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December 6, 2012
Frosty Fiction, Day 6: Bax and Jason
“Goddamn it, Mini! Are you trying to kill yourself?” Bax was about to boil over. Jason had been out there with an axe, trying to trim branches off their Christmas tree.
“No. If I was doin’ that, I’d be whacking at my legs and shit.” Jason’s eyes rolled, searching for him. “I didn’t hit an artery, did I?”
“No. No, but you were headin’ that way.” Bax took the axe, glad Mini didn’t make him wrestle for it.
“I was helping.” Oh, there was pouting involved now, full-on. Shit, marthy, that was cute as fuck.
Bax manfully fought the urge to kiss that lower lip where it stuck out. “How did you even find the axe, Mini?”
“It was in the toolshed.”
“So, what, you wandered around calling for it?"
“Nope. I wandered around feeling for it.” Jase just grinned like a monkey. “I moved the rakes.”
“Good to know. I ain’t blind, but I might just kill myself on them.”
“Don’t be pissy, Bax. This is the only way I’ll get to see the tree this year. Once the glass shit is on it, no one will want me touching it.”
Well, shit. He’d not thought of that. He had a bunch of stuff of his momma’s, and Brenda had sent a box for Jason...
“We could hang the glass stuff off the garland on the big wall. Do the tree up in stuff for you.”
Jason shrugged, cheeks pinking. “I don’t want to be no problem.”
“Why would it be a problem? This is our place, not your momma’s or mine.”
“It’d make things a little easier, to not have to worry about knocking into the tree.”
“Well, then, we’ll do that.” He forgot, sometimes, that Mini couldn’t see. Jase got around so much easier every day. It sucked, not to see the twinkly lights and pretty wrapping paper and all.
“Okay.” Jason sighed. “How ‘m I supposed to buy you a present, cowboy?”
“You think I need anything? Hell, tell Missy to take you to buy me new Wranglers.” He hooked an arm around Jason’s waist, hating that defeated fucking look, hating God and the job and the world with all his soul, for mucking up the man he loved. “You know my size. Intimately.”
“I know all about you.” That grin went all goofy and Andy knew he’d gone and done something good and that loosened up that acid in his heart. “Intimately.”
“There you go. All I want for Christmas I got.”
It wasn’t true. He wanted Jason’s sight back. Now, but both of them knew it, so neither of them said it.
Weren’t neither of them young enough to believe in Santa and shit. They just had to believe in each other.
That was enough.
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*sniffles*
Much love,
BA
December 5, 2012
What She Wants and Ink Out Today!
Calleigh and Adrian have always had an open marriage. Adrian being on the road all the time has made it easy for them to have separate lives, but neither of them acted on their agreement to see other people until Adrian met fellow Aussie and force of nature, Packer Stevens.
Now Packer and Adrian are always together, and Calleigh is left at home, missing her man. When Calleigh decides she’s not going to let Adrian go without a fight, she comes up with what she thinks is the perfect plan. She hits the spa, and the gym, and sets out to find her inner buckle bunny, intent on getting her bullrider back, and maybe on impressing Packer a little, too. She heads out on the road, ready to fight for her husband.
What Calleigh doesn’t understand is that her plan will be wildly successful, and also the hardest thing she’s ever done in her life. Packer is more than willing to play, but he’s as complicated as Calleigh is emotional. As much as he loves Calleigh and Packer, and the sexy games they play, Adrian has to try to set things right, but can he find a way to give Calleigh what she wants, and make everyone else happy at the same time?
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Tattooed men are sexy, right? That’s the premise of the eight tales in the Ink anthology.
Victoria Sloane opens with The Frayed Line, the story of Dan, who daydreams about the black line on Jonah’s back until he finds out what’s underneath the ink. Sinner's Star by Elizabeth Brooks is the story of ex-con Dope, who discovers his best friend Rat isn't dead after all, but Rat has a new tattoo, a .45, and a grudge against Dope!
Katherine Halle brings us Kelly, who fantasizes about licking Dwayne's tattoos, and just might get his chance in Come Fly With Me. In Dragon by D.K. Jernigan, bartender Travis is haunted by a sexy man with a magnificent dragon tattoo. Now Travis just has to find him. Mychael Black's Detective Kris Winters is also looking for a man with a very special tattoo in Secrets.
In Pounding Skin by Emily Moreton, Mal's tattoo should confirm his commitment to the army. To his shock, it has far more impact on his life. In Simple Instructions by Zoe Trope & Brendan Adkins, Finn accepts an internship at a large law firm, and loves his position at the hands of Robert, a demanding, tattooed lawyer. Finally, in BA Tortuga’s Tramp Stamp, what's a vamp to do when he has a tattoo he can't get rid of? Read the Ink anthology to find out!
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Frosty Fiction, Day 5: Sonny and MJ
“We’re docking for Christmas, not playing hide the sausage.”
“No, I’m not in the sausage-hiding mode right now, but thanks for the offer.” MJ patted his ass. “Step down.”
“Down how far?” He’d damned near broken his ankle stepping off the boat, MJ having neglected to tell him they were at a plank, not a dock...
“There’s two steps. You and your weak fucking ankles...”
“I never had ankle problems until I hooked up with an eco-terrorist in North Carolina.”
“You have to watch out for them; they’re assholes. Trigger-happy, too.”
“I know. Blowing shit up.” Sonny nodded, stepping down carefully.
A set of keys was pressed into his hand, the blindfold removed. “You forgot Ding Dong stealing.”
“Well, I bought the Ding Dongs for you.” Sonny stared at the 1970 Plymouth Hemi-Cuda. Red with black racing stripes. Christ. The last time he’d seen one at auction it had been half this good and it had gone for a cool two million.
“Merry Christmas, Sunshine.” MJ’s fingers traced a circle in the small of his back.
“Holy shit, Precious.” MJ had bought him maybe fifteen muscle cars over the years, from Camaros to Chargers, but this was like the Holy Grail. “Uh, what do you want for Christmas this year?”
“Well, I figure the Mustang got me blowjobs...this is vastly better.”
“Oh, so no blowjob, huh?” He walked over to the car, running his hand over the shiny hood.
MJ leaned, all smiles and laughing eyes. “You like it?”
“Yeah. Yeah, Precious. I like it enough to let you do me in the backseat. Got lube?”
“I do. First, though, I want you to drive.”
Sonny grinned, the expression stretching his cheeks until they hurt. “Think they got enough road on this rock for me to get up to speed?”
“I do.” MJ came right up close. “I think that the local federales also have instructions to leave a certain redneck alone, too.”
“No shit?” Oh, now, that was the best Christmas present ever. Permission to speed. He bent and took that smiling mouth with his, the kiss going nuclear fast.
He was going to have to buy a case of Ding Dong flavored lube for his.
Either that or buy a boat for MJ to blow up.
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I'm picking this week's winners on Friday!
Much love, y'all.
BA
December 4, 2012
Frosty Fiction, Day 4: Lily and Marc
She looked at the EPT stick in her hand, shaking her head.
They'd only been married three months. She was on the pill. They didn't need a baby.
A tiny voice at the back of her head whispered, "The last time Granny visited you she promised twins."
"Oh, shut up."
"Lady? Honey? Lily? You okay?"
"Uh-huh." The tears started then, pouring down her cheeks and she fought the sobs, knowing that her lover, her soul mate, her lion would know, would just need the slightest clue to...
The bathroom door opened, Marc standing there, looking like he was storming a beach somewhere. "What is wrong? What is it? Are you sick? Are you?"
His eyes landed on the pregnancy test in her hand, the positive sign almost glowing. "Lily? Is it true?"
"Merry Christmas?"
His smile, even through her tears, let her know that yes, yes it was.
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Babies!
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BA
December 3, 2012
Writing Contemporary Western Menage, or why it took my 3 years to write What She Wants...
Julia dared me, a few years ago now, to write a western contemporary menage that made sense to her.
Now, I'm a fan of menage books -- in fact, I read them sort of voraciously. I love the werewolves, the were kitties, the contemporaries. I've got a huge collection and I enjoy them.
Julia, though, the western contemporaries bothered her.
"I want one that I buy, baby," she told me. "I want one where I can go, okay, yeah. Those two cowboys would share each other and some incredibly patient girl. I want you to write it for me."
I know a lot of cowboys. Rednecks? Rednecks play fast and loose with the rules, but cowboys are harder, cowboys have a code, rules. Y'all, I actually discussed this with my daddy and my brother. OMG, the awkward.
Finally, though, I did it and once the thought was out there? Let me tell you, Adrian and Packer were happy to oblige, and Calleigh? Well, this woman knows her own mind, that's for sure...
So, I got the concept pretty quick. What if there was this couple in an open relationship and the wife decided she was tired of waiting for her husband to come home to her? What if she wanted to play with him and his 'traveling partner', too.
Boom.
So I wrote.
And wrote.
And wrote.
And about 10K from the end, the file corrupted.
The backup corrupted.
I ended up with the first, oh, 8,000 words recoverable?
So, Calleigh and the Aussies went in a box while I licked my writerly wounds. And lord, I did. God help you if you asked me where they were, how they were doing, because I'd just burst into tears.
Then one day I thought about them and didn't cry.
That's the day they went on the writing board.
What's the writing board, you ask?
It's the whiteboard in the office where Julia and I pretend to keep track of things. (What She Wants isn't on this one because it was in editing already. For the record, (looks at the current board) it doesn't look like this anymore...the ink story is done, Julia's current square has stuff in it and my NEEDED square is, like, totally got 6 projects in it... O.o
It lingered for a few months, then I opened the file.
Cried.
Closed it, BUT I started talking about Adrian and Packer. Julia played along, encouraged me, then Calleigh started poking and, 70,000 words later, they're real.
:D
Also, Julia dubbed them incredibly hot, so yay. :D
Okay, so, that was the story of how Julia asked for a western contemporary menage and how it almost didn't happen.
Much love, y'all,
BA
Frosty Fiction, Day 3: Steph, Jordan and Shaw
"Jordan, did you get something for our girl?"
His mate looked over from the chair where Jordan was repairing snowshoes. "Huh?"
"It's December. Christmas? You know?" Their first holiday altogether as a threesome, as three wolves, as lovers. As family.
Jordan snorted. "She's a witch. She doesn't do Christmas."
"Everyone does Christmas!" Didn't they? Trees. Lights. Carols.
"Jewish people don't."
Shaw was going to bite Jordan, hard. "Steph's not Jewish."
"I know that. She's a witch."
"Jordan!"
"What baby?"
"Did you get Steph something. For. Christmas?"
"Nope." Jordan didn't even look at him, but Shaw could scent amusement.
"Boys, I'm home." Cinnamon. Stephanie smelled like cinnamon and ginger and citrus and...oh, yummy. "Busy day at the shop today. I brought gingerbread. Are there steaks?"
"Gingerbread?" He glared at Jordan. "As in Christmas cookies?"
"Christmas cookies, Yule cookies, holiday cookies. I just wanted gingerbread and lights. When are we putting up the tree? I love the lights."
"See?"
"Tree's in the back, baby girl, just waiting for you to get home to decorate it. I even got you candy canes."
Shaw's mouth opened, closed, then opened again. "You suck."
Steph came to him, kissed him soundly. "So do you, Shaw. Hell, so do I? Wanna see?"
"Uh-huh." He spared a half glare at Jordan, but his mate just chuffed softly.
"So easy to tease, baby."
He would have growled, but Steph was kissing him, loving him.
Again.
It could wait for later -- after the sweets and the tree.
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*grins*
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BA
December 2, 2012
Frosty Fiction, Day 2: Markus and Sebastian
“I never say never, baby, but we’d have to be in the studio in fucking June with it.” Markus shrugged. “I never loved that.”
“I like carols, though.”
Markus grinned at him, eyes warm, sweet, like a fucking drug, and Sebastian warmed, balls deep. “What’s your favorite?”
“I love O Holy Night. You?”
“All I Want for Christmas is You.” Markus started singing away, almost bellering it. Jackass. Beautiful, musical son of a bitch.
Sebastian smiled, he had to because he knew Markus. The man meant it, playing around or not. “You want to pick some?”
“More than breathing.”
He nodded. Santa couldn’t bring him anything he needed more. He had Markus and music, everything a Cajun needed.
Except for etoufee.
Oh, he wondered if he could hire Jean-Jacques to fly down to make some. Maybe Eduardo would know someone local...
“Baby? You got smoke coming out of your ears.”
“I want etoufee for Christmas dinner. Etoufee and pralines. Can we make that happen?”
Markus hooted for him. “Baby, you leave it to Santa. It will happen.”
It was good to be him.
Damned good.
“All right then.” He strummed the melody they’d been working on the night before, picking the complicated line. Then Markus’ harmony joined him, sweet as spun sugar and they were off, making music.
Together.
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*grins*
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BA
Six Sentence Sunday: Adding to the Collection
Derrick woke up warm, real warm. Like he was wearing a bear rug as a blanket or something. Jesus, had he let Goofus come in and go to bed with him? That dog was going to be--oh.
He blinked at the unbelievably hot bull rider lying on his chest. Oh, Reno...damn.
This snippet is from Adding to the Collection, publishing December 12 from Torquere Press! (Yay! Roughstock Christmas!) :D .
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2. pick six sentences
3. post ‘em on your blog or website on SundayThis snippet is from Adam's story, Tag Team, that I'm currently plugging away at. The boys are currently in a pervy position, in fact. :D Want to play along? It’s fun and easy 1. pick a project – a current WIP, contracted work or even something readers can buy if you’re published 2. pick six sentences 3. post ‘em on your blog or website on Sunday
December 1, 2012
Frosty Fiction: Shane and Galen
The dogs had on Christmas collars.
He had on one red and one green flip flop and Grinch boxer shorts.
December was here.
He was ready. Like whoa ready.
He looked down at his chest, the battery operated LED blinking lights clipped to his nipple rings just merry as fuck.
Now, all he needed was his Galen to come home from helping Momma at her new house so that the man could admire.
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BA
What I Worked On This Week
