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Wednesday Briefs - Nighttime Wishes #15

[image error] Welcome to the Wednesday Briefers flash group. The short stories have a maximum of a 1000 word count plus links at the bottom to the other flashers. The prompts for this week are:
"Who the fuck made you emperor?"
or use a tootsie roll pop or use the evil eye
or "My Aunt Fanny has bigger boobs than you do!"
or "You win some, you lose some..."
or use: a pirate, a gentleman, and a sheep
or make a reference to any REM song
or "She/he asked you to do what?"
or "The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind"
or "Two plus two equals what?"
~ ~ ~ ~Nighttime Promises is the 3rd book in the Nighttime series, which is published by Romance First. I'm using the prompts to help me get going on this book. Yes, this is a tentacle story lol. Fair warning! I'm going to pull this about 3/4th of the way through, expand it, and send it off. Most of the story will be shown on here though. I'm giving this warning so no one will be caught off guard when I pull the story.    
Nighttime Promises #15
Bryan sat at the table while Daroshi served up several plates of food. They’d checked and found pork roast with mashed potatoes and green beans on the menu. Daroshi had a rather large chunk of blue meat in front of him. It reminded Bryan of a turkey leg, only much larger and the wrong color. Daroshi seemed to enjoy whatever it was from the way; he ripped the meat off the bone. He knew Daroshi’s species could go for several days without eating, but good Lord, it must have been quite a while from the way Daroshi wolfed his food down.
Daroshi looked up and caught Bryan’s eye. “Mmm, sorry, my mate. I’m hungry.”
Bryan blinked. “No kidding. Been a while?”
A small tint of color washed over Daroshi’s face. “I’ve had other things on my mind and haven’t really been hungry… until now. I apologize if my lack of manners bothers you. I’ll try to do better.”
Bryan snorted. “Hey, I wasn’t complaining. I’ve seen worse at my buddy’s hunting camp, believe me. Now that was some serious lack of manners.” 
“Sounds like a story.”
“Oh yeah. Five men, off in the woods for a week hunting deer, plenty of beer and only primitive showers… Yeah, things got a little barbaric at times with all the scratching, burping, and farting.” Bryan snickered. “Damn, did we have a blast.”
“Ah, so humans hunt for pleasure just like we do?”
Bryan only nodded. He was so not going there. Sure humans hunted—they hunted animals. The Maz’Rarians tended to hunt sentient beings, along with animals or anything that moved. Then he frowned. Okay, there were humans who hunted humans too. In a way, he was one of those. He hunted other humans who broke laws. He’d even had to kill. The main difference was he wasn’t hunting other men for pleasure. But I do get pleasure from a job well done… just not from killing. Okay, yes, there are times I do I think certain people need to be… Yeah, better not go there. Very shaky ground that. You win some, you lose some... and it’s not something I’ll ever have to worry about now since I’m not a cop.
Maybe it was time to change the subject. “This is really good.”
“Like I said, we’ll see about downloading more recipes tomorrow. I believe Shawn has some he’d share.”
“Sounds good.” Conversation died off as they finished the meal.
Afterwards, Daroshi showed Bryan around the house while they discussed things Bryan wanted to add or change. Finally, Daroshi escorted Bryan outside. “There’s a few hours until dark. Would you like to explore?”
Bryan turned to look at Daroshi. “Really?”
“Sure, why not? I need to get a few weapons from the house, but that won’t take long. You feel up to doing a little hiking?”
“Absolutely. Are we going far?”
Daroshi led them back inside. “Not far today. I’d like to make sure you don’t overdo it, and with night comes the bigger predators. Let’s get you used to the daytime predators first.”
“Are you going to let me carry a weapon? Beside the knife you gave back to me?”
“Of course. I have a posatonic laser stunner that I think you’d like. It has the weight of your police-issued weapon. Set on high, it can take down medium-size animals.” Daroshi deactivated a lock on a door not far from the bedroom. “Come on in.”
Bryan looked around. “Cool.” A weapon room was a weapon room, even if this one looked like something out of this world. “What are you carrying?”
“A transthermal wave enhancer. Those weapons take down most anything.”
“Ah, so you get the bigger gun, is that what I’m hearing?”
Daroshi laughed as he held out the larger of the two weapons to Bryan. “What’s that Earth saying about not judging a book by its cover?”
Bryan just shook his head at the smaller weapon Daroshi kept for himself. “I should’ve known.” He’d bet the bank Daroshi had more weapons on him that couldn’t been seen.
Bryan followed Daroshi back outside. After a crash course in how to handle the weapon, Daroshi let Bryan fire it several times. Once Daroshi was satisfied, they set off. They walked side-by-side, Daroshi pointing out different groups of plants and grasses. The house faded in the distance as they strolled along. Occasionally, Daroshi pointed out small animals that weren’t dangerous to them.
Finally, Daroshi stopped by an outcrop of rocks. “Bryan, I know my planet isn’t what you’re used to, but I hope you’ll give it a chance.”
“It is… ah, very different. I just need some time to… adjust.” Right. I wonder if I managed to say that with a straight face too?
“While I’m off duty, we can investigate the outdoors. We can… you call it camping out, I believe. We can hunt… live off the land. I think this would interest you, yes?”
Dammit, he’s trying. How can I not? “Yeah, actually, I’d like that. You can teach me what I need to know. I love to hunt.”
Daroshi leaned in closer. “My species does too.” A tentacle wrapped around Bryan’s wrist. “I can think of nothing more exciting than hunting you, my mate.”
Bryan’s eyebrow winged up to his hairline. Shit, that should scare me to death, not make me harder than a brick. “Tell you what, big guy, teach me what I need to know to survive out here, and you got yourself a date. I won’t make it easy for you, either.”
Daroshi pulled Bryan closer. “I would certainly hope not. Gods, I can’t wait.”
“One condition—I get weapons too. You’re bigger than me and have home field advantage so give me something, man.”
“That’s fair.” Daroshi kissed Bryan, a sharp nip on his bottom lip. “Let me show you some plants that are safe to eat while we’re out here.”
“Yeah, good idea.” TBC. Make sure to check out the other briefers. :)

Jon Keys A.R. VonJC Wallace Chris T. KatLily Sawyer Cia Nordwell Andrew GordonShelly SchulzRob ColtonElyzabeth VaLey Renee StevensTali SpencerJulie Lynn Hayes
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In the year 2050, humanity finds out they are indeed not alone.

Massive space ships appear without warning above the capital cities of all major nations. The planet Tah'Nar is dying. Chemical warfare has reduced the once-intersexed warrior race to sterility. They need fresh DNA in order to reproduce and have an idea for a harvesting program... and so they turn to Earth.

Earth governments negotiate a lottery, and Dale Michael assumes he's safe since he's under the Harvest age limit. How wrong he is. He's illegally harvested and claimed by Tah'Narian starship captain Keyno Shou. From the moment Keyno sees Dale, he knows he must claim the spirited human male for his own. What he doesn’t expect is a spitfire with a mind of his own—and a deadly disease that will require a risky procedure to cure.

19 day post stroke lol

So, it's been almost three weeks since my stroke. Today is two weeks since surgery. Things are moving along very well, I'm glad to say. I'm up and doing things, but I still can't pick up anything heavier than five pounds. You'd be surprised how many things you actually have to stop and think whether or not can be picked up lol.

I'm trying to eat healthier, which is kinda hard to do when I'm not the one buying groceries. The hubby is having to do that since I can't drive yet. And not being able to drive is a pure bitch, let me tell ya. And of course, he's not getting what I tell him to lol.

I'm not going to even touch on the eight different med's I have to take a day. Hopefully that will cut down to about two pills after my checkup on the 29th. I've gone to not having to take med's to taking more than I can shake a stick at. *sigh*

I'm still not smoking... yay! I haven't had much trouble with it, either. I have noticed now that I'm slowly getting back to work that when I take a break... for a second I find myself getting ready to head outside to smoke lol. It only lasts a minute and I just find something else to do until that need passes. But the habit is still there.

I have PT Tuesdays and Thursdays now. Mostly they're working on my balance and getting my neck to loosen up. The scar still pulls a little, but not as bad as before. It's still a bit swollen too.

So that's all on me lol. What's going on my writing... Well, Wrapped in Leather has gone through one round of edits and the cover spec page has been filled out and sent back. I think it's probably going to be released in Jan.

I haven't heard anything new on The Harvest: Taken. I have seen the cover, but the font was supposed to be changed so I haven't seen the updated cover. The story is in proofing, I do know that. As far as I know, book 1 is still due to come out Oct 29th. If that changes, I'll let you guys know. :)

I am trying to get back to writing my Wednesday Briefs too. I'm in this week, lol; the prompts got me going. Plus I want to get back to it since it is for publication eventually. I want to get Nighttime Promises out as soon as possible. :)

So, that's all for now. I'll touch base again when I have more news!

~M

Welcome Michael Rupured and a giveaway

Fan Favorite Philip Potter

Thanks, M.A., for having me back on your blog to talk about After Christmas Eve, my new release from MLR Press. You’ve spruced an already nice place up quite a bit since my last visit. I don’t know how you find the time for everything you do!
To celebrate the 10/11 release of my second novel, I’m giving away 10 copies (ebooks) through an 11-stop blog hop. To enter, comment before midnight, October 25, 2013 on any of my posts on the eleven participating blogs. Be sure to include an email address.
I had no idea when I wrote Until Thanksgiving that a prequel would follow. The idea of writing a novel was intimidating enough—never mind a series. But something about Philip Potter, a supporting character, grabbed me and wouldn't let go. I wanted to know more about him. Readers loved him too, and shared my interest in his past.
After Christmas Eve is Philip Potter's story. Fans of Thad Parker's uncle will find out what sparked his interest in helping gay teens, abandoned by intolerant parents. They'll also learn Philip's deepest, most well kept secret—unknown even to his precious nephew.
Discovering Philip required a trip to the sixties—a difficult decade in U.S. history for gays and lesbians. Homosexuality was not just a sin, but also a mental illness, against the law, and universally scorned. Major cities across the U.S. shut down gay-owned businesses, raided gay gathering places, and destroyed the lives of hundreds of men through entrapment, harassment, extortion, and/or brutal, often fatal assaults.
Considering I made him up, you’d expect me to know everything about Philip Potter. Well, I don’t. Philip is one cagey dude. The man’s got more secrets than the National Security Agency and tells me stuff only on a need-to-know basis.
He’s pushing 80 now. Anyone who has been out as long as Philip would be just as careful. Old habits die hard. The sixties were a horrible time to be gay in America.
In a conversation with his nephew in the first book, Philip mentions James, a lover who’d killed himself thirty years earlier. You could have knocked me over with a feather. I had no idea! Like everyone else, I had to know more. After Christmas Eve is Philip’s story—at least as much as he’s told me—about the weeks following James’s death in 1966.
Here’s the blurb:
As Philip Potter wraps up his last minute shopping on Christmas Eve, 1966, James Walker, his lover of six years, takes his life. Unaware of what waits for him at home, Philip drops off gifts to the homeless shelter, an act of generosity that later makes him a suspect in the murder of a male prostitute.
 
Two men drive yellow Continentals. One is a killer, with the blood of at least six hustlers on his hands. Both men have secrets. And as Philip is about to discover, James had kept secrets, too. But James wasn’t trying to frame him for murder… 
   
*This is the sixth of eleven stops on the After Christmas Eve Blog Hop. Excerpts appear in serial form along the hop, beginning with my post at http://www.shiraanthony.com/?p=3217.
 
Excerpt #6 of 11
As he tried to focus on keeping his footing on the icy sidewalk, James sorted through the shattered fragments of his dreams for a shard to hold onto. In one afternoon, his father had decimated his hopes and aspirations, leaving nothing but despair and regret.
He wondered if his mother knew about the meeting. She’d been there that awful day when his father had kicked him out, turning her back and leaving the room when he’d pleaded with her to intervene. Roland treated her no better than he had James, but it didn’t excuse her absence or her failure to protect him from the man she’d married in haste.
No, even if she wasn’t in the room when his father had told him to leave, she was every bit as much to blame. His mother and father had thrown him out, together. Leaving him to fend for himself had been a joint decision. They had abandoned him, like an infant in a basket. Only instead of a hospital or church, they’d dropped him off at the bus station with ten dollars in his pocket.
That had been the worst day of his life—until today. Six years ago there had been a silver lining. Escaping the father who had always hated him had spared him the constant criticism and incessant disapproval that permeated every horrid, painful minute spent in his company. Although the odds were against him, asking his father for help was a gamble he had to take—an all or nothing bet that he’d lost.
And now he had nothing.
James should have known better than to give his father yet another chance to hurt him. What had possessed James to think he might have changed? When it came to hurting his wife and son, Roland Walker hadn’t missed an opportunity in his life. Today had been no different. He’d taken the opportunity to spoil James’s dreams and run with it.
Meeting Philip had restored James’s faith in mankind and given him reason to believe in himself. Philip offered a chance to leave behind the dangerous, high-risk lifestyle the other boys led on the streets. But thirty minutes with the father who despised him with a white-hot intensity left James with nothing to believe in but lies and shattered truths.
Continued 10/21on Chris T. Kat’s blog (http://christikat.blogspot.com/)
Buy link: MLR Press (http://www.mlrbooks.com/ShowBook.php?...)
Web site: http://rupured.com

So, an update on what happened to me...

  There's actually a lot of truth in that pic, by the way...  Okay, on Oct 2 at 3 am I got out of bed to used the bathroom... or that was the plan. What I found was my right side was numb. My leg wouldn't support me and my arm just flopped around uselessly. Scared half to death, I woke up the hubby and he called for an ambulance.  Folks, the early results said I'd had a stroke. And for the record, I'm only 43. Then the tears started because my whole right side was just... gone. Totally numb. And I'm right-handed. I could not control my hand at all. The good news: at 10:45am feeling started coming back in my right side. I could walk, talk, move perfectly. My face hadn't drooped like most stroke victims. I looked like I always did. Then the tests started... CAT scan, MRI, angiogram, ultra sounds on my neck and heart... which mean no eating after midnight on those days. *Yuck*  The results: I did have a stroke, a VERY light stroke. Damage was on the left side of my brain, which was why I went numb on the right side for a short while. Guess you'd say it was a warning of what COULD  have happened. Tests showed the left side of the carotid artery was 90% blocked. Yeah, that's freaking huge. That led to surgery this past Monday to get all the junk out of the artery.  The surgery went well, I'm happy to say. I got to go home Tuesday. Oh yeah, they have me doped up on good stuff too, along with a bunch of other pills I now have to take. I go back to see the surgeon at the end of the month. Not real happy with the scar that runs down the left side of my neck... but considering I could have died... I'll deal with it, lol. Even if I do look like Frankensteins Bride right now.
This, of course, means I won't be going to GRL. There's just no way. Hell, I can't get through the day without several pain meds, and they won't let me drive for 4 weeks. Then  PT will start. The stroke did effect my balance somewhat. And I hate that because there were folks I wanted to meet at GRL. *sigh* Stupid stroke, lol.
 So... I'm not on the computer much. I'm still pretty fuzzy but I am checking stuff on my phone. I don't always answer, but I am getting the notes and emails.  It's frustrating trying to type this hopped up on drugs lol, and y'all know my typing can be rather... wild.... on a good day, lol. My thoughts are all over the place. This little note has taken over an hour, and that's waaaaay too long. The pain med is great, but man, it makes me nuts lol.  OH! This is the 9th day that I stopped smoking too. Having a stroke is pretty stong motivation for stopping.  I'll be back, guys. For having a stroke, I'm pretty much back to normal already. Just as soon as I can get off the damn pain med, lol, I can try to get back to work. Wrapped in Leather is going into editing soon, and The Harvest: Taken is coming right along. I did get the cover draft for Harvest Sunday before surgery. I really like it. I okay'd the cover so there shouldn't be any changes. I just need to email the CA and make sure I can show what she sent.   Love ya guys, I'll take to ya soon. :)~Michelle

Welcome Tim Smith

 
I’m pleased to announce the long-awaited release of my newest romantic thriller Warning Shotfrom eXtasy Books. I say long-awaited because it took me a while to get this one to market, but it was worth it. This is the third installment in the Nick Seven spy series, featuring my two most popular characters, former CIA spooks Nick Seven and Felicia Hagens. They were featured in the best-selling books Memories Die Last and Never Look Back. Although this is part of a series, the books do not need to be read in order, as each one is a stand-alone adventure.
 
For the uninitiated, Nick and Felicia live in Key Largo, Florida, where they fled to get away from the spy game and intrigue. Nick is a moody action hero plagued by memories of things from his past, and Felicia is the Barbadian beauty who was once his co-worker. This installment finds them helping Nick’s former mentor from his spy days when it appears that this person has gotten involved in something he shouldn’t have.
 
Nick Seven and Felicia Hagens left the CIA for the laidback ease of the Florida Keys, leaving behind a life of intrigue. When Nick’s former mentor becomes part of a conspiracy with international repercussions, Nick breaks his self-imposed exile to stop him. The case throws Nick and Felicia into a juggernaut of espionage, government cover-ups and political assassinations. Will they succeed in stopping the plan in time? Can their relationship survive another unwanted adventure?
 
I think this is the fastest-paced thriller I’ve ever written, with something for everyone – action, great atmosphere, realistic characters and dialogue, humor, and enough heat between Nick and Felicia to make Key West in July feel like Alaska. There’s also a very strong romantic element between the two leads, one that keeps evolving and getting stronger with each new episode. Here’s an example: 
 
Nick brought Felicia’s hand to his mouth then kissed it. “That’s one of the reasons I’m glad I have you around. You always keep me focused.”
 
“Is that the only reason you’re glad I’m around?”
 
“No, but it’s a long list.”
 
She sat on his lap then ran her fingers through his hair. “I’ve got nothin’ but time, Tough Guy.”
 
He caressed her cheek “You’re resourceful, self-confident and independent.”
 
“You just described a Boy Scout. Can’t you do better than that?”
 
He kissed her. “You’re incredibly hot, passionate about everything and waking up next to you makes all my teenaged dreams come true.” He paused. “Plus you make a mean stir-fried shrimp.”
 
Felicia laughed and lightly smacked his arm. “Is that the best you’ve got? You were always better at foreplay.”
 
“You make me feel alive and I can’t wait to start every day all over again with you.”
 
She cupped his cheek and peered into his eyes. “That’s what I was gonna say. It’s kinda hard to explain but when I first saw you, all that time ago in London, it was like a jolt of electricity went through me. Then when you quit and I went back to Barbados, I felt this big empty inside, like somethin’ vital had been taken away.”
 
He traced her jaw with his fingers. “Same thing I felt. I’m glad we finally got together.”
 
She rested her lips on his and they kissed deeply. Nick inhaled her scent, a libido-boosting blend of Giorgio Red and her natural body chemistry. He massaged her neck while Felicia caressed his cheek. The linger they kissed the more aroused Nick became.
 
Felicia pulled back and smiled. “What’s that I feel pokin’ me from underneath?”
 
“Three guesses and the first two don’t count.”
 
She chuckled seductively. “What is it about this climate that always has you horny?”
 
“It isn’t the climate, it’s you.” He rubbed her cheek. “It’s always been you.”
 
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I’ve been asked why I chose the Florida Keys as the setting for this series. When I sat down to write the first one, I asked myself a question – if I were a former spy who wanted to start over, where would I go? Since I had recently returned from a trip to Key Largo, the answer was obvious. The atmosphere down there lends itself to anonymity, because people basically don’t care who you are or where you came from. In doing research I discovered that the Keys have a lot of former cops and government operatives among its nameless residents. That sealed it for me.   
Buy link: http://www.amazon.com/Warning-Shot-Nick-Seven-ebook/dp/B00FDJPKS0/ref=la_B002HDEN4M_1_12?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1380064039&sr=1-12  My website is www.timsmithauthor.com.    


Bio:
Tim Smith is an award-winning, bestselling author whose books range from romantic mystery/thrillers to contemporary erotic romance. He is also a freelance photographer. When he isn’t pursuing those two passions, he can be found in the Florida Keys, doing research in between parasailing and seeking out the perfect Mojito.

Wednesday Briefs - Nighttime Promises #14

 Welcome to the Wednesday Briefers flash group. The short stories have a maximum of a 1000 word count plus links at the bottom to the other flashers. The prompts for this week are:
 
 
~ ~ ~ ~Nighttime Promises is the 3rd book in the Nighttime series, which is published by Romance First. I'm using the prompts to help me get going on this book. Yes, this is a tentacle story lol. Fair warning! I'm going to pull this about 3/4th of the way through, expand it, and send it off. Most of the story will be shown on here though. I'm giving this warning so no one will be caught off guard when I pull the story.  
Nighttime Promises #14
Daroshi sat up and shoved a few of the pillows behind him that Bryan insisted they have. “It turned out like I thought. Ziang and I presented the facts: Haya confronted you in the corridor. She purposely tried to intimidate you then put her hands on your person. We provided proof, through Blayno, that she was warned she was hurting you. She, of course, claimed she didn’t realize she was inflicting harm since she hasn’t much interaction with humans.”
Bryan settled on the bed, Indian style. “So, what happened?”
“Ziang provided the disk where he confronted her and the request for transfer off his ship. It was verified she had other complaints against her and the transfer Ziang asked for was finalized. So that’s good. As to who poisoned you… There’s no hard proof, even though I have my suspicions. Without proof, Haya wasn’t convicted. That came as no shock. I can’t claim the right to confront her in combat without solid proof, either.”
Bryan picked at the ugly brown sheet. “Nothing we weren’t expecting, then.”
“Ziang did state there was an on-going investigation into the incident. I won’t let this go. Someone tried to kill you and I will have their blood on my hands because of it. The Council gave permission to explore the crime. There has to be something that will lead us to the one that did this. Oh, and Haya was warned to stay away from you.”
“Well, that’s something, at least. This turned out like I expected.”
“Maybe so, but I let it be known if she made contact with you again I’d kill her. She has family on the Council, just like I do. They’ve been warned of my intentions now. It’s the best I can do.”
Bryan shrugged. “It should be enough. Unless she plans to drop by here for a visit, I don’t see why either of us would have to deal with her. Plus, she’s off Ziang’s ship now too.”
“She had better not show up at our home.” Daroshi snarled. “But understand, Bryan, we’ll only be here a short time, at least until the next mission.”
“Oh.” Bryan frowned. “Will I be able to go with you? Is that an option?”
“It is. I am not leaving you here alone.” Daroshi grasped Bryan’s hand, the one which was busy picking at the sheet that covered his legs. “There is the option of resigning my commission as a starship officer. Then I’d have to find something else to—”
Bryan jerked. “Whoa there. Let’s not go making any life-altering decisions right now. My being here is big enough, don’t you think?”
“You would be okay with traveling all over the universe?”
“Absolutely. I’d have no problem with it. None at all.” Bryan scooted to the edge of the bed and stood. “Is there a bathroom around here? I, ah… need to use the restroom. I’d like to take a shower too. I guess it’s too much to hope you have a shower with actual water, huh?”
Daroshi pointed at a door at the other end of the room. “Through there. You work the sonic shower the same way as the one on the ship. I’ll have clothes ready for you once you are done. And be warned, the room is probably going to need a little…”
Bryan grinned. “A little TLC?”
“And that would be…?”
Bryan strode toward the door. “Tender loving care.”
 
Daroshi watched Bryan leave the room, then sighed. He dressed, then crossed over to the screen and called up Bryan’s measurements from the ships mainframe. Replicating clothes didn’t take long. There weren’t a lot of choices in color anyway. As he duplicated Bryan’s clothes, he thought back over the last few hours. The meeting with the Council went exactly as he thought it would, but that didn’t mean he liked it. Bryan didn’t seem too upset at the outcome, through. He was learning his human was more level-headed than he gave him credit for. Maybe it was because he was a police officer back on Earth.
But what really worried him was Bryan’s reaction to the planet he’d now call home. Bryan had been very careful to hide his feelings, and even more careful in what he said. But Daroshi knew his human well enough to know Bryan wasn’t happy. And wasn’t that an understatement? Bryan hated it all.
Granted, Earth was a beautiful planet with its endless blue skies, lovely green grass, and deep oceans. There was so much variety and color on Earth, something his planet didn’t have. He could see why Bryan was shocked, but this was home, and now it was Bryan’s home. But would he ever be happy? Would he be as happy as he was on Earth? Daroshi knew Bryan considered himself a ‘country’ boy… whatever that actually meant. But he did know Bryan enjoyed the outdoors and wasn’t afraid to get out there and get dirty in Earth’s lush dirt.
What was he going to do? Changing his home around to fit Bryan wasn’t a problem. He wanted Bryan to be happy. If changing things around helped Bryan adjust, then Daroshi was more than happy to let him. But Daroshi couldn’t change his planet.
He heard Bryan approach and he carefully blanked his face. “Clothes are there on the bed. Are you hungry?”
“Yeah, actually I am.” Bryan quickly dressed in the black pants and drab shirt laid out on the bed. “Do you have human food on the menu here?”
“I downloaded the things I had saved on the starship’s mainframe, along with your clothing size, so there will be something you like. We might want to add to the menu though.”
“Sounds like a plan.” Bryan grinned. “Let’s go feed me.”

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 Nighttime Wishes #13

[image error] Welcome to the Wednesday Briefers flash group. The short stories have a maximum of a 1000 word count plus links at the bottom to the other flashers. The prompts for this week are:

"You know what I want."

or use the game Solitaire

or use a puzzle in some way

or "Tastes soooo good."

or use a source of light in some way

or have someone in your story use an evil laugh

or "Hey, Mister(Miss) can you spare..."

or have one of your characters go to a thrift shop.
~ ~ ~ ~Nighttime Promises is the 3rd book in the Nighttime series, which is published by Romance First. I'm using the prompts to help me get going on this book. Yes, this is a tentacle story lol. Fair warning! I'm going to pull this about 3/4th of the way through, expand it, and send it off. Most of the story will be shown on here though. I'm giving this warning so no one will be caught off guard when I pull the story.  
Nighttime Promises #13
Bryan didn’t fight the tentacle that entered his mouth. He now knew what would happen. The tentacle seeped a fluid into his mouth and he swallowed; the fluid set him on fire. His body writhed from the intense pleasure.
Daroshi knew that to his human, it would taste sweet, like sugar water. Bryan sucked hard. His eyes rolled back in his head. Daroshi’s body heated and he growled low in his throat, pressing against Bryan. The need to mate strained his willpower to the limit.
“Mmm,” Bryan groaned around the tentacle in his mouth as his hips thrust. Come on, you know what I want.
Feeling his mate’s desperation, Daroshi’s mating tentacle released from its shaft and lowered until it rubbed against Bryan’s ass. The mating tentacle discharged its own lube, the wetness sliding between Bryan’s cheeks and rubbing over his hole.
Bryan shivered as tentacles tightened on his wrists.
Daroshi’s mating tentacle played with Bryan’s hole, lightly bumping against his entrance. Bryan grunted around the tentacle in his mouth, a low whine. Daroshi turned his head. Their eyes locked as Bryan pleaded as best he could with his mouth filled.
“You wanted to fuck, yes? Isn’t that what you said? ” Daroshi asked, knowing Bryan couldn’t answer. “I’m going to pound my mating tentacle into you and stretch open that hot ass of yours. Going to fill you full.”
Small moans seeped around the tentacle in Bryan’s mouth. He nodded his head frantically.
“Not yet, mate. You just keep sucking on that tentacle. You’ll get fucked when I’m ready.”
Bryan sucked harder. Daroshi took a minute to admire Bryan trapped, his legs wrapped in tentacles. Who am I kidding? I’m as ready as he is. Unable to wait, his mating tentacle pushed against Bryan’s entrance, the pressure building until the guardian muscle gave way. He entered Bryan in one long, smooth stroke. Bryan flinched and Daroshi rumbled deeply in his chest, his tentacle unmoving.
Those odd blue eyes stared at him, willing him to wait. Finally, Bryan nodded his head since he couldn't speak. Daroshi’s mating tentacle wiggled inside him once the pain was gone, squirming and twisting, moving in ways a dick couldn’t, rubbing Bryan’s prostate as the tentacle stroking his dick sped up.
That musky scent Daroshi gave off spiked, and his smell drifted around them. Daroshi’s pants were harsh and the growls were low, but gaining in volume. The tentacle in Bryan’s mouth started to thrust as Daroshi fucked Bryan at both ends. This went on for some time as Bryan lay helpless, his eyes telling Daroshi clearly he was loving it. 
“I’m going to… Come for me, mate!”
A strangled scream greeted Daroshi as Bryan’s body did as it was told… and came.
 
Daroshi lay still in their new bed, holding Bryan. He wouldn’t admit, even on the threat of disembowelment, but the thing Bryan called a mattress was… Well, gods, lying in it was almost as heady as making a difficult kill. The thing was so soft and cradled his body. He’d never had such luxury, had never wanted it.
He couldn’t be seen as weak but now, thanks to his mate, he could wallow in such opulence. It was a well-known fact their species spoiled their mates. Now that he’d tried out this mattress thing, he couldn’t wait to see what else Bryan would demand they needed for comfort.
So what if he enjoyed these things too?
Bryan shifted against him and Daroshi held his mate closer. He knew the second Bryan left sleep behind and came awake. “Have a good nap?”
Bryan blinked. “Um, yeah, I guess. Thing is, I don’t remember falling asleep.”
Daroshi ran his hand through Bryan’s dark hair. “Well, let’s just say you did more than scream when I made love to you. You passed out.”
“I passed out?” Bryan’s eyes widened, then he snorted. “Jesus, never done that before you. Of course, I was doing good if I could find someone who would fuck me, never mind fucking me unconscious.”
Daroshi growled. “I do not want to hear of others. There will be no others now. Besides, those men were brainless idiots. It took a warrior to see what you needed. You respond so beautifully, and that’s all for me.”
“Yeah… yeah, I do.”
“So, I could say the sex was good, yes?”
Bryan touched Daroshi’s lips. “You fucked me unconscious. Yeah, I’d say the sex was passable.”
Daroshi raised one scaly eyebrow, a mock frown on his face. “Passable? Passable?Maybe I should take you again and again, see if I can get better than ‘passable’.
Bryan shivered outrageously. “Oooh, I’m so scared. Maybe I had better ‘fess up…” Bryan turned serious. “It was the best sex of my life, Daroshi. Nothing, and I mean nothing, has ever been that good. You blew my mind, man.”
Daroshi kissed Bryan on the forehead. “You sound like you think that’ll be the last time I ‘blow your mind’. It won’t be, I promise you that.”
“You promise me, huh?”
“Absolutely. I’ll do anything, promise you anything, just to make you happy. You are my life, my greatest treasure, Bryan.”
“I’m going to hold you to that.” Bryan stretched, his toes pointing. “Wow, how long was I asleep? I’m a little stiff… and no, not that kind of stiff.”
“Two Earth hours.”
Bryan goggled. “Good Lord. Really? And you just lay here and held me?”
“Of course.”
“That’s… that’s just… You really are something.” Bryan stretched again. “I guess I was more tired than I thought.”
Daroshi mumbled, “Someone just tried to kill you not long ago, so yes, I imagine your body did need rest.”
Bryan sat up and twisted, popping his back. “True. And on that happy note, I think it’s time we talked about what happened when you spoke to your Council.”
TBC 

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Hot in Fall Blog Hop Oct 1 - Oct 7th

   Thank goodness Fall is finally here. I'm ready for that nip of coolness in the air, the leaves changing colors, curling up with a good book and hot chocolate, lol, or a lovers touch in front of a roaring fire... a lingering kiss.  Is there anything sweeter than that first kiss between two lovers? The nerves, the excitment... stumbling into the other guy when the elevator jerks to a stop, lol. Meet Randy and Garrett, the two main characters from Priceless.        
They stepped closer and Randy’s body was as tense as a drawn bow. What would a suave, sophisticated guy do in this situation? Suave, right. Randy just hoped he didn’t make an idiot out of himself.
Randy’s breathing increased as he chewed his lip. His heart sped up as Garrett leaned into him. Would the kiss be hard and brutal, his mouth claimed by an onslaught of passion that would leave him breathless and bruised? He moaned in surprise as Garrett’s mouth sweetly moved on his.
From one heartbeat to the next, pleasure exploded in Randy’s mind. He hadn’t expected such gentleness. Throwing caution to the wind, he grasped Garrett’s hips and pulled him closer. Garrett’s tongue explored his mouth, that sinful goatee tickling his chin. When Garrett nudged his head to the side and nibbled a path down Randy’s neck, he willingly bared his throat. And moaned again when Garrett sucked hard on the tender skin near his collarbone.
Randy, squirming from the sensations, rubbed his leg up and down Garrett’s thigh. One of Garrett’s hands drifted down and lifted Randy’s leg higher, palming his ass as he kneaded the firm flesh. The electricity that jumped between them had Randy shaking.
“Garrett,” Randy gasped as Garrett found a particularly good spot, “there’s gotta be cameras in here.”
Garrett held Randy tightly for a moment, their bodies crushed together, before he released him and moved away. He mumbled under his breath about how could Randy think, much less clearly, at that moment. Randy leaned against the elevator wall, eyes closed, and tried to bring his rampaging body under control. The elevator dinged and lurched to a stop, causing Randy to stumble into Garrett. 

My giveaway for the Hop is Priceless. All you need to do is comment and leave me an email addy.  After the Hop is over I'll contact the winner. Hope everyone has a great time! 

Shadows in the Night - Honorable Mention in the Rainbow Awards

 Oh my God, I received the news this morning that Shadows won an Honorable Mention. This is the first award I've ever won, lol! And I'm just besides myself. There are so *many* excellent authors' competing for awards in different categories... several really big names. I'm honored to have made it this far. :) October 1st the finalists of the 2013 Rainbow Awards will be announce.  An Honorable Mention means a judge really liked the book, so much they gave it a rate above 36 out of 40; an honorable mention doesn't necessarily mean the book is a finalist, we'll have to wait for the actual announcement on October 1 to know that.
*fingers crossed*

~M