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ADVENT CALENDAR -- Day Nine -- Jason/Bax (part two)

"He’s lost his mind, Gramps. Like lost it." Andy drove hard, going too fast, smoke pouring out of his cigarette like a chimney. He sucked. So hard. He’d just been…

Damn it.

"What happened?"

"He threw the Christmas tree."

"Ah." Like Coke could possibly fucking understand from that sentence. Goddamn it. "You want us to come out that direction? We could be there in… nine hours, give or take."

"No. No, man. I just… I was an asshole. I know I was. I’m just… It’s never going to get better."

"No. And if you can’t deal with that, then you got to say so."

"I deal. I deal just fine. I love him, you asshole! It’s just hard, putting all the shit up when he can’t see it!"

"So? Don’t. If you don’t like it and he can’t see it."

"It’s Christmas!" He was going to lose his shit. "Fuck off! We need Christmas!"

"Well, then…"

He just slammed the phone down, banging his hands down on the steering wheel and screaming, over and over.

Why the fuck did Jase have to dream about the tree? Why couldn’t the man see him?

ADVENT CALENDAR -- Day Eight -- Jason/Bax (part one)

"Shit, dude, the lights on the tree are wonky. You’re fucking with me, I know it." He’d dreamed about the tree last night and it had been clear as a bell. 

Well, except for the whole the tree was playing Freebird on a flaming electric guitar. That part had been…odd.

"The lights are fine." There was a familiar stubborn note in Bax’s voice, flat and hard.

"No, they’re not." He could be stubborn, too.

"Look, asshole, if you want them changed, you do it. I’m tired of doing all this shit on my own so that no one but me gets to see it." Jason heard Bax’s teeth click together hard, like the man was biting the words back, but there wasn’t any taking it back, not a bit. "Jase, I…" 

"Don’t. Just go away, man. Get in your truck and go to Hell." Because he couldn’t.

"Tiny, I’m sor…"

"GET OUT!" He screamed the words, grabbed the poky needles of the tree and pulled, the sounds of things breaking satisfying as fuck.

"You selfish bastard." The words were just breathed and then the door slammed shut, leaving Jason alone with all the shattered holiday shit.

ADVENT CALENDAR -- Day Seven -- Bartholome and Rene

Rene looked at his mate, who was sleeping on the divan, long old legs dangling in front of the fire, fine erection making a tent. 

Silly Barthe, having a fire when the world was warm, just because it was the holidays. Silly mate, drinking of the green fairy and having dreams that slid down his spine, too.

His tail wagged, moving slowly side-to-side, before he pounced and landing in the center of all that mess. 

He’d waited enough for a hundred wolves. He was ready to chase the moon and be hunted.

ADVENT CALENDAR -- Day Six -- Beau and Sam

"Cher? Cher, ou est le sapin?" Sammy's voice came ringing out, loud and sure and good enough it made Beau stop and blink.

"The Christmas tree? I was waiting on you, baby. To help me pull it out. It’ll be a two-man job." He nodded over. "You have a good afternoon with Landon?" 

"Mo bien, mesi." Sammy kept jabbering at him, ninety percent of the words in patois and Beau wasn’t sure what to do with that. 

"Baby, you hit your head or something?" Were you out riding?

"No." Sam stopped, closed his eyes. "Talking over Landon and the words worked for Cajun. New brain spots, yeah?"

"Well, I’ll be. Yeah, just like you can sing without stressing." He had to grin. Doc always just told him that the brain was a magical thing and to take what he got and be grateful. "Talk away, then. I got me enough of the old words to follow along."

Sam came to him, grinning. "Mo lame twa."

"Oh, I love you, too, baby. 

It was like a Christmas miracle, Sammy’s voice filling their house, that happiness just chasing him like a song.

ADVENT CALENDAR -- Day Five -- Sebastian and Markus

The Christmas lights were all white and the entire house glowed with it. Sebastian sat on a deck chair, looking. 

It was okay.

Sophisticated. Pretty. Sparkly.

White.

Still, the whole house was done and it was okay.

The curtains from the studio opened and Markus was standing there, stringing colored lights all through the room, the reds and purples and blues seeming to dance, laugh, reminding him of his maman, of her laugh. 

Sebastian watched until Markus was done, until he got a grin through the window and a guitar was hefted, the offer clear.

Oh.

Time to play.

"O Holy Night" drew him right in through the door.

ADVENT CALENDAR -- Day Four -- Gus and Sam

"Turn it off."

Gus looked at him like he was a fucking psychopath. "Huh?"

"The music. Turn. It. Off." Sam was already starting to twitch and jerk, his body remembering years of dancing, of choreography.

The expression on Gus’ face was utterly confused for a second, then he stared at the computer and a slow, lazy smile crossed the lupine face. "Oh. You gonna leap and jump for me, Puss?"

"I’m going to beat you, that’s what I’m going to do."

Gus’ grin just got bigger. "Uh-huh. Wow, big man, threatening a poor defenseless wolf."

"A poor defenseless wolf that needs to change the song before the Danse Chinoise starts." 

"Oh, I bet you’d make a cute little mushroom."

Sam was fairly sure Gus was on the floor and the music was off before he knew what hit him.

ADVENT CALENDAR -- Day Three -- Galen and Shane

"Galen? Galen, where the fuck is the wasp spray?"

Shane came stumbling in, glaring, covered in… Oh, dude. "Find a nest, darlin’?"

"Don’t make me hurt you. I was getting the decorations down. It was like being attacked by a million pissed of…" Shane stopped, shrugged. "It was just like it was! Angry stinging things!"

Yeah, and there was some swelling like whoa.

Like Jesus Christ Shane’s left eye just disappeared. Creepy.

"Tell you what, I’ll get you a Benedryl and a beer and I’ll call Rick. He’ll spray. You need to…" Deflate. "…plan where the tree is going to go."

"Same place it always goes. In front of the window." Shane let Galen walk him back to the tub, get him stripped and medicated and soaking, still fussing about how the wasps built nests in the creche and that if those little flying fucks stung the baby Jesus Shane was going to go nuclear.

Galen waited until the ranting turned into a dozy version of Rudolph the Horny Reindeer, then he went to call Rick and then look up wasp stings on Google. Maybe they should just go up to the Walmart and buy a bunch of palm tree lights for the deck... 

ADVENT CALENDAR -- Day Two -- MJ and Sonny NSFW

"Precious?"

MJ arched an eyebrow, peered over at Sonny who was sitting on the deck, baking in the sun. "Hmm?"

"The romance is gone. You haven’t tried to shoot me in well over a month."

MJ frowned, adjusted his sunglasses. "I bought you an Impala."

"Uh-huh. And that sweet cherry Thunderbird, but still…"

"I’m not ass-fucking you with my piece, Sunshine. If you’re bored, we’ll dock somewhere and buy tinsel. You can decorate the fucking boat." It was a reasonable compromise. Sonny always got a little weird around the holidays. Inherent Christian guilt or something. 

"Can I tattoo a Christmas tree on your dick?"

He thought about it. "No."

"Dream killer."

"That’s me. I will let you tattoo a star."

"On your dick?"

He nodded. "Means I can’t fuck you ’til it heals."

"You can bottom. It’ll be incentive." Sonny hopped up, all grins. "I’ll get everything ready, then we’ll dock and make with the jingle bells."

MJ rolled his eyes, but nodded. "Fa la fucking la."

ADVENT CALENDAR -- Day One -- Coke and Dillon

I have to tell y’all, I couldn’t make my living doing this without my readers and I give thanks for you every day. 

Here’s my gift for y’all. 31 days of holidays with my boys. 

***

Day One

for TA

Coke looked at the roof, at the way it tilted to the left. 

Huh. That couldn’t be good 

He sighed and looked over at Miss Georgia, lips twisting a little bit. "Well, ma’am. That storm did a number, she did."

"Is it fixable?"

"Oh, darlin’, everything’s fixable, especially near Christmastime. Let me crawl on up there and give her a look see." 

She nodded, cotton candy hair bobbing. "I’ll make you some cookies."

"That’d be a kindness." He headed to the barn to get a ladder, grabbing his phone as he did. "Hey, cowboy. I got to be here a bit."

"Don’t get on the roof." Dillon’s voice was clipped as fuck.

"What?" He blushed hot, his cheeks just burning. 

"I know you. You’re going for the fucking roof. I’ve already called Allan. He’s heading there now to work on the roof."

"But…" That was a touch eerie.

"I mean it, Coke. No roof. I hear from Allan that you’re on the ladder and there will be no blow jobs, no hand jobs. Nothing. No. Booty."

Oh. Ow.

"That’s cheating."

"You know it. Go have cookies and coffee and then come home. I need help putting up lights."

Coke had to grin — he had to. It was a good thing, to love and be loved beyond all things, even if it irritated the living fuck out of him. "I’ll be home in an hour or so, then."

"Good. Remember, I can see her roof from the porch."

Coke was laughing hard as he hung up the phone. Lord have mercy on old cowboys and clowns.

Guest Blog -- Elizabeth Brooks

Character Kinks

Many of my characters have a little kink to them. It not only adds some interest and character depth, but it keeps things interesting for me while I'm writing the sex scenes. There are only so many generic tab-A-slot-B sex scenes an author can stand to write, you know!

Craig and Jesse (Assumption of Desire) have a little spanking thing going on. Jamie and Casey from "Dead on Her Feet" like to do it in semi-public places where they might get caught. An early incarnation of Safe Harbor's Rafe had a wicked fingernail fetish, though that one didn't make it to publication.

In my new release, Foxfur, one of my main characters surprised me with a new one, for me: Cheng loves performing bathing service. He likes scrubbing his clients clean, caring for their hair, and then massaging scented oils into their skin -- and he especially likes taking advantage of their   His secret dream, in fact, is to earn his freedom and set up his own bathhouse in the capital city, where he grew up.

Find out more in my new release, Foxfur, available from Torquere Press (http://www.torquerebooks.com) now!

Pleasure-slave Cheng takes no particular note of the red-haired woman when she purchases his services. But the morning after her departure, Cheng is taken into custody by the Emperor's own guards and brought before one of the rare and terrifying Chained Mages. Already frightened and confused, things go from bad to worse for Cheng when the mage reveals the demonic nature of the red-haired woman. Now not only Cheng's life, but the lives of everyone around him, depend on their finding the fox-demon as soon as possible.

As a Chained Mage, Jin is at best feared, and at worst, despised. But he can't allow his personal feelings to interfere with his mission, not even when his admiration for the slave deepens. In fact, Jin's love may result in a disaster. The fox-demon has placed a spell in Cheng, a spell designed to turn his sexual energy to a murderous ends, endangering himself and everyone around him. And worst of all, they're not the only hunters on the fox-demon's trail!

Bio:

Masquerading by day as an uptight corporate cog, Elizabeth spends her nights concocting gleefully smutty stories. She writes erotic romances for a wide span of worlds, genres, and orientations, and is also a senior editor for Torquere Press. When she's not writing or editing, she loves a wide range of generally nerdy hobbies, including reading, photography, tabletop games, geeky yarncraft, and silly smartphone games. You can find her online at http://EveryWorldNeedsLove.blogspot.com or on Facebook at http://www.facebook.com/EveryWorldNeedsLove.