inspired. I will play the lead in Kitchen Things... um, after a six month stint of intensive training with an uber hot personal trainer, I shall take the lead opposite Hugh Jackman. *stares dreamily at his picture* 

Huh? Oh, you can take the lead in the other story. Yeah. Just pick two hotties to play opposite you and let me know who they are. Heh. And um, could you just give me a few thousand years to stare at Hugh?

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Okay. I have no idea who I was following this time... I think it was AJ Kelton, but I'm not sure (all down to me being a chowder-head... who ever asked me to follow them gave clear instructions and directions to their web addy and all that, I am sure) but as soon as I figure it out, and get some peeps to follow, I will update this entry to reflect my new knowledge... beg you all shamelessly to go check them out. 

Wednesday Work In Progress: From Worth a Thousand Words

Devon’s skin was on fire. He placed Adrien carefully on the bed. His hands shook as he grasped the tab of his coat’s zipper and pulled it down. Adrien lay on the bed, his sweet little mouth pressed tightly closed, his chest heaving, and tears making twin tracks of silvery wetness from the corners of his eyes. Devon yanked his coat off, dropping it to the floor behind him. Grasping the collar of his standard black tee-shirt, he ripped it off over his head in one rough movement. “Adrien. Baby. Open your eyes.”Adrien turned to his side, a low sound spilling out of him. He reached out blindly, snagging a pillow and pulling it over his face. Devon growled, his hands already flicking open the buttons of his faded Levi jeans. “Adrien, I don’t mind undressing us both, but if you like what you’re wearing I suggest you take it off yourself. I don’t have a lot of patience right now, and I’m liable to tear something.”Devon waited for a moment as he toed off his sneakers. They hadn’t spent a lot of time together yet, but he had a pretty good sense of the guy. Unless he was mistaken, what he’d just said was gonna light Adrien up like a roman candle. He smirked, and started counting.“One.” “Two.” “Three.”  Adrien’s arm flung out, slinging the pillow off his face as he reared up. If he hadn’t been watching for it, the little bugger would have clocked Devon right across the mouth. Devon caught Adrien’s flailing arm, a wicked smile curving his mouth as he followed the line of firm flesh back up past his brand new boyfriend’s beautifully muscled shoulder to the biteable line of his throat.“Do you want to keep that shirt?” Devon heard the dip in his voice as the thought of ripping all the buttons off Adrien’s shirt to get to his well-defined pectoral muscles. Saliva pooled in his mouth and Devon swallowed hard. Adrien’s suddenly wide-eyed gaze swept over Devon’s chest. When he raised his eyes back up to Devon’s face, his eyes were hot and wet looking. “It’s never been one of my favorites.” The husky timbre of Adrien’s voice sparked the dry tinder of Devon’s lust, setting him utterly aflame. He pushed his jeans and briefs to the floor, stepping on the hem of one leg with the other foot. As he crawled up onto the bed, he used his newly freed leg to push the pants fully off. Crawling up along Adrien’s body, he stopped to place a nipping bite on the thin line of flesh visible between the jean’s waistband and shirt’s hem of Adrien’s clothes. Adrien made a shocked squeaking noise. Devon’s heartbeat pounded in his ears. Adrien’s bed smelled of the coconut scented shampoo the younger man used, and nothing else. Devon’s dick hardened in a rush. He pushed up above Adrien’s lithe form, drawing his legs up until he kneeled with one leg on either side of Adrien’s slim hips. Sitting back on his heels, Devon gripped the collar of Adrien’s shirt. He fingered it for a moment, noting the sturdy cotton fabric as the backs of his fingers smoothed against the sides of Adrien’s throat. “No. I don’t want to give you a brush burn from your shirt.”Trembling, Adrien lifted his hands up to rest them on Devon’s thighs just above his knees. “Okay. Just—get it off of me. Please.”Devon’s breath slammed out of his body. He closed his eyes for a split-second, closing away the vision of Adrien’s molten gaze. Doing so only intensified the sensation of Adrien’s fingers alternately gripping and stroking his legs. Devon slipped the buttons free as quickly as his fingers could move. The last one came free, and he pushed the dull green fabric of Adrien’s shirt aside, sliding his hands around Adrien’s sides. He pushed them up and under, lifting Adrien’s pale olive skin up to his hungry mouth. 

Tuesday Triumph: Another Next Big Thing

Here are the questions:
1)What is the title of your book?This one is part of my Rescue Twinks series, and is called:  Worth A Thousand Words
2)How did you come by the idea?Hmm. I honestly think the kidlet sparked this whole series. She was standing with me at a random bus stop, and being, you know, very twelve, complete with Glittery Accessories and over the top enthusiasm... and I thought... what if?
3)What genre does your book fall under?Heh. This one is most definitely a gay Rom-Com... contemporary romantic comedy
4)Which actors would you choose to play your characters if it were a movie?I'd want two completely talented unknowns... and the guy who directed Will Smith in Hitch. There's a lot of physical comedy in the book, and it takes a subtle touch to translate that to film. :)
5)What is the one-sentence synopsis of your book?
Geez. If I keep doing these I am eventually going to get really good at One Sentence Synopses... er, I'll get back to you on this one. In like a second or so... no, really.

How about this: Struggling to turn their Happy For Now meet and greet into a Happily Forever After, Adrien and Devon have to fight their way past a crazed stalker and their own insecurities.  (Urk, I know. It's pitiful...)
6)Will your book be self-published or traditional?This whole series is self-published. I've got a stellar editor, and an equally stellar cover artist. I love Val and A.J.

7)How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript?
Er, still working on it. About two more days to completion, then off to betas, back for corrections, to the editor, back to me for more corrections, to the proof reader, then formatting and uploading to my distribution site, ARe.

8)What other books would you compare this story to within your genre?You guys need to tell me that. I'm just terrible at those sorts of comparisons. 

9)Who or What inspired you to write this book?
Oooh, this one is possibly  my favorite question. I get inspired by a lot of things... the whole series was actually inspired by my kidlet spilling glitter all over the house. *no, really* This specific story was inspired in part by Write-to-Done's fine articles, and partially by some amazing conversations with some of my brainer friends... like Philosophy professor Jennifer Saul.

10)What else about your book might pique the reader’s interest?Possibly the hot-tastic cover? The references to fun stuff like PTSD, Trepanning (I didn't make that one up... O.o ) and interfering, strong-willed old ladies. :)

Monday Morning Report

I've been nominated! I couldn't be more tickled, amazed, and humbled. That's the news that's fit to print this morning. I encourage you all to get over to GoodReads M/M Romance group... Join if you haven't already, and go cast a vote for the books you loved the most in the past twelve months. There were so many truly amazing ones to choose from, you're sure to see something you find worth in every category.

~Later, Gators...
~~Cherie Noel

A Snog from Worth a Thousand Words: Unedited Excerpt

Welcome to my Sunday Snog. Don't be shy, cause there are other lovely snogs to be had... follow THIS BLISSELINK back to the home of the original Sunday Snog, and then when you're done reading all the Victoria Blisse goodness there, move along to the other yummy snogs waiting for you there. :) Enjoy!
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Adrien turned to his side, a low sound spilling out of him. He reached out blindly, snagging a pillow and pulling it over his face. Devon growled, his hands already flicking open the buttons of his faded Levi jeans. “Adrien, I don’t mind undressing us both, but if you like what you’re wearing I suggest you take it off yourself. I don’t have a lot of patience right now, and I’m liable to tear something.”Devon waited for a moment as he toed off his sneakers. They hadn’t spent a lot of time together yet, but he had a pretty good sense of the guy. Unless he was mistaken, what he’d just said was gonna light Adrien up like a roman candle. He smirked, and started counting.“One.”“Two.” “Three.”  Adrien’s arm flung out, slinging the pillow off his face as he reared up. If he hadn’t been watching for it, the little bugger would have clocked Devon right across the mouth. Devon caught Adrien’s flailing arm, a wicked smile curving his mouth as he followed the line of firm flesh back up past his brand new boyfriend’s beautifully muscled shoulder to the biteable line of his throat.“Do you want to keep that shirt?” Devon heard the dip in his voice as the thought of ripping all the buttons off Adrien’s shirt to get to his well-defined pectoral muscles. Saliva pooled in his mouth and Devon swallowed hard. Adrien’s suddenly wide-eyed gaze swept over Devon’s chest. When he raised his eyes back up to Devon’s face, his eyes were hot and wet looking. “It’s never been one of my favorites.” The husky timbre of Adrien’s voice sparked the dry tinder of Devon’s lust, setting him utterly aflame. He pushed his jeans and briefs to the floor, stepping on the hem of one leg with the other foot. As he crawled up onto the bed, he used his newly freed leg to push the pants fully off. Crawling up along Adrien’s body, he stopped to place a nipping bite on the thin line of flesh visible between the jean’s waistband and shirt’s hem of Adrien’s clothes. Adrien made a shocked squeaking noise. Devon’s heartbeat pounded in his ears. Adrien’s bed smelled of the coconut scented shampoo the younger man used, and nothing else. Devon’s dick hardened in a rush. He pushed up above Adrien’s lithe form, drawing his legs up until he kneeled with one leg on either side of Adrien’s slim hips. Sitting back on his heels, Devon gripped the collar of Adrien’s shirt. He fingered it for a moment, noting the sturdy cotton fabric as the backs of his fingers smoothed against the sides of Adrien’s throat. “No. I don’t want to give you a brush burn from your shirt.”Trembling, Adrien lifted his hands up to rest them on Devon’s thighs just above his knees. “Okay. Just—get it off of me. Please.”Devon’s breath slammed out of his body. He closed his eyes for a split-second, closing away the vision of Adrien’s molten gaze. Doing so only intensified the sensation of Adrien’s fingers alternately gripping and stroking his legs. Devon slipped the buttons free as quickly as his fingers could move. The last one came free, and he pushed the dull green fabric of Adrien’s shirt aside, sliding his hands around Adrien’s sides. He pushed them up and under, lifting Adrien’s pale olive skin up to his hungry mouth. Adrien gasped as Devon’s mouth closed over the edge of one collarbone. Devon nipped and sucked his way along Adrien’s flesh until he found the sweet dip just between the two collarbones. He licked and kissed that spot, pulling back to touch one finger to the little hollow. “This is mine. Always mine, no matter where you go or anything that ever happens between us, this spot is mine.”Devon turned his head then, drawn to bite the tender place where Adrien’s shoulder met his neck. Running his teeth over the area, he bit down lightly. Adrien moaned, and the broken off sound unleashed something savage in Devon. He growled, pushing one hand higher up under Adrien until he gripped a fistful of hair at the nape of the smaller man’s neck. He lifted his torso away far enough to rake his eyes over Adrien from face to chest to waist, and the delightful denim covered bulge below. He snarled, jerking Adrien up against his chest. Sealing his mouth over Adrien’s, he licked along the seam of the Adrien’s closed lips. Adrien whined, opening his mouth immediately. Inside he tasted of honey and something nutty. Devon moaned this time, low and hard, as a wave of burning need swept through him. He needed in Adrien. Now, he needed in right god damned now. 
*************************************If you want the  tale of how Adrien and Devon met and got together, download my free short, The Counterfeit Claus over at allromanceebooks --and consider it an early Christmas present, from me to you. :)

On Being a Helper: This is what I give

I don't know a lot of things. Some I can learn, some I will simply never master, some I will gain a modicum of proficiency at. I know enough to give back where I can, and pay forward where I can.

There are lots of things I don't have, and therefore can't share... but I have my imagination. I can create stories. And for me, stories have always been my refuge in the storms of life. So, this story, my little Christmas Story? Is free. It's a gift from me to you. May it ease your heart. Give you respite for a brief span of time from the things that weigh heavy on you. Merry Christmas, babies. 

~~Cherie Noel

you can find the story on allromanceebooks if you want to download a copy. It's sweet, and light... and all about hope and looking forward. Well, that's what I see in it anyway. I hope it makes somebody happy. Give it as a gift to a friend (but please actually download a copy from AllRomanceEbooks so I can keep track of how it's doing. And by all means, leave a comment there. 

Thursday Think Tank: On the Tortoise and the Hare

Yeah, most of us know the story. Hoppy little guy, real fast, being a huge tool to the sweet and pokey guy in a shell... pokey guy wins the race in the end, cause he's determined, and he keeps going. So today, I'm celebrating a Tortoise and Hare Moment in my life... I took part in a blog hop hosted by the lovely and talented RJScott at the beginning of this month... on December 1st and 2nd, I was supposed to put up a two part freebie, part of a flash/web story I've been working on in fits and spurts for over a year now... and I got the first days up with no problem...  But then life, that wily fox, intruded, and I missed getting the second part of the story up in time. Well, I decided that I would be a tortoise if I couldn't be speedy like the hare. I kept poking at my characters, begging them for a bit more of their story... and they finally answered. The story is far from being finished, but it will keep coming, in fits and spurts, until the whole of it is told... and like the faithful tortoise, I'll keep moving forward at the fastest pace I can manage... it may not look like much, but eventually I find it gets me there. 

Enjoy the story, babies. There will be more. 
~~Cherie Noel

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Christmas in Heaven
Josh quirked an eyebrow at Simeon and with one corner of his mouth curling up loped across the floor toward the naked little frost elemental. As he moved, his black, velvety wings swayed behind him and his face took on definite demonic undertones. Just as Josh reached Simeon, Ryan’s laughing tones interrupted his progress. “Josh, I know being in this place gets you all kinds of randy… but we have an audience, don’t forget. More importantly, Simeon is still a little shy, aren’t you sweets?” As he spoke, he glanced over his shoulder at Simeon, lowering the wing on that side for a clearer view. Simeon blushed brightly, both hands cupped over his privates. Josh chuckled, reaching his side and wrapping one soft wing around him. “There, you go baby. All covered up.”He drew his wing away after a moment, and Simeon found himself clad head to toe in shimmering blue silk. The pants and tunic swirled and clung alternately to his slender form. The heated look in Josh’s eyes told Simeon that the thin covering was even more enticing than his naked flesh had been. Simeon swallowed hard. “I—oh, Josh, I don’t know about this…” Simeon smoothed his small hand up and down the silky covering now on clinging to his hips. “It’s so fancy. I—don’t you think I’m more a cotton and denim kind of guy?”Josh, Ryan, and—surprisingly—Carl all answered in unison. “No.” Simeon stared at all three. They were mad, all of them. He was no pretty little dress up doll. He was an ice elemental. Didn’t they realize that meant hard work, and cold and loneliness rather than pretty fripperies? “You are all completely mad. Completely.” He stamped his foot to emphasize the extent of his displeasure, and then flounced into the bedroom and threw himself dramatically onto the fluffy white comforter of huge bed. Lying face down on the pristine surface, Simeon contemplated how insane his life had become in the past few months. “As if my life wasn’t bad enough when I was just sad and cold all the time, now I’m still cold, and as soon as they get sick of me I’ll be lonelier than ever. I…” His words trailed off into gasps and shudders. Simeon bit down on his lips to keep from sobbing aloud. They were going to leave, all of them. Even Carl hadn’t wanted him, and Josh and Ryan were so much more—more everything than Carl could ever dream of being. Why would they stick around? He should just leave, and get in touch with the big guy’s son so he could get whatever hokeus-pokeus the charming flibberty-gibbert had used on him. Yes, that’s what he’d do. Simeon sat up, wiping his eyes with the palms of both hands. His face was a big, soggy mess, snot and tears everywhere, and—ah, there. Next to the bed was a big box of facial tissues in a silly rainbow and unicorn box. He cracked a tiny smile as he reached for one of the tissues. “You know you’ll have to pay for that, right?” The sultry female voice surprised a shrill little mouse-sized squeak out of Simeon.He whirled around with one hand clutched to his chest. “Wh-what? Who are you?”A pretty, petite girl with waist-length black hair and the brightest green eyes he’d ever seen sat on a little wooden stool in the corner of his room. She smiled beguilingly at him, showing off perfect little white teeth.“You can call me Seph. I’m… well, I shack up with the hottie in charge here. I’m Josh’s step-mum.” She pulled a beautiful red pomegranate from her pocket and began merrily popping juicy ruby tinted seeds into her mouth. Simeon gaped at her. “Seph—you’re Persephone? But you’re old! Why don’t you look old?”Persephone giggled at him. “Geez dude… you need to chill. Like my baby-cakes or my pushy momma would let me get old… what are you thinking? Did you get dropped on your head a lot as a little frost baby?”Simeon put both hands over his eyes. “This isn’t happening. This isn’t happening. This isn’t happening.”Persephone giggled again. “Right. Ah, I’ll be back later. Let me know how that denial thing works out for you… and remember, whatever you use, eat, or drink? You have to pay for. So, just wait until I work my wiles on my hunka-burning love, and I’ll see if I can get you a free pass, m’kay?” She waggled her sleek black eyebrows at him and disappeared in a puff of rose and sunshine scented smoke. Simeon sat slack jawed for a moment. He rubbed his eyes twice, and then burst into helpless laughter. “Well. That’s one what to get around, I guess.”Suddenly exhausted, Simeon crawled under the covers and curled up with his knees to his chest. He closed his eyes, and sent a prayer winging heavenward. The poor thing banged into the stone ceiling twice before it caught a clue and turned itself insubstantial. Simeon cracked an eye open, tracked it’s progress for a moment and then shook his head. There really was no telling if the prayer would make it to the correct party. Born out of duress, the little prayer really wasn’t the cleverest of its kind. Simeon shrugged, pulling the soft comforter up a bit more and tucking it more closely to his body, he smiled. Ryan had scented the bedding with the same summery scent that Simeon used when he did his laundry. That was nice. Now if they could just figure out a way to actually all listen to each other when they talked, even stuck here in Hell they could have a heavenly Yule celebration.    

Work in Progress Wednesday:Worth a Thousand Words

An Unedited Excerpt from: Worth A Thousand Words 
*coming December 20th*

Adrien propped his cell phone precariously on his shoulder. Eyeing the enormous black cat sprawled in the center of his supposed infallible date-night spread he considered pulling his carefully messy hair right out by the roots. “Crap. Michael Clarke Duncan, you get off my table this minute. Right. This. Minute.” Muted chuckles from the vicinity of his bare shoulder snapped Adrien’s attention away from the big black cat and back to his conversation with his friend, Benji. Michael Clarke Duncan sneered at Adrien through his well groomed whiskers. His heavy tail shed at least a pound of tiny black hairs on the white table cloth with every thud amidst the cobalt and white dishes. “Stop laughing, Benji. This is serious. I wasn’t even awake yet. Well, duh, of course I’d been dreaming about Devon. My sheets still smell like Drakkar. Yep, I was moaning, sighing, yelling at the cat, and making suggestive arm motions. Nope, he didn’t miss a thing. Sam got every bit of the whole thing on video… again. Oh. Oh. Viral, huh? Well, at least we know if Sam flunks out of nursing school he has a future in indie film.” Hoots and snorts blasted from the tiny speaker at the top of his phone. Adrien listened for a moment, one hand on his hip, and the other making general shooing motions at the ginormous tom-cat lording it over his crappy dining room table. “Listen, Benji, I have to finish getting dressed and figure out how to—oh, ha fucking ha. No, I won’t wonder-twin with you for Halloween. Dick. That is so last viral video of me. I’ll call you—no—better yet, you call me later when you get this hilarity out of your system. I did not say that—Sam did. I just held my fist up to him. Right, and then he said he couldn’t believe I just tried to Wonder-Twin him, and that it wasn’t even cool when we were kids.” The laughter turned to gasping and louder snorts. Adrien stamped his foot. “Oh, forget you. When you get a grip, I have a legitimate level two Glitter Alert going on over here—I can so call one for reasons of extreme embarrassment and possible de-boyfriending by the best thing that ever happened to me. Grrrrr. Call me back.”Adrien hung up the phone. There really wasn’t a way to hang up hard enough to get that satisfying “I hung up on you, so there!” feeling with a smartphone. Clutching the phone tightly in his hand, he took two steps to the side and very carefully placed the rotten phone on the bookshelf at the edge of the living room. Then Adrien took two steps large steps back toward the center of the open space, threw his hands in the air and danced around in a screaming little naked circle. Sam, the spawn of Satan, of course walked in while Adrien was mid-scream. The bratty bastard even had his shiny red  iPad at the ready.“Hah. Gold, bro, solid gold. That’ll keep me in cherry cokes for the rest of the semester without having to hit mom and pops up for a loan. You really do love me, don’t you?” Sam’s iPad gleamed mockingly at Adrien, the shiny red back and staring video camera lens seeming to snicker at him. “Oh god, Sam, for Christ’s sake, I’m naked here.” Adrien’s voice rose up from his normal light tenor by an entire octave. Michael Clarke Duncan yowled, lifted himself ponderously to his feet and with a flick of his tail, picked his way regally to the edge of the table closest to Sam.  “Bro, your fortuitous nakedness is exactly why this particular video clip is so valuable.” Sam turned his bright hazel eyes from intense scrutiny of his iPad’s screen to wink roguishly at Adrien. Stomping his foot, Adrien whirled around, storming into his bedroom with as much dignity as he could muster with his generous rear end jiggling every step of the way. His brother’s husky, taunting laughter chased him. 

Monday at the Cave: Not Necessarily Manic

Sooooo... tried to post this several times this morning, mid-day and afternoon... and now, at long last, my internet thingy is working... well, not mine, per say. The one at the Laundry on the Corner. Eh, whatever works, right? Enjoy my random Monday Musings.

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“Perhaps all the dragons in our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us act, just once, with beauty and courage. Perhaps everything that frightens us is, in its deepest essence, something helpless that wants our love.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet
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There's a wealth of things to be seen and done in this old world. Don't you ever let fear or hatred stop you from seeing and/or doing the ones that bring you joy. Don't you dare. You just go find that thing that makes your heart feel alive, and makes your soul writhe with ecstasy... and once you find it, you grab ahold of it with both hands, baby, yeah, and wrap your legs around it too. Hold on tight, tighter, tightest, and well, just be you. Be you with beauty of spirit and courage of mind and heart. Then, you get to rescue the dragon, and be the savior of worlds, cause you just saved yourself, your finest, best self. 
I'll see y'all later. I'm off to see a man about a dragon.~~Cherie Noel

Sunday Snogging with the Rescue Twinks

A little snippet from The Counterfeit Claus ... you can find the story in it's entirety over at NJ Nielsen's blog, and starting next week it will be downloadable over at ARe... not sure on what day, but I figured y'all deserved an early Christmas/Hanukkah/Yule/Whatthehellever Seasonal pressie. Just because. So here you go! 

And, as always, babies... get thee to the original home of the Sunday Snog to find the amazing writing of the sexy, sassy, Victoria Blisse... who has a whole lotta Blissemas going on for you... and links to all the other snoggers up to bat this fine Sunday. 

Enjoy, and as soon as I have the cover for this bit of yum, I'll post it up for y'all. :)

~~Cherie Noel

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He leaned down to breathe his words directly into Adrien’s ear. “I’m going to kiss you, hard and deep enough you’re still going to feel it tomorrow. After I’m done kissing you, you’re gonna help me fix this damn beard, and we’re going to go back out to the Village and make those kids believe we just spent a half an hour getting patched up by Mrs. Claus. And at the end of the day, I’m either going to walk you to your car, or I’m going to walk you to mine. If you come to my car, I’m going to put you in my Jeep, drive you to my place on Walnut Street, call off my other job and screw you until the only name you remember is mine because you’re so busy screaming it. If I walk you to your car, I’ll wait until you get it started and drive away. And that will be that. No—don’t speak now. After I kiss you, if you don’t want to come with me tonight, say mistletoe. Got it?”Adrien’s head nodded, brushing his cheek against the line of Devon’s jaw. The silk of his brown and gold mop of hair brushed Devon’s temple. His stomach flexed where it pressed against Devon’s, and his legs—ay-ay—parted to wrap around Devon’s waist. He tilted his head back against the cool metal behind him and closed his eyes in a classic waiting-for-a-kiss pose. His long, dark lashes cast faint shadows on his cheeks, and the trusting pose sparked a feeling of possessiveness in Devon. He pulled Adrien forward enough to slip his arms behind the other man’s back. Crushing Adrien’s lithe form against his chest, he sealed his mouth over the sassy little elf’s lips.