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Tuesday Triumph

I managed, with a migraine, to get the kidlet to THREE doctor's appointments and back home.

I am author with a migraine, hear me whimper.

*whimper*
*whimper*

Someone, pass the industrial strength coffee please?

And a pair of real dark glasses?

Manic Monday

My head hurts too much to be clever today. Sorry about that. I'm working on Blurbs for my Christmas Short from Silver Publishing, and dealing with some other little tasks. As long as it's not too bright I may be able to manage. Or not. I may go try to sleep this headache away...

Another Snog from The Soldier & the State Trooper

It's that time again. Sunday Snog Time. Get ready for a snogging good time! Start out here, or where-ever you find the first snog, read through the snog below, and then follow the links for more snogging goodness! And be sure to leave Victoria Blisse, the wise woman who started all this snogging business, a comment telling her that this is the absolute best way to spend a Sunday!

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A Snog from The Soldier & the State Trooper  
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    Christie came through the laundry room door, a brow cocked
in query as he started to unbutton his camouflage pants. His sleek
chest and gorgeous, taut abs had Robert's ribbon quickly acting
as a very real cock ring. Robert was seated at the table, so Christie
hadn't seen he was nearly naked yet. The hungry way Christie was
watching Robert's chest promised there was a good chance he'd
be more than willing to fall in with Robert's plans for the evening.
    Christie's face lit up.
    "Present? You have a present for me? Where is it?"
    Robert grinned. He loved the way Christie got so excited
about little things. He brought the guy a cheap plastic toy from
a fast food restaurant where he'd picked up his lunch one day,
and Christie had been over the moon. It was cute. He'd never tell
Christie that, because then they'd probably fight over whether
or not Christie was cute—which he unequivocally was, and that
would be a waste of time.
    "I've got your present right here babe…and you've got all
night to play with it…I switched shifts with Evan Carrollton, and
sent Frankie over to Nikolina's with Ally."
    Robert pushed his chair back. Christie looked down. Robert
knew he was expecting a present to be hidden in Robert's lap.
    Watching Christie's eyes go smoky with desire, and his cheeks
flush with color, had Robert's cock hardening even more. Christie
licked his lips. He continued walking forward. Robert waited
patiently until he got close enough and then—
    "Gotcha, babe."
    Robert led Christie's hand down to the end of the ribbon
the ring was dangling from. Christie's eyes went from smoky to
startled. Robert had deliberately tied the ring loosely, so when
Christie tugged on it, it came loose in his hand.
    Christie brought his hand slowly up to his waist level and
clenched it shut in a fist. Robert took hold of his wrist, turning
his palm up toward the ceiling. Then he uncurled Christie's
fingers one by one.
    "A ring, Robert?"
    "An engagement ring, Christie. If you'll take it."
    Christie swallowed hard. He didn't answer.
    "Christie Collins, will you marry me?"
    Christie still didn't say anything.
    Robert's gut twisted up. He squeezed his eyes shut. Shit. He'd
gotten it wrong somehow. He'd pushed Christie too fast. He—
    "Yes, Robert. Oh, hell, yes."
    Robert's eyes popped open. He grabbed Christie's hips, pulling
him in close. Air flowed into his lungs again, and along with it the
most delicious scent. Christie smelled hot, musky, and faintly of
the cucumber melon body wash he used every morning.
    "Shit Christie, you scared me. I thought you were going to
say no."
    "Yeah, well. I couldn't breathe for a minute."
    Robert looked up into Christie's eyes. Their blue-green depths
were glittering with a film of moisture. Robert closed his own
eyes to savor the moment, burying his face in Christie's stomach
and breathing deeply of his fiancés unique scent.
    Goddess, what the scent of cucumbers and melons did to
Robert was nearly cause for a charge of public indecency.
    Christie moaned when Robert nuzzled into the open vee of
the smaller man's half unbuttoned cargo pants. Robert opened
his mouth to taste the faintly salty skin of Christie's belly. He
nipped gently at the ridge of Christie's hip, causing a catch in the
other man's voice as he spoke.
    "Well, Trooper Lindstrom, what do you plan to do with me
now that you have me?"
    Robert groaned right back. Oh, he knew that tone. That was
the sound of slutty Christie coming out to play. He grabbed the
base of his cock to stop himself from coming too quickly.
    "Why Trooper Lindstrom, I think you like it when I talk
slutty."
    "You know I do, Christie."
    Robert pressed a moist kiss to the tender skin accessible above
the low riding cargo pants. Then he bit down, unable to resist the
heady feeling it gave him to leave marks on his man. Christie
shouted and tried to jump back. Robert held on, gentling the
bite into a sucking kiss, holding on until he managed to suck up
a dark mark. Then he allowed Christie to move back slightly. He
admired the visible proof of his connection to his soldier. Then
Robert released Christie's hips, pulling the other man's hands
from his shoulders and placing them on the partially undone fly.
    "Finish taking them off babe. I want to taste you."

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Sunday Snogs are always available from the originator of the Sunday Snog, Victoria Blisse.
This weeks offering is a Tasty Italian! Click on the words Tasty Italian to read Victoria's offering!
more snogging goodness can be found here:
1)Wild About that Thing by Lisabet Sarai
2)The Color of Your Words...by Sandrine Lopez
3) Double Strokes by Kat Black
4) When a Rose Blooms by Tarah Scott
5) Sunday Snog by Freddy MacKay
6) Pleasure Cruise by Aussiescribbler

Fabulous Friday Five: Five Reasons Why Friday Is Fabulous

1)Did you see the new review by Night Owl Reviews? Wowza!!
2)I got printer in...at long last
3) It's friday, Fabulous Friday
4)I'm making progress in the great box war...the unpacking that seems without end may have an end finally in sight...
5)Tomorrow is chocolate festival day O_o, and it's happening not two blocks from me. Color me excited!

Wip Wednesday

Yikes!

At the Doc's all morning...and then spent most of afternoon just getting home!

Grr.

WIP post will be up later, sorry for the delay.

Tuesday's Tasks

Today is an exciting day.

I'm sending Elisa Rolle something I owe her...and it's always a good feeling to get work out of the way and into the hands of those who can take it to the next step, yeah?

You can find all things Elisa right here. Just click on the words, "All things Elisa". Got it? Cool.

Also, am endeavoring to make progress in the great box war.

Er, that would be the one where the moving boxes seem to be multiplying, and my living room/dining room area seems to be shrinking. Hmmpf. I'll get them today though.

Oh, and I get to mail out the print copy of The Soldier & the State Trooper won by Sxswann right here at the Cave. That, for me, is all kinds of cool. :)

I'll pop back in later and let y'all know how it's going.

Manic Monday

The tree I watch out my kitchen window is starting to turn. It's one of those with spinners, and the little helicopters are browning and readying themselves for take off.

I understand how they feel.

I'm waiting too, caught in stasis even though I'm working at breakneck speed.

Two stories to edit this week, three to finish up, and not enough hours in the day. Well, unless I stop sleeping altogether, and really, there's not enough caffeine in the world to make that happen.

<grin>

In other news?

The kidlet decided a week or so ago that the kitchen window tree is really full of faeries. I think she may be right. And, if not, we're likely to get a helluva good YA novel out of the idea at any rate.

Right, so I'm off to edit/write/dream/unpack some more/clean house/whatever else needs doing.
Have a stellar week everyone.

Sunday Snogging With Evans, Doctor Ryan Bald Eagle and Nikki Lindstrom: an Unedited Excerpt from the next Soldier's Story.

Hey all.It's that time again. Time for a Sunday Snog.Check out the incomparable Victoria Blisse and the other snoggers by clicking on the words SUNDAY SNOG. 


Easy Peasy, lemon squeezy. 
Go. 
Read my snog, and then find the others.
And by all means, snog someone, someway today if you possibly can!


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Ryan could feel Little Hawk tensing against him. He cast Nikolina an urgent glance over the muscular curve of the smaller man's shoulder. She cocked a brow at him."Nikolina…I bet Little Hawk would like it if you were to taste him. I did interrupt that earlier, didn't I?"Ryan pulled Little Hawk even closer, pillowing the other man's head on his bicep. He curled his body along Little Hawk's until they were touching at every point of contact possible in this position. Then he put his mouth against the younger man's ear."Do you see, Little Hawk? Look at us."He caught the other man's stormy gaze in the mirror. He sucked the edge of the ear he'd been whispering into between his lips, and then nipped it sharply. Little Hawk jerked against him. In the mirror he could see Nikolina just wrapping her hand around the base of Little Hawk's length. Ryan pulled his mouth back to breathe more hot words into his lover's ear."Do you see Nikolina? Do you see your Pretty with her hand on your cock, and the sweet curve of her spine where it meets her ass? Do you see her lush pink mouth puckered to kiss the head of your cock?"Ryan saw Nikolina's hand flex. Little Hawk moaned. Ryan thrust his hips forward, grinding his substantial erection against the smaller man's taut ass. He reached forward with the hand that had been on Little Hawk's hip. Winding his copper skinned fingers into her platinum tresses Ryan tugged lightly on Nikolina's hair. She turned eyes burning blue like the hottest flame up at him."Take him in your mouth, Nikolina."Nikolina smiled like a cat eyeing an unwary bird. She slid her eyes from his to meet Little Hawk's. As her agile tongue darted out to make its first pass across the head glistening with pre-come, Ryan spoke again."Do you see how she watches you Little Hawk? She sees you."Ryan bit the inside of his cheek to keep from moaning when Little Hawk locked gazes with him. Then, from the corner of his eye Ryan saw Nikolina swallow Little Hawk down. The blue-grey eyes pinning Ryan in place widened, the entire body in front of him stiffened, shook, and then the other man was crying out wordlessly, his eyes falling helplessly shut.The warm skin quaking against his own and the sounds of Nikolina's greedy moans conspired to tip Ryan over the edge as well. He forced himself to keep his eyes open, to keep watching Little Hawk even as his orgasm had him howling and thrusting as he pumped out his seed against the other man's fine ass.The shaking of both their bodies finally stopped. Ryan felt Little Hawk relax into his arms as his own breathing evened out. In the mirror he could see Nikolina nuzzling Little Hawk's hip like a cat leaving its scent. It was beautiful and looked almost content. Little Hawk sighed softly, and then his breathing slowed even more. Ryan realized he was asleep.

9/11

I was standing guard duty. My company was already on deployment, a train-up for some soldiers getting ready to ship out to Kosovo. My relief was late, and frankly, I was pissed, because chow was going to close soon.
When he came, he was all flustered, not making sense. Finally, he just shook his head and told me to get over to the chow hall asap. Told me I'd find out there.

I walked into the tent, and into the complete suspension of reality as I knew it. People were openly weeping, or looking stoic...but not one of them looked unaffected. I hurried to the line to see if I could scrounge some breakfast.

One of the cooks, I don't remember his name, but can clearly recall the beautiful line of his chocolate skinned face,and that they collectively called themselves the Zoo Crew, turned ravaged eyes on me.

"We're under attack. They blew up the towers."

I had no idea what he was talking about.

"What? What towers?"

Within minutes, chow forgotten, I was back in my commanders tent, my platoon's command post.
He had scrounged a t.v. from somewhere, and I watched as the second tower fell. The female E-5 in my unit was from NYC. She had family there. The sergeant in charge of the laundry was from NYC. His brother, or nephew--someone from his family, worked in one of the towers.

A dark pall lay over the camp. Soldiers went about their assigned tasks, because, well that's what you do when you're a soldier. You just keep going. So the people back home could be safe, and never have to think about what you did, or worry about their safety.

And those utter bastards brought the fight to our soil.

Not cleanly, not honorably.

That wasn't a military installation they attacked.

No.

The fuckers went after our heart.

They struck out at civilians.

Every soldier on the post knew what that meant, and I honestly can't recall a single one who didn't welcome it on that day.

We were going to war, and we were going to teach the dishonorable bastards to never bring the fight to our soil again. No matter how long it took, no matter the cost, they would learn to leave the heart of our nation alone, or we'd die trying to teach them that lesson.

Well.

We did die. Lots of us. Or we came back forever changed. But we stood up and said what American soldiers will always say to the people of this nation.

"Don't you worry. I've got your six."

We will always be ready  to protect and defend. That's what soldiers do.

Fire & Ice #5

The incredible heat in Josh's eyes washed over Simeon. Plunged suddenly into the molten river of need pouring from the incubus's eyes, Simeon gasped for air. His lungs immediately felt scorched. A frightened wail escaped him. "Tone it down, Joshua. You're going to kill him if you bring the heat up that fast."Cool tones slid across Simeon's skin, easing the stinging sensation that had so quickly overwhelmed him. A soft white wing brushed his side. Goosebumps broke out over his whole body. The ferocious heat gentled to soothing warmth."Oh."Simeon reached up across himself to pet the pure white wing draped over his side. "Soft."A dark chuckle drew his eyes forward. Josh smiled, the expression somehow sweet and wicked all at once. His long thick lashes screened his eyes."Be careful, Simeon. Nothing gets Rye going faster than stroking his wings."Simeon's breath caught in the back of his throat. He wanted to bury both hands to the wrist in the brilliant white feathers that lay against his side lightly as wisps of silk. His blood pounded in his ears. Simeon could feel each beat of his heart pulsing through his body, pooling hot and heavy in his groin."Is…is it allowed?"Complete silence greeted his query.Simeon's blood rushed from his groin to his face. His burgeoning erection wilted while his face flooded with color."Say something to him Rye. I know most of your brain has melted down into your cock right about now, but Simeon's starting to look like he kicked someone's puppy by accident."Simeon's fingers touched the first feather, slipped along its length caressingly and continued as far down the length of the wing as his current position would allow.A shaky gasp sounded behind him."I-ah-by the sweet Lord-yes, right there…I. Yes. Okay. T-touch me. Touch me more. Please, Simeon."Wicked dark eyes laughed into Simeon's for a split second. "Turn over, luv. Give his wings a proper pet. You'll see what I mean."Simeon nodded. Turning over, he gasped at his first glimpse of Ryan. The angel's face, transformed by the mask of pleasure encasing it, glowed with a cool white light. Josh's voice rasped in his ear, the warm moisture of the incubus's breath ticking Simeon's ear."All that from one little pet. Imagine what he'll look like with your cock in him, Simeon. He'll cry out, begging you to fuck him harder every time you touch his wings. He'll let you do anything, and thank you afterward."Simeon's cock sprang to full hardness.He sucked in a lungful of air."Yes."A stinging bite nipped at his neck, and then Josh's voice was whispering to him again."Do it. Take him."Josh's hand reached over Simeon, grasped Ryan's upper leg and drew it forward over both Simeon's hip and his own. "Look Simeon."Simeon looked. Josh's fingers glistened suddenly, lube appearing from out of the air to coat them."Holy—"Josh laughed roughly. "You mean Unholy, don't you little elemental?"Simeon tipped his head back. Josh's eyes swam with some old hurt. Simeon turned his head further, kissing the underside of Josh's jaw."No. I meant Holy. All things of beauty and love are holy to the Lady I worship."Josh shuddered.Ryan's eyes snapped open."If you two don't stop philosophizing and start fucking, I'm going to lose my mind."Josh quirked an eyebrow upwards. "Well. We can't have that happening, Rye."Ryan cried out. Simeon glanced down to find that Josh had two long fingers buried in the angel's back passage. Josh held them still for a moment, and then began to stroke them in and out with slow deliberate motions. Ryan moaned, long and low, and needy. Simeon shook. His cock was bursting with blood, droplets of pre-come leaking from the tip. His balls were snugged up  hard and tight against his body. Simeon blew out a shaking breath, concentrating on not coming."Josh, now, I need Simeon now. I'm stretched enough. I need him in me."Josh pulled his fingers out.Simeon fit the head of his cock to Ryan's loosened hole. This was the best dream he'd ever had.A velvety black wing spread over his side as he pressed inch by inch into Ryan's tight passage."You're not dreaming this time, Simeon."