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The Soldier & the State Trooper-Excerpt 2

Best. Dream. Ever. It had to be. Christie didn't think this could possibly be happening to him in real life. Robert tasted spicy, like A-1 steak sauce, Caesar dressing, and something that was just him. Bold, warm, and exhilarating; the flavor made Christie shake just a little. He could spend hours just tasting this man.Lack of oxygen finally forced him to remove his mouth from Robert's. Christie blinked as he registered his tight grip on the larger man's shoulders, and the firm, burning heat of Robert's waist against his wrapped legs. He was doing a damned fine impression of a horny spider-monkey by clinging to Robert while grinding his rampant erection against the sexy trooper's rock hard abs."How'd I get up here? When did you stand up?"He must have sounded as bewildered as he felt. Robert was suddenly laughing so hard, the man could barely stand. The big trooper leaned against the side of the house right next to the sliding glass doors and brought their mouths back together.Christie was pretty sure Robert's tongue was trying to teach his the Paso Doble or some equally intricate and intense Latin dance. He writhed against Robert, their chests rubbing against one another. Christie moaned into Robert's mouth. He slid his lips up along Robert's jaw and quietly growled out a request directly into Robert's ear. He was supremely conscious of the fact that too much noise would wake Frankie, calling a halt to all the adult fun currently going on."Inside." Christie's low growl reverberated against Robert's firm chest. "Get inside. Naked. Get naked inside."Robert peeled Christie off his front and then pried the smaller man's legs from around his waist. He set Christie down on his own feet. The man grinned like some cheesy cartoon character the whole time. He reached behind himself and pulled the sliders open. "Now there's a plan I'm all for getting behind, Christie."Then his lips were where they belonged, back on Christie's, and they were stumbling through the living room and into the bedroom. Robert paused then, his face serious and tender. He cupped Christie's cheek in one big hand."Christie, are you sure about this? I don't mind waiting…well, that's a lie, I would mind, but I'll wait if you need more time. I don't want to take advantage."Christie grabbed the edges of Robert's borrowed apron. Growling, he used it to swing the larger man around. Once he had his yummy trooper positioned, he shoved with all his strength. Robert fell back on the big antique German bed. He looked like a smorgasbord of hot Nordic fuckableness."Oh, hell no, Robert. Take advantage of me as many times as you want."

Satuday, at the cafe...

Well, at least for the moment. I've got a little blurb posted over at LRC http://groups.yahoo.com/group/LoveRomancesCafe/message/253828 so hop over, take a peek, check out all the coolness going on. Gotta run, ciao for now my lovelies! See you later from the library.

Friday Flash: Fire & Ice #1

What's a lonely frost elemental to do when the nights get too cold and long? Simeon takes up pen and paper, drawing page after page of the two hot men he dreams about. Little does he realize that Josh and Ryan are as real as he is, and that the three of them are headed for a steamy collision of everything from hearts to minds to hands, lips and well, all parts south of the tops of their heads.


Fire & Ice
"Shit."Simeon watched the tail lights disappearing into the distance with a sinking sensation in the pit of his stomach. Carl was nice. He'd professed comfort with Simeon being a little on the cool side. They had several fun dates where they met up at the local ski-lodge, and then went cross-country skiing or snowmobiling. Simeon did everything in his power to hide his…differences.He liked having a boyfriend. They'd only kissed a couple of times, and Carl started to push for more after the third date. Simeon thought he could hold it together, keep his power under wraps. He'd overestimated his control.They had dinner, and then moved to the living room. Simeon put one of his favorite videos in. Will Ferrell was so funny in it. That was where things started to go wrong."Elf?"Carl's voice blew straight past disbelief to incredulity. "Uh, yeah. I love this movie…don't you think Will Ferrell is funny in it?"Carl shook his head. It didn't look like a negation so much as though he were trying to clear it."You actually want to watch Elf?"Okay. Simeon was starting to get nervous now. Carl said that as if…there was something wrong with liking the movie."Uh…we can pick another movie instead. I just thought this one would be fun…and well, it's my favorite so I wanted to share it with you."Carl blinked at him. "Just how old are you Simeon?"Crap. Simeon couldn't lie, and he was pretty sure that either way he answered Carl wasn't going to appreciate the information."I-uh-I'm 19. Sort of. Or 319."Simeon smiled weakly at Carl.Carl blinked again, and got up from the couch with his jacket in hand. Patting Simeon on the shoulder he said, "Kid, you should probably call your counselor or whoever helps you get your meds adjusted. Clearly, it's time to get them checked again. They can't possibly be working."Then he was out the door.
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Warm lips kissed up each shoulder, one pair circling around to the front of his throat before moving up his jaw line toward his mouth. The second pair settled in at the juncture of his neck and shoulder on the left side, nipping and sucking and flat-out driving him insane. Simeon was burning up. He could feel the steam rising from his skin. He'd never felt like this before. A hot hand slid down his chest to tease along the crest of one hip. The further down it moved, the hotter it felt against his cool skin. By the time the long fingers and strong palm encircled the base of his diamond hard cock, Simeon was gasping with need. "Please. Please."A low, dirty chuckle sounded in his ear."Why Ryan, I do believe our boy is trying to ask you for something.""You know Josh, I think you might be right."As the second voice spoke, the hand around Simeon's phallus began to move, stroking him with firm, even, and purposeful strokes. The deliberate motion combined with the steadily growing heat pushed Simeon higher and higher in a vortex of desire until he was flung, shouting, from the highest precipice. Simeon jerked awake, his throat raw and his sheets sticky. This was the fifth time he'd dreamed about Josh and Ryan, their hot hands and hotter mouths roaming his body. He sat up in bed and reached for his sketch pad. A frisson of sorrow passed through him."If only they were real."He laughed at his own whimsical thoughts, and then turned back to his drawing. He'd gotten Josh's lips right in the last attempt, but he still wasn't satisfied with Ryan's eyes. Sticking his tongue out to touch the corner of his lips, Simeon lost himself in the soothing motions of the colored pencils slipping over the page.After a while, Simeon gave a grunt, throwing the sketchpad down with a grunt. Ryan's eyes still weren't right. The shape was better this time…but something was missing from the expression. They weren't wild enough, or hot enough. Crap. He knew he could get it right if he had an actual person to draw from."Even a photo would help."The ringing of his doorbell shattered the early morning stillness.Who could that be? Simeon racked his brain, but couldn't think of anyone who had reason to show up at his house this early. He hadn't even ordered anything from online. Maybe he should. The UPS guy was nice, and it gave him someone to talk to.The buzzer sounded impatient this time.Simeon fell out of bed, dragging his robe off the back of the closet door and shoving his sock clad feet into a fuzzy pair of snow white bunny slippers. A heavy knocking started.Simeon scampered down the hall, sliding to a breathless stop against the front door."J-just a minute."A rich, dark, smoky voice rolled through the door."I don't care Josh. He needs us now. My father owes me a boon for what I did last Michaelmas, and I'm calling it in for this. We won't get in trouble."A lighter tone rang out like the belling notes of a trombone played by a master. If he called out-"Okay, Rye. Tell him to open the door before he freezes right to the floor. Geez, who ever heard of a frost elemental who couldn't take the cold?"A sharp smacking sound thudded through the door. Simeon stared at the thick wooden expanse with wide eyes. It couldn't be. He. He'd dreamed them. His heart beat faster and faster until it felt as though it would leap from his chest, and he was gasping for air. Simeon flung the door open.His vision narrowed to a black tunnel. At the far end he saw them framed in an oval of purest white, his Josh and Ryan. And now he knew exactly what he'd gotten wrong in the picture."Too cold—"

Fabulous Friday Five: Ready, Steady, Go

Yeah, I know that's six. But David Tennant is so fecking smexy I had to have him twice. Yummers. 
Be sure to check back later today for the first installment of my brand new reason to find Friday fabulous: Friday Flashtastic. 1000k of no fooling never published anywhere else, you can only get it here goodness. Now that's worth stopping back a time or two!

Think Tank Thursday: Are we there yet?

Today I checked the "Talent" page over at Mlr Press.

Oh. My. Fecking. Word.

I'm up there.

Big as life, and twice as pretty. Even if I do say so myself.

*grinning*

So, now...am I there? A really, truly, no fooling author?

Well, I believe you're an author the first time you pick up a pen or tap the keyboard to create a story simply because you...must. Like breathing. I think I was about four or five the first time I wrote because I had to.

Still, it's awfully nice to get the validation!

Work in Progress Wednesday-Two times the fun redux!!!

So, I lied.

Whoa, hold up.

No need to panic.

You're still getting a second excerpt.

Just not the one I though I was going to post.

Carol and Alessandro were strangely quiet today. Normally those two can NOT be silenced.

Today it was Evans and Doc Bald Eagle from the sequel to my upcoming release. The new story is called; The Soldier & the Shaman.

And here's a little sneaky-peak, hot off the, er, presses...and by presses I mean straight out of the swamp I laughingly call my mind, no editing, not even by moi. Be warned.

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Evans eyed the single drop of creamy white liquid running down the ridged surface of the waffle cone in Doc Bald Eagle's big hand. It would be so easy to sneak a lick while he was distracted by Nikki's long-winded tale of woe. Like taking candy from a baby. Simple as falling off a log. Heh.  "Don't even think about it Little Hawk."Damnit, how did the man do that? Evans tilted his head slightly to the side, glancing out of the corner of his eye. Sure enough, the big shaman's eyes were trained on him like twin lasers. Shit. The guy was a freaky ice-cream hoarder. His tongue snaked out, luscious and pink, and swiped up the errant drop of vanilla goodness. "You should share it with me Doc."The doctor arched one elegant brow at his young lover. So thought Evans, maybe that hadn't been exactly the right approach."Please?"A faint smile tipped the corners of the doctor's lips up. Yes. Evans knew he was in. Once the doctor started to smile, even a little, he was putty. Warm, melty, been sitting in the sun putty. Evans turned the wattage on his smile up a notch, just to see if the ice-cream would melt faster. It didn't, but Doc Bald-Eagle paused his efforts to catch the creamy liquid running down the side of his cone. His amber eyes were locked on Evans's lips. The soldier smiled. Heh. He had the big guy right where he wanted him now. Puckering his lips, Evans leaned in closer. At the very last moment he dipped his head, stealing a tasty swipe of vanilla flavored heaven before surging up to share the cool, sweet taste with Doc Bald-Eagle. "Little Hawk, I think you're looking for a punishment."The gravelly sound of the big man's voice told Evans that the doctor was far from unaffected by the little show. A satisfied smile bloomed. Bald-Eagle dropped the cone. Wrapping both arms around Evans he hefted the slighter man up against him in a searing full frontal press. A full body shudder shook Evans. God, the doc was so hot. He was the only man Evans had ever met who was so big he made the well muscled soldier feel slight. Well, except for his pal Collin's mountain of a Norseman. Doc Bald-Eagle slid his hands under Evans's ass. "Oh Doc, yeah, just like that."Fuck ice-cream. The shit just melted and got sticky. Kinda like Evans was about to. Hot as it was he realized he'd rather do without the cold treat. Anything was alright as long as the good doctor kept his hands in contact with any part of Evans's body. The big hands on his ass tightened, rocking him rhythmically against the unyielding firmness of Bald-Eagles muscular form. Oh.Oh god. He was going to."Ah…"Evans shivered and twitched for long moments, his body rising and falling in a steady rhythm. After a few eons of mindlessness, he felt his scattered wits slowly gathering themselves and limping back into his head. Evans blinked open his eyes to find the doctor looking down at him with an expression of complete smug amusement."Little Hawk, you owe me another cone. You're racking up quite an ice-cream debt with me, you know."Evans nodded his head in agreement."I know. Every time I see your tongue come out from between those sexy fucking lips to lick up a stream of sweet, sticky, white liquid…I just lose it."

Work in Progress Wednesday-Two times the fun!!

So, in honor of my impending release, I'm posting two excerpts today. The first will be from The Soldier & the State Trooper, my smexy M/M contemporary/paranormal novel coming out with Mlr Press by mid-August at the latest (according to the Goddess of Formatting).

Heh.

So, color me excited, and color you any shade of lucky duck you choose. Cause today you get an excerpt from that hot novel and your regular WIP Wednesday excerpt.

*grins*

Here you go. Let's join Christie and Robert!

Christie laughed nervously at the stunned expression on the handsome trooper's face. It wasn't the first time someone had taken a glance at him and mistaken him for a woman. It likely wouldn't be the last. He made a valiant attempt to corral his careening thoughts.His laughter trailed away when the state trooper resettled his uniform hat on his head. The action revealed the prominent bulge the man was sporting. Christie nervously licked his lips.The trooper had obviously seen something he liked while Christie was bent over leaning into the back seat. Christie hoped he didn't get angry about it now that he knew the person he'd gotten turned on by was a man."It's okay officer. I get that a lot. I hated my name when I was younger. I was gonna change it, cause there's already enough confusion over how I look. My mom really loved it though. I promised her I wouldn't change it before she died."Christie glanced up at the trooper again. The flashing lights of his patrol car shone in the edges of Christie's vision. He gestured in their direction."She was killed in a car wreck. Drunk driver. That's why I hate the lights. Flashing. Umm, I won't change my name. That's what I meant. I keep it even though it causes me trouble sometimes. Once a guy didn't believe I was a man until I actually showed him the goods…er, sorry. That's probably not appropriate. I-I talk too much when I'm nervous. Umm. Could I have my ticket now? I really need to get to post."The man, Trooper Lindstrom according to his name badge, gave Christie what looked like a half-lustful/half-incredulous look as he handed over the ticket. He then briskly popped his mirrored shades back on, silently tipped the round brim of his beige hat and strode back to his car. Christie watched the man's powerful looking thigh muscles bunch and release as he strode away.After the trooper pulled out and around him, Christie sat for a few minutes, resting his hands on the steering wheel as he took slow, calming breaths. He tried biting his lip, but the pain wasn't enough to put him back together this time. He let his mind wander to the gorgeous trooper who had just screwed any chance he had of getting to the base before 0900.Christie must have mistaken that look.It couldn't have been lust.The gorgeous trooper was probably straight.What a waste.

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The next excerpt will be coming a little later today, and will be a delicious scene from When in Rome...involving a very sexy shifter, his unwitting mate, and some quickly melting ice-cream...

Another Triumph for Tuesday

O_o I'm on the "Upcoming Releases" page at MLR press.

Squee.
        Squee.
                  Squee.

Giddy with excitement!

Tueday Triumph

Okay, okay, I know it's a tiny little thing.

But when you're up to your eyebrows in packing boxes and having to reassemble just everything, finding the Tool Box is akin to finding the Holy Grail.

No.

Really.

So I found the box (not that one silly, heh, as if I could lose THAT one.) and that means I can clean the fan...which in turn facilitates the whole unpacking scenario.

Cool huh?

So, in honor of finding the right, er, tools, here's a pic of someone who sure looks like he knows how to swing...a hammer.

 

Manic Monday

Squee.

The Soldier and the State Trooper is about to go to Formatting.

Squee.

Okay time to celebrate, even though I have about a zillion boxes to unpack still.

Yeah, I drew some of the inspiration for this one from my own life...cause that Dragon Soldier with the briliant green-eyed stare? Is moi.

Yes, he...(nom-nom-nom) was the inspiration for Robert.


And this pic helped me put them together...