Flash Fiction from BA, Julia, Sean and Kiernan
Today we're doing super flashy flash fic! Tiny snippets of original love from BA, Julia, Kiernan and Sean
Sean Michael
Brook loved waking up before Seth. It let him simply look.
His lover’s face was soft in the morning sunlight, Seth looking younger as if sleep stole all his cares from him during the night. The long lashes left shadows on Seth’s cheeks, and a half smile quirked one side of the plump lips.
If he was a writer, Brook would write odes to Seth’s lips. He’d write about the kisses that moved the earth, but mostly he’d write about the ones that simply were, the ones that were soft and gentle, and the ones that were quick, fleeting. His poems would make everyone jealous of him, that he was the one who got to share kisses with Seth.
He wasn’t a writer, though. Just a lover.
Leaning in, he stole one of those simple kisses he loved so much and when he was done, Seth’s eyes were open and that half smile was full.
Brook loved waking up with Seth.
Brook and Seth are from A New Way to Dance.
Kiernan Kelly
Snow by Kiernan Kelly
Releasing September 15th from Changeling Press
https://www.changelingpress.com/
I have a new release coming September 15th from Changeling Press. It’s a short story called “Snow” and is my version the story of Snow White. By which I mean there’s lots of irreverence, humor, and hot sex. Did I mention the hot sex?
Flash Fiction:
Deep bass notes thrummed in Snow’s bones as a new song began to play. The music in this place was unlike any he’d heard before. It was compelling; it stirred his blood, and appealed to his baser nature.
Which, if he were starkly honest, wasn’t all that difficult to do. He was, at best, a creature of primitive wants and desires. That those wants and desires were usually sated while swaddled in silks and furs wasn’t his fault. He didn’t ask to be born a prince. He also didn’t ask for a stepmother who consistently tried to have him killed, but it is what it is.
Of course, his familial history no longer mattered, not here in the Mine Shaft, the bar where he danced for coin.
He closed his eyes, wrapped his hands around the sleek metal pole, and hoisted himself up into the air, and gave himself over to the music.
Blurb:
Snow is a prince born of most unusual circumstances, who carries a whole lot of trouble on his shoulders. His stepmother hates him, his father’s been murdered, there have been numerous attempts on his life, and it’s not even noon yet.
The latest man sent to kill Snow adds a new problem to the list – Hunter is so hot, Snow can’t seem to keep his hands off, which is distracting when you’re trying to stay alive. His day goes from bad to worse when an encounter with a beastly creature sends Snow through a magic portal into a new world where he’s forced to take a job as an exotic dancer at the Mine Shaft, a bar run by seven little men.
It’s up to Hunter to find Snow and bring him home, and up to the two of them to keep their hands off each other long enough to save Snow’s kingdom and bring down his evil stepmother once and for all.
Julia Talbot
Hey y’all! This ficlet is about Dalion and Clint, from Fairweather Fiends, out now from Changeling Press!
Clint stared at Dal, who was lounging on a long leather couch, feet hanging over the side. The hotel was an antique from mining days, and the furnishings looked about that old, as well. “So, are we actually gonna do any ghosthunting on this ghosthunting trip?”
“Is that like that line in Jurassic Park? Are there going to be dinosaurs on the tour?” Dal’s smile said Clint was about to get fucked with. And not in the fun, spanky way.
“Hey, I could be getting work done,” Clint murmured. Houses didn’t just flip themselves. “Instead, I end up hauling equipment around for you.” Demons. They were so needy.
Dalion slid one hand down his flat belly, a motion Clint watched with interest. “Mmm. Well, maybe we should get a room. Make a wee vacay out of it.”
Clint licked his lips, suddenly way more interested in old hotels. “Oh, I think we should.”
BA Tortuga
Stoney looked over at his napping husband, shaking his head. A gay-friendly resort. Out here in the boonies. Christ on a sparkly pink pogo stick.
It had been a stupid idea. Ridiculous.
But it had worked, hadn't it?
Twelve weddings, three team-building deals, eighteen couples booked for a fucking romantic Valentines Day ski and hot chocolate fest. They were full for July Fourth for two years, already.
Lord have mercy, he was overwhelmed and busy and happy and so fucking proud...
Ford cracked an eye. "Babe, you're thinking again."
"I'm allowed."
"Nah, overthinking is my job. You're a cowboy of action." Ford reeled him in and held him close. "It's snowing. We're alone. The door is locked. Surely you can find something fun to do."
Stoney leaned over, bit Ford's bottom lip. "I reckon."
His phone began to ring and he reached back, turned it off. The ranch could wait
Stoney and Ford are in Commitment Ranch, from Dreamspinner Press. They also feature in the upcoming Finding Mr. Wright which is on preorder here!
Here is Commitment Ranch
Hope y'all enjoyed today!
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