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Hey guys! Everyone make it through the holiday intact lol...

Hey guys! Everyone make it through the holiday intact lol??? Lord, it was sooo hot. And speaking of hot... I'm visiting at Victoria Blisse answering some Blisseful questions lol! Stop by and give me a shout-out!

~M

Happy 4th of July!

~ FUN FACTS~

  How many are there of us?
2.5 million - In July 1776, the estimated number of people living in the newly independent nation.

313.9 million - The nation's estimated population on this July Fourth.








  Patriotic-Sounding Place Names
Thirty-one places have “liberty” in their names. The most populous one as of April 1, 2010, was Liberty, Mo. (29,149). Iowa, with four, has more of these places than any other state: Libertyville, New Liberty, North Liberty and West Liberty.

Thirty-five places have “eagle” in their names. The most populous one is Eagle Pass, Texas, with a population of 26,248.

Eleven places have “independence” in their names. The most populous one is Independence, Mo., with a population of 116,830.

Nine places have “freedom” in their names. The most populous one is New Freedom, Pa., with a population of 4,464.

One place has “patriot” in its name. Patriot, Ind., has a population of 209.
Five places have “America” in their names. The most populous is American Fork, Utah, with a population of 26,263.





Fourth of July Cookouts
Almost 1 in 3 - The chance that the hot dogs and pork sausages consumed on the Fourth of July originated in Iowa. Chances are good that the beef hot dogs, steaks and burgers on your backyard grill came from the Lone Star State, which accounted for about one-sixth of the nation's total production.










Please Pass the Potato
Potato salad and potato chips are popular food items at Fourth of July barbecues. Approximately half of the nation's spuds were produced in Idaho or Washington state in 2011.


 Hope everyone has a great 4th of July! Don't eat too much lol!

~M

Wednesday Briefs

Happy Wednesday, guys! Time for another episode of Wednesday Briefs! This week's prompt is: a semi-tribute to the 4th of July - Use any sort of patriotic reference or
the alternate prompts:  cat, chocolate, mysterious  or
Use a grand old flag or
"I never told you that..." or
find a way to crack the whip in your story. 
~I’m using: cat, chocolate, mysterious 


Shadows in the Night Ch 13
“What? Why does everything have to be so damn mysterious?”
“Maybe if you’d give me a chance to tell you—”
“Okay, go ahead.”
“I traveled the land, looking for a place to settle. I found this tract of land and stayed. Of course, settlers moved in and a community developed of farmers and hunters. For the most part I didn’t have problems with the settlers. Then the town grew, and the next thing I knew a couple with a young daughter was putting down stakes in the area I claimed. Those people were your great grandparents.”
“Wow.”
“That’s not how I’d describe my feelings.” Jason shrugged. “It became apparent I needed to buy the land I wanted, but being a Native American, or a dirty savage…”
“They wouldn’t sell you the land.”
“I wasn’t even allowed in the office. Never mind I had the money—the sparkly, yellow rock the white man was so fond of.”
“My God.” Chips eyes widened. “You mean gold?”
“That, and other pretty colored stones.”
“Now you’rebeing the smart ass talking like that.” Chip frowned. “You’re making yourself sound unintelligent.”
“That’s what the white man thought of my people.”
“Let’s not branch off into that, or we’ll be here all day. How’d you know my family?”
“They built a little cabin, and farmed the land. They had a few cows, some horses, chickens… you get the idea. Back then you couldn’t run to Wal-Mart for milk. Things were going good, then a pack of wolves found them. Livestock went missing. Your great-grandfather hunted them with the primitive weapons he had. He didn’t have any luck—the threat was always there.”
“What happened?”
“The pack ambushed your grandmother. She was so young, Chip. Maybe five or six years old. And before you ask, yes they were normal wolves. I heard the cries from both animal and human. I couldn’t let a child be torn apart, so I intervened.”
“You saved her, my grandmother?”
“Not without a heavy price. Best I can remember there were ten wolves and me. I was bigger and stronger in cougar form, but still out-numbered. I saved your grandmother, but the wolves really tore into me. I can’t die, but I damn sure can hurt and bleed. By the time your great grandfather arrived, there were dead wolves all over the place and I was in no condition to escape. The last I heard was the click of a gun before I passed out.”
“Jesus, he shot you? That wouldn’t have killed you?”
“No, he didn’t, and no, it wouldn’t. Your grandmother stopped him. Later I woke in a small bed. From what I was told, I’d changed back in front of them. It’s amazing, really, he didn’t shoot me on the spot. Anyway, when I opened my eyes, a red-haired woman with green eyes was caring for my injuries. Your great-grandmother. Your grandmother, a little girl then, wouldn’t leave me.”
“My God,” Chip breathed. “That took some balls.”
“As it turns out, your people are from Ireland, did you know that? Let’s just say they were a little more open-minded than most. Plus, as I healed and got to know them, I found something else out—something very interesting.”
“Okay, hit me.” Chip stood and hunted up his stash of emergency chocolate. He only ate the stuff when stressed, and this was as stressful as it got.
“The women of your family have what they called the second sight.”
“Say what?” Chip slumped back in the chair.
“They have the ability to see flashes of the future.”
“Get out of town!” Chip rubbed his hands over his face. “But, you know, I remember Mom saying granny was nuts. But then, this was the woman who cared for no one but herself. Damn, so my mom has this ability?”
“According to your granny, yes. But denial is a grand thing, Chip. Your mother shut that part of her off.”
“I really don’t give a damn about dear ol’ Mom, the selfish bitch. Tell me about my granny.”
“I became close to your family. They accepted me, and I helped them farm the land using techniques my people used. We had a good relationship. Your great-grandfather took the money I gave him and bought the land I wanted. We drew up a contract saying what was mine and what was his. I watched your granny grow up and marry. Soon she had a daughter.”
“My mother.”
“Yes.”
“But she was different from the rest of the family. There was no love for the land, no love for nothing. Her soul was cold.”
“Got that right.”
“Your mother left. She wanted to go to college, and she did. She graduated with top marks. Soon she married a man as cold as her. Then you arrived. I dreamed of you before your birth, Chip. I saw the man you’d grow up to be, and I also saw you ending up here. By the time you were a teenager your granny told me she’d dreamed of a huge, black cat surrounded by flames. That was you and I together as mates.”
“Back when I was young, my hair was redder. She said when the sun hit my hair it reminded her of a living flame.” Chip shook his head. “But, what made anyone think we were meant to be together? I’m male, and so are you. In case you haven’t noticed, homophobia is alive and well.”
“I’ve always preferred men, Chip. And I sat outside your bedroom window here and listened to you cry when you came out to your granny. Your mother was horrified—she worried about how she would be treated by her little group. You were thirteen at the time.”
Chip closed his eyes. “Yeah, I remember. Things didn’t get any better as time passed either.”
~To be continued.
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Reluctant Romance - Guys and Guys

Hey y'all! The Bigger Brief anthology Reluctant Romance - Guys and Guys is featured at Beyond Romance today as part of Lisabet’s Month celebrating M/M fiction!

~M

Tuesday and Tattoos

The Harvest-The Foursome

The Harvest Foursome “I need that big-ass dick of yours up my… aw… yeah!”
Colt was on me, over me, staring into my eyes while he entered me, not stopping until he was seated completely inside. “That what ya want?”I gasped as Colt helped hold my legs up. “Oh Lord, you’re in me… so fucking deep.”Colt rolled me up a bit higher so that more of my weight was on my upper back. “All the way, Precioso, and fuck you are tight. I’ve waited for this for so long. Ya ready for me to move?” “Shit yeah, don’t know how long I can hold this position.”Colt’s grin was purely evil and deliciously wicked. “Don’t need long, not this time.”A sharp meow drew my attention. Ti and Keyno sat in the corner. Keyno had one hand wrapped around Ti’s thick dick, stroking him frantically. Ti had his hand around Keyno’s dick but had pulled Keyno partly on top of him. Ti’s other hand was wrapped around the base of Keyno’s tail, twisting hard. Keyno’s other hand was clamped onto the back of Ti’s neck. The scent of cloves was thick in the room. Ti hissed as Keyno leaned into his neck, purring.“Fucking hot, yah?” Colt whispered as we watched them. Ti’s red eyes gleamed from the darkness.Before I could answer Colt thrust down into me, slamming in and out as hard as he could, nailing my prostate every time. With my ass tilted up in the air and my hands helping to hold my legs up, I was helpless. A sound from the corner of the room drew my attention. Keyno straddled Ti’s hips. Ti’s huge hand was wrapped around both their dicks, stroking them off while his other hand twisted the base of Keyno’s tail. Keyno was bent forward, sucking on Ti’s neck while they moved together. Keyno threw back his head and yowled loudly as Ti finally pushed him over the edge. Colt hissed sharply, his fangs gleaming as they came together. Keyno’s body dropped against Ti as he rested his head against Ti’s shoulder. Soft mumbled words dieted to me as Ti smoothed his hand over Keyno’s back. Holding each other tightly they watched as Colt fucked me.Colt was still plowing me, but soon his rhythm faltered, and I knew he was about to come. He shifted one of my legs onto his shoulder so his right hand would be free. He grasped my dick, jerking me off.It didn’t take me long to figure out what Colt planned. “Come… come for me.”“I’m… almost—oh yeah, rotate your hips like that again...”Colt held my dick straight up. Rolled up on my upper back like I was, when I shot my cum would hit me straight in the face. And it would land in my mouth if I opened my mouth.“Oh damn, Colt!”“Open up for me.” Colt slammed into me hard again. “Drink it for me—wanna watch.”Colt thrust in as far as he could. He bent down over me and I locked eyes with him as he fucked me. Then that sly look that warned he was up to no good crossed his face. He reached down and twisted a nipple, hard. I yelped at the sudden pain and exploded. One hand tightened around my leg and the other slid down to my cock, pointing it at my mouth. “Yah… drink it.”Several shots landed in my mouth, a few on my cheek and the rest on my chest. Colt watched as I drank my own come… because he told me to do it. Colt leaned forward and kissed me, sharing my seed. Finally he let my legs drop back to the bed and pushed me onto my side. Leaning over me he entered me again, his arms on either side of my head. He pounded me hard, hitting my hot spot every time and keeping me hard. I wrapped my hand around his arm and held on. I rested my head against his arm and let him see every emotion that ran over my face. “Come in me, Colt. Flood my ass...” I whispered and Colt lost control. He slammed in and grasped my hips tightly. With a strangled yell he did just what I asked... he flooded me.“Fuck...” Colt snarled as I tightened around him. His dick throbbed inside me as he came. Finally he slumped down, resting on my hip. I moaned quietly as he slipped out. Moving around a bit Colt pulled me up next to him, my head resting on his chest. “I don’t think I can move yet.” I yawned as Keyno and Ti stepped up to the bed. “Ti and I will get the final meal started. You haven’t eaten much today cause of the nerves. Take your time, chosen, then use the bathroom to clean up.” Ti and Keyno left the playroom, leaving me alone with Colt. We lay there until our breathing evened out.“That was faster than I wanted,” Colt said. “We have plenty of time to take it slow. Plenty of time—the rest of our lives actually.”“You mean this ain’t a one off?”“I don’t think any of us will be happy with just this one time. I’m not real sure how this is gonna work, but yeah, this won’t be the only time.”“You never cease to surprise me.” Colt shook his head, pleasure on his face. “I’m glad.” “Can I ask you something?” “Yah.” “Ti’s dick is covered in barbs; I know, I saw it that night he punished you. Colt, he made you bleed. I’m—oh man, how do I say this without sounding horrible? I’m just… I’m… scared to let him fuck me.” I closed my eyes, cringing. Colt pulled me closer to him. We lay in the bed wrapped around one another while Colt gently smoothed my hair away from my face. “Why don’t we let Ti explain that?” My eyes shot open to see both Ti and Keyno in the door.“Oh… little one,” Ti said softly, his voice breaking.Dn it, Dale,” Keyno looked at Ti. “Well, that explains all the nerves.”“Ti! I’m… oh God…” Both Ti and Keyno walked to the bed, and undressed. Ti lay down next to me and pulled me into his arms. “And yet you came to us, even with this fear. You truly are amazing.”“I’m sorry, Ti, I didn’t mean for you to hear that,” I said.“I’m glad he did,” Keyno said. “I should bend you over my knee for not telling me what had you so worried though. Ti? Show him.”“Give me your hand,” Ti said. “Now, stroke me, and listen to what I tell you. I know Keyno has a barb, and yes, my dick is covered in barbs. Feel those knots?”“Yeah,” I said.“Okay, now stop and remove your hand.”I did as I was told and my mouth fell open when Ti’s barbs engaged while he was still hard and hadn’t come yet.“I can control it. I decided when they come out, Dale. That night I fucked Colt with them out, yes. And yes, he bled. I would never do that to you, little one. The pain would be horrible, and I would notdo that to you. When I come inside you they will engage, but I won’t move until they go down, or I make them go down.”As I watched, the half a dozen or so wicked barbs protruding from Ti’s impressive erection smoothly retracted. His big white dick jerked as it happened, a large bead of clear fluid welling up from the tip. I couldn’t help but think about what it would feel like to have that happen inside of me. Before I realized I was doing it, I reached out to stroke Ti again, my hand finding him just as hard, just as interesting, and just as erotic as the first time I touched him.“Do you… ah, want me to finish you off?” I asked, looking at the thick, hard dick in front of him. God, I wanted it.“As much as I would like to have your lips wrapped around my dick—you need to eat.” “Food,” Colt snickered. “Oh.” I blushed as I looked up at Colt. “Shut up, dude.” ~TBC

TGI Friday

Hey guys! It's Friday again! Yay for the weekend lol. God knows it's been really hot down here in the good ol' south. Triple digit temps and humid. Ugh. 

So, lets get a little wet, what do ya say? Maybe some boys of summer splashing around in the water?  Hehe. ;)

Hope everyone has a great weekend. Be safe is this damn heat. Jeez, it's not even July yet. o.0

Dreamspinner releases Priceless!

Hey guys! I’ve got some great news! On July 25thPriceless will be released by Dreamspinner. Below the cover is a link that will take you to it. (and oh my God, what a cover the artist came up with!!)

http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=3095
Now, I plan to do a contest the day Priceless is released. Just fyi, lol. I'll be visting some blogs too, and there might be a contest going on there. *Grin* I'll let ya'll know what's happening. I'm still setting up interviews/guest blogs.

God guys, I've waited a long time to see this day. And speaking of, I've got Perfect just about ready to send to Dreamspinner, possibly this week. Then Pure will be next. *Then* I'll focus The Harvest!

~M
Blurb:
Sparks ignite when Cupid takes aim at two mortals in Las Vegas: Randy Jones, an average guy on a company vacation, looks into Garrett’s eyes at a craps table and time stands still. Throwing aside everything he believes, Randy engages in a torrid two-night affair with Garrett—only to panic when he realizes he’s fallen in love.
Cynical billionaire Garrett Shiffler has everything money can buy, and most of his dates can’t see past the dollar signs. Life has taught him that innocence and love are figments of the imagination. But when Randy disappears, taking with him feelings Garrett thought he’d never know, Garrett wages the most important battle of his life to win Randy's love—but this time he fights with his heart, not his bank account.
Meanwhile, Cupid wonders what happened. His golden arrows never fail unless the Fates interfere. If Garrett wants to win Randy back, he’s going to have to do it on his own, because the Fates have other plans for Cupid. 
Excerpt:
After being carded yet again, the young-looking man entered the casino. Turquoise eyes sparkled with mischief as he searched the mob of people. He brushed his curly blond hair out of the way, looking for a certain type of person this time. Now he just needed inspiration to strike and he had his trusty arrows ready to go. Moving through the crowds, he looked this way and that. So many lonely humans to choose from, so many needed love in their life.
He was known by many names, but he preferred Cupid, the name his mother had given him. Greek mythology, Roman mythology… he shrugged. Little did the humans know just how badly they had messed up the pantheon, not that it mattered. He knew the truth, as did others of his kind.
His eyes searched the casino once more… there. There was what he was looking for. That man. With a grin he moved through the crowd.
* * * *
With a lazy, bored air, Garrett scanned the casino crowd at the Palms in Las Vegas, his eyes not seeing anything around him. He was restless, and even the usual thrill of gambling didn’t interest him. Idly, he bounced the dice in his hand, uninterested in the high-stakes game of craps he was playing. The crowd around him gasped when his luck took a turn for the worse, and he lost more on one roll than what some people made in a year. But even that didn’t snap him out of his current mood. Suddenly his luck changed with the next roll of the dice.
A shiver rolled through his body, and the hair pricked at the back of his neck. Something, a shift in the atmosphere maybe, caught his attention. Once again he scanned the crowd around the craps table, searching for… something. His eyes snapped back and focused on the man across the table from him. Time shifted and slowed, and the annoying noise of the casino floor receded into the background until all he could see was him.
Garrett’s heart shifted into fourth gear, revving wildly, then kicked in and took off at a pulse pounding pace. His mind conjured up a series of Technicolor scenes that required the man across from him to pose, bend, and stretch into any number of erotic and explicit positions. Garrett’s eyes traveled up to startled molten silver eyes, and another shiver raced through his body.
Those eyes shone with a sweet innocence Garrett rarely saw and doubted existed anymore. His mind crackled with disbelief. No one was that innocent, no one. But a long-buried part of his soul whispered in his ear… what if? What if the guy wasn’t a player and was what he seemed? Surprised by his body’s reaction, he decided to find out. He pinned the man across the table from him with his cold stare. A slight smirk hovered around Garrett’s mouth as he motioned the guy over next to him.
* * * *
Randy listened to the crowd cheer a player at the craps table. He strained to see, but being neither exceptionally large nor tall, he was at a distinct disadvantage. Then there was a break in the crowd and Randy wedged himself closer to the table. Dead center of the insanity, the very picture of male perfection stared at him intently.
He was taller than Randy by several inches, and his hair was the color of coffee, with silver streaks around the temples. It was cut above his ears with the back touching his collar. The top was teased a bit to stand up. He had a goatee and a dimple in his cheek, giving him a seductive, chiseled look. His eyes were the most amazing shade of minty green.
Muscular broad shoulders and a nice expanse of chest were wrapped in a desert sage dress shirt from the Prada’s line and matched with, oh yes, what was surely a tight ass poured into a pair of Botticelli’s handmade Italian jeans. He had to be in his early forties, a few years older than Randy.
His fingers, long and narrow, idly shifted through a huge mound of chips. Randy’s startled eyes landed on the fortune in front of the man. His eyes widened at the amount of chips, then shot up to the other man’s eyes. Randy trembled as chills ran up and down his spine as they made eye contact. The man across the table lifted his hand and motioned to Randy. Randy glanced around, then pointed at his chest in question. Again the man nodded and motioned Randy to join him.
“Me?” Randy mouthed at him.
“You,” he mouthed back.
Unsure, Randy stood there. Surely he didn’t mean him? The man hiked an eyebrow, and with an impatient gesture of his hand once more motioned for Randy to join him. Randy moved around the table, coming to stand nervously beside him.
“You seemed to have changed my luck when you walked up,” he said. His eyes traveled from Randy’s short, sun-streaked brown hair down to the tips of his shoes, then back up again, drinking in every detail. “Shall we see if I’m right?”
“Ah, sure,” Randy said, fighting to control the shiver that threatened to seize his body. He had never been so thoroughly checked out in his life. “But I don’t really believe I’m what you’d call a lucky charm, just so you know.”
Mr. Slick’s, Randy’s nickname for the guy, dimple deepened as he looked Randy over again, and his gaze lingered on Randy’s groin. Redness painted Randy’s cheeks as his mind questioned what he saw. Even if the stars were perfectly aligned and the galaxy tilted sideways, Randy couldn’t believe such a sexy man would find a regular guy like him interesting. The chances that Mr. Slick was gay were one in a billion, and really, who would take odds like that, even in Vegas?
“We’ll decide later what to call you. For right now let’s see if my luck holds now that you’re here.”
Randy stood quietly, unable to come back with anything witty. He hated situations like these. His mind went blank and he couldn’t think of anything to say that didn’t make him sound like a blathering idiot. He was so far out of his league with a guy like this. Mr. Slick was smooth and confident, polished and refined. And Randy… well, he worked an average job, owned an average house, and drove an average car.
That was him in a nutshell, just an average guy.

Wednesday Briefs

Happy Wednesday, guys! Time for another episode of Wednesday Briefs! Things are moving along with Chip and Jason, lol. This week's prompt is:  “She/he works hard for her/his money...”  
or the alternate prompts are: 
disco, banana, turtle or 
use "macho man" or 
"If I can't have you..." or 
use an inferno  
I’m using: macho man
Shadows in the Night Ch 12 
“Clear as mud, huh?” Jason chuckled softly as he stood and walked to the counter to fix another cup of coffee. “Time for a crash course in my history, I think. I’m going to keep this as simple as possible. Let’s start with this: Do you know what Animism means?”
“Can’t say that I do.”
“It’s the belief that the universe is bound together by the spirits within all natural life, from plants, animals, humans, water, and even the Earth itself.”
“Okay yeah, I’ve heard something similar, I think.”
“Long ago The Great Spirit, who we call Ew-wha, created Mother Earth, an untouched land filled with beauty and life. Then her children, The People, were allowed to inhabit the land. The People settled at The Tree of Life—the soul of Mother Earth. As the tribe grew, children from the original People left to explore and establish other tribes.”
“Okay.”
“Time passed, and The People grew and occupied the land. We respected Mother Earth, understood what a gift we had been given, and lived in harmony with the creatures around us. The land provided what we needed to survive, and we always gave thanks for the sacrifices made to support us. Each child born to The People is bound with a spirit. Could be a land spirit, a water spirit, a plant spirit, or an animal spirit. There are so many, Chip. And once bound, we have the ability to use the gifts the spirit has.”
“Let me guess, you were bound with an animal spirit—a black cougar. Problems is this animal doesn’t exist.”
“It did once.”
Chip let his head fall to the kitchen table. “I need coffee. Hell, I’m going to need more than coffee to get through this—maybe a good stiff shot of whiskey will do the trick.”
Jason shook his head. “Those spirits can be bad for you. I’ll fix breakfast instead. Do you understand what I’ve said so far?”
Chip watched as Jason moved about his kitchen like he’d been there before. “Yeah, sort of. It’s different from what we were taught in school about Native Americans, but I’m following you.”
“What you were taught is the white man’s understanding of my people. Anyway, generations passed. My father became leader, or Chief of The People. My mother was The Healer, or medicine woman.”
“Wouldn’t that have made you Chief one day?”
Jason shook his head. “It wasn’t a given. It depended on if I had earned the right. But let’s not get ahead. Is scrambled eggs okay? You have biscuits, too.”
“That’s fine.” Chip sipped his sugary coffee. “So, did you become chief?” Jason prepared the scrambled eggs and popped the biscuits in the oven. “No. One day my mother returned from The Tree of Life. She had spoken to Ew-wha and was very upset. We were warned of the white man coming to our land, and the destruction that would follow. This was long before they stepped foot on our shores, Chip. Runners were sent to warn the Children of Ew-wha. By this time each tribe had their own name, while my tribe remained called The People. We were the original Children.”
“Is this where the known tribes names come—like Sioux, Cree, Cheyenne?
“Yes. But as they developed their own cultures, they lost the ability to use the gifts of the spirit they were bound with. Only my tribe retained the ability.”
“Gotcha. So what happened next?” Chip watched as Jason cooked breakfast. He had to admit he enjoyed the view of a shirtless Jason moving around his kitchen.
“They didn’t believe what they were told. They refused to believe Ew-wha would allow her children to be harmed in such a way.” Jason placed a plate of eggs, a drink, and biscuits in front of Chip.
“But they were.” Chip dug in, surprised at his hunger. “If what we’re taught in school is correct.”
“The white man came, and brought with him death and destruction. It was the end of our way of life.” Jason sat down next to Chip with his breakfast.
“Yeah, I guess it was. When we studied that time period I remember thinking Native American’s got a raw deal.”
Jason snorted at Chip’s inelegant choice of words. “I’ll say. My tribe joined with other tribes and tried to stem the flood of these strangers into our lands. As you know, it didn’t work. When peace treaty after peace treaty was signed, then violated, many of The People scattered to the four winds. But it was too late. The disease brought by the strangers decimated my tribe, only a few of us survived. I was one.”
“I’m thinking that retelling was the pared down, emotionless version of what you went through.” Chip sipped is orange juice.
“You’d be right. It was a bad time, full of anger and hopelessness. But time moves on, and we either move with it, or get left behind. Now you know who and what I am. And why I am.”
Chip waved his fork at Jason. “Yeah, right. I have to admit I’m still freaked you can turn into an animal. But it’s not as wild and freaky as I thought. But as far as knowing you, I still don’t, Jason.”
“There wasn’t time for me—”
“What the hell does that mean?” Chip found his voice rising. “You’re a stranger that showed up at my house, went all macho man on me… and well, basically took any choice I had. I know nothing about you—the man. And you show up here and tell me I’m to be your mate. And God help me, made me feel things I’ve never felt before! Did you put some sort of spell on me?”
“I made you feel nothing you didn’t want to feel!” Jason slammed his hand on the table. “Your spirit recognized me as your mate, just as your Granny knew it would.”
“What?”
~To be continued.
*Blush* I know, know! That’s a helluva place to end, lol, but I hit the limit. Until next week y’all. Remember to drop by the other Bloggers!~MNephylim m/mMichael Mandrake m/mSara Yorkm/mElyzabeth VaLey m/fTali m/mJulie Lynn Hayes m/m
MC Houle m/m

Tuesday and Tattoos

Hey everyone! It's Tuesday, so it's time for another round of sexy guys with tats. Kick back and enjoy! *laugh* I found some good ones, and damn, it's getting hard to pick which ones I want to show first. Or for that matter which ones I like best. ;) Decisions, decisions, lol.

~M