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I'm Not a Man, but I Play One in Real Life by DC Juris

The AHMAHZING DC Juris agreed to stop by The Purple Fantasy Den today and do a guest blog post. He needs no introduction, we all know that he's an amazing author and we're so lucky that he agreed to stop by and do this guest post for us. So without further ado...take it away DC!




I'mNot a Man, but I Play One in Real Life by DC Juris
Hifolks! ::waves:: I'm DC Juris. For those of you who don't know me, I'm atransgender man who writes GLBTQ and heterosexual romance.
I'vebeen an out and proud member of the transgender community for about three yearsnow. I came out first to my husband and kids. My husband wasn't surprised, andeven though he's the Straightest Straight Guy Who Ever Straighted in StraightTown, he's still with me. Coming out to my family was a little easier - not becausethey're more accepting, but be cause the number of them who still speak to meafter I came out as gay many years ago is pretty low.
Actually,it's just my sister. My sister and I didn't grow up together. In fact, she'sprobably just under 20 years older than me. We have the same mother, butdifferent fathers. I came out to her a couple Thanksgivings ago. We ended uphaving to go to Wal-Mart to buy a new Christmas tree, and I told her abouteverything in the parking lot.
Wedidn't discuss it much after that. This year, when she came to visit forThanksgiving, I showed her my top binder. I was getting ready to go to awedding, so I wore my binder under a dress shirt and a suit jacket. I'm notsure what she thought of the whole situation, exactly, but she asked questionsand seemed genuinely interested.
Shemailed us our Christmas presents this year, and mine was a very lovely gender-neutralbracelet. My sister is a jewelry hound - she loves looking at it, she lovesbuying it for herself, she loves wearing it, and she loves buying it forothers. She was more than a little disappointed, I think, to think jewelry wasoff the list of possibilities for me as presents. But she managed to find theperfect piece, which I loved. I don't get many acknowledgements of who I am, soit was nice to see an actual effort on someone's part. We talked later in theweek and I thanked her and told her how much I liked the gender-neutral aspectof it.
Aweek or so later, I sent her an e-mail asking for a picture. And that's whenthe interesting thing happened. She wrote back and said that the bracelet hadbeen "for Danny" but that it was okay if I liked it, too.Andit struck me - do people think I'm playing a roll? That I'm Daniel when I puton a chest binder and a sport coat, but someone else otherwise?
Becausenothing could be further from the truth. Though I've only officially startedusing the name in the past couple years (though not legally), I've been Danielall my life. Oh, I've had many different names over the years. At one point,when I was eleven, I referred to myself as Lord Osmosis. But I've always beenmale.
Evenmy husband, who is allowed to call me by my legal name and use female pronouns,has started using male pronouns on occasion.
Iguess it's difficult to wrap a mind around the situation of being transgender.I mean, most people don't do through their lives wanting to cut their bodiesparts off, or wear clothing of another gender, or things like that. Most peoplelament about their weight, acne, if their hair is curly or straight – thosekinds of things.
Somaybe to most people, it looks like I'm playing dress up. Or maybe I'm a dragking, or a cross dresser.
Butthe reality is – I'm me. I may have female body parts, but I'm all man on theinside. 

Mark Me has a Cover and I'm Sharing Chapter One With you!

Hot off the Presses: Book one of The Dom series: Mark Me (the "hot as frack cover")
Holy FRACK Batman!!!! LC Chase has done it again! This cover is so hot that I keep fanning myself…..and needing to take a moment to myself. *Snickers*Where these gorgeous men came from I don't know but yeah, this is the cover for book one of The Dom series, entitled "Mark Me", and because I'm so excited I'm going to give you all the entire first chapter of the book.Aren't you excited?So enjoy the boys and the story.-Vicktor Alexander



Mark MeChapter One"Who would give a law to lovers? Love is unto itself a higher law.-BoethiusVicktor let his eyes drift over the smoky room again.  He simultaneously admired and rejected the scores of beautiful, willing men who were all anxiously vying for his attention.  None of them appealed to him.  At least not on any level past a purely lustful one.  Normally, that wouldn't be an issue for him.  He hadn't obtained his reputation for being a "hit and run" type of man if it hadn't been an accurate depiction of his life, but dammit, he was almost thirty-five and it was time to settle down, time to finally find the one man that he was going to let finally catch him.  In a manner of speaking.  The bar was always full on Saturday nights, but tonight it seemed to be bursting at the seams.  Unfortunately for him, that meant that there was not only more of the twinks hoping that he would choose one or more of them, but there seemed to be a lot more competition in the air.  Other men who wanted to prove that they were better, stronger, sexier, more manly than he.  They lost…they always lost…but he always let them play.  Well…almost always.  Tonight he wasn't looking to play.  Tonight he was looking to win.  He was an Alpha male on a hunt to find what was his and he wasn't going to stop until he got it and he wasn't going to give up until it belonged to him.He sighed and leaned back against the bar behind him, his long brown fingers clenching, without conscious thought on his part, on the glass of Scotch that he held in his hand.  He tried to contain the growl that rose up in his throat, quite aware that there was no one to growl at, no willing body for him to mark…no tree to piss on and let everyone know that it belonged to him.  His light brown eyes slid closed and he rolled his shoulders to relieve the tension that had inexplicably built there, feeling the white hot fires of rage dissipate from his gut and he sighed…again…this time with relief and not with frustration…okay, not only with frustration."No luck tonight DV?" he heard a voice beside him ask and he turned his head to see who it was who had decided to intrude upon his moment of desultory personal reflection.  He grinned when he saw his good friend Thaddeus Adkins."Ah hell Thad.  They get younger, I get older and all the while, none of them seem to get any better…" he said, his voice tinged with a slight trace of annoyance and frustration."And you just seem to get better with age," Thad smiled back at him.  "Yeah man, I know."Vicktor nodded and opened his mouth to inquire about Thad's partner, Desmond, when the door opened and his angel walked in.  The man he had been looking for.  The one he'd spent most of his adult life both trying to avoid and pursue.  His soul mate had just walked into the door.  Petite, with black hair that swept his shoulders and gorgeous green eyes, the thin young man seemed completely unsure of himself as he stepped fully into the bar.  Vicktor let his eyes drift over the other man while he seemed completely unaware.  He stood somewhere around five feet eight inches tall, on the thin side, and he also seemed to be fighting exhaustion…if the bags underneath his eyes was any indication at all."DV!  Man!  What the hell?  Where did you go?" Thad asked when Vicktor turned to him and blinked stupidly.Slowly, sanity and reason returned and he knew that he couldn't just stand there ogling the guy.  He had to do something, say something, send him something.  He gave himself a firm mental shake and reminded himself of who he was, of his reputation, of his status, of his skills, of his entire fucking personality.  He wouldn't get all gooey eyed just because his perfect man walked through the door, with his pale skin, dressed in a black shirt and black pants, like he was scared of being discovered.  Vicktor was determined to bring the other man out of his shell…but maintaining his individual identity while doing so.  He nodded with his head towards the direction of the small man who seemed to be making his way towards them with a smile on his face.He saw Thad look over his shoulder and then smile before he leapt up."Thank you for pointing him out to me!  That's why I'm here!  I've been waiting for him," Thad replied and Vicktor felt his heart clench."Who is he?" he asked."Oh him?" Thad shrugged one shoulder.  Very calm and nonchalantly Vicktor nodded, hoping that his feelings weren't evident on his face.  Please don't be claiming him here, please don't be claiming him here, he thought to himself."That's my brother-in-law Daniel.  I brought him for you."Vicktor's head swung quickly in Thad's direction, his eyes widening and his mouth dropping open.  "What the fuck did you just say?" he questioned, his voice sound harsh to his own ears."Daniel is obviously a sub.  He sort of came to this realization the other day when he was over to the house.  You know that I, for obvious reasons, can't train him on how to be a sub, so I thought that I'd bring him to you.  I know that you'll take care of him and sort of ease him into that role," Thad pointed out as Daniel finally noticed them and began to head over.Vicktor swallowed thickly and straightened up in his chair, feeling as if he was either about to be interviewed or as if he were about to meet the parents of his partner.  Seconds passed before he once again remembered who he was and inhaled deeply before releasing the breath slowly.  He was "The Dom."  People came from all around the fucking world, paying him exorbitant amounts of money to train their subs or to get better training on how to be a better Dom.  He was the shit, he knew he was the shit and within an hour, Daniel would know it too.Feeling much more confident, he sat back with a small smirk on his face and watched as Daniel's eyes nervously took in his appearance before turning to stare at Thad."Hey Thad.  Why did you want me to meet you here?" the younger man asked hesitantly and Vicktor felt his cock harden in his pants.  Without a word he stood and looked down at the younger man who took a hesitant step back."Do you know who I am?" he asked, watching as Daniel's body shook at the sound of his voice.  Only Vicktor was aware of Thad slipping off the stool and walking slowly out of the bar, never once looking back to make sure that his brother in law was going to be okay. Vicktor knew that that was more about the fact that Thaddeus trusted him rather than the idea that he didn't care for Daniel. Everyone knew how fiercely protective Thad was about his family members and Daniel was no exception. The man in question didn't even blink when Thad disappeared from their space in front of the bar, Daniel's eyes were trained on him.  As it should be, he thought to himself, feeling his hard cock leaking behind the zipper of his jeans in view of this almost perfect display of submission. Oh yeah, Daniel was going to be the sweetest sub he ever had."N-no," Daniel responded, his voice quivering as he took a small step back."Some people call me Vicktor.  Some people call me Vic.  Some people call me The Dom," Vicktor began, grinning with an almost wolfish satisfaction when Daniel's body tensed at his title.  Oh, it seemed as if his new little sub had heard of him.  He stepped closer to the younger man and leaned forward, at six feet four inches, he wasn't the tallest man in existence but he was rather tall, it was his broad frame that made him so intimidating.  People tended to see a tall, muscled black man with tattoos on his shoulder, his forearm and chest and see someone to not be fucked with…they'd be right in his case.  He was very intimidating, he liked it that way, it made it easier for subs to follow his orders and it chased off the sadistic bastards who called themselves Doms.  Being a Dom was a privilege, not a right.  What he did wasn't a game, it was a lifestyle.  He oozed Dom from his pores.  He pissed dominance and everywhere he walked subs had extreme orgasms just from him looking at them.It wasn't arrogance, it was the fucking truth.He leaned over and placed his lips right next to Daniel's left ear. He didn't want his new sub to miss his next words, he exhaled lightly on the smaller man's pale ear, chuckling at the slight whimper the other man gave him, "You can call me Sir," he said gruffly before leaning down and biting Daniel's neck hard enough to leave a mark.  He wasn't surprised when he felt the other man shake through a very forceful orgasm.  He knew that he had judged the smaller man correctly. Daniel was a sub that loved to be bitten and he would bet his favorite flogger that the man would cream his pants the first time Vicktor brought up the idea of using his paddle on him."That was one.  Before the night is over, you're going to be calling me Sir, begging me to keep you, and you'll have had seven orgasms.  That's one, make sure that you count," he ordered, allowing his voice to slip into its "Dom octave."  He stood up to his full height and stepped back, "Let's go," he commanded before turning his back and walking away, he heard Daniel's shuffling steps behind him and smiled wolfishly, he was so happy that he chose to come out tonight.He knew that he owed Thaddeus one…or rather, seven.~~**~~                                ~~**~~                                ~~**~~                                ~~**~~                                ~~**~~                                ~~**~~
Daniel had no idea what the fuck was wrong with him. He didn't even know Vicktor. He knew of him, sure. But, everyone knew who Vicktor Parthings was. Everyone who was interested in "the scene" or had even considered getting into it. Besides that, his brother Desmond was a former sub, turned househusband, who used to masturbate to pictures that he had of Vicktor. Daniel hadn't understood it at first. He could understand the initial attraction. Vicktor was very attractive.Who was he kidding? Vicktor was a fucking, walking wet dream. He stood at about 6 feet, he was muscled, had gorgeous, smooth, milk chocolate skin and his hair was black and hang straight down to the middle of his cheeks, plus his eyes were light brown. He was a fucking living, breathing orgasm.Daniel shivered as he followed the older man out of the bar. Desmond used to say all of the time that he wanted to be dominated by Vicktor and Daniel had laughed at him, wondering what the hell was so special about the man that everyone called "The Dom", that it would make his brother jack off over his photos three and four times a day. He was still trying to figure out what the big draw was. Vicktor was sexy, but he wasn't all that.He purposefully ignored the large wet stain on the front of his jeans that made a liar out of him."Did you drive here?" Vicktor asked him and Daniel lifted his head and found his gaze ensnared by the taller man's.Shit.That was the fucking draw right there. Vicktor looked like he wanted to take care of him. Like it would be his greatest honor to take care of him and that, in order for him to take care of Daniel, he had to dominate him. Daniel was inclined to believe him. Fuck, he'd get on his knees right there in the parking lot if Vicktor asked him to. He saw Vicktor's head tilt to the side and a small smile come to his face as if he were amused by Daniel.Wait, had Vicktor asked him a question?Shit. He couldn't even think now. What the hell had the massive mountain asked him? His mind swirled through the haze of lust and desire and submissiveness until…"Oh! No, I took a cab. Thaddeus told me to take a cab. He said that I wouldn't need my car, which I thought was really weird, because I know for a fact that he and Desmond are supposed to be meeting up later for dinner and I didn't think they'd want me with them, so the fact that he was telling me to leave my car, didn't make any sense to me, you know? I mean, it wasn't like they'd want me to join them at dinner, you know? I mean-" Daniel stopped talking abruptly when Vicktor placed his hand over his mouth."Slow down Boy. That was a yes or no question. Just answer yes or no unless I ask for more. Got it?" Vicktor said with amusement tingeing his words.Daniel nodded, allowing his tongue to peek through his lips for a moment and licking the palm of Vicktor's hand. The salty flavor of the other man's skin burst across his tongue and he saw Vicktor's nostrils flare and his eyes darken with lust and desire and knew that his own body was reacting in the same way. What the fuck was wrong with him? He wasn't usually like this. He'd been looking into the whole submission thing for a while, but he wasn't usually this…impetuous. One part of him wanted to run away from Vicktor, who was obviously the catalyst behind his personality change, while another part, a larger part wanted to kneel right there and beg The Dom to spank him until he passed out."Get in the car and then we'll go back to my place and talk. Okay?" Vicktor said. Daniel nodded and took a small step back, watching as Vicktor walked around the large black SUV to get into the driver's side. Daniel took a step forward until his brain processed what had been said.Talk?
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Thaddeus nodded to the waiter who led him to the table where his husband waited, a broad smile on his face, his heart still pounding in his chest as he caught a glimpse of the gorgeous man waiting there. Desmond was the perfect specimen for being a male model. All long limbs and dark hair and bright blue eyes. The first time Thaddeus had seen him, he knew that he'd wanted to have the other man on his knees submitting to him. By the end of their first scene which they'd had two days later, he'd known that he wanted the other man wearing his collar.Two weeks later, he knew he wanted Desmond to wear his ring. So he'd proposed to the beautiful man in a romantic ceremony. Both of their families in attendance, all of their friends, except Vicktor who'd been off in California for some sort of conference and hadn't been able to get away. He'd gone down on one knee and everyone had cried with the words he'd said and he'd been so sure that Desmond would say yes.He was wrong.No one had been more shocked than him when Desmond had told him no.When he'd asked why, he had been shocked when the other man said that it was because Thaddeus still hadn't said that he loved him.It had taken him three months to say it the first time, though he'd felt the emotion from the first night. It was an emotion that had done nothing but strengthen and grow firmer as the days had passed.It wasn't until six months after he'd proposed that first time that he'd proposed again.This time Desmond had said yes.One year later, they were still happy and still in love.Thaddeus had never been so happy to be rejected in his life.He walked towards his husband, his grin getting bigger as he got closer and closer to the love of his life. He leaned over the table and captured Desmond's lips with his own as soon as he stopped at the table, moaning into his the smaller man's soft and sweet kiss. Pulling back after a long moment, he sat down in his seat, ignoring the looks of shock, interest, disgust and confusion on the faces of the other patrons in the restaurant. He knew that people looked at him and even Vicktor and expected the both of them to be surrounded by a bunch of groupies, with the both of them wearing long chains of gold or silver talking about "bling, bling" and "bitches" and growing up in "the hood." They wouldn't be further from the truth with their stereotypes, however. He had grown up in the suburbs of Moline, Illinois and while Vicktor never spoke about where he'd been born, Thaddeus knew for a fact that he'd grown up in Moline, right next to him, after he'd been adopted by the Parthings family. The Parthings were a very well to do Caucasian family and Vicktor had grown up attending the orchestra, the ballet, the theater and museums in addition to going to concerts and football games with everyone else.They'd both attended Ivy League schools after graduating from college. Vicktor had attended Harvard University and he'd attended Stanford. The two had kept in touch, not only because they were best friends but because in middle school they'd both realized that they were gay and while they'd realized that neither one of the would "bottom" for the other without a fight a some bruises, they both realized that they got off when they were dominating others.They weren't sadistic about it, and contrary to what his therapist had told his parents, it wasn't a control mechanism employed by a victim of rape or neglect. Hell, he'd never experienced either of those things and he was still a Dom…or he was before he'd married Desmond, now he was just a husband. Vicktor though. Vicktor was born to be a Dom. Regardless of his birth parents, Vicktor was born to take charge. Born to lead. Born to dominate. He'd grown up telling people that he pissed dominance and leadership and it wasn't an exaggeration. The man had such a presence about him that Thaddeus had found himself fighting against the urge he had to kneel or bend over for the other man. Which is the reason why they'd only been friends growing up and never anything else."So did DV agree?" Desmond asked, his voice soft and slightly hesitant. Thaddeus cleared his throat and shifted in his chair, ignoring his husband's grin at the evidence of his obvious state of arousal."He agreed so well that neither he nor Daniel even noticed when I left the bar," Thaddeus stated, graciously accepting the menu handed to him from the waiter. He saw as Desmond glared at the waiter who was still standing by the table as if waiting for Thaddeus to notice him.Thaddeus grinned. His husband was so cute when he was being all fierce and possessive. People didn't understand that sometimes Doms got off on their subs or their partners being just as possessive and jealous as they themselves were. The Dom/sub relationship was completely different from that of a Master/slave relationship and Thaddeus knew that even if he'd been a "Master" and Desmond was his "slave," that Desmond still would have been extremely possessive. It made his chest rumble with a contented purr.He saw Desmond grin at him and he barely glanced up at the waiter, he only had eyes for his husband. Besides, he had a feeling that this was going to be a very short dinner."I'll have a steak, well-done, with Portobello mushrooms on top with the red skinned potatoes on the side, let me have the sour cream on the side. My husband will have the lemon-ginger chicken with the steamed vegetables, no butter on any of that, bring him the butter on the side. Bring us another bottle of wine and the check as well. We're going to be having dessert at home. Off my husband's naked body," Thaddeus ordered, ignoring the waiter completely and looking at Desmond the other time. He heard the waiter gasp before uttering a quick and almost inaudible "Yes sir," before scampering away. Thaddeus grinned at the look of complete and utter adoration shining in his husband's eyes."I think we may have to get those meals to go, love," Desmond stated huskily.Without hesitation Thaddeus lifted his hand in the air, "Waiter!"

Earth 2408: Prequel to The Alpha King Part IV

Joshua smelled them before he reached the end of his driveway. They'd been there…at his home. What the fuck? He was maybe twenty minutes late and they showed up at his home and no doubt, probably scared the piss out of Traven. His mate wasn't always the most calm of people in normal circumstances, having complete strangers show up in the middle of the night and ask for his lover, probably had all manner of things going through his mind. Especially with what was going on now. They'd been able to detect the frustration of Earth with her inhabitants. She'd grown bitter and resentful and they'd all known, they, meaning the leaders of Tumaro, the planet that Joshua and his family hailed from, that it wouldn't be too long before she was going to turn on the humans and begin killing them all off.It was one of the main reasons that Joshua had volunteered to journey down to Earth and try to learn all that he could before it became too late. He hadn't planned on finding his mate while he was out walking. He especially hadn't planned on finding his very human mate. He wouldn't trade any of what had happened over the last few years for anything in the world, however. Traven was his life and Joshua had vowed to do whatever it took to keep that man safe and sound, even if he'd had to stay on Earth as a human and only shift when it was absolutely necessary.He paused before he took another step. What was that smell? He sniffed the air and could tell that something was wrong. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up at full attention, his wolf began howling within him and his brain struggled to catch up with the two indicators that something was wrong with his mate.  Taking another step forward, he stepped up on the bottom step to the porch and growled.Blood. He smelled blood and it wasn't just any type of blood…it was his mate's blood.Joshua's top lip curled back and he felt his canines extend, his skin grew fur and his hands shifted to their paw counterparts, the claws extended. He leapt forward and landed on all fours, hearing the rip of the fabric from his shirt. Stopping at the door to their home, he sniffed the frame. Even this…something smelled off about this, and more than that…He inhaled deeply, his eyes closing as he struggled to focus past the anger and the blood pounding fear. His heart rammed against his rib cage, trying to break free, his stomach rolled within him and he could feel his eyes burning from unshed tears. Not tears of heartbreak or hurt, but from rage. White-hot, blinding rage. He knew then that he was about to go feral, become a blood-thirsty animal on a rampage for revenge, and in that moment, he didn't care. They had taken his mate and they would pay.Tossing back his head, he let out a loud roar of anger and extreme frustration, a sound that shook the atmosphere and caused it to tremble in fear, it was a sound that he knew they could hear and a sound that he knew they would understand.Family or not, they would pay for touching, taking and causing to bleed, what was his and they would pay dearly. He would see to that.Turning he allowed his shift to fully roll over his body and let his wolf to come out in full force. He could smell the scents of nature much more distinctly, the sounds of laughter coming from the homes of their neighbors that weren't watching the news. The sounds of tears, screams of shock and surprise coming from the homes of the neighbors who were watching the news. He would never understand humans. Most of them would rather escape into some drama on television, trying to figure out if Tina and Eric were ever going to get together, and forget that the real world even existed, while others would rather immerse themselves in the horrors of life and live their lives full of despair, horror and fear. Didn't they understand that there was a healthy medium?He pushed away thoughts of the silly humans around him and focused his energy on finding the only human he was concerned with saving. Putting his muzzle to the ground he picked up the scent of his mate, his father, his younger brother and his father's great grandson? What the hell was Agnistion doing here? His brother's grandson was barely past his twentieth summer. He'd only recently found his mate and he'd come to Earth with their father? With a low whine at the thought that he was going to have to kill his younger brother as well as his father, Joshua pressed forward and continued running, following the trail back the way that he only recently come. Turning the corner, ten miles away from his home with Traven, Joshua slowed down and lowered his body down to his belly.It wouldn't do him any good to rush right into the room, they were probably expecting that, he had to be smart about this. His mind made up, he shifted back to his human form, ignoring the chill that swept his limbs and his exposed genitals. He crept slowly towards the massive, sprawling lands that held the 3-story home that his family had been given for their stay on the planet. They had been extremely impressed with the respect they'd been shown by the American government when they'd first arrived…of course that was before the government told them that they were insane and should go away, that Earth was absolutely fine and nothing would go wrong. Joshua knew that they were probably kicking their own asses right now. As well as scrambling around and trying to figure out a way to deal with their current planetary disaster.Earth had gotten fed up with the wars, the murders, the intolerance, the hatred, the betrayals, the lies, the manipulations, the waste, the greed, the bigotry and the hypocrisy of her inhabitants and had finally decided to do something about it. She wasn't playing favorites either from what Joshua and his family had been able to discern. She was killing off young, old, black, white, Hispanic, Asian, indian, native American, latino, African, fat, thin, gay, straight, bisexual, man, woman, transgender. She was even killing off athiests, Buddhists, hindis, muslims, jews, catholics, Christians, wiccans…Joshua had noticed that the religious fanatics seemed to suffer the worst deaths, however, so maybe she was playing favorites just a little.No matter, though. As long as Earth was in a tizzy no one was safe. Joshua wasn't going to let Traven die because Earth was pissed off. He was going to save his mate from death by Earth. First he had to save him from his family. It was imperative that Joshua find him soon, because it was time for him to give Traven his nightly shot of Prinktakium juice.Stopping in his forward movement just outside of the perimeters of the house's outside lights, Joshua sighed. Traven would be beyond pissed off if he knew that Joshua had been slowly but surely dosing him with different juices and chemical serums to make sure that Traven's body would be able to survive in space and on Tumaro. There had never been a human on Tumaro and Joshua was aware that the atmosphere on his home planet was a whole lot cleaner, fresher than the atmosphere on Earth. Traven would suffocate from the fresh air, burn from the sun and his body would implode from the chemical differences in the air that surrounded Tumaro unless his body was adjusted properly.Joshua had taken it a step further. He didn't want Traven to just be able to survive on Tumaro, he wanted his mate to thrive on his home planet. So he'd consulted with friends of his and they'd helped him construct a number of serums and medications and vitamins that would make Traven younger, healthier and stronger, completely changing his genetic makeup. But Joshua had been told that he had to make sure that Traven took his prescribed doses at the same time every day and the exact amount that he was supposed to, otherwise they were uncertain of what would happen to his body. Joshua had exactly…he looked up to consult the placement of the moon, five minutes to get inside and get Traven before he'd have to rush them home and give Traven his shot of Prinktakium juice.Creepy softly but quickly around the building towards the back of the house, Joshua didn't smell the Zeta wolf shifter that followed behind him, his younger brother's mate, and so for that reason the attack completely took him unawares. As he fought for his life against the large massive man that had jumped him, his subconscious mind counted down the minutes and as he received one blow to the head too many, he knew that he would never be able to save his mate in time and that it was too late to save his mate.He could only hope that Traven wouldn't have too much of an adverse effect to not receiving his nightly shot.

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The Virgin Soldier's Kiss

Decided to get in on the "Sunday Snog" smexiness and decided that I'd put up a scene with First Sergeant Connor James Wilkins and Private Luke O'Malley from book one of the Virgin Special Forces series entitled The Alpha Team. So Enjoy!


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Luke trembled as his mind replayed the image of the assault rifle pointed at his face. What the hell had he been thinking? He was just a small town boy from Wallagrass, Maine. The city only had about 570 residents living there. What the hell was he thinking, joining the Army? He should have just stayed home and then taken over his father's antique shop that was right next to St. Joseph's Church and Soldier's Pond. Granted, it was kind of hard being one of the few out and proud gay boys in Wallagrass, but since he'd been born there, he didn't get hassled for it too much. He shoved his hands through his red hair, wincing at the lack of hair that he found. He missed his shoulder length hair. Whenever he got agitated he would twirl the strands of hair around his fingers. He couldn't do that now.

Luke felt his right foot shaking and tapping frantically on the floor as he waited for Connor...oops, First Sergeant Wilkins to come into the room. He knew that he wasn't supposed to sit in the chair until told that he could, he also knew that he wasn't supposed to be in the room until he was given permission, but Luke knew himself. He was on the verge of what his sister Amy called a "Major Lou Freakout," and he preferred to not do it out in the open.

Hearing the door swing open, Luke leaped from the chair and turned towards the door. His heart was pounding in his chest, his hands flew up in a gesture of surrender and he felt his eyebrows raise towards his hairline as his eyes widened.

"At ease O'Malley. No one's going to hurt you in my office," Connor...First Sergeant Wilkins said to him with a slight smirk. The small knot of tension that had formed in his chest exploded at the sight of that smirk. How dare Connor...yes, Connor, give him that look as if Luke was overreacting! He wasn't there! He hadn't seen the look on the guy's face as he held that gun on Luke. He didn't know how horrible, how traumatic it was! How DARE he?!

"Fuck you First Sergeant," Luke growled out as he moved on wooden legs towards the door that Connor stood in front of.

"What the hell did you say to me Private?" Connor asked, his eyebrows lowering as he frowned, his voice coming out in a menacing growl. Luke didn't give a shit. Let him toss an Article 15 at him. He was sick of him. He couldn't believe that he'd ever liked that asshole. That he'd wanted to give his virginity away to this man, this evil, twisted bastard.

"I said..." Luke said as he stepped closer to Connor. He looked up into the older man's startling blue eyes and ruthlessly shoved back the desire he had to throw himself into the other man's arms. He lifted his right hand, which only trembled slightly and pointed at his superior officer, not caring that he was about to land himself in a fuckton of shit. He knew that he was reacting out of shock, fear, and recklessness, but anger was in there as well. Anger at the now dead Iraqi man who'd held the gun to his face, anger at himself for having killed the man. Anger at Connor for making light of the situation. Anger at himself for letting Connor get to him. But more than that, anger at Connor for not caring more about him. He wasn't asking for much, he didn't think he was, all he wanted was for Connor to give a shit. "Fuck. You. First. Sergeant," Luke said, punctuating each word with a poke to the other man's chest.

He expected to be yelled at. He expected to be disciplined, to have a few Article 15's tossed at him. He even expected a dishonorable discharge. He did not expect the low rumbling growl that came out of Connor's mouth seconds before he grabbed Luke's face and lowered his mouth down on Luke's. Stunned by the force, the suddenness, and especially the reality of the kiss, it took Luke a second to respond back. Connor's kissing me? he thought. Holy fuck! Connor's kissing me!

Before long, Luke had opened his mouth to Connor's questing tongue, a moan emanating from his throat, his eyes sliding shut as he pressed his now rock hard erection against Connor's thigh. Not for the first time he wished that he were taller so that he could rub his hard cock against the erection he felt pressing into his stomach. His head swam from desire and from the lack of hair that his lungs were receiving and it didn't seem as if Connor had any plans on ending the kiss any time soon. Again, Luke didn't care, he'd go on kissing Connor until he died.

Just as soon as it had started, the kiss was over, as Connor tore his lips away from Luke's. Luke took a stumbling step back, wondering when his arms had wrapped themselves around Connor's neck. Dropping his arms, he was surprised when Connor's right hand shot out and grabbed his left arm and spinning Luke around, pulled him back against his chest. Luke trembled as he felt Connor's breath on his neck, seconds before he felt the small kiss on the right side of his neck and then the tiny bite where his neck met his shoulder.

"Get something straight right now Private. When...and I do mean, when, we finally fuck. I will be the one fucking you," Connor said before releasing Luke and pushing him away gently.


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A Very Tate Bundle

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So that's being given away there, but don't fret, while there's only one winner there, if you head over to:http://talesfromthewritingcave.blogsp... keep your eyes open you'll see a contest running there with a very different but equally as full "Very Tate Bundle" with some of the same things and some extra things.
Aren't I generous?I like to think so.So go and comment and be entered into the drawing/contest and be sure to leave your email so you can be contacted.
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Earth 2408: Prequel to The Alpha King Part III

Traven watched Joshua leave as if the hounds of hell were on his heels. Shaking his head at the fact that his man had gotten so distracted by making love to him that he'd forgotten about his nightly run, he began to straighten up the coffee table and the cushions on the sofa. He blushed when he noticed some of his come on the edge of the coffee table and the floor. How the hell did it get there? Sighing in frustration and feeling his face burn red in embarrassment, he went into the kitchen to grab some paper towels and some Pine-Sol and set about cleaning the wooden coffee table and scrubbing the wooden floors in front of it.
Traven felt his mind wander as he cleaned. He didn't know why Joshua's nightly runs were so important to the other man. He only knew that it was. Joshua was apparently very passionate about staying in shape and after all of these years it was only just now starting to bother him. Why couldn't Joshua run in the morning like other people? Why did he only run at night, when it was really dark and no one could really see him? That was dangerous. Ignoring the prickle at the back of his neck, Traven pushed away the sudden thought that perhaps Joshua was cheating on him.
"That's ridiculous," he said, his voice starling him in the stillness of the house. Sitting back on his heels, he looked around the home that he shared with the very man that he was beginning to suspect of being unfaithful. The living room had a large fireplace on one side, with a granite face and a maple wood mantle that was covered with pictures of the two men in different stages of their relationship. In front of the fireplace there was a large, black bear skin rug. Traven shook his head as he remembered the day that Joshua had brought the rug into the house. He'd held up the rug to Traven's shocked gaze and had grinned broadly.
"Look what I got!" he'd stated proudly. Traven had merely shook his head and directed Joshua on where to put it. He'd smiled affectionately at his man when Joshua had stood back and looked at the rug as if he were the mighty animal that had hunted it down. They'd made love on the rug that night. It was the first night that he could ever remember hearing Joshua growl. That had been two years ago.
Turning his head Traven let his eyes take in the rest of the room. The large, 64-inch, flat screen plasma television that was mounted up on the wall above the bar. The maple wood coffee table which held their magazine subscriptions to Out, Advocate, Field and Stream, Outdoor Life, TIME, People, and Playgirl. He looked at the wooden floors, the dark blue seating furniture that surrounded the room. Turning his head to the left towards the kitchen, Traven debated whether or not he should take a shower and then get dinner ready or if he should wait for Joshua to get back from his run and then shower with him.
Smiling almost lecherously, he decided to wait until his man got back and stood up from the floor and walked into the kitchen. He fought with himself internally as he struggled not to look out the window towards the place where he knew that the spaceship sat. What did the aliens really want? He didn't believe that they were only there to help the humans improve Earth. There was something else going on here.
Opening the refrigerator, he smiled at the picture of him and Joshua in New Orleans. That had been a crazy night. They'd ventured into the French Quarter and gone to a nightclub called Lafitte's. It had apparently been a special night because the bar which was purported to be for gay men exclusively was filled with screaming, drinking women. Joshua had walked up to one of the women and asked what was going on, he was told that they were all in the city for a gay romance readers and writers retreat. Joshua had come back and relayed the information to Traven and as the two men looked on they'd found themselves chuckling at some of the women's antics and also very interested in what kind of books were out there that catered to the gay community. When some of the women had invited them to join them in doing body shots off of the go-go boys, they had both chosen not to. Traven had only done so because of the menacing growl he'd heard rumbling up from Joshua's chest. They had both just chosen to watch as woman after woman licked the dancing boys, grabbing their asses and shoving bills in their g-strings. Of course one of the best times of the night was when they'd been able to talk to some of the authors who, through a drunken haze, had told them all about their books and where they could be found online. They'd both immediately gone online as soon as they got back to their hotel and had looked up books in the gay genre. They'd both become instantly hooked to the books. He wondered if the group would be having another event. It sounded like a blast. He'd have to ask Joshua what the name of the conference…retreat was. Something like Gay Rom….
Pulling out the bottle of apple juice with his name on it, Traven smiled in fondness. His partner was very attentive. He constantly made smoothies for Traven, filled with vitamins to help keep him healthy. Joshua even made food for Traven and had gotten him on a very strict daily vitamin intake. He had originally been offended that Joshua felt that he needed to take vitamins and drink more juice and eat more vegetables, but it was almost as if he could feel his body becoming stronger, becoming more fit. His hair wasn't graying as it should have been. If he didn't know better, he'd think that the vitamins that Joshua was giving him were actually making him younger rather than older.
Pouring a glass full of the apple juice, Traven opted not to put the juice back into the refrigerator, instead placing the jug on the counter. Lifting the glass to his lips, he took a large gulp of the liquid and felt his parched throat almost sigh in relief from the hydration. Lowering the glass, he sighed and glanced over at the clock on the stove. Joshua hadn't been gone that long, but it seemed as if he'd been gone forever. Rubbing at the back of his neck and sighing in frustration at his own "desperate and depressed without her man" damsel in distress attitude, Traven lifted the glass to his lips again when he heard the pounding on the door. Turning towards the door in shock, he placed the glass on the counter and opened the hidden drawer underneath the counter. Joshua had told the contractor to put the drawer there and had told Traven that he was hiding a gun there for him to use whenever he needed it. Traven hadn't understood why in the world he'd need a gun in Auburndale, but he hadn't questioned Joshua about it, he'd merely nodded and told himself that he would never need to grab the gun.
"I need to start asking more fucking questions," he mumbled to himself as he grabbed the gun and started to walk towards the door. "Who is it?" he called out as he stopped in front of the door. Their house was located right off of Berkeley Road and Saddle Creek Road, they were not exactly in the middle of town and their house was set back closer to the woods. So anyone that was there, was there with a purpose, and Traven had no idea what that purpose could be.
"We're looking for Joshua Roughshire," the dark, menacing voice of the uninvited stranger on the other side of the door floated through the wooden door and clutched Traven's heart. He didn't know why this man made him so nervous, why he didn't want to open the door to him, but he absolutely had no plans to open the door for this man.
"He's not here right now. Come back in the morning," Traven yelled towards the door as he took a few steps back, his eyes trained on the door. The sound of the local news station breaking into the middle of a program, momentarily distracted him and he turned towards the television screen, his eyes widening in shock.
"The Queen of England had sent up a distress call to the world leaders only moments after the grounds surrounding the palace opened and seemed to almost pull in cars and pedestrians that walked outside. Over the last few days there have been a number of strange deaths ranging in hundreds of people dying from sinkholes opening under schools, churches, auditoriums and sports stadiums. Earthquakes happening in places where earthquakes have never occurred before and seemingly healthy and firmly planted trees, abruptly falling on top of homes and killing entire families. The President of the United States had just received the call when he was told that a tornado had appeared in California and had taken out half of the state," the reporter stated, the black woman's eyes filled with tears. Traven's left hand flew up to cover his mouth as he felt his eyes widen in shock. What the hell was going on? It was like the Earth was turning on the humans and killing them off in droves. Traven watched as the reporter put a hand up to her ear to hear a word from her producer before she gasped and gave a small cry in dismay. Moving on wooden legs Traven stepped closer to the television, the next words causing him to sink to his knees in horror. "We've just been informed that the entire state of Texas has been wiped out. A massive tidal wave…a tsunami has hit the state and while we are not yet completely sure at this moment, it seems as though the entire state was affected and that buildings, cars, houses, schools…every building and living creature has been wiped out…" Traven watched as the reporter lifted her eyes to stare directly into the camera, "There are no survivors as far as we can see. Texas is no more."
Pushing away from the television and crawling backwards to the couch, Traven pulled his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around his bent knees. What the hell was going on? What was happening? And where the fuck was Joshua? He needed Joshua.
When the front door splintered open by the massive force of it being run into, Traven screamed and scrambled for the gun that he'd left in front of the television. He never made it. The hulking mass of man that wrapped his arms around him prevented him from getting away. He squirmed and fought against the man's hold, desperately grabbing onto the counter of the bar, grabbing the television and pulling it down, all to no avail. He felt the room spin around as he was jerked towards the source of the earlier voice.
"You are Traven Versuthion? Joshua's mate?" the man asked, his blue eyes looking amazingly similar to Joshua's. Traven felt himself being calmed slightly as he man stared at him, how the hell was the other man doing that?
"I don't know about his mate, but I'm his partner yes," Traven heard himself answer. The other man nodded, looking almost sad as he nodded to the other man.
"I'm afraid that you're going to have to come with us. Joshua will know where you are and he will no doubt come and rescue you. It is imperative, however, that he come to us soon. Your planet and your people are doomed. They did not heed our words, they did not accept our assistance and for that they will experience a destruction so profound that they will cease to exist," the other man explained to Traven as he led the way out of the door, ignoring Traven's screams and pleas to his neighbors to save him.
"SILENCE!" the other man bellowed and Traven shut up immediately, instantly afraid of this man whose eyes now flashed fire. The man was broader than Joshua, though their skin tone was similar, they both had black hair and both seemed to barely be holding back some almost fierce animal inside of them. Which was absolutely ridiculous…right?
"We are going to save your life by kidnapping you and forcing Joshua to reveal all to you. Your body has already changed. Even now you will be able to survive living on another planet, but if you want to live…we must go now."
Traven opened his mouth to protest when he saw the other man nod to the large mountain of a man who held him and then he knew nothing at all.

Earth 2408: Prequel to The Alpha King Part II

Joshua looked over at Traven where the other man sat smilingat the television screen. They were watching another one of Traven's shows. Somegay soap opera about a boy who didn't know he was adopted and then finds out heis and then starts dating his adopted brother. Joshua sighed mentally whenTraven laughed, he would never fully understand humans and their almost unquenchableneed for drama, gossip, violence and sex. Quirking an eyebrow, Joshua settled alittle deeper into the cushions of the sofa. Okay, he could understand the needand fascination for violence and sex, on his planet the two oftentimes wenthand in hand, but he would still never understand their crazed desire for moredrama and more gossip. Even if he was slightly curious about how Mark wouldreact when he found out that Anthony had slept with his best friend Ronald twodays before he slept with him."Ugh! I knew it!" Traven said in disgust as the show endedwith Mark and Anthony kissing. Joshua grinned as he watched Traven toss theremote in disgust towards the coffee table before sitting back and crossing hisarms in disgust. "Anthony always manages to find some kind of way to divertMark's attention when the truth is about to come out about him and Ronald! Imean, how many chances does one man get? How many times is he going to skateunderneath the radar and escape the guillotine?" Traven asked, turning his headto look at Joshua.Having spent years with Traven and having lived almost theexact same scene again and again, Joshua knew exactly what his response to thatquestion was supposed to be. "Don't worry baby, the truth is going to come outsoon and then Mark will know all about Anthony and Ronald," he said with anaffectionate pat on Traven's arm. He watched as Traven's eyes softened and hesmiled gently at him."You're right of course. Thanks honey. You talked me downoff the ledge…again," Traven teased before rising off of the couch andstretching. Joshua watched as the Traven's gorgeous golden honeyed skin wasdisplayed before his very eyes and growled low in his throat. Traven droppedhis arms and bent over to grab his ankles, his ass presented to Joshua's hungrygaze and Joshua felt his mouth fill with saliva at the thought of burying hisface in his man's ass."I love it when you growl at me baby, but are you whining?"Traven asked as he slowly stood to his full height and turned around.Joshua looked up and swallowed hard. He had to get ahold ofhimself. He absolutely could not let himself shift in front of Traven. Theother man had had a major panic attack when he found out about "aliens" andbeings on other planets, he'd probably have a massive heart attack if he foundout that the man he loved, his partner, the man that he'd pledged himself towas not only from another planet as well, but was also a wolf shifter. Travenwould probably dump him, and since Traven didn't know about wolf shifters, healso didn't know about mates, and the bond that they shared. That they werecreated to be together, destined to be together for all eternity. It was apowerful commitment, to pledge your life to someone forever, to know that thatperson is perfect for you because fate had created you to be, it was acommitment that humans made to each other and then broke quite often. But onethat wolf shifters, Tumarons they were called, like him never broke. Traven wasJoshua's mate and Joshua had been lying to him since the day they met.But it was a lie that he would take with him into forever ifhe had to, because he wasn't going to give Traven up. Not for anything in the world."Maybe," was all he said as he leaned forward and pulleddown the grey basketball shorts that Traven wore. He smiled when he saw thatthe other man wasn't wearing any underwear. Reaching up, he jerked on thecollar of Traven's black t-shirt and pulled the smaller man down to him untiltheir noses touched. "You complaining?" he growled, letting Traven hear therumble in his throat since he knew that it turned the other man on."N-no," Traven panted out and Joshua gave him a wolfish grinbefore he ripped Traven's shirt off of him."Dammit Josh! You keep ripping up my shirts!" Traven gaspedout and then squealed when Joshua turned him around and pushed him over roughlyuntil his hands rested on the floor."I'll buy you more," was Joshua's response before he leanedforward and with a deep inhale plunged his face in between the firm globes ofTraven's ass. Sniffing and nuzzling, Joshua took a moment to allow the smell ofTraven to permeate his senses, to let the human's scent cover him and then witha groan he lifted his hands up and spread apart the cheeks of Traven's ass.Sticking out his tongue he licked around the puckered entrance of his unclaimedmate's ass and then plunged his tongue inside."Oh shit!" Traven yelled out, throwing his hands out to grabthe edge of the coffee table and spreading his legs apart wider, arching hisback and fucking himself on Joshua's tongue.Joshua wrapped one arm around Traven's waist and smacked hisright ass cheek hard. He smiled as Traven groaned before he smacked his assagain."Fuck yeah," Traven moaned out, purring low in his throat.Hearing the noise that he'd been waiting for, Joshua pulled his tongue out ofTraven's ass with a final long swipe of his tongue, he pulled his own pair ofblack basketball pants down to his knees and tapped Traven's hip. He grinned ashe heard Traven hiss before he stood to his full height and on shaky legswalked over to the end table and grabbed the bottle of lube from the drawer.Without a word and knowing exactly what Traven needed,Joshua slid down further on the sofa and waited for Traven to pour the lubeover his cock. Joshua knew that he didn't really need the lube, Tumaron wolvesreleased enough lubrication from the head of their cocks and their shafts toease even the tightest of holes, but Traven didn't know that Joshua was a wolfso, Joshua put the lube on his cock to ease Traven's mind.Joshua groaned as he felt the head of his cock pop into thetight muscle of Traven's ass. There was nothing in the world like being buriedinside of his mate. Grabbing his man's hips, Joshua lifted his own and joinedTraven's own moan with his as he sank inside of the other man fully."Fuck you feel good baby," he moaned and felt Traven shiverin his arms."This is going to be fast baby. Fast and hard," he warnedthe smaller man and chuckled when Traven did nothing more than nod. Joshua knewthat sometimes Traven wanted it hard and fast and it usually coincidedbeautifully with those moments that he wanted it hard and fast. Another signthat they were perfect together.After a few slow, deep thrusts, Joshua lifted Traven up andheld him almost up off of the ground with only his hands on his waist and beganto piston and ram his cock up into the other man's ass."Yes, yes, yes!" Traven practically yelled out. Joshua coulddo nothing but moan in return and within a few thrusts he knew he was about tocome, leaning forward slightly, he bit Traven's back. Not hard enough to breakskin and not with his fangs, because that would be marking the man as his mateand Traven didn't even know what he was. He did however bit the other man hardenough to cause him to orgasm.Feeling the muscles of Traven's ass squeeze his cock, Joshuafollowed him over the edge and headlong into his own orgasm. Pulling Travendown hard on his still twitching cock, Joshua wrapped his arms around thesmaller man tightly, kissing on Traven's neck with love and gentleness.It wasn't long before both men began to stir and Joshua felthis cock softening inside of Traven. They both moaned simultaneously whenTraven stood to his feet and Joshua's cock slid free of the other man's ass.Joshua sighed and leaned back against the back of the sofa, content to sit inhis sweat and the liquid remains of his shared passion with Traven. He was justabout to suggest to Traven that he come and join him for a nap before dinner,when the other man spoke up."Aren't you going for a run?" Traven asked as he picked uphis shorts and pulled them on. He turned and quirked an eyebrow at Joshua."What?" Joshua asked dazedly. When had Traven become soheart-stoppingly beautiful? Joshua was amazed that he wanted the other managain so soon, but want him he did."This is usually the time when you leave and go for a runand then you come back and shower and we have dinner and then you-" Traven'swords were cut off when Joshua leapt to his feet.He was going to be late for his rendezvous if he didn'tleave right then. Pulling up his shorts and grabbing his keys and wallet off ofthe table, Joshua leaned forward and kissed Traven's lips quickly beforeturning to stride towards the front door."You're right. I'm just going to go for a quick run and I'llbe back later," he tossed over his shoulder before he raced out of the room,like the hounds of hell were on his heels. He could only hope that he got therein time. Before they decided to come looking for him and found Traven at thehouse and revealed his true identity to the man he was dangerously in lovewith.

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