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The Next Big Thing

The Next Big Thing - Find Out What I'm Working On!   


Michael Mandrake, a talented author that I know, tagged me for this little blog hop. The Next Big Thing is an on-going blog hop in which authors get to talk about their favorite thing: their work, and what their current Work in Progress.

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Ten Interview Questions for the Next Big Thing:

~What is your working title of your book?
Moonlit Skies, which I’m co-authoring with Julie Lynn Hayes.   ~Where did the idea come from for the book?I got Julie intrigued with the idea of aliens, lol, when she was the EIC for two sci-fi books for publication for me.She's also going through a series called The Harvest. And... it went from there.    ~What genre does your book fall under?M/M science fiction/romance  ~Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition?For Reed: Ben Barnesfrom The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince CaspianFor Taz: Travis Fimmel  ~What is the one-sentence synopsis of your book?A Southern boy in the big city takes in a lost traveler and gets more than he bargained for when he discovers a whole new meaning to out-of-towner.  
~Will your book be self-published or represented by an agency?Hope it will be with a publisher. We’ve submitted the first book in the series called Be My Alien. This cover is a little something Julie made for us. 

~How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript?Ah, maybe 6 weeks. Not really sure, but I can tell you it went fast.  ~What other books would you compare this story to within your genre?Oh wow, no titles come to mind. But I'd have to say anything having to do with aliens coming to Earth.  ~Who or what inspired you to write this book?Julie is editing a story for me I plan to submit at the end of the year. It has to do with… aliens, lol. She became fascinated with them!   ~What else about your book might pique the reader’s interest?It’s a love story that takes place over Valentine’s Day.  The people I tagged for this: See? They're waiting on ya'll to check them out, lol! ~M

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A quick note

 Some good new! Razor's Edge press wants the sequels to Lust and Ice, my Bad Boys Club series. For those that read that one, the next book is called Into the Darkness. It's about the Jordan and Allen and the vampire Chaus. And no, this vamp does NOT sparkle lol. The last book in the series will be called Haunting the Night and that is Hugh's story and the werewolf Tobis.

Okay, now the bad news... the 2nd story has to be written, beta-read, edited, and sent in by the first week in December. The plan is to release the book in Jan. So, that means the free reads on my blog may be hit or miss for a few weeks.

When I have time, the story I'll try to keep up with is Szin's story. I know that's the one most everyone is interested in. :) I'm NOT walking away from it. Just work with me guys, and hopefully tihngs will get back to normal soon.

Muse says no yelling at the author! That leads to an inability to write, which means M might miss her deadline, and then the publisher isn't going to be happy. (and from what I've heard the editor, Margaret, will threaten to sing... and that's a BAD thing lol.)~Muse ~M 

Winner of Nighttime Dreams

And the winner is... oh look! Pretty guys on top of a bar!


Oops. Sorry, lol. Short attention span, you know. *wink* And the winner is:
Mandi  I've sent you an email, Mandi! Congrats! The next giveaway will be the Christmas Blog Hop. (Unless something comes up before than, lol.)  Thank you guys for all the great comments. I had fun reading them. :) ~M

Nighttime Dreams Giveaway!

 
tgi fRIDAY! So, with the upcoming release of Nighttime Dreams I'd thought we do a giveaway! Yay for giveway's lol. :)  Here is Smashwords buy link:https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/253161

Here is ARe buy link:https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-nighttimedreams-994823-144.html
 Amazon buy link:http://www.amazon.com/Nighttime-Dreams-Wishes-ebook/dp/B00A4DKP3U/ref=sr_1_24?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1352488594&sr=1-24&keywords=nighttime+dreams

 To be entered, do the following: 1. Leave a comment and tell me if you've ever seen an UFO. (I'll tell you now I've seen some damn strange things where I live.)2. Leave a email addy for me. I'll announce the winner Sunday. :) I'll post the winner on Fb, Twitter, and on here. Like usual, I'll email the winner and ask that you email me back. Then I'll send the PDF. As soon as I have buy links I'll put those up, also. Likes and tags are *greatly* appreciated, lol.  Blurb:

Bryan, a simple country sheriff, is ready to shoot someone and hide the body. One particular homophobic FBI agent is really pressing his buttons. Along with that he finds himself in the middle of an FBI investigation revolving around a recent UFO crash landing, is questioned about a missing friend targeted by the FBI, and makes first contact with the very alien the FBI is hunting.
Daroshi, Ma’Rairan warrior, has fulfilled his obligation to his species, and is ready to mate. As second in command he monitored the rescue of his captain who crashed on Earth while collecting his mate, and witnessed the confrontation between a country sheriff name Bryan and his captain. Impressed by how courageously the brawny human male handled meeting a fully armed alien warrior, Daroshi asks permission to take Bryan as a mate.
Neither male is ready for the problems that come with Daroshi’s decision, nor the passion that explodes between them. 
Excerpt:
Ziang and Daroshi transported down into Bryan’s backyard. The night was pitch black, the moon hid behind layers of fluffy clouds. Branches in the trees danced soothingly to gentle breezes. An abundance of shrubs moved silently in the quietly swirling wind. Bryan’s small house was set away from the main road and deep in the woods, alone and isolated. Much like the owner.
“Interesting set-up he has.” Daroshi looked around. “Bit cut off, though.”
“That’s good for us. The last thing we need is more attention, and that FBI agent showing up,” Ziang said. “I want this to go clean and fast.”
“True. Of course, if he did show up, we could give him to Haya.”
“I don’t like the human, but I wouldn’t do that to my worst enemy.” Ziang tapped the communications device on his wrist, loading in their landing coordinates. “Since Bryan is a law enforcement officer, set your weapon to low stun, just in case.”
“Ziang, I don’t want to stun him if it can be avoided.”
“Neither do I, but Shawn’s words keep replaying in my head. Most bullets won’t hurt us, but then, Bryan isn’t most humans. I’m sure he has other weapons in his house that could be dangerous.”
“But their weapons are so primitive.”
“That may be, but primitive can wound just as easily as advanced. Set your stunner to low, and use only if needed.”
“Yes, sir.”
“I’ll distract him, and you unarm him, if necessary. I know you don’t want me touching him.”
“No more than you’d want my hands on Shawn.”
“Understood. And no, I wouldn’t.”
“Should we activate our invisibility?”
“No, it’s dark enough. If we just appear, we may scare him even more.”
They crept around the house, moving carefully though the darkness. Both activated their face shields for night vision. They blended with the night, silent hunters that became one with the darkness and shadows; predators with a mission. The prey was inside, unaware of what was closing in on him. Ziang opened his wrist weapon and pinpointed Bryan in the house by his body heat. He motioned for Daroshi to follow him to the back of the house. They’d enter through the back door in the kitchen. As they passed the open window, Daroshi came to a stop when he heard Bryan’s comment about his hand and a big red dildo.
His body came alive and his tentacles jerked against his back. A low growl of desire slipped out. Ziang immediately sliced his hand through the air, calling for silence. Daroshi couldn’t help himself; the very image of Bryan working a dildo up his ass inflamed him and sent his desire for the human spinning out of control. Daroshi respected this human’s bravery and his dedication to an often thankless job, but now there was more. He could scent Bryan’s arousal. The scent was unlike anything he’d ever smelled, sharp and musky. From the depths of his soul the word mine exploded in his head. He wanted Bryan with a passion he hadn’t felt, ever, and he’d do whatever it took to ease him into his new life.
In his excitement, he made a rookie mistake. As he passed the window, he didn’t bend down low enough to conceal himself.
* * * *
Bryan sat at the table, waiting for the cookies to bake, when he heard a low growl, quickly smothered, outside the window. He’d heard something very similar, and not long ago. It wasn’t a sound he’d ever forget. Every hair on his body stood up, adrenaline spiked, and his heart kicked into high gear. A cold flush spread though his body. From the corner of his eye, he caught the blurry shape of something moving under the window. He glanced at the back door and his stomach cramped. It was unlocked. There was no way he could lock it before the intruder busted through. And if he was right, and what was out there was what he thought it was, a wood door wasn’t going to stop it. Plus, the window was open.
Calmly he stood and reached for the drawer by the stove. His off-duty weapon was stored there. He grabbed the taser, too. Why was the alien back and sneaking around his house? If it was the alien that Shawn left with, why not just show itself? He’d seen it before, so why act like this? He’d seen lights in the nighttime sky shortly after Shawn left with his alien, but he assumed they were monitoring the situation, to make sure all was okay before they left. It never crossed his mind they were watching him. Why would they be watching him? Another unsettling thought hit Bryan. Had something bad happened to Shawn? If that was Shawn’s alien, and he wasn’t sure it was, had it returned to let him know? But that was silly; he couldn’t communicate with it like Shawn could.
What the hell was going on?
The handle on the back door turned slowly. Bryan tried to slow his breathing; he was sucking air and that wasn’t good. The door eased opened, an inch at a time. He held his ground as the door opened and he found himself staring at a seven and half foot alien… again.  
~If you're interested in the first book in the series, Nighttime Wishes, here are the buy links:ARe: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-nighttimewishes-790160-143.htmlAmazon: http://www.amazon.com/Nighttime-Wishes-ebook/dp/B0082CA5XU/ref=la_B007A8JA4C_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1352413371&sr=1-2Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/159029

In the Spotlight - Tali Spencer

Today the author in the Spotlight is Tali Spencer. She's dropped by to talk about her book from Dreamspinner, The Prince of Winds.



 Title: The Prince of Winds Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Buy Link: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=3231 
       Blurb:
Rimmon may be an eagle warrior, but he’s never known war, and he’s never known love—until his kingdom’s army is destroyed by Ekari, the demon of winds, and he is captured by Melkor, one of the Iron Horde that has been killing off the world's gods. Those gods have cursed Melkor and his brothers to be conquerors and never to be loved, but Melkor, hoping to overcome his fate, carries Rimmon off to his island. There, he heals Rimmon’s wounds and teaches him about sexual pleasure, earning the young warrior’s trust and fanning the flames of an attraction both men yearn to embrace. But the curses of vengeful gods are difficult to break, especially when Rimmon discovers Melkor is the demon who destroyed his home.
 
Excerpt:
In the several minutes it took Melkor and Bodhan to reach the outcropping, the eagle flew out once more. By the time it returned, they had established a vantage point from which they could survey the shadowed recess the bird frequented. Closer scrutiny revealed the half-hidden but recognizable shape of a man’s torso and head. 
With a snap of wings, the eagle returned again, landing upon one of the boulders. It dipped its head toward the man, placing the limp, dripping thing in its beak upon the face. They watched in amazement as a hand rose to grasp the wet cloth, which they now saw it to be, and squeezed it so a stream of drops fell. 
“The creature’s bringing him water!” Bodhan whispered. He stared, fascinated, at the scene.
“An eagle warrior, perhaps injured.” Melkor made the logical leap. He had never heard of a raptor caring for a human, but some of the advance scouts had told tales of an uncanny bond between an Akeled warrior and his bird. To his friend he said, “The fishing boats just south of the camp—”
“Yes. I remember.” As ever, Bodhan grasped his direction.
“Go back, bring some men and any nets you can find.”
“Only if you promise not to attempt something foolish. Those birds are killers.”
“I know that. I won’t engage them. Just come back quickly.”
He watched Bodhan until his friend had made a clean break toward the river. Only then did his fingers relax about the stone he’d found. Throwing a stone at an eagle was not the soundest of plans, but he had only that and a dagger as weapons. Of course, he also had the wind. He held his gift upon his tongue, tucked against the edge of his teeth.
The eagle launched again, abruptly, this time with nothing in its beak. With powerful beats of its wings, it swiftly cleared the river, headed toward the wild flats where no soldiers roamed.
It’s gone to hunt, Melkor realized. Surely it would be gone long enough for him to get a better look. Staying low, he crept through the grasses to the boulders concealing the man. Mindful of the eagle and that the man he approached would be armed, he closed his fingers about the hilt of his dagger and stopped every few steps to look toward the sky.
Moving around a boulder baked hot by the sun, he looked into a hollow that afforded enough shade for a man. He saw a pale foot sandaled in sturdy brown leather, attached to a bare-skinned, scraped, and swollen leg. From ankle to knee, the flesh showed an ugly purple, the bone beneath it distorted. Broken, which explained why this Akel had not fled to a more promising location. Making sure to keep more than an arm’s length from his quarry, he stepped forward to see more.
The eagle warrior was young and covered with blood. Even filthy and battered, he was beautiful. Soft waves of short red-gold hair, weighted by dust, clung to creamy skin shadowed by bruises and days-old stubble. That amazing coloring only enhanced the way chestnut eyelashes fanned upon a bloodstained cheek favored by a straight nose and pale lips so perfectly formed they begged to be kissed. Melkor stood motionless in pure admiration, appreciating why his cock swelled with interest. He had a longstanding weakness for exotic beauties. Even half-dead ones, apparently. Slowly, he lowered himself to crouching. The youth still clasped the wet cloth in his left hand, holding tightly to what his eagle had brought. Tucked against his arm was a gauntlet of thick black leather with a wide cuff of red snakeskin stamped with a gold medallion, from which dangled a gilded, red leather tassel.
Suddenly, the young warrior’s hand snaked forth. A dagger flashed in his fist. Melkor, having anticipated the attack, caught his hand by the wrist and stared, utterly arrested, into eyes of glorious deep violet-blue laced with shots of gold. The boy even had beautiful brows, shaped like the wings of his eagle.
“You are mine,” he murmured, his cock instantly erect.
His captive’s breathing quickened, hard with fear.
“I will not hurt you,” Melkor assured him. He pried away the dagger and tossed it a short distance into the rocks as the Akel strove against him, wounded but strong. He was glad to hear voices and the sounds of disturbed stones below, his men arriving at a run.
The youth’s perfect lips parted over white, even teeth. “Ayet!” the young man hissed. Triumph gleamed in narrowed eyes.
A feral shriek split Melkor’s eardrums. He ducked as a furious ball of red feathers and extended golden talons bowled him over. Sharp agony raked his upraised arm and shoulder, tearing through the fabric of his robe, giving birth to fountains of wet heat. Blood flowed freely down his arm to bathe his ribs.
“Throw it!” Bodhan’s cry accompanied a fluttering whoosh and another scream from the eagle. The weight abruptly left Melkor’s body, followed by shouts from his men. Looking beneath his arms, held crossed over his head for protection, he saw three soldiers wrestling the netted, thrashing, and screaming bird.
Beside him, the young warrior yelled loudly and lurched toward something on the ground. One of Melkor’s men raised his sword.
“No!” Melkor cried. Sa’uffuuu! A wind leapt from the outcropping, catching the soldier’s garments and spinning him around. Diving at the Akel warrior, Melkor grabbed him about the waist and rolled him over, even in battle savoring the arching of that hard young body under his. Another soldier, coming to his aid, pinned the Akel’s legs.
A scream of raw pain broke from the captive’s throat just before he collapsed, fainting on the sun-hot stone. 
Bio:
Tali Spencer is fascinated by swords, mythology and everything ancient and magical. Thanks to a restless father, she grew up as a bit of a nomad and lived in more than a dozen U.S. states.  Her vagabond youth lives on in a tendency to travel whenever she can.  She’s not afraid of planes, horses, trains, or camels.  Her preference is for ships, however, and few things clear her mind like a week or two at sea.  On land, her favorite destinations are castles, museums and archeological sites.  When not writing, she reads, experiments with food or takes long walks with her loving, if slightly neurotic, poodle. 
Blog: http://talismania-brilliantdisguise.blogspot.com/Twitter: @tali_spencer
Email: palaistea@gmail.com

The Harvest - The Next Generation

 Szin's story 
The next morning Szin woke to an empty bed, and something that smelt wonderful. Stomach growling, Szin wondered what Takeo was cooking. After he found some of Takeo’s draw string pants, he stumbled into the bathroom. Moments later, he walked back to the bathroom … to furious voices coming from somewhere in the house. Szin stopped to listen, but the other voice wasn’t familiar.
Takeo’s voice, on the other hand, was very familiar… and pissed. What the hell was going on? Szin peeked around the door. An Onfrevian male stood in the kitchen with Takeo. The male was bigger than Takeo, much bigger. His skin was snow white like Takeo’s, but then most Onfre had that skin color. He also had red eye, like the rest of his species. That was the only thing he and Takeo had in common, though.
Takeo stood with his arms crossed over his bare chest. “How dare you interrupt this morning, Fraylor? Do you not understand the male who is my mate is in the other room?”
“Please.” Fraylor rolled his red eyes. “You can’t be serious, Takeo. I saw him yesterday. That’s the one you plan to claim? Sure, he’s pretty, and I bet he’ll make a sweet little plaything, but—”
Takeo’s arms bulged as he tightened his hands. “You dare? You dare to insult him? And in front of me, no less?”
Fraylor hissed, his eyes nothing more than slits. “Oh, I dare. Have you forgotten our time together? You submitted to me.”
Szin’s mouth fell open. Whoa, wait a minute. Takeo bottomed?
Takeo arms fell to his sides, his fists clenched. “Don’t make it sound like more than what it was. You submitted to me that night, also. That was nothing more than an experiment. I told you that at the time. I also told you it wouldn’t happen again.”
Fraylor hissed. “I fucked you, Takeo. You had to feel something. You yelled so sweetly when I fucked you. You say it was an experiment? Well, it was more than an experiment to me.”
“Then that’s your problem, not mine. I only wanted to know what it felt like so I’d know how Szin would feel when I take him. And what I found was time needs to be taken to prepare the one receiving. I fucking yelled, Fraylor, because you plowed into me with no thought. You hadn’t opened me like I needed. Gods, I bled. It was not an enjoyable experience.”
Szin’s head spun. Jesus Christ. That sounds like… some very rough sex.
“I apologized for that. I hadn’t taken into account you’re not pure Onfre.” Fraylor rubbed a hand over his bald head. “You didn’t bled that much, and besides I… wait, what did you say?”
Takeo raised an eyebrow. “That it’s not happening again? I’m not interested? Get the hell out of my house? Which one did you mean?”
Fraylor’s eyes widened, a look of satisfaction crossing his face. “You said something about whatSzin would feel when you take him. You haven’t mated him yet, have you?”
Takeo’s body tensed. “That’s not any of your business, Fraylor.”
“Oh, but it is.” Fraylor spoke softly as he stalked closer to Takeo. “If you haven’t committed to him, then I can claim you as a mate.”
Are you fucking kidding me? Szin choked the snarl off that threatened to escape. Takeo was his mate! Who the hell did this male think he was, coming in their home and threatening his mate? Takeo was his and he’d be damned if… Oh God. When did this happen?
Takeo growled low. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Not at all, my lovely little Takeo.” Fraylor leaped at Takeo.
Bodies crashed together, bouncing against the cabinets in the kitchen as their limbs tangled. Whatever Takeo had been cooking was knocked to the floor as both males fought, bodies straining against each other. Furious hisses and grunts filled the kitchen as they collapsed to the ground, both fighting for supremacy. Takeo ended up on top of Fraylor, his fists a blur of motion as he rained blows down on Fraylor’s midsection.
Oh God, oh shit… what the hell is it with these big, macho-type guys? Fuck, what do I do, how can I help? That bastard is not claiming my mate! Szin raced back to the bedroom, searching. Takeo was unarmed, but really, who expected to be attacked in their own damn kitchen while trying to woo his own mate? Szin knocked things off the dressers looking for anything to use as a weapon. He had to do something to help Takeo! Damned if some red-eyed snake fucker was going to claim his mate. He needed Takeo’s… oh yes, thank you Jesus, there it was. Just as Szin picked up the thing he was looking for, he heard a nasty crash. Shit, that sounded bad. Szin ran back to the kitchen.
Fraylor bucked against Takeo and managed to dislodge him enough he could roll over and pin Takeo on the ground. Fraylor wrapped Takeo’s long black hair around his fist, and slammed Takeo’s head against the floor. Fraylor had both arms wrapped around Takeo, drawing him closer; his fangs had unsheathed.
“Gonna bite you, claim you as mine.” Fraylor snarled as Takeo rammed his fists in the back of his head. “Stop it, Takeo, or I’ll hurt the little one in the other room.”
“You… touch him…” Takeo hissed as he slammed his fist into Fraylor’s ribs, “… I’ll kill you.”
“We can…” Fraylor grunted as the one punch broke a rib, “… share him, Takeo. He can…” Fryalor moaned as it grew harder to breathe, “… serve us together. I’ll allow that.”
“Fuck you!” Takeo’s body bulked up in a dominance display, a Ta’Narian trait. His hands grasped Fraylor’s head… with every intention of trying to break Fraylor’s neck.
A buzz was the only warning as a beam of light hit Fraylor. His body shook, nerves going out of control from the phaser shot. His eyes rolled back as he slumped to the side unconscious.
Takeo pushed Fraylor off him, coming to his feet in one swift move. There stood Szin, half-dressed, and holding his phaser.
“Takeo?” Szin set the safety on the phaser. “Are… are you okay?”
“You—you stunned him.” Takeo looked from Szin to Fraylor.
“Damn straight I did. I’m not stupid enough to get in the middle of you guys. Um, remember? I’m all about brains over brawn.” Szin’s body shook now that the fight was over, the rush to protect his mate slowly receding. “I-I had to, Takeo. He was going to—to… claim you. I-I couldn’t—”
Takeo came to his feet, bruises blooming. “Easy, babe.” Takeo reached for Szin, pulled him into the shelter of his arms. “Couldn’t allow him to… what, Szin? Please, tell me.”
Szin buried his face in Takeo’s chest. “I couldn’t… let him claim you. You—you are mine, Takeo. My mate. Heaven help me, it took nearly losing you to make me see that.”
“Oh, thank the Gods.” Takeo held Szin in his arms, rocking his gently. “I was afraid you’d never give in, and I couldn’t force you. No matter how much I wanted to.”
Szin took a deep breath. He needed to say this, needed to give Takeo what he deserved to hear. “I-I love you, Takeo.”
“Oh my beautiful, sweet Szin. I’ve longed for those words for a long time.” Takeo kissed Szin on the top of the head. He’d waited his whole life for this moment.
Now that the words were out there, Szin felt free. No more worries, no more wondering if Takeo was making a mistake by mating him. He was ready now, ready to be what Fate had dictated him to be: Takeo’s mate. “So—?”
Takeo leaned back to see Szin’s eyes. “So, what?”
Szin blushed. “Um, maybe we should make things official before any more males show up and act like fools.”
Takeo grinned. “Let me take out the garbage…” He glared at Fraylor, “… and I’ll take care of that little issue right quick.”TBC
~M

In the Spotlight - Michael Mandrake

  Hey everyone! Today I have Michael Mandrake visiting with me! So come on it, have a seat, and check out the interesting books I'm going to spotlight today. :)       Pictured David Taylor model for Jude
 
MM: Greetings fans, thanks to M.A. Church for having me!
 
Jude. Ahem (Clears throat)
 
MM: And, erm, my guest today is the character from my vampire book, The Power of Muse and Inspiration, Jude the Vampire.
 
(Applause from audience)
 
Jude: (Waives his hand, shifts on the couch) Ah thank you, thank you. Wow, this is great to be on display like this. A little bright in here though.
 
MM: I asked the guy to turn them down a little.
 
Jude: Well it appears, its… (gets dimmer on stage) Ah that’s better. I think you should’ve let me tell him before the show. (Opens mouth, shows fangs)
 
(Crowd gasps)
 
MM: Right, oohhkay, so Jude, tell us a little about yourself.
 
Jude: Well, I’m a vampire of old, not one of those sparkly things that appear on that wretched movie, Twilight. My turning happened almost two hundred eighty five years ago in Old England when I’d been teased in school by the local boys for liking other boys. No one likes to be made fun of right?
 
MM: Right, and your maker…
 
Jude: Yes, Thaddeus, who I left quite early. In my tenure as his “chile” At the time it seemed like the best decision, now I know for sure it was. I wouldn’t have met William if I’d stayed with him.
 
MM: Yes and how is the young writer who hates my guts? *grins*
 
(Audience laughs)
 
Jude: Nah, he doesn’t. He’s just very competitive with his writing. To him it’s like a contest.
 
MM: One that he relishes in obviously.
 
Jude: Yes, he likes the thrill of seeing his books in the top five, or rather at the top. I must say lately he’s felt even more inspired. (grins wickedly)
 
MM: Oh yeah, I bet. Tell us a little about the story?
 
Jude: Right, I’m a vampire who thrives on inspiration from my lover as well as the blood of humans. Because I left Thaddeus so early in our relationship, the powers that be cursed me. Every kill I make, I inherit something from that person. Whether it be something physical, knowledge…
 
MM: Tattoos. (Points to Judes’ bare arms.)
 
Jude: Ah right. Well some are for that, others I did. Again, I don’t sparkle.
 
(Crowd chuckles)
 
MM: Thank goodness you don’t. Tell me, what is the biggest misconception about vampires?
 
Jude: That we don’t fall in love. I’ve done that several times, only this particular instance I’ve found a mate more than suitable for me.
 
MM: I suppose that’s right. What about that they don’t like light, or…
 
Jude: Really depends on the strength. I’m still gaining mine. The leaders of the council are hopefully showing me favor now since I’m content with my existence. Maybe we should talk about another book.
 
MM: Perhaps… (smiles) Lastly, tell the audience, if vampires were to exist, would they stay in the shadows or be amongst the people?
 
Jude: I’d say be with humans. Maybe we could find away to be crime fighters or something, I don’t know. Again, something you and William can come up with for the next literary work.
 
MM: (chuckles) We’ll look at that. Alright, this has been fun. Thank you Jude for stopping by.
 
(Audience applauds)
 
Jude: Thank you Michael. By the way William might like a word with you later. (Cocks eyebrow)  [image error]
Buylink Amazon
 
Book Trailer http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wM8R28oMUho
 
 
Blurb: No such thing as vampires! William Chatterley is an up and coming author looking for a partner after many dead end dates. Finally, he believes he’s found a suitable mate in Andrew and they see one another. The vampire Jude is weak from being without love in his life. When he sees the author, he desires him right away but his companion is a stumbling block. How will he get passed it and when he does, will the mortal want to be his partner? What will he choose? Will Jude convince him to become his eternal lover?  Read and Excerpt here   And OUT NOW [image error]    Amazon   Smashwords  

Blurb: Over fifty doesn’t mean too old to find love.



London Davies desires a man to take care of and despite the advances of his former lover and partner James, he pushes on to search for another to make him turn in his bachelor badge.



Brandon McFerry has been abused and scarred for the duration of his life. His only saving grace is his talent with the paintbrush. Although he hasn’t made his big break in the industry, he pushes on in hopes that one of his paintings will capture the attention of his obsession: London Davies



This is a romance. The kind that makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside with some hot smexy sex thrown in. An emotional story between two men of different backgrounds searching for the same happy ever after ending!



Here is an Excerpt!



Brandon and London sat on the couch together as the artist spoke at length about the methods he’d used during the creation of the painting. To Brandon, the object of his desire seemed very interested in everything he’d said. He hoped he didn’t bore him with his babbling. The last thing he wanted to do was make the man tire of him too quickly.



London poured some more of the Cristal into both glasses. He handed the flute back to Brandon. They’d finished half the bottle but for whatever reason, Brandon still felt nervous. He took it and tried his best not to spill it, his hand trembling slightly. “Um thank you.” He sipped a little from the glass.



“You’re welcome.” London lightly smacked Brandon on his kneecap. “Love, chill out, yeah? We’re here just having drinks. Relax.”



Brandon nodded and lay back against the cushions. How could he relax knowing he sat beside the man of his dreams? He took a whiff of London’s manly scent. A mixture of cologne and after-shave, as strong as he’d expected. When it infiltrated his nostrils, he felt himself hardening under the slacks. The goose bumps became rocks on his flesh. He was perspiring a little; he hoped his desired one wouldn’t notice. “I’m tryin’, it’s just...” Brandon bit his lip and set the glass on the coffee table in front of him. “Well, I’ve admired you for such a long time, London, and I... This is really a thrill for me.”



London chuckled and moved closer to Brandon. He took the artist’s palm into his. “I get that, but I’m just a man, like any other. I don’t walk on water. No second coming here, love.”



To Brandon McFerry, he did. London had captivated him for years and now his dreams about being on this sofa with him in private had come true. Deep down he wished he could take London into his arms and kiss him feverishly. He’d envisioned a moment like that too, but he refrained. They had just met. “I know,” he sighed and placed a hand on top of London’s. “Tell me. You really like the painting?”



“I do.” London placed an arm around the younger man’s shoulder. “In fact, it resembles a work of art I have at home. I’d love to take you there to see it tonight.”



Brandon looked at the owner with widened eyes.



Did he just say...?



Brandon thought he just heard London say he wanted him to see a painting he had back at his house.



Could it be? Could the man he’d seemingly desired forever be in possession of a work of art that belonged to him? “I… um.” He swallowed hard. “You want me to accompany you home, tonight?”



London held onto him a little tighter. “Yes, I, I hope that isn’t too forward, it’s just... I really do like you and I’d love to see if that painting is yours. Forgive me for moving too quickly but...”



“No, no, not at all I’m just a bit taken aback by this. I’d love to go, though.”



“Good. Then, if you don’t mind, I’d like you to be my date for the rest of the evening. If it weren’t opening night, I’d certainly just ask James to take over but, since it’s a big event…”



“Yes, yes, I understand. I have no issue with staying here late with you.”



He really didn’t. There was nowhere he’d rather be than here with London and to him, the owner wasn’t moving too fast at all. Just right in his eyes.



“Great, now.” London poured the last two glasses of the expensive beverage. “Let’s finish this off, shall we? Then we’ll go out amongst the people.”



Damn.



Seeing London pour yet another glass of the champagne made Brandon wince. Truthfully, he’d already felt the effects after two glasses coming on quickly and he wished he didn’t have to drink anymore. However, he wondered if he refused London would that upset him. He took the glass. “Thank you very much.”



“And thank you again for the painting as well as your presence this night.” London toasted with Brandon, clinking their glasses together, before he drank the contents.



The painter nodded and did the same, hoping he’d be able to stay up for the duration of this evening.



I have to make a good impression on him if I want a chance at being part of his life.



Once they’d finished drinking the expensive bubbly, London led Brandon by the hand, back out to the main area. The hold London had on Brandon made his head swim, along with the wine.



He just couldn’t believe this. Him, Brandon McFerry, on the arm of London Davies, powerful businessman and owner of the new club, Fantasia. Many of his friends, especially Tyler, had told him to not get so wrapped up in this man, but how could he not? Even though he didn’t know much about the man, he’d long ago fallen in love with him from afar, and the fact that London expressed some interest in him made him happier that he’d never given up his dream of meeting him.



BIO: Michael Mandrake is the gay male muse of author Sharita Lira who enjoys writing stories of everyday men in love in regular settings as well as extrordinary. Michael’s latest book True Meaning of Love is a self pubbed publication now availiable at Amazon and other online retailers. Please visit A Gay Man in a Females Body for more info.

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Wednesday Briefs

 This is the last flash on the brothers.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. Either use word prompts or pic prompts.   The word prompts for this week are: “Welcome to my home, I am...”  or use: ghost, lightning, fear   or use Halloween candy in some way   or "It's alive!"   or use any sort of vampire or werewolf or mummy or witch.   Choices #5  Sandler raised his head, but didn’t have time to think as Cooper stripped him bare. Before he had time to question, Cooper was pushing him toward the bed. Toppling back, he set quietly as Cooper undressed. Tattoos covered Cooper’s body. Both arms, his chest, his legs, his stomach… Sandler gulped as Cooper finally finished undressing and stood before him, naked and proud. The tats weren’t the only new things Cooper had done to his body since he left home. Both his nipples were pierced, as was his belly button. But what really caught his eye was the Prince Albert Cooper was sporting. Holy hell, he’d seen pictures on the web, but seeing it for real was something else. What the fuck would that feel like when Cooper plowed his ass? For that matter, his throat? “Like what you see, little brother?” Copper stepped closer, his dick pointing up toward his stomach, inches from Sandler’s face.“Oh God, it’s beautiful. You’re beautiful, every bit of you.” Sandler reached out, his hand trembling. “Did it hurt bad?”“Want to find out?”Sandler eyes snapped up. Cooper had a slight grin on his face. “You’d be so sexy with a PA and pierced nipples. Then I could attach a chain between the rings.”Sandler turned pale. “I-I-I…”“But not right now, right?” Cooper moved closer, his cock brushing against Sandler’s lips. “Maybe a little later when things aren’t so overwhelming. How about something that’s not quite so frightening, hmm? Suck me, pet. I want to feel your mouth on me.”Sandler sighed softly as he closed his lips over the head of Copper’s dick. This he could do. And yes, he could feel the PA as he bobbed on Cooper’s dick, taking a bit more each time, his eyes drifting close. Cool silken flesh filled his mouth. Jesus, Cooper was hung like a horse. He himself was no slouch in that department either, but wow, his brother had been truly blessed. Cooper tasted unlike any other guy he’d ever sucked; the musky scent of aroused male filled his head. His own unadorned cock begged for attention, but he ignored his need. He’d dreamed of this for way too many years and nothing was going to distract him now. Humming happily he sucked Cooper deeper, his hands latching on to Cooper’s ass, pulling his closer. “Look at me,” Cooper whispered, his hands threading through Sandler’s hair.Sandler opened his eyes and looked up. For a moment they stared at each other, time slowing down. “You need to stop or I’m going to come. And when I come, I want to be buried in your virgin ass.”Sandler pulled off, eyes still focused on Cooper and what he saw on his brother’s face: desire, strength, love. He didn’t give a damn what society had to say about their relationship, this was right, and nothing was going to stand in their way.The next few minutes were a blur of movement. Then Sandler found himself on his back in the middle of the bed with Cooper looming over him. “Bend your knees and spread your legs open.” Cooper was next to Sandler, on his knees, looking down at his brother. There was a flash of fear, then those legs moved like he asked. Heaven help him, Sandler was in his bed and spread out… waiting. He fumbled in the night side table, knocking things around, until he found the lube and condoms. Quickly he slicked his fingers. Kissing Sandler’s bent knee, he looked at his brother. “Oh, how sexy. Jack that cock for me, pet. That’ll help with the sting you’ll feel. I’m going to take it easy, but, don’t come until I say.”Sandler bit his lip as Cooper’s finger teased his hole, spreading lube. Then that long finger dipped inside, and the burn hit. How the hell was he going to take Cooper’s cock when one finger burned that way? He already felt like he was stuffed to the breaking point. He moaned, unsure if pleasure or the burn was winning, then Cooper’s lips were on his and it didn’t matter anymore. Minutes passed as Cooper fingered him, opening him, then another finger entered his ass. He stiffened, ready to tell Cooper he couldn’t do this… when suddenly pleasure ignited and flashed through his body.Jerking his mouth away from Cooper’s, Sandler arched on the bed, his half-hard cock surging to full hardness. “Oh… God!”“That’s it, ride the feeling, love.” Cooper’s smile was strained. Seeing Sandler react like that pushed his limits. “That’s your prostate I’m stroking. Nothing like it in the world, huh?” “Oh, God… oh God… please! Please… do something. I-I… need…”Cooper added another finger, watching as Sandler’s head thrashed on the bed. Might not exactly be what Sandler meant by do something, but he needed to be stretched up a bit more.“Please, Cooper! Fuck me, take me… just do something… it’s too much and not enough. I-I… please!”Cooper had Sandler’s legs on his shoulders before the desperate rant finished. One hard thrust and he was seated… moving in tight heat. Hoarse yells and scratching hands surrounded him as he finally, finally, was where he dreamed of being… balls deep in his little brother. The pain gave way to pleasure and Sandler moved with him, their bodies singing together in a dance as old as time itself. The room receded, sounds faded, and even the air around them seem to wait for that moment—there was nothing but them…

This was where he belonged. No matter what happened for now on, they'd face it together. "Love you." Sandler gasped as he came. His orgasm triggered Cooper's.

Cooper grinned as he filled Sandler up. "Love you, too. Always." 

Yes, Sandler knew he had made the right choice. Make sure to visit the other flashers!Lily Sawyer m/m Elyzabeth VaLey m/fNephylim m/mCia Nordwell m/mTali Spencer m/mMC Houle m/mJulie Lynn Hayesm/m Happy Halloween, guys! Keep an eye out for the kiddo's tonight. For the adult kiddo's... *grin* have fun and be safe. And here's hoping my house won't get rolled AGAIN this year. *sigh* ~M  

Howloween Blog Hop Winners

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2. Pam- eventingmom
 
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It's Halloween! It's Halloween! The moon is full and bright
And we shall see what can't be seen On any other night.
Skeletons and ghosts and ghouls, Grinning goblins fighting duels
Werewolves rising from their tombs, Witches on their magic brooms
In masks and gown we haunt the street
And knock on doors for trick or treat
Tonight we are the king and queen,
For oh tonight it's Halloween!
-Jack Prelutsky 
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Nighttime Dreams release date!

Hey everyone! Good news! I have a release date for Nighttime Dreams-Nov 9th. It'll be at Smashwords, ARe, and Amazon. This is the book that comes after Nightime Dreams.


  Blurb:Bryan, a simple country sheriff, is ready to shoot someone and hide the body. One particular homophobic FBI agent is really pressing his buttons. Along with that he finds himself in the middle of an FBI investigation revolving around a recent UFO crash landing, is questioned about a missing friend targeted by the FBI, and makes first contact with the very alien the FBI is hunting.  Daroshi, Ma’Rairan warrior, has fulfilled his obligation to his species, and is ready to mate. As second in command he monitored the rescue of his captain who crashed on Earth while collecting his mate, and witnessed the confrontation between a country sheriff name Bryan and his captain. Impressed by how courageously the brawny human male handled meeting a fully armed alien warrior, Daroshi asks permission to take Bryan as a mate.   Neither male is ready for the problems that come with Daroshi’s decision, nor the passion that explodes between them.  Excerpt: Ziang and Daroshi transported down into Bryan’s backyard. The night was pitch black, the moon hid behind layers of fluffy clouds. Branches in the trees danced soothingly to gentle breezes. An abundance of shrubs moved silently in the quietly swirling wind. Bryan’s small house was set away from the main road and deep in the woods, alone and isolated. Much like the owner. “Interesting set-up he has.” Daroshi looked around. “Bit cut off, though.” “That’s good for us. The last thing we need is more attention, and that FBI agent showing up,” Ziang said. “I want this to go clean and fast.” “True. Of course, if he did show up, we could give him to Haya.” “I don’t like the human, but I wouldn’t do that to my worst enemy.” Ziang tapped the communications device on his wrist, loading in their landing coordinates. “Since Bryan is a law enforcement officer, set your weapon to low stun, just in case.” “Ziang, I don’t want to stun him if it can be avoided.” “Neither do I, but Shawn’s words keep replaying in my head. Most bullets won’t hurt us, but then, Bryan isn’t most humans. I’m sure he has other weapons in his house that could be dangerous.” “But their weapons are so primitive.” “That may be, but primitive can wound just as easily as advanced. Set your stunner to low, and use only if needed.” “Yes, sir.” “I’ll distract him, and you unarm him, if necessary. I know you don’t want me touching him.”  “No more than you’d want my hands on Shawn.” “Understood. And no, I wouldn’t.” “Should we activate our invisibility?” “No, it’s dark enough. If we just appear, we may scare him even more.” They crept around the house, moving carefully though the darkness. Both activated their face shields for night vision. They blended with the night, silent hunters that became one with the darkness and shadows; predators with a mission. The prey was inside, unaware of what was closing in on him. Ziang opened his wrist weapon and pinpointed Bryan in the house by his body heat. He motioned for Daroshi to follow him to the back of the house. They’d enter through the back door in the kitchen. As they passed the open window, Daroshi came to a stop when he heard Bryan’s comment about his hand and a big red dildo.  His body came alive and his tentacles jerked against his back. A low growl of desire slipped out. Ziang immediately sliced his hand through the air, calling for silence. Daroshi couldn’t help himself; the very image of Bryan working a dildo up his ass inflamed him and sent his desire for the human spinning out of control. Daroshi respected this human’s bravery and his dedication to an often thankless job, but now there was more. He could scent Bryan’s arousal. The scent was unlike anything he’d ever smelled, sharp and musky. From the depths of his soul the word mine exploded in his head. He wanted Bryan with a passion he hadn’t felt, ever, and he’d do whatever it took to ease him into his new life.  In his excitement, he made a rookie mistake. As he passed the window, he didn’t bend down low enough to conceal himself.  * * * * Bryan sat at the table, waiting for the cookies to bake, when he heard a low growl, quickly smothered, outside the window. He’d heard something very similar, and not long ago. It wasn’t a sound he’d ever forget. Every hair on his body stood up, adrenaline spiked, and his heart kicked into high gear. A cold flush spread though his body. From the corner of his eye, he caught the blurry shape of something moving under the window. He glanced at the back door and his stomach cramped. It was unlocked. There was no way he could lock it before the intruder busted through. And if he was right, and what was out there was what he thought it was, a wood door wasn’t going to stop it. Plus, the window was open. Calmly he stood and reached for the drawer by the stove. His off-duty weapon was stored there. He grabbed the taser, too. Why was the alien back and sneaking around his house? If it was the alien that Shawn left with, why not just show itself? He’d seen it before, so why act like this? He’d seen lights in the nighttime sky shortly after Shawn left with his alien, but he assumed they were monitoring the situation, to make sure all was okay before they left. It never crossed his mind they were watching him. Why would they be watching him? Another unsettling thought hit Bryan. Had something bad happened to Shawn? If that was Shawn’s alien, and he wasn’t sure it was, had it returned to let him know? But that was silly; he couldn’t communicate with it like Shawn could.  What the hell was going on?  The handle on the back door turned slowly. Bryan tried to slow his breathing; he was sucking air and that wasn’t good. The door eased opened, an inch at a time. He held his ground as the door opened and he found himself staring at a seven and half foot alien… again.