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March 26, 2014
Guest Author: Elyzabeth M. Valey – Naughty Fairy Tales.
Today’s guest is another of my flasher friends. . . err. . . I mean another friend I met through the Wednesday Briefs Flash Fiction Group. Elyzabeth is stopping by to talk about Naughty Fairy tales and what inspires her to write them After that she shares an excerpt from her latest naughty fairy tale – Blind Beauty.
Blind Beauty (Witches’ Mischief Series 2) Promo Packet 1
Thank you for having me!
I’ve been asked several times to explain my inspiration for Blind Beauty. How does a fairy tale become something naughty? How did Blind Beauty become the second book in a series? Well, there were several factors involved.
I love fairy tales. Anything that involves magic and fantasy is at the top of my list, add to that romance (and some sizzling scenes) and you’ve got me enthralled.
The Golden Cock. Have you read it? The Golden Cock was my first Naughty Fairy Tale and is now book 1 of The Witches’ Mischief Series. Initially, it wasn’t created to be a series, but the muse jumped in and started whispering naughty things in my ears.Loosely based on The Golden Goose, it introduces the witch Soussanna (which you’ll see again in Blind Beauty) and tells the story of Brielle and Vincent, a man with a very –er- special gift between his legs.
A review. Yep, a reviewer (this one to be exact) was curious to know what happened to the baby girl at the end of The Golden Cock. That got my wheels turning.
Many of my stories start out with a single scene and the birth of The Witches’ Mischief series was no different. Shortly after reading the review mentioned above, I witnessed a scene between Soussanna and her daughter. I’m not going to go into details because that particular scene takes place in the future, but suffice to say, some things I didn’t know about Soussanna were revealed and the characters from Blind Beauty were mentioned. Questions arose. Who were they? What did they do? How did they meet Soussanna and her daughter? What was their story?
Research. I knew there were two men that needed their story to be told, but what was it? There are many fairy tales circulating around the world, but only one matched James and Richard. (Can you guess which one? I’ll give you a hint, though it’s titled Blind Beauty it has nothing to do with Beauty and the Beast.)Furthermore, The Witches’ Mischief series takes places in fictional England during the Regency period, so that also required some investigation.
The Muse steps in. I had the historical basis, the fairy tale that ran parallel to James and Richard’s story… all that was missing was for me to open my ears and let the boys tell their tale…
Note: Both Blind Beauty and The Golden Cock can be read as standalone novels!
Blurb:
James Macintosh is hours away from his new home. He is ready to start a secluded life away from all the rumors, insults and disgusted faces concerning his appearance. However, a meeting with a mysterious woman and her child, mingled with a sudden harsh snowstorm will set him down a very different path than the one he had originally envisioned.
Richard Randywine is an accidental fugitive living with a band of rowdy thieves. A good man at heart, he has gotten used to hiding his emotions behind his strapping muscles and brute strength. Yet, when the thieves ambush an unsuspecting rider, Richard is forced to drop his mask and step forward.
Will both men be able to see what lies before them or will they be blind to the possibility of happiness?
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Defined as weird since she was about eight, Elyzabeth honors the title by making up songs about her chores, doodling stars and flowers on any blank sheet of paper and talking to her dog whenever he feigns interest.
Losing the battle to the voices in her head is her favorite pastime after annoying her younger sister with her singing. Writing stories full of passion and emotion where love conquers all is her happy pill and she’ll forgo sleep to make her readers live the dream.
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Excerpt:
He climbed atop his horse, as told. His back molded to Richard’s, his body betraying him as it molded into the other man’s embrace. Richard pulled him hard against him, his body enveloping him in an almost suffocating hug.
“Go,” he whispered huskily into his ear, his breath fanning it. James pressed his thighs against Faith’s flanks, hoping the animal would understand, considering the strange position she was in. She did, for she set off at a trot in the direction Richard indicated. They galloped in silence, trees whirring past them, snow flying when they swept past. James eyes widened and he barely controlled the urge to order Faith to stop as he realized their impasse.
“Richard, the hoof prints, the snow.” James pointed at the visible trail. “They’ll track us down as easily as the king’s hounds trace a fox.”
Richard’s breath was warm in his ear. His hair tickled his temple and James had to suppress a shiver.
“I know.” Richard chuckled. “Don’t worry. I have a plan, besides wishing that they’ll wake up during the night and we’ll be miles away by then or that it snows heavily again.”
James wished he didn’t have to worry, but he couldn’t relax. The problem wasn’t so much the thieves that could pursue them at any moment, but the man behind him. He was too close, too comforting, and all too desirable. James shifted in his seat again, trying to find a comfortable position. One in which he wasn’t pressed up tightly against Richard’s groin. One in which he didn’t imagine he felt the length of his cock hard against him. Because, he was convinced it was his imagination. Otherwise, how could a man like Richard be interested in him? It didn’t make any sense. In his experience, men like Richard were ladies’ men. They seduced, fucked and discarded women. He wasn’t a woman and he’d been rejected too many times in his life. He didn’t need this. He didn’t need more pain. Richard’s fingers brushed against his side, the fingers digging into his flesh and distracting him as arousal flared in every centimeter of his flesh.
“What got you into thievery?” he asked, attempting to forget how close their bodies were.
Richard grunted in reply and he fell silent once more, fishing his mind for a topic of conversation. It came up blank. He thought about asking Richard to stop. Faith was probably tiring though she didn’t show it and surely, they were safe by now. He should ask. James knew he should, but he couldn’t. He was losing his mind, falling prey to the liquid fire that was consuming him inside and outside. He wasn’t sure if the man was hard, but he was. His cock was stiff and throbbing, the idea of taking or being taken by Richard flashing through his mind every time Faith bounced.
What would it feel like?
Flesh both silky and hard as steel brushing against him, an intimate caress, deep and longing. They’d become one man, writhing, gasping, and moaning. James’ breath hitched, the tightness in his breeches becoming uncomfortable. He clenched his teeth together and grasped the reins so tightly the material cut into his hands. He scrambled to regain his bearings, to remember whom he was with and what had occurred in the last 48 hours. He couldn’t trust Richard, but neither could he trust his treacherous body. He was not a beautiful man. Surely the thief didn’t want him. The thief. That’s right, Richard was a thief. He had no morals, no scruples, no—James groaned as Faith skipped over a fallen log, throwing Richard’s body against him, the erection he was sure he was imagining grinding against his bottom.
March 25, 2014
My Guardian Angel Is A Cockblocker – 12
My Guardian Angel Is A Cockblocker – Part 12
Filled with adrenaline, Alex ran faster than he’d remembered. Fear drove him in a reckless dash across campus. Using his full powers, he abandoned two plus years of anonymity and proclaimed his presence in a blaze even a blind demon or helcor could have seen.
But free from the constraints on his power, he could sense his enemies – and his fellow Helsin – for the first time since he began college. The rush of sensory impulses threatened to overwhelm him after being ‘blind’ for so long. Hiding himself and the necessary loss of his ability to detect even his own kind had been a necessary requirement for attending a human school. He hadn’t realized how much he missed the lost feelings until now.
Alex pushed past the temporary disorientation until his natural instincts took over. Ignoring the touch of his brethren, he focused on locating any enemies hiding in the shadows. Even with his senses working again, the first attack took him by surprise. The helcor must have been hiding its powers as Alex hadn’t detected it until it jumped from behind a building.
Taller than Alex by at least a foot, the thick, muscular body charged him from the left. The creature’s gray, almost black skin had kept it hidden in dark, moonless night. Once it revealed itself, the helcor released its power and practically glowed like a moving bonfire.
For a moment Alex considered ignoring the creature he could easily out run. If he his foes slow him too much, he’d be vulnerable. Even if he couldn’t detect other demons and helcor in the area, he knew they were between him and Donny’s group. But he was angry – very angry – and he didn’t want the helcor charging from behind if he encountered something to make him stop.
He put on a small burst of speed and smiled when he felt his adversary push harder to catch him. With the helcor running all out, Alex turned and confronted the creature. The look of shock on the brute’s face as Alex confronted it might have been laugh worthy if the situation wasn’t so dire.
Collecting his will, he created a spike of brilliant yellow energy on top of us gauntlet and put his weight in to a punch. With the helcor unable to stop in time, Alex’s dagger pierced the thick cranial bone above the eyes and sank into the soft gray matter beneath. Releasing the knife, he turned without waiting for the golden energy to explode. He heard the pop and didn’t need to look to know the headless corpse to fell to the ground.
As he neared Austin’s building unmolested, Alex feared the worst. Maybe the demon leading the attack didn’t know Nicholas shifted him to safety, but the helcor he killed was watching the route from his dorm to the fight. The creature might have another purpose, but he was placed to watch for Alex’s arrival at a minimum.
Rounding a corner, he found the fight unfolding in front of him. His fears of a massacre proved unfounded as Duncan had far more fighters than Alex expected. He easily spotted his Uncle in his gleaming white armor, leading the other elite guards in cutting a swath through the dark skinned helcor.
Unfortunately, the local helsin who answered the call to assist weren’t fairing as well as Duncan and his guards. Two were clearly dead, several others hurt and the rest were being pressed by a group of determined helcor and demons. Alex scanned the battle for Donny, and his heart seized when he couldn’t find him. The stab of fear lessened when he didn’t see his cousin among the dead or wounded, but only a fraction. Donny and his group had been out numbered waiting for Duncan and the others and he could be down somewhere that Alex couldn’t see.
Much as he wanted to search for Donny, he altered course and made for the group of helsin struggling for their lives. Alex drew his sword just before he fell on the helcor from the rear. The moment it cleared the sheath, the fire of heaven danced up and down the blade. His sword was one of a pair. Quinton carried the other, and it announced his identity to everyone around him.
“Alex!” He heard his uncle shout his name but couldn’t spare the time to turn.
Half the helcor and both demons immediately turned and focused on Alex. Not exactly what he planned, but it took the pressure off the others. Pointing the flaming sword at his enemies, Alex unleashed a blast of divine fire. The tactic was risky, as it sapped his energy for a moment, but he was still far enough away that he’d have time to recover.
He’d aimed for the demons, but they pushed a pair of helcor in front of them to take the blow. The tactic only spared them for a few seconds as the beleaguered helsin used the distraction Alex created to take back the advantage. Caught between Alex and his sword and a renewed surge from the others, the demons and helcor seemed undecided on which was the bigger threat. Alex used that confusion to burst into their midst.
Swinging his sword in a deadly arc of flames, Alex attacked with a fury he’d never felt before. He cleaved his way toward the more dangerous demons. Unable to withstand his fiery blade, the remaining the helcor fell back despite being ordered forward by their commanders.
Alex closed with the demons, using a bit more caution with the smaller but more powerful foes. But for the silver glow to their eyes, the nervous faces before him could have belonged to humans or helsin. Ignoring how they snarled at him, Alex watched the pair move apart until they stood on either side of him.
Sizing up the pair, Alex had to split his attention from one to the other. In the split second he took to turn to his left, the demon on his right spewed a black mist toward Alex’s face. His sword pulsed, burning the spray, but the flare blinded him for an instant.
Alex stepped back, hoping to give him self the half second he needed to clear his vision. Prepared to defend himself, he found the two demons dead, one by his uncle’s sword, the other run through from behind by another helsin.
“What in heaven’s name were you doing making yourself a target like that? Next time why not scream out your name and beg them to attack you?” Duncan scanned the other helsin standing around them. “Where’s Donovan.”
Alex’s fear for his cousin returned, twisting his stomach into a knot. “That what I came back to find.”
“Came back, what are you talking about?”
“Donovan had Nicholas shift me back to my room.” He ignored his uncle’s gaze and began to look at the fallen warriors. “I collected my weapons and armor and came back.”
“Spread out!” Duncan pointed to members of his guard and sent them in different directions. “Find my son!”
With majority of the fighting over, Alex searched the area and found a gapping hole in the Austin’s building. Donny’s wards had failed and Austin would have still been in the room.
“Austin.” The name, barely a whisper, soon became a shout as he ran toward the building. “Austin!”
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Probably going to take a week to two break at this point and finish this story. Once it’s finished I’m going to offer the ending as one chapter, hopefully as part of a downloadable eBook with the entire story. This way there won’t be any more cliffs to hang onto. :)
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March 22, 2014
Author Profile: Raine O’Tierney – Interview, Blog Tour and Giveaway
Writing affords me the chance to meet many new people. Some I really meet in person, some I really meet on line. Raine O’Tierney falls into the ‘I’ve really met her, just not in person – yet’ category. Raine and I both belong to the Wednesday Briefs Flash Fiction group – sorry Raine, I needed to do a shout out – and we’ve have the chance to get to know one another over the last year or so. But, oh the things you learn when you ask. :P
Please don’t forget to enter the Sweet Giordan, Please Remember giveaway at the end of the interview.
Welcome, why don’t you start by telling everyone a bit about yourself?
Hello, my name is Raine O’Tierney and I’m obsessed with dachshunds. I don’t know why I thought that was a good way to introduce myself, but I just really, really love dachshunds! I’m genuinely enthusiastic about life, I adore being a cheerleader for people in their creative pursuits, and if I could be eating chicken wings right now, I would.
First, as a fellow hat aficionado—I own over 50 hats, most are baseball teams but I have a collection of soccer/football hats from around the world—where did your love of hats come from?
Every day I learn something new and awesome about you, Andy!
My love of hats really hit a peak a couple of years ago when I made a tiny hat for the St. Patrick’s Day parade. I got so many compliments on it and I realized, I love glitter and glitz and danglies and gems on my head. I’ve upgraded to fascinators. Love fascinators.
Your newest release, Sweet Giordan, Please Remember, is out—we’ll get to that in a moment, but first talk about what you’ve written before this?
I’ve published one little short called Under the Table and Into His Heart with DSP before this, but I’ve been writing for-ev-er. (Or twenty odd years.) I have two M/M novels and a M/M novella I co-wrote with my hubs out for consideration right now as well. (Crossing fingers!)
Sweet Giordan is your first novel. Talk about the difference between writing a novel and a short story?
I actually enjoy both novel and short fiction writing. I like to take my time with the characters in long form fiction—especially explore how they interact with other, non-love interest characters. But I like the flash! Bam! Colors! Whew! experience of a short. For funsies, I write shorts all December long and never share them. Just for the heck of it.
Where did the inspiration for this story come from?
These charas have been in the works for a long time. (Shane is over ten years old, Giordan is more recent…) and I always imagined they would face challenges that would really test the limits of their love. From that, the concept of the coma and Shane’s search for Giordan were born.
Your MM pairing is an interracial couple. There is very little of that in the MM Romance area that I’ve seen—unless you count paranormal shifter pairings. What prompted you to write about such a pairing?
I always start with characters before I really get into plot—I’ll lay in bed and think about how people and their hearts fit together. (Like some sort of mental character generator.) And, of course, Shane was developed years before Giordan—he wasn’t even supposed to have his own story. Shane himself comes from a mixed family. His father is white, his mother is black. When I developed Giordan to fit with Shane, I didn’t really think, “I’m going to write an interracial couple…” I just imagined this thin, pale, blonde artist that would steal Shane’s heart.
You’re a married straight woman writing about MM romance. What got you interested in writing MM fiction?
What sparked my interest originally in the genre was yaoi—I fully admit that. But why I decided to write my own M/M fiction… I’ve been asked before and I usually just sort of blink and say, “I like it?” but that doesn’t speak to the heart of it and the heart of it is…hearts. I write M/M because I believe in hearts that find other hearts. I like to write LOVE stories about people that find each other, and sometimes those people are M/F and sometimes F/F and most often M/M. My husband writes M/M with me for the same reason. Hearts and love.
There’s a rumor going round that the main point of view is neither Giordan nor his love interest Shane—is that true?
It is actually from Giordan’s PoV (though I do have my good friend JC Wallace to thank for spreading the rumor that it’s not! He was thinking about Under the Table which features a female PoV…) Sweet Giordan does take place entirely from Gio’s perspective, though his ‘Maman’ Chloe Devereaux is a prominent character in his life.
Tell us something(s) interesting that is not in the blurb?
I do a shout-out to Neil Gaiman’s Stardust in this book, which was a double-secret shout-out to my dear friend, Lisa, who aspires to molest Neil Gaiman someday.
Have you ever based characters on anyone you know?
To tell the truth, I love basing characters on friends! I am constantly inspired by my friends and the things they do and the things they do for me. When I’m writing a story and someone influences or encourages me, I get excited and I just want to show my appreciation! This translates into a lot of random characters that I know in real life.
What’s your favorite part of the writing process?
Blurb-writing.
*Falls off the bed laughing*
Sorry, what was the question?
That’s totally cheating. You never answered the question lol.
What’s your least favorite?
BLURB WRITING.
Since there is always another story to tell, what are you working on now?
I’m going crazy with ideas right now! I have maybe a few too many ongoing stories. I’m writing for Love’s Landscapes for the GR M/M Romance group, plus a novel-length’d sequel to Under the Table and Into His Heart, and I have a new series I really want to get to soon!
What have you read lately that most people haven’t read but should?
JC Wallace’s Curiosity Killed Shaney—though by the time this has posted, I bet everyone will have read it! It is sexy and fascinating and detailed and so damned good. And one that has oft been read but deserves MORE reads is the third and final installment of the Hope Cove Series by Cate Ashwood called Ironhearted. It’s hands-down the best of the series and you should read it. Both Wallace and Ashwood are incredibly talented writers.
If you could meet any writer, alive or dead, who would it be and why?
Sylvia Cassedy who did NOT write M/M or even romance. She wrote JFIC books in the eighties, her most notable being Behind the Attic Wall. When I read the devestatingly few books Cassedy put out before her death, my brain EXPLODES with colors. No one in the world captures creativity and loneliness in young female characters the way Sylvia Cassedy did. She’s my writing hero.
What’s a fun—non-writing—day for you?
I…don’t understand the question? I live to write. Okay, fine… A really good non-writing day involves playing videogames with Siôn. We’re huge gamer nerds.
Besides reading and writing, what else do you enjoy?
Videogames, anime, dachshunds, hats, drawing, Psychology, sushi…
Last question is all yours – feel free to talk about anything you want your readers to know about you, your book, anything at all.
My motto is the Sweetness, so if you like sweet stories about first times and forever-endings and stuff like that, you probably might maybe sorta like my work. J
Thanks for being my guest, now it’s time to plug your work.
Blurb:
Sweet Giordan, Please Remember by Raine O’TierneyGiordan Stone is lucky, all things considered. Sure, he spent five years in a coma only to wake with a right leg that’s practically useless and no memories other than his name. But now he’s under the care of sassy southern surrogate mother, Chloe Devereaux, spending his days painting and healing. Giordan wants for nothing at all… until he looks out the window one morning and sees Chloe’s gorgeous son, Shane, standing there. Something very familiar stirs in Giordan.
When he sketches, Giordan is able to go into an “art trance” where pieces of disjointed memory come back to him without time or place. More and more of these flashes are of Shane Devereaux and the intense, intimate experiences they shared together. Even though Shane keeps his distance now, Giordan is convinced his flashes are real. But he doesn’t have the whole story. Giordan is determined to fill in his memory blanks and convince Shane his feelings are genuine.
Excerpt:
CHLOE DEVEREAUX’S hands were gentle as she helped Giordan step into the bath.
The first time she’d stripped him naked in that no-nonsense way of hers, he’d flushed from head to toe and tried to cover himself with his hands. Chloe clucked her tongue and let him know that being a wife, mother, and new grandmother—though how can someone so young possibly have a grandbaby?—she had seen her share of dangles. Surprisingly, this frank admission helped, and he let her run the soapy sponge over his naked back. Besides, it was quickly evident that with his stiff right side, Giordan needed her help.
This particular morning, Giordan shakily sank into the steaming bubbles, neither ashamed nor protesting as Chloe helped him adjust his position. His left knee bent fully while his right moved barely an inch. His hip, too, didn’t work properly on that side. The ugly pink scars that zigzagged from his waist down his hip and leg almost all the way to the ankle served as outward warning: He was broken.
Chloe, her sleeves rolled up past her elbows, hummed as she dipped the rag into the bath. Lifting it, she let the water rain down over his shoulders. It felt familiar in the way everything did. An almost-memory or a dream. He tried not to overthink these moments, or he’d end up crushing the familiarity right out of the situation. Too many frustrated days had taught him this lesson.
There were only two things he remembered with the concrete certainty of ever having existed at all: His name was Giordan Stone and he was an artist. The rest of it was covered by a mental veil too thick to see through. In that, he supposed he had a third concrete truth. Giordan had amnesia.
“Dr. P’s comin’ by today,” Chloe told him, breaking in to her sweet song. She helped him lean back into the water so she could wash his hair. “I told her that we had things in hand, but I guess we don’t pay her the big bucks for nothin’.”
Giordan had learned quickly he wasn’t supposed to argue with Chloe. His first day out of the hospital, the day he insisted on helping out, she favored him with a look so displeased it still made him shudder when he thought about it. Chloe was firmly in charge, and what she said, went.
She told him then and there, in that sweet southern accent of hers, that she had been expecting a pliant patient who would let her mother and coddle him. “After raising two of the most stubborn children God has seen fit to bless a woman with,” Chloe had said, eyes flashing, “and makin’ a home for a husband with his head so far up his ass he might as well do his own colonoscopy”—she tapped him lightly on the nose—“I am lookin’ forward to no questions, no back talk, and no lip, Giordan Stone. Now, there is no way in the sulfur-stinkin’ fires of hell that you are settin’ a foot outta this bed, lest you mean to use the toilet or take a bath, and until I say so, you’re doin’ both under my watchful eye.” She wagged one stern finger at him, her wooden bangles clacking at her wrist.
“All right,” he agreed meekly.
“Once you tip the scales at one thirty-five, then we’ll talk about chores. Don’t worry,” she chuffed, “I’m savin’ ‘em up for you. In the meantime, your job is to eat.”
Buy links:
DSP: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/index.php?cPath=55_1024
ARe: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-sweetgiordanpleaseremember-1453078-149.html
Bio:
Raine O’Tierney is an always-writing, boundlessly enthusiastic, exclamation point addict! (!!!) She is known for declaring every day “the best day EVER!” and every thing her “all-time FAVORITE!” Despite this (obnoxious?) exuberance, she still somehow manages to have a wonderfully encouraging husband and writing partner, Siôn, and an amazing group of friends and colleagues who continue to support (read: put up with) her. Raine spends her days working as a library lady, fighting the good fight for intellectual freedom.
Website and social media links:
Website: http://raineotierney.com/
E-mail: Raineotierney@gmail.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/RaineOTierneyAuthor
The Hat Party (LGBT Author Interviews) http://raineotierneyhatparty.blogspot.com/
Twitter: @RaineOTierney
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/RaineOTierney
Blog Tour and Prizes!:
Sweet Giordan, Please Remember Blog Tour
March 17th–March 29th
Prizes:
*** Set of Sweet Giordan, Please Remember and Under the Table and Into His Heart ebooks
*** I Believe in the Sweetness Notebook
*** I Believe in the Sweetness Tote
*** 2x I Believe in the Sweetness Bumper Stickers
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Please visit Home of the Sweetness to enter:
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March 21, 2014
Guest Author: JC Wallace – Curiosity Killed Shaney Blog Tour and Giveaway
Hi, everyone! I want to thank Andrew for inviting me to the blog. Curiosity Killed Shaney is my first published novel and I am thrilled to share this story with all of you.
This blog tour got huge fast! There are awesome prizes to that will be given away at the end of the tour. At the end of this post, you will find a link to enter! Check in at www.jcwallacebooks.com for links to all of the blogs in the tour and you can enter as much as you like!
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Hey, everyone! Shaney here. JC’s busy with getting more stuff together for this blog tour. I can’t believe my story has so many stops, like 26 or something. I kind of feel important. JC said I had to pull my weight by doing a couple of these blogs for him. He said to talk about something from my story, so I chose to talk about Champ, the infamous Lake Champlain monster!
In my story, I mentioned Champ. Yes folks, there is a Lake Champlain monster. Most call him Champ, or Champy (if you want to get all cutesy). First, here is a map showing where I grew up and now live – Tupper Lake, New York (A) – and also Port Henry (PH) on Lake Champlain.
Port Henry is where I spend summers with my family and where many sightings of Champ have been reported in what is called Bulwagga Bay. Port Henry is really big on Champ, which you will see in the following facts about Champ:
Champ is a member of the elite group of creatures called cryptozoological animals, which include dragons, unicorns, Pegasus, Sasquatch, Yeti, and of course, Champ’s “cousin”, the Loch Ness Monster. Cryptozoological animals are those whose existence on earth has never been proven or disproven.
It is purported that Samuel D. Champlain saw the Lake Champlain monster, however this was misreported in a 1970 article and is most likely untrue.
Documented sightings of Champ predate those of the Loch Ness Monster by fifty years.
The Iroquois and Abenaki tribes in the area have legends of this creature.
The first modern day sightings of Champ:
1819 by a “Capt. Crum” in Bulwagga Bay, who reported seeing a black monster resembling a seahorse with three teeth, large eyes, a white star on its forehead and a red band around its neck
1883 Sheriff Nathan H. Mooney reported seeing a gigantic water serpent twenty to thirty feet in length.
In the late 19th century, P.T. Barnum offered a $50,000 for Champ, dead or alive.
Many people think that Champ is a prehistoric creature such as a plesiosaur (same as the Loch Ness Monster) or a tanystropheus.
Below is the famous Mansi photograph taken in 1977. This is the most documented sighting of Champ. The creature was reported to have surfaced for about four-seven minutes, then turned slightly, and submerged. The picture, examined by several experts, been reported as not being tampered with.
In 2003, a team from Fauna Communications Research Institute (doing research for the Discovery Channel) visited several areas of reported sightings of Champ on Lake Champlain. They used high tech equipment to record sound underwater. On three separate occasions, they measured an echolocation sound (which is only used by whales and dolphins) however, this signal was not from any known creature. Was it Champ? Maybe.
Champ has been featured in many television reports and on shows including ABC News, the Discovery Channel, Japanese television, The Today Show, Unsolved Mysteries, Fox Network’s Sightings and several hundred local TV shows.
The Vermont House of Representatives passed H.R. 19 in April 1982, protecting Champ “from any willful act resulting in death, injury, or harassment.” The next year, New York State legislators followed, protecting Champ against death, injury, or harassment, and encouraging report of sightings.
Sightings of Champ are recorded on a sign in Port Henry, NY
The first Saturday of August is Champ Day in Port Henry. There is a street fair with vendors and entertainment to celebrate Champ. Here is the Champ float, which appears in local parades.
The Vermont Lake Monsters (previously the Vermont Expos) is a minor league baseball team in Burlington, Vermont, with Champ for their mascot
So, there you have it, some info about the famous Champ – who I have yet to see. I told Hudson we needed to get some sonar and a boat and find that monster. He just kinda gave me that look he usually does whenever I suggest anything. I tried to get JC to go, but he grew up on Lake Champlain and has his doubts about any prehistoric animal living there. I believe he said something about people having too much to drink in the hot sun…Just don’t tell him I said that!
Thanks for stopping by! Tomorrow, the blog tour will visit the blog of Cia Nordwell, and JC will try to get Hudson and I to finish our interviews! Hope to see you there!
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Blurb: Shaney’s curiosity is always getting him into trouble, including stumbling into a ritualistic circle and being imbued with an energy that will eventually tear him apart. He soon finds out that Hudson, a man he cares for deeply, might be responsible for his misfortune. Add in the betrayal by his best friend Todd and the desire of a demented occultist named Silas to control the energy inside of him and there seems to be no way out. Can Shaney find a way to rid his body of the nefarious energy before he dies a horrible death?
Excerpt
Shaney peered cautiously around the aisle of junk peddled on late night television as items that that no one could live without. Yeah, right, Shaney snorted to himself. With anything but suave subtlety, he looked for his target through the open racks of clothes and tall shelves filled with shoes. Well, tall for him. Yes, he was short for a man. Hell, he was short for a pre-pubescent teenager. And in one of the cruelest twists of fate, at five feet six inches, Shaney was the shortest of his three siblings—three sisters, actually. Oh, yeah, as if that hadn’t been a wonderful childhood.
He sighed, reminding himself that he’d long ago come to terms with his lack of verticality—sort of. Silently, he slipped around the end of the shelf, moving slow and smooth, like the aforementioned cat. He worked his way toward the first rack of haphazardly piled shoes. Of course, he should straighten those up later. He stopped about ten feet from the rack, not daring to get any closer. As he peered through one of the shelves, he caught just a glimpse of his target’s red shirt. The man was rifling through the rack of sweatshirts.
If he could just get a bit closer, get a better look…
Shaney froze as the man—and, oh, what a man he was—walked out from behind that rack of shoes, a black sweatshirt in hand. Maybe if Shaney remained still, he wouldn’t be spotted out there in the open, drooling, because that was what he did when faced with the most gorgeous specimen of man known to humankind. The hunky man’s spiky black hair was longer on top and shorter on the sides. He had a five o’clock shadow at ten a.m. covering a strong jaw with—oh, hell—a dimpled chin and intense crystal blue eyes centered by the straightest, most slender nose ending over mouth-watering lips that were just waiting to be sucked and nibbled. That red T-shirt covered wide shoulders and biceps. Black jeans hugged a slim waist and caressed every single muscle with each confident, I-own-the-world step he took in black work boots. And talk about tall!
Shaney stopped breathing as Mr. Tall, Dark, and Hunky came down his aisle. The man’s blue eyes scanned the store looking from something or…someone?
Me?
Time ceased and the world narrowed as those eyes penetrated straight into Shaney’s soul, connected with his very essence, and awakened Shaney’s cock within his pressed chinos. Those forceful eyes were staring and, wait…frowning, as the man came straight at him! Panic seized Shaney’s body. Oh, fuck! He saw me staring and now he’s going to kill the cat! Damn, Todd for being right! Unable to break from the intensity of that unyielding gaze, Shaney started to scramble backwards with no regard for direction—just away from Mr. Tall, Dark, and Angry. Shaney sprinted in reverse as the man raised his hand and pointed a finger.
“Hey. You.”
Even faced with imminent death, the man’s voice vibrated through every nerve in Shaney’s small frame. If he had to die, let his death be at the hands of this god.
“Stop!”
Every cell in Shaney’s body followed the forceful order, but not before Shaney slammed into the shelf behind him. He gasped, the breath knocked from his lungs. He grasped for anything solid to hold onto as the useless treads of his sneakers slid on the waxed floor. Items rocked on the shelf, some toppling, others just threatening.
This is gonna hurt, Shaney thought and cringed until his hand finally grasped a shelf, and his other hand found purchase as well.
The enormous display shelf settled as Shaney struggled to steady his feet. He closed his eyes, sucking in large quantities of air. His hands vibrated against the steel of the shelf, unyielding in their death grip. The whoosh of blood in his ears cocooned him in silence and he almost forgot about…Shaney’s eyes popped open, and he jumped back in surprise to see Mr. Tall, Dark, and Angry right in his face. And next, as is standard humor in classic Saturday morning cartoons, something heavy fell out of the sky, landed on Shaney’s head, brought him to his knees, then flat on his face. The only thing missing were those annoying little chirpy bluebirds circling his head. He’d have to settle for stars.
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About JC Wallace
I have been writing all of my life, however it was just this year that I ventured out to be published. In my day job, I am a behavior analyst. At night and on the weekends, I write about all things men. I believe there is nothing hotter than two men finding and loving one another, whether for a night or forever. An avid reader of M/M romance, I love a good twist of a plot, HEA, HFN, or tragic ending.
I am owned by three kids, one grandchild and one on the way, two dogs and one cat. I live in the beautiful Adirondack Mountains in Northern NY
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March 18, 2014
My Guardian Angel Is A Cockblocker – 11
My Guardian Angel Is A Cockblocker – Part 11
Alex twisted out of his guardian’s grasp and spun around. “Why did you do that?”
“Your father ordered you back to the room.” Nicholas refused to meet his gaze. “The demons behind this attack must have been planning it for months.”
“They need me. I’m going back.” Turning around, he walked toward his closet without waiting for an answer. The fight was happening in front of Austin’s apartment and no one would care about his safety.
Nicholas appeared in front of him. “No, Alexander, you are staying here. My directions were absolutely clear.”
He tried to sidestep the angel, but Nicholas moved with him. Frustrated and worried, he used his magic to push Nicholas away. Ignoring the sputtering rage he heard behind him, Alex reached into the hidden compartment of his closet.
“What are you doing?” Nicholas tried to pull him away, but Alex refused to budge. “When I tell your father what you did….”
“Go ahead!” Facing Nicholas, he didn’t try to control his anger. “Tell him. Run back to the your master and tell on me. I don’t care. Donny is fighting for his life and Austin has no idea what’s happening. I’m going to back to help.”
“You’re worried about your cousin? Are you an idiot?”
Alex glared at him, but didn’t respond. Extending his arms into the invisible closet, his silver and gold armor responded to his call. Before Nicholas could interrupt, Alex’s body was encased in the breastplate, gauntlets and greaves. He left the helmet hovering in front of him while he retrieved his sword and mace.
“I’m a warrior, and my father’s son. Helsin are battling for their lives to protect me, but we both know I’m stronger than anyone except my father.” Notching the belt around his waist, he slid the handle of the mace into a slot on his right hip. He pulled the blade partially from its sheath and watched as the fire of heaven danced along the unbreakable steel. “These demons want me? Fine. Let’s see if they can handle me.”
“Alex, stop!” Nicholas stepped in front of him again. “This isn’t a game. This is real. The demons laid this trap specifically to lure you into the fight. Helcor might be stupid, but demons are insidious and extremely dangerous. They wouldn’t have launched this attack if they didn’t think they had a way to neutralize you.”
“Let them try.” Alex reached out to turn off the wards. He might have to struggle with Nicholas for control, but he was prepared for that contingency.
“This is exactly why you need to stay here!” Light coalesced around the angel as tiny specks circled his body. “You have no idea what to expect, but you’re going to charge head long into the fray.”
He’d never seen Nicholas angry enough to invoke his nimbus – he’d only seen one angel use their’s and that was during a fight when he was in training. Still, Alex wasn’t going to let his guardian keep him from helping.
“I’m going whether you like it or not.” He attached the sword to his left side. “The fight wasn’t going well, I could hear it in Donny’s voice. I need to go help him.”
“Help him? He raped you. Why do you care what happens to him.”
Alex froze. “How…. No he didn’t.”
“Now you’re going to lie for him?” Nicholas’ aura grew brighter. “I’m an angel, Alex; I know the truth.”
“He didn’t. I wanted him to be my first.”
“You told him to stop!” He was so close to Alex that if he’d been alive, he’d have sprayed spit in Alex’s face. “He was hurting you and he didn’t stop when you asked him to. You can’t defend that!”
Alex’s head started to spin. He hadn’t wanted to relive that night, but Nicholas was forcing him. “Stop it.”
“I’m not letting you leave just to go try to save him. He’s not worth it.”
“Stop it!” Nicholas’ anger threatened to reopen the wound Alex thought had healed. He’d struggled to forgive his cousin because Donny wasn’t the evil person his guardian portrayed.
“It’s true. Why would your risk your life for him?”
“I…he’s my cousin. I may not be in love with him anymore, but he cares about me.”
“You think he’s out there because he still loves you? Are you serious?” Nicholas shook his head and little beads of light flew in all directions. He turned his back on Alex for a second and then spun back. “It’s not love, it’s guilt. He thinks by protecting you he’ll somehow redeem himself. This is just more of his self-centered, me first behavior.”
“You don’t know anything. Why would you say that?”
“Because he doesn’t love you. He never did!” The force of Nicholas’ voice set Alex back on his heels. “And I hate that you’re throwing yourself away on that narcissistic jerk.”
Alex’s armor started to glow from the intensity of his anger. “You’re an idiot. How would you know anything about love?”
“Because I love you!” Nicholas yelled. The next instance he looked horrified.
“What?”
“I love you, Alex. As ridiculous and impossible as it is, I do.” Nicholas’ defeated expression tugged at Alex. “You don’t need to say it, I know already– better than you. But when I got ‘my wings’, no one turned off my emotions.”
“Why…how….”
“I shouldn’t have told you, but…I was once human too. Just because I’m not allowed to be in a relationship with one of the living, doesn’t mean I can’t be in love with you.”
It didn’t matter. He didn’t love Nicholas and he wasn’t going to stay behind because a lovesick angel was worried about his safety. “I’m going now.”
Nicholas recoiled as if Alex had slapped him. He didn’t say anything, but he wouldn’t look at Alex.
“Nicholas.” He moved forward and the angel stepped back. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?” He finally met Alex’s gaze. “Because you think I’m a fool?”
“No, because I just dismissed your feelings like that.” When he took another step, Nicholas didn’t retreat. “I…this isn’t the right time to talk about this. I can’t be distracted going into the fight.”
“You’re not going to join the fight Alex, You’re father….”
“My father isn’t here and if he was, he’d have to restrain me to keep me away.” Taking control of the wards, he saw Nicholas react. “This isn’t just for Donny or Austin. The others with Donny are at risk too. I might be their only hope.”
“Everyone there knew the risks.”
“Did they? Did anyone tell them that I’d be whisked away the moment the fight started?” He knew the answer from the way Nicholas turned his head. “Or did they expect that I’d be fighting beside them?”
Nicholas didn’t answer and Alex used the time to disarm the wards. “I’m going now, with or without your help. But if you try to stop me, I won’t hold back.”
Maybe that’s what Nicholas wanted. Quinton would be hard pressed to blame the angel if Alex knocked him out.
“Go.” Nicholas stepped away from the door. “I’ll go get some more help.”
The rejection he saw in his guardian’s face almost held him back. Grabbing Nicholas’ shoulders, Alex looked him in the eyes. “Don’t think that because I’m not in love with you, that I don’t love you too. You’ve always been there for me, even when I didn’t deserve you. I’m sorry it’s not the way you want, but I do love you, Nicholas.”
He bent forward and kissed the angel’s forehead. In the years they known each other, neither of them had done anything that intimate – chaste as it was. As Alex pulled away, Nicholas grabbed his hand and brought them to his lips.
The touch felt feathery and faint, but the point of contact tingled when Nicholas let go. “That’s more than I dared hope for.” His smile didn’t fully erase the sadness. “Now go before I come to my senses and make you fight me to get out.”
Nicholas disappeared before Alex could respond. He checked again to make sure his weapons were secure and ran out the door. No less than a score of students saw him running faster than a car. It didn’t matter, his time at college ended before he left Austin’s place.
Hopefully Austin survived for him to explain himself.
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March 17, 2014
Guest Author: Anyta Sunday
One of the best things about being an author are the friends I’ve made. None are more dear to me than Anyta. During her time in the USA, she and her family spent that most American of holidays – the Fourth of July – visiting Mike and I. (And the second time with ‘lil q too.) So welcoming her to my blog is like welcoming home an old friend. But more than that, she’s a wonderfully talented author who’s newest book – Liam Davis and the Raven was just release last week. So take a read and learn about what she liked about her time in Pittsburgh.
The top 5 best things about my time in Pittsburgh . . .
1)
Number one, clearly, by far, was having the chance to meet my [then only] online friend and co-author Andrew Q. Gordon. Hey Andy! Thanks for all the great times we had together—I feel so privileged to have met you and your beautiful family.
Pittsburg made that possible—it’s only a four-hour drive to DC. Well, okay, with me driving it was closer to five, but still. 
Driving into DC wasn’t one of my most treasured driving experiences, though. Cars were crossing lanes not just from the left but the right as well! Chaos. But at least there I didn’t take a wrong turn and end up in an Amish village somewhere rural Pennsylvania! **Whistles** I blame it on the GPS.
2)
THIS:
Seriously. I LOVED walking around the edgy and beautiful areas of Pittsburgh without constantly having to keep my eyes glued to the footpath for doogie-doo. (They seem to use it as pavement carpet here).
Fines like this ensured I never had to scratch poop from the soles of my boots with a twig on the way to work. Multiple times a week.
I wish we had some over here instead of the sixteen times “warning” thing we got going.
Also leashes. Nothing scarier than walking with your toddler to the supermarket and having big, rowdy dogs galloping past. So, yeah, this was appreciated.
3)
Writer’s Workshops.
I really, really loved being able to hop on a plane and an hour or two later be in another state, another fantastic city, and another wonderful writing workshop. Sigh. I wish I could have taken those workshops with me!
I’ll keep curling my finger and beckoning them over the Atlantic. Just maybe I’ll be lucky.
4)
The libraries and bookstores were filled with English books. I spent a very good deal of my time at Squirrel Hill library plotting and scribbling away at my novels. Funnily enough, while I was living in Pittsburgh I was writing books set in NZ, and now that I’m in Germany, I’ve started writing novels based in Pittsburgh.
I think it’s my way of missing the times there!
5)
The student atmosphere.
There are, well, I couldn’t even keep count of how many universities and colleges are in Pittsburg! But I loved the vibe all those students gave to the city. So fresh and alive and creative.
That inspired me.
And thus, Liam Davis & The Raven was born.
I hope I captured some of that vibe in the novel. While the university and its paper “The Scribe” are fictitious details, there are plenty of descriptions in the novel that really exist.
One of them is this:
This is the house I based Liam’s apartment on—and it is also the one I lived in for two years.
Sigh. I miss it.
It did make for a lot of fun writing the story though! Even if my New Zealand twang still came through in the first drafts.
Thank God for my wonderful editors: Teresa Crawford for content editing, Lynda Lamb for picking at the lines to make the story flow, and to Heather at HJSediting for a very thorough and impressive proofread, catching all my NZisms!
And while I’m thanking people, thank you to my beta readers Vicki and Sunne for your thoughts, and Andy for hosting me on your blog.
Blurb
Liam Davis is a serious journalist, and he’s good at it.
Or at least, he was. Until the chief of Scribe, the campus magazine, makes him give up his politics column to write for the party page —the party page that is problematic for two reasons: One, it threatens Liam’s chance of getting the traineeship with his apathetic father at his prestigious newspaper company, and two, he has no idea what it means to party, let alone how to capture this new audience’s attention!
But Liam Davis is no quitter. He’s determined to prove to his father, the chief, and above all himself that he can do it—and do it well.
Life doesn’t make it easy. Not when Freddy Krueger comes stalking out of the shadows to attack him. Luckily the Raven, the campus vigilante—the vigilante getting hate mail sent to Scribe’s opinions page—comes to his rescue.
Now, between finding the perfect angle for his party page columns and making friends (and perhaps something more?), Liam needs to find this mysterious Raven — not only to thank him, but to warn him to watch his back.
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A born and raised New Zealander, Anyta Sunday has been exploring the literary world since she start reading Roald Dahl as a kid. Inspired, stories have been piling up in her head ever since. Fast forward to her mid-twenties and jump a few countries (Germany, America, and back again), and she started putting pen to paper. When she’s not writing or chasing her kid around, she’s reading, hiking, watching Joss Whedon series, attempting pilates, or curling up with her two cats. Updates on her projects can be found at anytasunday.com.
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Snow Day – Part -Um. . . . I’ve Lost Count
So DC had another snow day – at least the last few have been legit – we got about 8 inches of snow over night and it snowed up until about 2 pm on and off. But it’s stunning that it went from 60+ to snowing in less than 36 hours. Here’s a shot from Saturday that grandma took.
Snow days sure ain’t what they used to be when we were childless. Trying to find ways to entertain ‘lil q is getting harder as she gets older. She’s in that in between window where we can’t just let her play by herself just yet. We’re getting closer, but we’re not there yet.
But she does like music and likes to sing.
How cool is a song that has Puffer Bellies in it??
March 16, 2014
Guest Author: Chris T. Kat – Cover Illustration
Today Chris T. Kat has agreed to take over the spot light and let us have a peek into her world and talks about Cover Illustration. Chris has published several books, her most recent being The Wolf and His Diva.
Cover Illustration
Andy, thank you very much for having me. I’m here to talk about my new release, The Wolf and His Diva, a m/m shape-shifter romance which was published by Dreamspinner Press on March 12th.
I’m a big sucker for good book covers, and especially for drawn covers. It’s very fortunate for me that some fantastic artists work for Dreamspinner Press and I’ve been very lucky with my covers. The cover for Secret Chemistry (by Anne Cain) was a winner in the 2013 Rainbow Awards: fifth (tie): Best LGBT Cover – Illustration.
I love all the covers the various artists created for my books and each of them holds a special place in my heart. For the cover of The Wolf and His Diva, I wanted to display a tender scene, but it should also have a certain cuteness factor to it. A lot of people like hot covers the most, I know that. I’m ticking differently—I like the cute ones the best.
Paul Richmond created a gorgeous illustration with Billy cradled in George’s hands. I love how both of them sport a small smile and the way they gaze at each other. Also, the light colors in the background are great; they lend warmth to the image.
Paul sent me a black and white sketch at first:
![WolfandHisDiva[The]1](http://andrewqgordon.files.wordpress.com/2014/03/wolfandhisdivathe1.jpg)
My kids (especially my daughter) loved the sketch so much that she asked me if she could color it in. Of course I said yes—after much internal squeeing. This is the result:
How about you? What kind of covers draw you in? Photos or illustrations? The hot and smexy? Inquiring minds want to know! 
Oh, and below is the finalized version of the cover.
![WolfandHisDiva[The]2](http://andrewqgordon.files.wordpress.com/2014/03/wolfandhisdivathe2.jpg)
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Blurb:
George Owens is comfortable with his life just the way it is. A wolf- and fox-shifter, George leads a reclusive lifestyle with his energetic and diva-ish mate Billy, a fox-and squirrel-shifter.
George has no desire to take over leadership of the pack, despite his father’s wishes. Edward Owens is feeling his age and wants to make sure the pack is in good hands should he not be able to win his next challenge. However, George is adamant that he wants no part of it.
But events rock George from his complacency, and he realizes he has to take a stand and fight for what he cares about. If he remains in the past and cannot change in order to do what he must, he risks losing everything he loves.
Excerpt:
After pushing his snout through the snow-covered entrance of the den, George sniffed. He sucked in deep gulps of crisp air, enjoying the slight burn deep in his lungs. He had no desire to be anywhere but there, in Alaska.
Contentment engulfed every pore of his being, and for the past few days, he’d not wasted one thought on his father, Edward, or his pack. Or the fact that Edward and his pack wanted him to take over the pack and become its leader.
Sometimes, George wished his pack would work like most others—the strongest wolf takes the pack. Just his luck that the Owens pack set great value on passing the leadership from father to heir, preferably to a male heir. Of course, that didn’t mean another wolf couldn’t become their leader, but that wasn’t the way their pack liked things to be done.
George shook his head, sneezed, and then climbed out of the den in his fox-form, scanning the area for any sign of danger. He couldn’t detect anything remotely dangerous and circled around to the entrance, leaving footprints in the snow. Small heaps of snow crumpled inside, and right on cue, he heard a plaintive hiss.
Watch what you’re doing! Billy called, using their telepathic connection.
George walked back, stuck his head through the hole that marked the entrance to their den, and looked for his mate. Billy was busy pawing at his left flank, trying to get rid of some stray snowflakes that had dared to fall upon him. George took a moment to drink in the sight of his graceful mate. Billy’s brilliant red fur stood out against the dark background of their den, and his pristine, white belly gleamed.
George’s own coat had a more brownish hue to it, and even though he had the characteristic black socks and ear-tips, neither his belly nor the tip of his tail was white-furred. Instead, these parts were covered in a light-gray fur.
In George’s eyes, Billy was the most beautiful fox-shifter he’d ever met.
Billy huffed when it became clear he couldn’t reach the snow. Instead, he shook himself vigorously, eliciting a yip from George. Billy gazed up at him with his head cocked to one side.
Oh, dear. You’re wearing your gooey look. When did you get to be so overly sentimental anyway? You weren’t like that when we first met.
George skidded back into the den and rubbed his head against Billy’s. A lot has changed since we first met, don’t you think?
Yeah, there’s that.
Are you complaining? George asked.
Billy’s tail stood up high in the air; only the white tip swished from one side to the other, always a sign of excitement.
Well, I don’t know about you, but I wouldn’t mind spending some time somewhere else. Like… let’s say inside, perhaps.
You are inside, George replied.
He pushed himself up on his hind paws and used his momentum to shove Billy on the ground, underneath him. Even for a fox, Billy was small, something Billy didn’t like George to comment on.
Billy pressed both hind paws against George’s belly while he angled with his forepaws for George’s neck. George nudged his face aside before gently licking from Billy’s snout to his chest, grooming him.
See? That’s what I mean! I know you’re all for the big wilderness and all that but… can’t we go home and have sex on a bed? You remember what’s it ’s like, right? A real bed, I mean?
Images flashed up in front of George’s inner eye, images of Billy in his human-form—a small, lithe man with finely toned muscles everywhere and the most beautiful green-blue eyes. Oh, and he also had the thickest, albeit softest, auburn hair George had ever felt.
Hello-ho! You’re doing it again! Billy singsonged.
George nipped sharply at Billy’s left ear. I’m old. I’m allowed to be sentimental.
Billy snorted. You’re forty-three. That’s not old.
You’re twenty-eight. I’m from the Stone Age in comparison to you. I even have the gray hair to prove it.
Dork, Billy said with a great deal of affection in his voice. Come on, George, please. I want to eat a warm meal. I want to sleep in a comfortable bed with you curled around me. I want you to make love to me in our bed, not on a hard and frozen ground.
We padded our den. You’re not lying on frozen ground, George retorted, then made the mistake of gazing into Billy’s eyes. He sighed and surrendered. All right, we’ll go home.
Oh, splendid! Billy crooned. After flipping onto his side, he bounced to his feet. He was already climbing out of their den when he called, Last one home has to cook!
Hey! George shouted.
He received no answer. After crawling out of the den himself, he searched for Billy’s paw prints in the snow and gave chase.
Chris T. Kat
Chris T. Kat lives in the middle of Europe, where she shares a house with her husband of many years and their two children. She stumbled upon the M/M genre by luck and was swiftly drawn into it. She divides her time between work, her family—which includes chasing after escaping horses and lugging around huge instruments such as a harp—and writing. She enjoys a variety of genres, such as mystery/suspense, paranormal, and romance. If there’s any spare time, she happily reads for hours, listens to audiobooks or does cross stitch.
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March 11, 2014
My Guardian Angel Is A Cockblocker – 10
My Guardian Angel Is A Cockblocker – Part 10
Alex rested his head in the crook of Austin’s neck and enjoyed the feel of Austin’s hands running slowly along the skin of his back. He tugged at the hem of Austin’s shirt and slid his hands under the cool fabric.
With his eyes closed, he imaged the place where tan skin ended and a paler patch began. It might be mid-autumn, but he was certain Austin still had a tan line. He moaned softly when Austin slid his fingers down and wedged them beneath Alex’s boxers.
Lifting his head, he sought Austin’s lips with his and pressed them together. His tongue met Austin’s and they took turns exploring the other’s mouth. The deep kiss only fanned his arousal and he ground hard against Austin’s hips.
To Alex, their kiss lasted an eternity, with neither willing to break the connection. Austin finally pulled back slightly and Alex used the break to catch his breath. Only then did he realize his hand had snaked under Austin’s underwear and rested on the slightly furry skin beneath.
“At the risk of offending you,” Austin said in a husky whisper. “The bed would be far more comfortable.”
Squeezing the tight muscles under his fingers, Alex kissed Austin before he let go. “Why…would…I…be…offended?”
Austin didn’t answer – at least not with words. Instead he tugged on Alex’s hand, leading him to the dark bedroom. He led Alex to the foot of the bed set against the back wall. Moving to his right, Austin positioned Alex with his back to the bed. Leaning in, Austin used his weight to force them both onto the mattress.
Trying to maintain their kiss, the pair inched their way back onto the double bed. Austin climbed on top of Alex and after a few more kisses, started to unbutton his light green oxford. After three buttons, Austin gave up and pulled it and the tee shirt over Alex’s head and tossed the clothes onto the floor.
In one fluid motion, he stripped off his own shirt and pressed their bare chests together. The hair on Austin’s chest rubbing against him added further stimulation to Alex’s already hypersensitive skin. He kissed Austin with a hunger he’d rarely felt and never gave into before.
Austin matched Alex’s passion, grinding their bodies together. He used his free hand to pinch Alex’s nipple and when he broke their kiss began to nip at Alex’s ear.
Although he enjoyed Austin taking control, Alex wanted to explore a bit more so flipped Austin onto his back kissed his way down the hairy chest. He spent time teasing each nipple and adjusted his efforts based on how Austin moaned. Before moving further, he unbuckled Austin’s belt and tugged open the top button on his jeans. Kissing the tight stomach muscles, he slowly pulled the zipper down.
Alex slid the jeans down, sitting up to help Austin out of them. His intention of running his lips over the outline in Austin’s boxers was thwarted when Austin sat up and started to undo Alex’s jeans. Once both pair of jeans lay on the floor, they lay side–by–side and Alex slid his fingers inside the waistband of Austin’s underwear.
“You know, if you remove my boxers, you’re going to have to spend the night.” Austin kissed Alex’s ear before he could answer.
He felt Austin’s fingers inching their way under the waistband of his cotton boxers. Their faces inches apart, Alex stared into Austin’s deep brown eyes. “What happens if I let you take off mine first?”
“Do you want to find out?”
Alex raised his hips slightly and resumed their kiss. He felt Austin slowly nudge the boxers over his cheeks and run his hand around to free the fabric where it hooked on Alex’s hard on. When his cock was free, he lowered himself back onto the bed. The slow journey of his underwear down his legs ended with Austin using his foot to free Alex’s legs.
Staring over, Alex gave Austin a quick kiss. “So what happens now?”
Austin wiggled his groin against Alex’s. “Now you get to take off mine and we spend the rest of the night with our cloths on the floor.”
Smirking, Alex helped Austin’s boxer briefs find a home on the hard wood floor beside the bed. “So either way I was spending the night.”
“Was their any doubt?”
“Not in my mind.”
* * *
Alex woke with a jolt and sat up, pulling the covers off Austin’s torso in the process. The moment of panic when he didn’t recognize the surroundings eased back when he felt a hand on his back.
“Are you okay?” Austin rubbed Alex’s back.
Scanning the dark room for what woke him, he felt something hit the wards protecting the apartment. When it happened again, he jumped out of the bed in search of his pants.
“Alex? What’s wrong?”
He ignored the question when he felt his phone vibrating in the denim pocket. Pulling it out, he saw Donny’s name on the caller ID and tapped ‘accept.’
“Donny! What’s happening?”
“You need to get out of there! It’s a trap!” Alex heard something in the background. “Fall back and defend here!”
“What’s going on? Are you okay?”
“There are way more than one helcor and there are at least two demon’s leading this attack.” Hearing his cousin’s heavy breathing, he felt guilty he’d pressured Donny into letting him stay at Austin’s place. “Dad’s gathering every available helsin and angel in the area, but we need you back in your room. Those wards are stronger and will hold until your father can bring support.”
“Alex?” Austin stood inches away wearing only his boxer. “What’s going on?”
Pulling his attention from Austin’s nearly naked body, he shook off a new wave of guilt. “I don’t need to hide, I can help.”
“No!” Donny yelled so loud, Alex pulled the phone back from his head. “I’m sending Nicholas to get you away.”
Austin touched Austin’s shoulder. “Where are you going?”
The image of his cousin fighting for his life “You need all help you can get. Let me….”
“Alex, please! Don’t argue! There isn’t time. As soon as it’s safe, Nicholas is going to get you out of there.”
“Alex, you can’t go.” Austin’s touch was more insistent. “Stay here, please.”
“I can’t.” He stepped into his jeans so fast he almost fell over.
“Why not? What did your cousin say?”
“I…I can’t explain, but I’m…I need to go.”
Alex picked up his shoes and not bothering to find his socks, slid them on. He scan the room for his shirt, but Austin stepped in front of him.
“Why…what’s wrong.”
The shirt and tee shirt lay just behind Austin and he reached around to collect them. Slipping the pair over his head, he ignored the buttons. “I…I’m not who you think. If I can, I’ll come back and explain. If I can’t….”
“Wait!” Austin grabbed his arm. “Don’t go.”
“I have to.”
“Please, just wait.”
Alex felt another attack on the protection and noticed Austin seemed to feel it too. That shouldn’t be possible. Remembering what Donny said, he pulled away.
Nicholas appeared in the room and wrapped his arms around Alex. “We’re leaving. Now!”
Austin reached for him, but Alex felt the telltale signs of teleportation. “I need to tell you something. I’m….”
Nicholas shifted them out of the apartment in mid sentence. When Alex blinked, he found himself in his room.
“No!” He shouted helplessly as the wards flared to life.
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March 9, 2014
Something New – Audio ‘Books’ of my flash fiction.
I’m trying some of the nifty toys that come with an Mac – and am going to try to create audio ‘books’ for my flash fiction. I’m starting with Purpose – A New Beginning – because it’s finished. I’ve recorded, added music and uploaded Chapter 1 today. My plan is to create a separate page for every story and post all audio chapter there. But I’ll release them one by one and then collect them all on the page at the end.
So here is Purpose – A New Beginning Chapter 1 – Audio ‘Book’
Download: purpose-a-new-beginning.mp3
If you listen to the chapter please give me some feed back. They take a bit of work, so knowing whether people like them or not would be really helpful. A simple like would be good feed back if you like it. If you don’t, it would be really helpful if you could just say – don’t like it – more detailed comment would be better, but I’ll take what I can get.
Thanks
