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Quick Note

Sorry everyone-the release date for Nighttime Wishes has been moved by the publisher to next Friday, May 11th.
~M 

Hey everyone! May 4th is the release date for my second b...

Hey everyone! May 4th is the release date for my second book Nighttime Wishes! My good friend Tali has done an interview with me for the release on her blog  Brilliant Disguise . *Laugh* it was a lot of fun, so please stop by and check it out!
~M 

Wednesday Briefs

Happy Wednesday, guys! These are the prompts for this week: "When the moon hits your eye, like a ...." or the alternatives: have a character that actually flashes or
use: crumble, beneficiary, patioor"Pardon me, miss (sir), but I've never done this...."orwrite about a spring fling.
~I’m using crumble, beneficiary and patio.


Shadows in the Night Ch 4
His pole sported new line and the tackle box contained several bottles of water. Everything ready, Chip stepped off the patio and cut across the backyard, humming happily. Thirty minutes later he was aggravated, cussing and lost.
“Nothing looks the same, dammit.”
Years had passed since he had fished while visiting his granny. Last time had been in the fall and the trees were bare. He was amazed how things had changed over time. Finally he found the pond with its mature trees and evergreens.
“‘Bout damn time,” he muttered as he dropped his tackle box and pole on the grassy bank. The pond was well-kept, which worried him. It probably was on his neighbor’s property, but after such a long hike, nothing would stop him from doing a little fishing.
“Ah shoot, the chance of anyone discovering me out here is slim.” Chip set his pole up and looked around for a spot to cast. “Just hope to hell I can find my way back out.”
An hour later the sun’s warmth, and the monotony of not catching anything, had him yawning. He found a branch with a ‘fork’ at the top to hold his rod. He hunted up a small bell from his tackle box and attached it to the pole. If he did get a bite the bell would let him know.
He settled down under a shade tree with his legs in front of him, crossed at the ankles. Resting his elbows on the soft grass, he leaned his head back and his eyes drifted shut. What more could a man ask for? Sun, water, nature and no one around to bug him. Life didn’t get any better than this, and all thanks to being the sole beneficiary of his granny’s will. His body relaxed; he lay flat and went to sleep.
* * * *
So sexy. Jesus, he’s so fucking sexy lying with one arm alongside his head and the other on his chest. Wish his shirt would ride up a little up a little so I can see more of his treasure trail. Hell, I’d sit here all day and stare at him, but he needs to get up.
Twilight swept across the land, bringing out the creatures of the night. Crickets launched into their nightly serenade along with bull frogs. An owl hooted nearby and bats flew through the air in crazy patterns as they hunted.
How to get him up without scaring the hell out of him? Hmm, let’s try this.
Hidden under a thick evergreen, he batted a dirt clump so it struck Chip’s leg—nothing. Chip grunted but didn’t wake up.
Dammit. Come on, sexy, I need you to get up. It’s going to be dark soon and you have a nice little walk in front of you. These woods are no place for the unprotected. One more try, then time for drastic measures.
He hit another dirt clump with his paw. This one ricocheted off the fishing pole and set the bell to ringing. He watched as Chip sat up and reached for the pole.
Seriously?
* * * *
“Shit! It must have gotten off.” Chip rubbed his eyes, finally noticing how dark it had become. “Great, night’s falling. Time to get a move on.”
He packed up his stuff and grabbed a water bottle out of the tackle box. The label peeled off from condensation so he crumbled it up and stuck it in his jean pocket. Walking quickly, he started back the way he had come, only to find the woods getting darker with every step he took. He wasn’t going to make it out before he lost daylight.
“Dumbass,” he grumbled. “Just had to nap, didn’t you?”
Shadows shifted as Chip hurried home. Odd sounds brought on a bad attack of chill bumps. Off to the left a twig snapped. Chip’s head jerked around as a low, menacing growl floated out from the undergrowth. The bushes shook madly and Chip froze. Something was in there, something big. A cold flush rushed through his body as golden eyes stared at him.
“Oh God.”
A cougar, crouched low to the ground, slinked towards him. The animal’s tense posture clearly said it planned to attack. Trembling, he stepped back, his mind screaming for him to run. Just as the cougar sprang, a thunderous scream of rage rang out as a streak of black sprinted past him. The two animals collided in a tangle of snarls and slashing teeth. A wicked cry of pain cut through the night as the first cougar bit the haunch of the…
“Fuck me, that one’s black! But there’s no such thing as a black—”
The darker one fought the other animal off. With a mighty swipe of its massive paw, it sent the one that had attacked spinning off head over tail. Then it turned, its greenish eyes staring at Chip. Giving a sharp yip, it motioned with its head toward the well-worn path. Just then, the first cougar came racing back to attack.
Chip dropped the tackle box and pole, turned and raced towards the path. He wasn’t going to question whether or not an animal had just told him to get his ass out of there. Breath sawing in and out, he hauled ass towards home—where his shotgun was. Behind him was silence, but he didn’t waste time wondering what had happened. One thought occupied his mind—get to safety.
As Chip cleared the tree line he heard a familiar shriek, but this time the sound came from in front of him. There, in front of him, was the biggest wild cat he had ever seen—a melanistic cougar.
An animal that didn’t exist lay bleeding on his porch.
~To be continued.
Until next week y’all. Remember to drop by the other Bloggers!
~M
Nephylim m/mTali m/mSara York m/mMA Church m/mMichael Mandrake m/mJulie Lynn Hayesm/m

Tuesday and Tattoos

Hey guys! It's the first of May, can y'all believe it??? Where has the time gone? So, I thought I'd add some infomation about tat's along with the sexy pictures. ;)



The word tattoo is said to has two major derivations- from the polynesian word ‘ta’ which means striking something and the tahitian word ‘tatau’ which means ‘to mark something’.






The history of tattoo began over 5000 years ago and is as diverse as the people who wear them. Tattoos are created by inserting colored materials beneath the skins surface. The first tattoos probably were created by accident. Someone had a small wound, and rubbed it ith a hand that was dirty with soot and ashes from the fire. Once the wound had healed, they saw that a mark stayed ermanently.

Despite the social sciences' growing fascination with tattooing, and the immense popularity of tattoos themselves, the practice has not left much of a historical record. http://www.designboom.com/history/tattoo_history.html







Hope everyone has a great Tuesday! Take care ya'll, and I'll see everyone tomorrow~ 

~M

The Yellow Rope Ch 12

Picking up a pair of jeans, Luke threw them to Gage. “Try those. And I’m not going back there, either. I may not escape next time.”
With a snort, Gage took the jeans back to the dressing room. “That’s okay, there’s always tonight. And you won’t be escaping that, love.”
“Perv,” Luke mumbled, pulling his shirt down, as Gage left. “Hurry the hell up.”
* * * *
Gage finished his shopping and all but dragged Luke to the vehicle. The ride home was silent, filled with sexual tension. When they arrived, Gage parked and grabbed Luke’s hand.
“Go upstairs and put on the black mesh brief. The leather cuffs are in the toy chest—I want them on both wrists and ankles. You have twenty minutes, starting now. If you aren’t on the bed, on your back, the night starts with a spanking.” Gage checked his watch. “It’s thirty after. At ten ‘til  I come for you. Be ready.”
Luke hurried from the vehicle.
Gage waited until Luke disappeared from sight before he got out. Taking his time, he retrieved their packages. Following at a more sedate pace, he went inside and fixed himself a drink. He could hear Luke moving around upstairs. Since they both had to work tomorrow, he didn’t plan on making it a late night. And if he did have to spank Luke, he’d make sure his lover could sit tomorrow.
Gage removed the tags from the clothes and he dropped them in the laundry room. Checking his watch, he noted ten minutes had passed. His dick plumped as he thought about Luke upstairs, getting ready for him and dressed all in black. He rubbed his hand over his crotch as he pictured Luke spread out on the bed, tied and helpless. He straightened up the kitchen to kill another ten minutes with that visual playing in his head. Finally, it was time to head upstairs.
Opening the door, he found Luke on the bed. The black mesh briefs didn’t hide the bulge Luke sported. Black leather adorned his wrists and ankles. He was gorgeous lying on the bed with the top sheet and bedspread kicked back. His wavy hair had fallen in his eyes, and the black sheet under him highlighted his pale body. Gage walked to the bed and stared at his lover for a moment.
“You are truly beautiful, babe.”
Luke’s shy smile beamed up to Gage. “Love you.”
“Love you, too.” Running his finger down Luke’s arm, he watched as chill bumps followed in his wake. “Ready?”
“Oh yeah.”
Gage opened the toy chest and found several lengths of yellow rope. He looped it through the rings on Luke’s wrists and pulled his arms over and alongside his head. Securing the rope to the headboard, he then moved down to Luke’s ankles.
“Feet flat on the bed.”
He tied the rope to the cuff then ran the length up to the headboard. Then he did the other ankle. Luke’s feet would stay in position and keep his legs pulled up. Now to make sure they stayed open. Taking more rope he wrapped it around Luke’s right thigh, then tied that to the length running up to the headboard.
“Oh God,” Luke moaned as Gage next tied his other leg open.
“That’s right, you won’t be straightening or closing those legs until I say.”
Then he took a slim bandand buckled it around Luke’s balls. There was one last thing to do—taking a pillow he slipped it under Luke’s head. He wanted his lover to see what he intended to do to him. Opening the table next to the bed, he removed the lube. Satisfied with things, he stripped off his shirt and sat between Luke’s feet.
“Mmm, that’s nice and hard,” Gage said as he leaned close. Wrapping his hand around the shaft, he lifted Luke’s dick straight up. Licking his lips to wet them, he brought the head of Luke’s dick to his mouth and ran the tip back and forth until the head was shiny. Raising his eyes, he looked at Luke. “Watch me.”
With a slight smile on his lips, he eased the head inside his mouth. Sucking gently, he kept onlythe crown in his mouth. Soft grunts came from Luke as he sucked, nibbled and licked, but went no farther down the shaft. Luke would close his eyes and sigh, quiet pants falling from his lips. Then Gage would nip Luke’s dick and those eyes would fly back open.
Biting his bottom lip, Luke watched as Gage played with the head of his dick. “Gage, take more. Please?”
Still holding Luke’s shaft straight up, Gage squeezed as he continued the assault on the sensitive head of Luke’s shaft. A strangled moan ripped from Luke as Gage kissed the flushed crown, then removed his mouth and raised his head.
Luke whimpered when Gage released his dick. “Don’t—please don’t stop!”
Gage didn’t say a word, just lifted the lube and spurted some over his fingers. “Who said I was stopping? You don’t want me going in dry, do you? Maybe I should since you’re questioning me.”
“No!” Luke’s head flopped back on the pillow. “Oh God, please don’t. I shouldn’t have questioned you, I’m sorry.”
Gage didn’t have any intention of doing that. Luke, if he hadn’t had his mind on his dick, would have known that, too. But the threat sounded nice, and he did so enjoy hearing Luke beg. Taking his slick finger, he rubbed across Luke’s hole, letting him feel the lube. With his other hand he lifted Luke’s dick again. Taking the head back in his mouth, he slid a finger inside Luke’s ass.
“Ah… gawd.” Luke’s hips arched.
Taking his time, Gage worked his finger in and out, brushing against Luke’s hot spot occasionally. The harsh pants from Luke pleased him. Glancing up, he checked to make sure Luke was still watching.
Seeing that Luke’s eyes were glued to what he was doing, he took a bit more dick into his mouth then slid another finger deep inside Luke’s loosening hole. Twisting his wrist, he thrust his fingers in and out. Those eager little muscles pulled his finger in each time and Luke gasped.
“Oh, Gage.” Luke let his head drop back on the pillow for a moment to rest his neck. “So good, babe.”
Gage pulled off Luke’s dick, his fingers still moving in Luke’s ass. “You’re leaking precum big time. And that hole of yours, it just sucked my fingers right in.”
Gage released Luke’s shaft and ran his hand up Luke’s chest to fondle hard nipples. Tweaking a nub, he watched Luke’s mouth fall open, panting. He hated to stop, but he just had an idea. Sliding his fingers out, he moved off the bed and shucked his jeans. His own damn cock needed some room.
Luke didn’t say anything this time, just waited to see what was coming next, although his eyes were focused on Gage’s dick. Moving to the toy chest, Gage dug around until he found a small box. Making sure Luke couldn’t see, he lifted the contents out. Sitting back on the bed, he moved back to between those spread legs and lifted Luke’s dick.
“What is…? Oh shit, when did you fucking get that?”
“Couple of weeks ago.”
Luke hissed as Gage buckled the strip of leather under the head of his dick. The band nestled right under the head of Luke’s cock. Extending from the band were two long chains. At the end of the chains were nipple clamps.
“Fuck,” Luke’s eyes rolled back as Gage pinched both nipples until they were standing tall, then attached the clamps.
“Okay?”
“Oh my God,” Luke panted. “Yeah, they’re not too tight.”
“Good.” Gage slid two fingers back into Luke’s ass. Luke yelped and his dick jumped, which caused the chains to tighten and the clamps to pull at his nipples.
“Oh fuck, oh shit, oh fuck.” Luke’s hips jerked and the process was repeated. “Ah God, ah… God!”
“Nice,” Gage mumbled as he watched Luke’s body twitch and arch. “Feel good, babe?”
“Ah, ah ahhhhh…”
“Loss for words, huh?” Gage slipped another finger inside Luke’s hole, watching as the chain tightened again, tugging on Luke’s nipples. Turning his wrist, he thrust three fingers in and out to a chorus of yelps and cries from Luke. Every time Luke’s dick jumped, those chains tightened and those lovely hard nipples were worked by the clamps. “That’s three fingers, babe. What do you say to four?”
“I-I-I… aw, shit!” Luke’s head tossed on the pillow as Gage slipped his pinky inside. “I’m knuckle-deep, babe. All four fingers inside, buried in your ass. And damn, this hungry hole just keeps wanting more. Fuck, you are so horny tonight. Ready for my dick now, or should I go for all five?”
“Oh, oh… fuck me!” Luke gasped, his chest heaving, nipples tingling. “Gage, please, fuckme!”
“Shit, you thought about it, didn’t you?”
Gage eased his fingers out, and removed the band around the base of Luke’s balls, which had Luke straining against his bonds. He grabbed the lube and drenched his dick. He did not remove the band under the head of Luke’s dick. He was getting fucked with that one on. Kneeling, he lined his dick up and pushed in, going to the root in one smooth side. Luke was so well prepared he took every inch. Both men froze, each fighting the need to come.
“Those nipples okay?” Gage grunted at Luke.
Several high pitch whines, then Luke managed to force the word ‘yes’ out.
“Good, ‘cause I’m fucking you with that on.” Gage pulled out and slammed back inside. He had teased Luke for over an hour—neither one of them were going to last long.
Resting his hands on Luke’s knees, he spread Luke’s legs open wider and hammered his lover. Sweat covered both their bodies. Luke moaned and grunted as the pace made his dick roll on his stomach and the chains pulled at his nipples.
“Look at me…” Gage waited until Luke’s eyes focused on him, then pounded his prostate. “Come for me, babe!”
Luke’s body tensed, and he screamed as his orgasm tackled him. Spurt after spurt landed on his stomach as his quivering ass milked Gage’s dick. Another hoarse scream followed as Gage came brutally hard, filling Luke with his seed.
Gage moaned as his dick slipped out, panting like he’d just run five miles. Leaning over, he quickly undid the nipple clamps, and earned a long hiss from Luke. He waited a few seconds for the pain to pass then kissed each nipple then sat back on his haunches. He ran his finger through the come on Luke’s belly, then lifted his hand. Luke lapped at his fingers. Unable to resist, he leaned back over Luke so they could share his essence.
“You okay?” Gage asked as he removed the leather band under Luke’s cock head and undid the ropes.
“That…” Luke had to swallow—his throat was still dry from his yelling. “That was the hottest thing ever. Damn, that was fucking wild. Did you really have four fingers in me?”
Gage took the cuffs off and tossed them on the table.
“Stay still, let me grab a towel from the bath.” Gage stood up, then turned back to Luke who was still sprawled on the bed, his chest sprinkled with ribbons of come. “I did, yes. And you took them, no problem.”
“Wow. Funny thing is I really don’t feel all that sore, either.” Luke stood up, too. “How about we take a shower? I sure worked up a sweat.”
Gage laughed from the bathroom, then Luke heard the shower cut on. “Come on then.”
They showered, both too tired for more play. After drying off, they snuggled in bed, watching TV.
“Gage? Thank you. This was the best three day weekend—ever. I’m actually looking forward to the work week.”
Gage kissed Luke on the neck. “My pleasure. I just want you to be happy. So, if that means I have to fuck you silly on these long weekends—well, I’m willing to make that sacrifice.”
“Ha! You do know this is the last break I have until school is out, right?”
Gage nipped Luke’s shoulder. “True. Then nine weeks of summer vacation. You might want to think about that before letting your mouth run away with you, lover.”
“Perv.” Luke grinned as he settled down against Gage in bed, waiting for the words he knew were coming.
“You know it.”
The End. 
Hope ya had fun over the long weekend with Gage and Luke, lol. ;)
~M

TGI Friday

Hey guys! Today I have author Alicia Nordwell, also known as Cia, guest blogging with me! Please make sure to check out her blog: Cia's Stories


~When did you first realize you wanted to be a writer? 
I’m a writer? *gasp* No really, it wasn’t something I ever ‘wanted’ to be, I just decided to try my hand at it after I joined GA and several friends encouraged me. I found I like doing it, and seem to doing it fairly well, so I just kept on. 


~How do you come up with a title?
I harass my beta to help me come up with one, she has the best ideas, or ask my hubby. I hate coming up with titles and summaries.


~ How long does it take you to write an eBook/full story? 
Honestly, I don’t tend to work for a deadline and not keep track of how long I write a story for. I think serial posting The Price of Honor took me 8 months though.


~Where do you get your information or ideas for your books?
The internet, of course, or the library. I once spent 2 hours researching flowers in the rainforest for a 2 paragraph section of Two of a Kind. Hultans are actual Dacian mythology that I twisted for Pricolici. Sometimes a picture will make a character or setting come to life for me too. I think I love those the best.


  ~Which character caused you most difficulty to write? 
Usually my characters cooperate, if not downright take over. If I have a hard time getting a visual on a character I talk them out with Renee, or one of my other helpful writing friends.


~When do you do your best writing… morning, afternoon, evening, night? 
Afternoon, I think. Mornings and evenings are busy with chores and family and late night writing makes me fall asleep. Usually if I do that I wake up to pages full of the k button, lol. 


~Out of all the stories you’ve written which one are you most proud of?  
I’d have to say Hypnotic. It’s one of my best, and it also ties in 2 other stories in the series. That was much harder to do than I ever imagined.

 
~Which story caused you the most difficulty to write?  
The Price of Honor. I didn’t have a beta back then, thank heavens for Renee now. Since it was my first story it is full of mistakes. I still need to go back and fix those, but new writing is always more fun and keeping me busy.


~Which character is most like yourself?
You haven’t seen her yet. She’s a fire elemental with red hair, a colored past that is a bit leery of people. She’s going to open right up and take charge though, once she figures out that she’s safe and cared for. The real twist is going to be who is doing the caring, but I’m not telling that part yet!


~Do you plan your stories and, if so, to what extent? 
Not really. Sometimes I’ll write out loose ideas, and I’ll plot stuff out if I am blocked but I don’t usually sit down with a long explanation and character description unless I don’t plan to write the story right away. If a plot bunny gets me, I will write it all out and then save it though. 


~Do you plan your characters?
To some extent, yes. Writing it’s wholly organic for me. I think very hard about my characters, their personalities and appearances, and dynamic that brings to the story based on the setting, their relationships, and the ‘point’ of the story.


~Out of all the characters you’ve written which one has affected you most? Not necessarily which one you like most, but which one ‘got to you’?
Emotionally difficult was Wes from ‘With Open Arms’. A lot of his story, and his injuries, were taken from actual events that happened to me. It was emotional to write that, I gave him a lot of my feelings of anger and the memory of the pain I was in is never fun.


~Do you think there are any hidden messages in any of your stories? 
Of course. I wrote Hubris in 20 minutes, but there is a lot of subtext in that story. My story, Eren’s Light, is full of it as well. They were both anthologies for GA and short. I don’t like to expound on things, but adding a little deeper meaning doesn’t hurt from time to time. 


~How many times have you started a story and abandoned it?
Oh heavens… I have about 10 stories ‘abandoned’ right now, and I work on them as the urge hits from time to time. That doesn’t mean they will stay that abandoned. Some are ideas for deadlines yet to come, others are ideas just for me that I’ll share when I finish them but don’t feel rushed to get to the end. 


~How many stories do you work on at any one time?
Usually I try not to post more than 2 stories at a time. Actually ‘working’ can be up to 4 stories at a time, but priority goes to whatever I’m posting.


~Has there even been something that you have had a SERIOUS disagreement with your editor or beta reader about? 
Nope, it’s actually funny, several people that Renee Stevens and I have both beta’ed for say we think exactly alike. She just gets what I mean when I write something, or fail to write something. Our styles mesh very well but on the off chance we don’t agree on something she just lets me go with what I feel is right. It is my story after all, and I extend her the same courtesy since I beta for her.


~What is your deepest fear?
Oh, that’s an off topic question, lol. I guess for me, as a parent, is to have something happen to me that means I can’t be there for my kids. I grew up with a single dad for a long time, and while I love him, it wasn’t the same as having a mom. My kids have been my world since I began to stay at home with them 6 years ago, they always come first.


~What do you like to do when you’re not writing?? 
OMG, read. All the time. Voraciously. I also do photography, I have a link to one of my online album sites on my blog. I also like to hike, which works well for the photography, camp, shoot archery, swim during the short Pacific NW summers, and just spend time with my family.


~Is there anything you’d like to tell? Maybe something in the works you would like to promotion? Feel free! 
Promotion! Yay! Let’s see, the biggest on the horizon is an expanded version of Pricolici that Romance First Publishing has contacted. I don’t have a date for release yet, but it should be by fall at the latest, I believe. I have a sequel partially planned for that story. Something readers haven’t heard about at all, I did a fantasy anthology with Lugh, and Renee Stevens from GA. Our short stories will post in the Premium section of the site very soon starting with Renee’s, then mine, then Lugh’s.

I also have a partially completed novella titled ‘The Legend is the Key’ for GA’s special 2012 Anthology ‘Secrets Can Kill’ that will debut in August. That previously mentioned mf story with a kick ass female lead is halfway complete, but I plan to send that to a publisher for consideration. If it isn’t picked up, I’ll post that on FSO this summer as well. In the meantime, I’m busy writing the climax scenes and endings for Hypnotic and The Experiment for readers.

  Thanks Cia for stopping by!

~M

Wednesday Briefs

Happy Wednesday, guys! These are the prompts for this week: "I can see clearly now..."
or use these alternate prompts:
canvas, moustache, pond  
or
"I'd follow you anywhere" 
or 
"Take your clothes off or I'll...."
or chicken, pantomine, stock market 
or 
"His/her eyes were as green as..." 
I’m using “his eyes were as green as…”

Shadows in the Night Ch 3 
The sweet twill of various birds woke Chip the next morning. Lying in bed, he listened to the sounds outside his bedroom window—nature’s own alarm clock. After a quick stretch he left the bed and hunted up a pair of night pants. Most of his grandmother’s clothes had been packed by her friends, so that was one less thing he had to face. Now he needed to get his stuff unpacked. Yawning, he made his way into the kitchen.
“Damn.”  There, all over the floor, were the pictures he knocked over last night. Rubbing his hand over his face he looked at the mess. Now that he was standing in a sunlit kitchen he felt silly. “Jeez, you big dummy, overreact much last night?”
Getting the coffee started, he picked up the pictures, his eyes falling once more to the guy with black hair. Who was this guy and why did he keep coming back to that picture of Mr. Tall, Dark, and Mysterious? Laying the picture on the kitchen table he picked the rest up and took the box back to the closet. One thing was certain, until he had some caffeine buzzing through his system nothing was getting done. Returning to the kitchen, he fixed a cup and walked out on the porch.
“Man, you can’t beat this.” The storm’s rain had greened everything up and the air smelled fresh. Frowning, he remembered the greenish eyes he saw last night looking at him through the widow. There had been something out there. Going back inside, he set his coffee on the table and walked back to the bedroom. Grabbing a pair of jeans he changed then hunted up his cowboy boots.
“Okay, guess we’ll see what there is to see.” He made his way around to the kitchen window. Several large braches had been knocked down from the storm and the ground squished under his feet, which was good. He was banking on the fact the ground was soggy. If something had been outside his window—and he was pretty sure his mind hadn’t been playing tricks on him—then there should be tracks.
“Oh… my God.”
Bending down, he examined the paw prints in the mud. Goosebumps raced up his back and his body shivered slightly in the cool morning air. He wanted proof, and there it was. Glancing up, he studied the kitchen window. Being an older house the window was smaller than normal and high off the ground.
Standing up, he judged the distance from the ground to the window sill. Whatever had been out there last night was big; it would have to stretch to look inside. The sill hit him about upper chest range, and he walk around on two legs. Plus, the paw prints were deeply embedded in the mud.
“Okay. Guess that answers that. I did have company last night. Time to hit Google and see what’s around in this area.”
Thirty minutes later he was just as confused as ever. That scream which made his hair stand on end was probably from a cougar. Thing was, every article he read said there was no authenticated cases of truly melanistic cougars. Melanistic cougars have never been photographed or shot in the wild and none has ever been bred. There is wide consensus among breeders and biologists that the animal does not exist. Physical description: 7 to 10 feet long, about 30 inches high, 150 to 175 pounds. Their color is tan or grayish tan, described as reddish in summer and bluish color in autumn, (typical, but black-melanistic often reported). Eye color is greenish-yellow. They have a tail that is 26 to 36 inches long.
“Big boy—big, big boy,” Chip muttered as he read, convinced whatever it was… was male. It had to be what sprayed one of the pillars on the front porch. “But his eyes were as green as grass with a yellow circle around the green. I’m pretty sure his coat color was black, too. Had to been, even though these articles say this animal doesn’t exist.”
Maybe someone needed to tell that to the animal.
Chips stomach suddenly rumbled. “I’m not going to get anything done wasting the whole day on the internet. Guess I’ll grab some breakfast then see what I can get done inside.”
After eating Chip worked out a system where he tagged what he wanted to keep, and what had to go. Then he called the professional moving company he hired and made arrangements to have his things shipped.  By lunch he took another break and went outside. In every direction he looked was land.
“Wonder how close my neighbors are?” Until last night he hadn’t really thought about how isolated he was here. Nor did he know them. “Better add that to the list of things to do. I wonder if Ms. Ruby still lives to the right of me?”
He remembered her from all his previous visits. She was a nice elderly lady his granny had been friends with for a long time. He had no idea who lived on the other side of him, but intended to find out when he had some time. Plus, he needed to double check to see where his landended. There was a pond he remembered and wanted to get some fishing in today if possible.
“Two more hours, then I deserve a treat. If that pond is on someone else’s property maybe they won’t mind sharing.”
Two and a half hours later Chip had his tackle box and pole ready to go. Eyeing the sky he decided he could get a few hours in before sunset. Maybe he’d get lucky and fried catfish would be on the menu for tonight. 
~To be continued.
Until next week y’all. Remember to drop by the other Bloggers!
~M
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Tuesday and Tattoos

Okay, thought I'd try this and see how it goes, lol! On Tuesday's now I'll be posting a pic or two of a sexy guy with ink. Some pics may focus solely on the tats, and other pictures may not. Some may be sweet, and some may make your blood boil, lol. But in a good way!

This one kinda falls in that boiling category. *wink* I'm not overly fond of snakes, but this pic sure caught my eye.

~M

The Yellow Rope Ch 11

Luke’s lips twitched as they pulled away from the pond. A snicker, then a snort rumbled out of Luke, followed by full belly laughs. Gage rolled his eyes as Luke laughed hysterically, bent over and tears flowing from his eyes. His laughter echoed behind them as they drove off, and one very big bull shook his head, an evil gleam in his eye.
After they got home both unpacked and showered. Gage, of course, couldn’t wait to change clothes. They spent the rest of the night watching movies and went to bed early. Tomorrow was Monday and Luke’s last day off.
* * * *
Gage had left the bed by the time Luke managed to pry his eyes open. The bedroom door was open and the smell of bacon and eggs saturated the room.
“Mmm, my favorite.” The scent had him up and dressing quickly. Throwing on a pair of jeans he joined Gage in the kitchen.
“Morning.”
“Hey sleepy head, you hungry?” Gage flipped the fried egg over while he eyed the unsnapped jeans and bare feet. Not to mention the bare chest. “Breakfast is about ready.”
“Starved.”
“Good. Grab a few plates, this is ready.”
The morning sun shone through the windows, rays slanting across the counter and falling on Luke. Gage watched his lover for a second. Gone was the air of fatigue from last Friday. Luke’s eyes were clear and a small smile played around his lips. He had made love to Luke more times this weekend than he had in the last month. But he had also babied him, too; in his own way. And now the results were showing. Luke looked happy.
“So, is my hair sticking straight up or what?” Luke handed a plate to Gage. “And let me eat before you start eyeing me like that.”
Gage snickered as he took the plates from Luke. “That wasn’t what I was thinking about, but now that you’ve put the thought in my head…”
“Oh boy.”
“But honestly that wasn’t what I was thinking about actually.” Gage served up breakfast then followed Luke to the table.
“Okay, what then?” Luke as they sat down.
“Just thinking how relaxed and happy you look now compared to last Friday.”
“Thanks to you.”
Gage reached over and grabbed Luke’s hand. “It was my pleasure—totally.”
Luke grinned. “Yeah, and I was totally glad to be on the—shall we say—receiving end, too.”
“Ha, ha.” Gage rolled his eyes. “I can tell you feel better, that mouth is coming back.”
Luke’s grin widened as he forked up his eggs. They ate in silence for several minutes. Luke had just lifted his glass of orange juice when Gage nonchalantly laid a length of yellow rope on the table.
“Wasn’t what you were thinking about, huh?”
“Let’s just say that I have plans for you, but not right now.  I thought we’d run by Bass Pro Shop then maybe the mall. We both need some more dress shirts, plus I need some more jeans.”
“Oh good Lord. Just wash the damn things, Gage.” Luke took a drink, then set his glass down. “It’s not like that bull took a dump on your jeans.”
“Thanks for that mental image here at the breakfast table.” Gage pointed his fork at Luke.  “And that had nothing to do with me needing more jeans. The crotch ripped out of another pair several days ago.”
Luke’s lips twitched. “Well—”
“Want to see how well you can eat without hands again?” Gage raised an eyebrow. “Finish that sentence and you’ll find out.”
“Hey! It was complementary.”
“Beside the point. If you distract me we won’t ever leave the house today, and I really need some new jeans. So, behave yourself, lover.”
“Okay, okay, fine. I’ll be good.” Luke smiled as he finished his breakfast. “You cooked so I’ll clean up. Why don’t you go grab a shower while I do this?”
“Sounds like a plan.” Gage handed his plate to Luke and turned to walk out of the kitchen. Just as he was leaving he heard Luke’s phone playing AC/DC Big Balls. He  rolled his eyes, but didn’t say anything.
* * * *
“Why are we going to the fishing store?” Luke asked, referring to Bass Pro Shop.
“Well, I thought with school about to end, and I have plenty vacation, we could go camping later. You interested?” Gage deftly merged with the interest traffic.
“Interested in being off in the woods, in a tent with a camp fire? By the water, with no one around? Hell yeah!”
“And you can scream to your little heart’s content, too. No one to hear you out there.” Gage rubbed his hand up Luke’s thigh.
“Perv.”
“Absolutely, and you love it.” Gage tapped Luke’s crotch.
“Absolutely, and if you keep that up I won’t be getting out when we get there.”
Gage’s small sideways smile sent a shiver up Luke’s spine. Ever since Gage had dropped that damn rope on the kitchen table he had been half hard. Tonight promised to be… interesting. Problem was tonight was still half a day away, and from the fingers that were traveling up his leg, Gage was in a teasing mood.
Which promised to make a long day even longer.
Several times at the fishing store Gage patted Luke’s ass, or his hand brushed across Luke’s crotch. He always made sure no one was around. Once finished at Bass Pro they went to the mall. Gage continued his little game of subtle teasing while they shopped. They bought the shirts and Luke picked out a pair of pants.
“Hey, be right back. I’m going to try these on.”
“Okay. Take your time. I need to do some more looking around.”
Luke was in his shirt and underwear when the door opened. “There’s someone in—”
“Oh, I know,” Gage grinned.
“Gage! What are you—?”
“Shh. I’m looking around.”
“Oh my… oomph!”
Luke nearly died when Gage slipped in his dressing room. But that was nothing compared to when he trapped him against one wall and proceeded to kiss him senseless.  By the time he managed to get Gage out of his dressing room, Luke had a hard-on that could pound nails, along with a nice bite mark on his shoulder. They were damn lucky the sales clerk was busy helping other people. Finally he calmed his body, got dressed and joined Gage by the by the register.
“You’re insane,” Luke whispered while they waited on the sales clerk. “What if we got caught?”
“It’s not like I had your dick in my mouth,” Gage whispered back.
“Damn,” the clerk whispered just as low as they had.
Both Gage and Luke jumped, neither having seen her arrive.
“But I wouldn’t have minded,” she winked as she rung up the sales.
“Oh… My… God…” Luke, turning red, choked.
Gage snorted. “He’s shy. Now in bed he’s a real animal.”
“Oh… My… God!” 
“He’s a cutie,” she said to Gage as Luke went up in flames.
“I agree, especially when he’s about to—”
“I’ll be in the jeans section!” Luke hurried off, leaving Gage behind.
The sales clerk giggled. “Have a good evening, Sir.”
Gage winked. “Oh, I plan to.”
* * * *
Gage caught with Luke who was digging thorough jeans. “Well, she was nice.”
“You shouldn’t be allowed out in public, you know that?”
“Aw, come on. It could have been much worse. At least she wasn’t homophobic.”
Picking up a pair of jeans, Luke threw them to Gage. “Try those. And I’m not coming back there, either. I may not to escape this time.”
With a snort Gage took the jeans back to the dressing room. “That’s okay, there’s always tonight. And you won’t be escaping that, love.”
“Perv,” Luke mumbled, pulling his shirt down, as Gage left. “Hurry the hell up.”
 ~M

Whoop! Whoop!

So yay, the anthology story I plan to submit is finally finished! After a quick proof it'll be ready to be sent off. And just in time since the deadline is right around the corner, lol. I cut this one a smidgen close!
The main character is one of the top models in the world. All that changes when he's involved in a car wreck and left scarred. (That's what the anthology is based on.) It's only 12K but you get a good feeling of how someone who makes a living from his face and body feels when that face is scarred. And, of course, there's someone who loves him and refuses to give up.
I'm really happy with this. If it *is* accepted in the anthology I'll post more info. But this is the picture I found that got the story started.


  

Yeah. Now that's something to get inspired by, lol. See ya tomorrow. :)
~M