Friday, 28 October 2016

Hump in the Night - a Paranormal Anthology for Halloween

Terrible Name
Great Book

Five stories of paranormal love between unlikely partners.

This is the fourth peep at the stories in this anthology. On the eve of the final battle between good and evil one angel and one demon would rather make love than war

The first post that gives you a taste of "That's Where He Died" can be found Here The Second, Dance With Me is here and Lone Wolf here

Son of Angels

Dema’s claws dug into Meri’el’s shoulders, pinning him to the bed as he took the last thrusts that sent his hot cum shooting deep inside the screaming, writhing angel. Then, with a grunt of satisfaction, he roughly withdrew and collapsed across his shuddering and whimpering lover.
For a time Meri’el continued to gasp and cry out, as Dema’s sperm burned him and sent sharp slivers of intensely pleasurable pain into his gut. Dema stroked his face and hair tenderly as he watched his feverish thrashings. The first time he’d released inside his angel, Dema had panicked, thinking he was dying, that he’d irreparably damaged the seemingly fragile body of his lover. When Meri’el had suddenly and violently recovered and gave him the fucking of his life, he realised that he’d done him no lasting harm at all, but provided him with an intense experience that was as much a drug to him as his semen was to Dema, albeit in a very different way.
And so Dema waited patiently until the shuddering eased and the breathing evened and the heart stopped racing. Then, he leaned down and teased Meriel’s lips until they opened to receive him, and Meri’el’s arms reached up to encircle him, gently holding him.
“Feel good?” Dema murmured.

“Oh, yes,” came the breathless response.

Dance With Me

That's Where He Died

The Curse

Lone Wolf

The final story "The Curse" will be shared in full on Sunday

Wednesday, 26 October 2016

Wednesday Briefs - Demon Chapter Thirty Six

This week we had free reign, with no prompt. As you are all aware. I like pretty pictures, so I chose this one to go with my brief this week

I've tried hard to find out the original source of the picture but failed. IF anyone knows please let me know so I can credit, otherwise I hope the artist of this amazing piece of art will forgive me

Why is Castien’s father yelling? Why is King Aleric here? Why is my father here? Am I ill? Am I…?
“Please, stop,” Castien begs. “You’ll wake Tian. This is no place for this. Can we not at least retire to somewhere more private where we will not−”
“Be silent.”
That voice. Can it be?
“How dare you give orders to my son. He is Crown Prince of The Kingdom and answers to no one but me.”
“Father, please, I can handle this.”
“I said, be silent,” the voice snarls, and I force my weary body into movement as the Druid strikes my beloved across the face with the back of his hand. Twice now I have been helpless to aid when someone has hurt him this way.
Castien stumbles and his father roars. “What is this? You invite us here to treat, then stand idle while this peasant assaults my son? Castien has suffered nothing but hurt since he first set foot on your soil. I will have no more. Consider the alliance at an end. We will return to our kingdom and there will be no more communication between us. Lay one more finger on my son and you’ll be fortunate indeed if you do not have war.”
“Aleric please, be calm. Druid, give us a moment. Our guests are not familiar with our customs. Please give us some time to discuss this.”
“There is no time. There is nothing to discuss. The Druach will come with me. We will leave at once.”
“Please stop.”
Everyone turns to me and Castien, seeming close to tears, throws himself into my arms. Careless of the pain I embrace him.
“Be easy, my love. I don’t know what’s happening but we can resolve it. I will protect you.”
“He is no longer yours to protect. Boy, come with me before I lose my patience.”
“I don’t understand.” My heart begins to beat in painful rhythm. Why is the Druid here? Why is he trying to take Castien from me?
“Tian….” My mother gazes at me with stricken, helpless eyes. “The Druid says your bonded is Druach.”
“They keep saying that,” Castien says, his voice revealing deep distress. “I don’t know what it means. I haven’t done anything.”
I swallow hard, the bottom falling out of my world. “No, it’s not something you’ve done. Is it true?” For the first time in my life I meet the eyes of the most powerful man in our world. Once, when I was very young, the Druid was often a guest at our home. I believe he was once a friend of my parents. Now, he remains secluded in the deep woods and comes only when the need is dire. Once, he was a kind man who would tell me stories and show me wonders in small magics. Now, he is hard and cold. I see his thoughts clearly in his eyes. He will take Castien and there is nothing I can do.
“You would accuse me of lying?”
I shake my head. “No. Must you take him now?”
“Take me? He’s not taking me anywhere.”
To have Castien look at me with such dismay and even fear, breaks my heart. I would fight to my last breath to hold on to him if I could, and even now my heart is breaking in my breast, but the Druid can be denied nothing, and if Castien is Druach….
“I’m sorry, old friend,” my father says softly. There’s such great sadness in his tone it shocks me. “I’m sorry your wounds have not healed, but I cannot let my son or my country suffer for it. I cannot permit you to take Prince Castien to the Cave of Winds.”
“You,” the Druid says, his voice low and deadly, “have no power to prevent it.”
“Castien is not of this land. He is here under my protection, under promise to treat and that is a sacred bond that transcends our duty to you and your power over us, and him. In addition, he is my son’s bonded. The bond has already been formed and I do not consent to it being severed.”
The Druid’s head snaps to me and he glares at me – and Castien in my arms. He snarls at me but I refuse to shrink before him. Castien is trembling but he faces the Druid just as bravely.
“The power of the Druid is bound to the land. Nothing transcends.”
“If we have war with The Kingdom, if the Dark Brotherhood rises in the South, soon there will be no land to be bound to, that is not polluted and dead,” my father says, his voice low, but clearly expressing his passion. I hold my breath and cling to Castien.
“It is because of the situation with the Dark Brotherhood that the Druach must be invested and trained as soon as possible. It is our best chance.”
“And you believe someone with no knowledge of our ways, no connection with our land and no free will or intent could ever be our best chance?”
“I have ways.”
“I have no doubt, but every one of them would limit his power. Time is short, I accept, but not so short that we cannot take some to explain and prepare.”
The Druid glances between my father, me and Castien.
“I beg you,” my mother says, drawing the Druid’s attention. “We were friends once. You knew love. My heart bleeds that you lost it but you must remember. I beg of you, please for the sake of your own lost love, do not steal away my son’s.”
A look of incredible anguish crosses his face, but then he hardens. “I will give you three days to discuss the terms. On the third day, the Druach will come to the Cave of Winds whether you approve or not. The bonding will be broken, as will the Druach’s connection with his old life.”

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Saturday, 22 October 2016

On Fire by Alicia Nordwell


Nothing beats getting out of the concrete jungle and into the quiet of the forest. Website designer Scottie Ness is taking a well-deserved vacation from the grindstone, and he plans to spend it in the solitude of Washington’s Gifford Pinchot National Forest around Mt. Adams. He’s prepared for everything—except the lightning storm that traps him in a wildfire.

The firefighter who rescues him sustains serious injuries and ends up in the hospital. Jax Quintero might be abrasive, but the guy saved his life, and Scottie wants to thank him. As they spend time together during Jax’s recovery and exploring the state’s landmarks when he’s released from the hospital, Scottie discovers there’s more to Jax than a smart-ass adrenaline junkie. Jax reassesses his opinion of Scottie as an arrogant city boy who has no business in the mountains. Though Jax’s wounds prevent them from taking things as far as they’d like for a while, they can’t deny the heat building between them—and this is one fire they don’t want to put out.

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Scottie pulled off his headlamp and scrubbed his face and head with one hand, trying to wipe away the sleepiness still plaguing him. When he opened his eyes, the first tinges of yellow stained the paler blue, highlighting a thin layer of clouds laying over the peaks and glaciers of the mountain. He snapped shot after shot, panning the camera to create a panorama. At one point, the clouds looked like golden fluff, the sun’s rays shooting through the moisture and setting it afire.
By the time the sun had risen fully, he’d taken nearly four hundred pictures. Hopefully he’d get enough to make a panorama plus a few nice shots of the sun’s light breaking into rays behind the mountain. He carefully folded up his tripod, cleaning the dirt out of the tips before he put it away. The camera bag fit against his hip and he slung his pack on his back. It was a lot to carry, but his dad’s second favorite saying was “Better safe than sorry.”
He chuckled. As a teen he’d hated what he viewed as nagging, but now he got it, and, more often than not, said them himself. Switching out the lenses again, he made his way down the trail, stopping to take pictures of a bunch of orange and red Indian Paintbrushes and the pretty purple stripes decorating the delicate white petals of the Grass Widow flower. The knees of his jeans were filthy by the time he made it back down to the gravel road. He whistled as he walked, scrambling through the wash that marked the end of the drivable section of the road.
First order of business once he reached camp was to appease the angry growling of his stomach. Scottie pulled out the spray butter from the ice chest and slathered a few slices of bread. They sizzled in the pan over his propane camp stove until they were crispy on one side. He grabbed an iced coffee out of the cooler and sat down. He’d forgotten to fold up his chair the night before, so it was damp, but his pants were already dirty anyway.
Biting off the crusts and then peeling off the softer back side of the bread, Scottie saved the buttery, crispy tops of the toast for last. He licked his greasy fingers and downed the last of the iced mocha. He splashed some water in the pan and washed it with his fingers, tossing out the dirty water at the far edge of the trees.

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The number one question folks ask Alicia when she shares she's a MM romance author: "Why gay fiction? Why write men when you're a woman?" and her answer is: "Why the hell not!" Alicia Nordwell is one of those not so rare creatures, a reader turned writer. Striving to find an interesting story one day, she decided to write what she wanted instead. Then the voices started... Yep, not only does she talk about herself in the third person for bios, she has voices in her head constantly clamoring to get out. Fortunately, with the encouragement of her family and friends, she decided for her own sanity to keep writing.

Now you can find her stories both free and e-published. When she’s not on the computer typing away, she's a wife and a mom of two in the dreary, yet ideal for her redhead complexion, Pacific Northwest. Except for when she disappears into one of the many worlds in her head, of course! She can also be found quite often at her blog, where she has a lot of free fiction for readers to enjoy or working hard, or maybe hardly working, as an admin on under her online nickname, Cia.

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Hump in the Night - A Paranormal Anthology for Halloween. Taster Three

Terrible Name
Great Book

Five stories of paranormal love between unlikely partners.

This is your third peep at the stories in this unique anthology. We've had a ghost, a vampire, now a werewolf who knows what might be next.

The first post that gives you a taste of "That's Where He Died" can be found Here The Second, Dance With Me is here

Lone Wolf

I close my eyes and let them fill with cornflower blue. Letting my hands run over my chest, I imagine they are his. I have both nipples pierced, my one real rebellion against my parents, and my status. No one knows about them, of course, but it’s all the sweeter for it.
Letting out my breath in a long sigh I hook my fingers into the rings and pull. Ahh, the sweet pain. My back arches, and my breath hisses from my lips. I groan and squirm as my cock starts to throb in earnest. I may not yet be a man in the eyes of the pack, but have a man’s needs, a man’s desires.
Among our kind, the females become fertile on every full moon, and, unless they are mated and marked, they are secluded, away from the men, who prowl and posture and fight over the unattached girls who, if they wish, can accept any offer – for one night or a lifetime – hold themselves out as the prize in the fighting.
When the men scent the hormones released by the females at this time, they become insatiably horny. They seclude themselves for hours at a time, pleasuring themselves. That has never happened to me and I thought it never would, but this sure feels the way they described. Even though it isn’t near the full moon I find myself growing desperate a dozen times a day and have to run away from whatever I’m doing, or else be driven insane, waiting until I can.
I feel hot, my whole body prickling. Shucking out of my shirt feels good, but not good enough. Breathing hard, I continue twisting my nipple ring with one hand as I let the other roam down over my belly, to slip under the belt of my jeans. Oh hell that feels good. A little lower and a little more and a little more, and-- “Ah.” My yelp is very wolfish, and very obvious. There are sounds wolves make only during sex and, try as I might, I can’t suppress them, even when the only sex I’m having is with myself… which is always. Just as well my room’s away from the more populated areas of the great hall.

Biting down hard on the whimpers, I twist my body so I can get my hand further into my jeans and slide my fingers down the length of my cock, and back to squeeze the head and run my nails over the sensitive skin, deliberately catching them in the slit. It’s another delicious pain. I only wish I could bend like a true wolf and take it between my teeth. Thinking of it, I let my claws slide out and pierce the skin.

Dance With Me

That's Where He Died

The Curse

Son of Angels

 More snippets to come, with a full story at the end. Keep tuned

Monday, 17 October 2016

Hump in the Night - A Paranormal Anthology for Halloween

Terrible Name
Great Book

Five stories of paranormal love between unlikely partners.

This is your second peep at the stories in this unique anthology. Last time we had a ghost, this time a vampire, who knows what might be next.

The first post that gives you a taste of "That's Where He Died" can be found Here

Dance With Me

Kia’s nipples are already highly sensitive, aided by desire and the chemical stimulation, pumping through his veins, but when Aster first blows on them, then flick them with the tip of his tongue, Kia squeals and bucks. Aster bites him and he squirms.
“Oh, God,” he gasps. “Yes… yes.”
“Would you like me to pierce one for you?”
“What?” Kia is too lost in pleasure to comprehend, let alone answer the question. Aster smiles and his fangs descent. Needle sharp, they have no difficulty sliding right through the nipple without Kia really being aware that it has happened. He’s aware, though, when Aster closes his mouth and tugs.
“Ah fuck, fuck. What the hell--?” Moaning, he flings his head about and his fingers clutch at the soft velvet of the bead-spread.
Aster withdraws his fang and moves quickly to Kia’s lips, sliding up his body like a great snake. He kisses him deeply, as Kia’s hands claw at his back. Lapping with his tongue he teases Kia, who writhes under him, arching his back and raising his hips so their erect cocks engage in something between a fencing battle and a dance.
“Ssh now, we’ve a way to go yet.” Aster leaks a drop of enzyme into his mouth and Kia gasps, going completely still. “Lie quiet now, relax. I will make it good for you; I will make it all good for you. Just a little to begin with. If you want this to stop then tell me and I will. We have time. We have all the time in the world.”

Lone Wolf

That's Where He Died

The Curse

Son of Angels

 More snippets to come, with a full story at the end. Keep tuned

Wednesday, 12 October 2016

Wednesday Briefs Demon Chapter Thirty Five

I seem to have made a mistake and completely left out Chapter Thirty One. No idea how that might have happened. I have therefore gone back and changed what was previously Chapter Thirty One so it now contains Chapters Thirty One and Thirty Two. If you're interested you can go back and read the new expanded chapter.

And yet another week has flown by. Things have calmed down and I'm starting to relax. But, as one of my favourite songs says "Life has a funny way of creeping up on you" (Ironic with Alanis Morissette so I'm not getting complacent.

This week I chose a really pretty prompt, although Castien won't think it's so pretty when it's...oh, you'll need to wait a week to find out what it does to our pretty prince.

It’s been a nightmare. Definitely not what I’d hoped for in my first visit to Tian’s home. First, Lord Trevithick; then this. Tian was hurt because of me. He’s going to be scarred for life, because he tried to protect me from something I didn’t need protection from.
They’re all going crazy because I didn’t get burned. The pollen was tested on my father, and it burned him. It’s nothing genetic apparently, but as hard as they’ve tried they haven’t been able to burn me anywhere.
The last few days have been horrendous. I’ve spent as much time as I can with Tian, although I was never left in peace. There was always someone wanting something. I understood that the healers needed to keep a close eye on Tian, and change his bandages often. I could also understand that I am expected to spend time with Tian’s family and advisors in the spirit of diplomacy. What I really hated were the endless hours spent with the healers, trying to discover why I am immune to the starflower pollen.
In the process, they discovered I’m apparently immune to a lot of Coedwen’s toxins. I wasn’t too happy when I found out exactly what they’d been testing on me, but as it all proved harmless I couldn’t kick up too much fuss, especially as father encouraged it in the spirit of diplomacy.
The protesters, who caused all this in the first place haven’t been caught yet, but the whole town is in uproar about it, apparently. We’re shielded here. Most of the time the only ruckus is made by the damned squirrels on the roof of Tian’s room. I’m told it’s the only place they run. Just my luck.
It was so good to finally speak to Tian. I didn’t realize how scared I was that he would never wake. Now his sleep is sweet and I know that soon his eyes will smile at me again.
A disturbance outside the door draws my attention. The squirrels are quiet for once and I am startled by the abrupt ending of the peace.
I rise hurriedly when the door bursts open and a man strides in. He is tall, with long brown hair twisted into braids, and a beard, also braided, that reaches to his belt. He is dressed in travel-dusty hunter garb and has not even taken time to remove his cloak. At first, I think it might be a previously absent member of Tian’s family, come to check on him, but it is quickly established that is not the case.
The man strides across the room, followed by distinctly nervous-looking healers. He strikes the ground once with the butt of his staff, which I notice for the first time. I find it strangely disquieting, but I can’t say why. It is plain, but for the finial which is carved into an intricate triangular shape, that I have seen many times before in Coedwen. I shall have to remember to ask Tian what it means as it clearly has some significance. The center of the triangle has been cut out, and in the hole is set the most spectacular diamond I have ever seen. It is pear shaped, the point facing up. Many facets catch and throw the light, dim as it is here. Strangely, I can’t look directly at it. Something about the glittering crystal makes me tremble inside.
“Who are you?” the man demands, taking me by surprise.
“I am Prince Castien, of The Kingdom, Prince Tian’s bonded.”
The man sneers. “Not anymore.”
A flash of anger shoots through me. Who is he to say this? But then I meet his eyes and the anger is replaced by fear. “Who are you? What do you mean?”
Before the man can answer, there is another commotion at the door and the healers move aside to admit Tian’s father and mother.
“Druid, what is this about?”
“You have allowed a Druach to become bonded with your son,” the man thunders.
“A Druach? No, you are mistaken. This boy is Crown Prince of The Kingdom. He has never set foot in Coedwen before.”
“Fool. Druachs are not confined to Coedwen. Once, the lands of Coedwen and The Kingdom were one. Druachs were not forced to follow when you moved on.”
“There are Druachs in The Kingdom?” Both Tian’s parents, and the healers are staring at me now and to say I feel uncomfortable is a large understatement.
“What…? What’s a Druak?”
“A Druach is a fledgling Druid. They are rare.”
“Rare?” the newcomer thunders. “I was the last. I have been waiting.”
“You must be mistaken.” Tian’s mother doesn’t sound convinced. In fact she seems close to tears. My heart beats faster. I’m becoming more afraid by the minute.
“What is going on here?”
I am weak with relief to hear my father’s voice.
“Father. I am very confused. I don’t know what’s happening, but this man is challenging my right to be bonded to Tian.”
“And who are you to say so?” he booms, facing off with the forest man.
“I am Arawn, Druid.” He stops as if his words have conveyed self-evident meaning.
“So?” Father questions.
“The Druid is our…spiritual leader,” Tian’s father, Coel says, sounding nervous. “We rarely see him outside his grove. He−”
“I can speak for myself,” the Druid growls, shutting Coel down. “I am the Lord of the Wild and this is my new apprentice.” He waves his staff at me.
“Me? You’re crazy. I’m no one’s apprentice.”
“You are Druach,” he says, again as if his meaning is self-evident.
“What’s Druak?” King Aleric boomed.
“An apprentice Druid.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. Castien can’t be apprenticed to anyone. He’s Crown Prince. One day he will be king.”
“No,” the Druid says stubbornly, folding his arms across his ample chest. “He is Druach.”

“Aleric,” Coel says softly. “If what the Druid says is true, it’s not a matter of what Castien can or can’t be. It’s what he is.

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Monday, 10 October 2016

Hump In The Night

Terrible Name
Great Book

Five stories of paranormal love between unlikely partners.

That's Where He Died

On the night Shay was to propose to Tarian, they'd had a row and Tarian stormed out. He never returned - until today

That’s it… just there. That mark on the floor, by the wall. That’s where he died. That’s his blood. The stain’s fading now, soon it’ll be gone. Gone… like him.

Ah, he was beautiful. He was fiery and vibrant and sweet and oh, so beautiful. That was his downfall, I think. They were always jealous of him. All the way through school they were always ready with taunts and, sometimes, more physical things. But it never seemed to touch him; nothing bad did.

It’s my fault he’s dead. He’d have moved on. After university he’d have moved away. He’d had plenty of offers but he hadn’t taken any of them—because of me. I loved him, you see. I loved him and begged him not to go. He loved me and stayed. 

And what did he get for it? Nothing. I loved him. I wanted him, but I couldn’t… I just couldn’t tell him. I couldn’t show him. 

It’s there in my pocket, even now. A little box; and inside, sparkling diamonds nestled in a band of soft yellow gold. I was supposed to have given it to him that night. I’d chickened out and we’d had another row. He walked out and… never came back.

While I was pacing our flat, angry and hurt, cursing him - and myself - he was here, fighting for his life. Somewhere in this alley he was beaten by the same bullies who’d tormented him all his life. 
Fuelled by alcohol, they’d beaten and kicked him and, finally, left him bleeding out his life from the knife one of the cowards had driven into his back. Right there… there by the wall, in the middle of that stain, he’d taken his last breath. Alone.

Lone Wolf

Dance With Me

The Curse

Son of Angels

 More snippets to come, with a full story at the end. Keep tuned

Wednesday, 5 October 2016

Engineering Love by Jackie Nacht

Title: Engineering Love

Author: Jackie Nacht

Part of a series? If yes, can it be read as a standalone? No - standalone

Publisher: Rainbow Ninja Press

Release Date:
Early Download at Rainbow Ninja Press – 5 October 2016
Third Party Pre Order – 12 October 2016
General Release – 19 October 2016

Word Count: 20,802

Categories: M/M Romance, Gay Fiction, New Adult


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Short, sexy and sweet—where a little love goes a long way.
That’s the best way to describe Jackie Nacht’s stories. I was introduced to M/M Romance through my sister, Stephani, and read it for years. Then, I thought it was time to put my own stories on paper. I began writing short and sweet stories that ended with a happily ever after...and sometimes more than one, in the case of my YA Fork in the Road series, which has interactive endings.

Thinking back to my own book addiction, where there were many nights I stayed up way too late so I could read just one more chapter—yeah, right—I decided to write short romances for young adults as well as adults. Hopefully, they will give high school and college students, or working men and women something they can read during their lunch hour, in between classes or just when they want to briefly get away from the daily stresses of everyday life.

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When north meets south, sparks fly.

Adrian is a student from a northern college transferring to Georgia Tech. Used to seeing snowmobiles outnumbering the cars on campus, Adrian finds himself living in a state hotter than hell and feeling completely lost in the heart of Atlanta. A chance encounter introduces him to Davis who Adrian knows is trouble, but can’t help falling for.
Davis is the picture of big man on campus and oozes with confidence, at least until he meets Adrian.  Something about Adrian has Davis’s usual charm flying out of the window and everything goes from smooth to hell as Davis tries to make Adrian his own.
Between awkward dates, second-degree burns, study sessions, and snow, the two stumble their way into a relationship neither had planned. Will Davis give up the bachelor life to take a chance at a relationship with Adrian, or will he walk away from something special just to stick to his original plan?


Ten minutes until kickoff and it was like every person in the student body had showed up. Adrian was squished next to Mark and a girl wearing glitter tattoos on her cheeks. She and her friend were taking selfies, and somehow, Adrian got tugged into one.

“What’s your name?” the girl hollered.

He leaned in, yelling, “Adrian.”

“Mara.” She smiled over at him.

“Mara!” a guy called from behind them, then he landed on Adrian’s back.

“Careful, Davis!” Mara yelled.

Bending over from the weight of the guy, Adrian would have face-planted into the person in front of him if it hadn’t been for Mark grabbing his shirt. The fucking game hadn’t started, and he was about to be on the injury list. And Adrian wasn’t even playing in the game!

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” The guy on his back grabbed him and wrapped an arm around Adrian’s chest.
The person in front of him turned with a scowl on his face before he smirked at the man behind him and raised his hand. “Davis!”

Hands clapped over his head, and the damn bull in the china shop behind him still had his arm around Adrian.

The two chatted above him, and Adrian glanced over at Mark who was rolling his eyes. “That’s 

Oh yeah, because that explained everything. It’s Davis so it’s natural to start chatting it up with Adrian snuggled right in. Boundaries, people, boundaries. Apparently, tackle-boy Davis seemed to know everyone since people all around shouted his name. Adrian felt Davis’s deep chuckle and wondered why the hell he was still being held by him.

Adrian turned and glanced over his shoulder, then kind of wished he hadn’t. Davis was laughing while talking to the guy Adrian almost fell into before. Davis was hot… like hotter than Atlanta. Black hair and a five o’clock shadow around a strong jaw. Built enough to belong on the football field and damn, and he had light ice-blue eyes. Adrian had an urge to reach out and touch Davis’s face to make sure he was fucking real. The only thing that detracted from the model-perfect looks was a small scar on his bottom lip, which Adrian thought was sexy as hell. The white line bisected plump full lips, which made Adrian want to kiss it. And he shouldn’t be thinking that.
With a small twist of his arm, Adrian was free of Davis. He glanced back at him.

“Don’t trample the newb, Davis,” Luke hollered from down the row.

Davis’s blue eyes glinted in the noonday sun, and a crooked smile appeared on his face. Adrian felt like prey in the presence of a predator, trapped by a sea of fifty-five thousand people.

Wednesday Briefs. Demon Chapter Thirty Four

Gosh, Wednesdays come around fast. It will be Christmas before we know it! Then another year will have whizzed past.

This week I chose the prompt of squirrels on the roof because it made me laugh, and I was determined to fit it in somewhere. I wrote that scene around them and their big bird friend.

 When I recognize the Starbloom, I throw myself at Castien and knock it from his hands, but I am too late. The pod bursts, showering him with stardust. A few spores land on my arm and instantly burns. Castien steps back, rubbing his eyes, and hell breaks loose around us. I’m barely aware of the shouts, as I concentrate on Castien. If the spores have gone into his eyes, he will be blind. Ignoring the pain in my arm, I tear his hands away from his face.
“What’s going on?” Castien asks, dropping his hands and gazing around.
“Your face,” I gasp, my voice locked with shock.
“What’s wrong with my face?” Castien runs his hand over his perfect, unblemished skin.
“Nothing.” My hand trembles as my fingers brush over his cheek.
Castien frowns. “What’s wrong?”
“It didn’t burn you.”
“What didn’t? The pollen?”
“Stardust. It’s deadly. It burns.”
Castien’s brows draw together in confusion. “But it didn’t burn. Maybe it was a different flower that doesn’t burn.”
I shake my head and show him my arm. Instantly, his face changes, his eyes widening in shock and concern.
“By the Gods, Tian, you are injured. We must find a healer.”
“I’m alright.” I glance around, to see the guards have the situation contained. A number of men, and the young girl, are being led away.
“Castien, are you hurt?” Castien’s father appears at his side and, gripping his shoulders, turns him, eyes scanning him with deep concern.
“I’m fine, Father. Tian is hurt.”
“Let me see.” I jump as Father appears at my side and takes my arm, hissing through my teeth at the pain. “We must get you to a healer. Follow me,” he adds to Castien and his father. “We must get within the palace quickly.
I notice that my mother and sisters have already vanished through the gates and we hurry to follow. Castien hovers at my side as Father hurries me through the corridors to the healing quarters. It is not until we arrive that I realise Mother has joined our group. She clucks with concern as the chief healer tears off the arm of my shirt to examine the skin beneath. Other healers have hurried Castien away to examine him. His complaints keep me focussed as the healer probes the burns. I must not scream in front of my love.
I notice Father is gazing at Castien with a deep frown. I can’t help but remember his words on our ride. Is there something strange about Castien? Does he know? Is there something he isn’t telling me?
“This will hurt, my Prince,” the healer says, and he isn’t wrong. As he lays his hands over my arm heat radiates and my burns flare in a bright, hot pain that finally tears a scream from me, cut short when the pain shoots up my arm and switches off my brain.
I wake sometime later to the comforting sound of a ceiling fan. I smile at the sound of squirrels racing across the roof, their footsteps thundering like elephants. There is only one place where squirrels play so. I must be in my room, where overhanging branches provide a playground for not just squirrels. Indeed, as I lie and listen, lighter footsteps patter over the glass. and the fluting song of a temi bird float through the window. I have always wondered that such a large bird has so sweet a song.
“Tian. Are you awake?”
Castien’s worried voice draws me from my comfortable doze and I open my eyes to find him bending over my bed. I raise my hand to touch his face, but pain stops me. Memory returns in a rush and I allow my arm to fall back onto the bed.
“Don’t move your arm,” Castien cautions. “The healer says it will be fine in a few days, although you may have a scar. Don’t worry, I don’t care. Not that you will worry, but just in case….” Castien’s voice fades and he smiles. “I’m sorry. I’m babbling. I’ve been so worried.”
“How long have I been asleep.”
“Two days.”
“Two days?” Suddenly I am wide awake and struggle to sit up. The room spins around me and I fall back with Castien’s hand on my chest, encouraging me.
“Don’t panic. The healers made you sleep out the worst of the pain. “They came a little while ago and announced you fit to wake. They said your arm would be painful but bearable.”
I test my arm with a gentle movement and it hurts but not too much to bear.
“What happened?” My memory of the period just before I passed out is hazy. I remember the Starbloom and its deadly spores, but why was it ever presented to Castien.
“Apparently there is a movement that strongly objects to our alliance. They distrust us as much as my people distrust yours. Unfortunately, in your case the resistance is not confined to the Counsel. A group of rebels decided to take things into their own hands and get rid of me. Apparently they want to go further than break the alliance and go straight to all-out war. They thought that if they hurt me my father would retaliate and provide an excuse to imprison him and use him as a hostage to bring The Kingdom to its knees.”
“That’s outrageous. Were they apprehended?”
Castien frowns. “Those present were, but they have, so far, refused to give up their leaders. The allege they do not know them, and that may well be the case. Security has been increased, and our journey to Nestra has been delayed until our safety can be guaranteed.”
That I can understand. “I should─”
“No. What you should do is rest and heal. I will stay with you.”
Castien’s beautiful eyes are soft and shine with love. An itch at the back of my mind forces itself into my consciousness. “Your eyes. Your face. Why did the pollen not burn you?”

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Monday, 3 October 2016

What Am I Doing?

I'm sure there must be at least one person out there who's wondering what I'm getting up to, at least after reading this first sentence,

Well, as usual, I have about a dozen things on the go with not much getting done on any of them. I'm really trying to be good and narrow my focus, but I'm just not good at it. Not as bad as I am at business, marketing and promotion, but I'm trying hard to be better at those too. It's a case of groping in the dark but hey, when has groping ever been wrong, right? Well okay, sexual harassment is wrong but APART from that....

This is an update of the main things I'm working on


If you're as curious as Silver is about what the heck is going on in his world, read on

Enigma I is complete and won't be changed, other than being cleaned up a little bit.

Enigma II Fighting the Man - The new cover has been completed and we're due for a cover reveal very soon. Red has outdone himself and the cover is awesome.

Enigma III Friends and Lovers - This is complete and with Red for formatting. Red has started working on the cover but I haven't seen it yet.

We're looking to do a cover reveal on Enigma II in November with both I and II available free for a week/two week period before the release of III so everyone can get hold of the first two books before III hits them between the eyes.

For anyone who knows Silver and his friends, Book III will be more of the same but bigger. Ariel is getting into all kinds of trouble - most of which he brings on himself. River is getting things wrong, as usual, but at least he's trying. Ben is being a typical adolescent, and it backfires - big time. And Silver is...just being Silver.

Books IV and V are completed and will be coming in the New Year. Silver won't leave me alone and I'm already planning another book in which he goes on his first holiday and has a shocking phone call from his former Master.

New Releases

I have had one acceptance from Wayward Ink of a submission I made a while ago, which I hope will be released in the New Year

Angel's Heart is slightly different to my usual in that it is an outright romance.

Angel is a homeless whore with a bad heart
Sam is a feisty policeman who despises whores
When Sam is set to protect Angel from a murderer sparks fly.
Sam's open disgust slowly changes to something more as he learns to see past his own preconceptions and prejudices. When Angel meets and befriends a local teenager is Sam's anger really just about Angel's safety, or could it be jealousy.
As the murderer closes in, Sam's professionalism slips as he finally faces his feelings for Angel - but can Angel's heart take it?

I love Angel. He's a sweet boy with a big heart. It's a shame he's living on borrowed time with a heart condition he refuses to acknowledge. I can't promise he survives the book, but I'm sure he'll light your life before the end (of the book)

Current Projects


I'm almost finished revising an m/f  and m/m paranormal romance that I wrote some time ago. It's about vampires and angels, and is the first of a trilogy (at least it's expected to be). I'm not sure what I'm going to do with it when it's finished. I might go on to work on Book II (which has been written and completed) and Book III which has a lot of work to do and is about half finished.

Pretty Little Thing

Part I of a two part, young adult, contemporary romance series. This is finished, polished and ready to go.

This is one of my favourites. Not only are the characters endearing but I've explored all kinds of unconventional relationships.

Cammy is a small package of huge personality who wears silver hotpants to "wear your own clothes" day at school
Thorne is the ultra conservative son of an eminent politician who's about to make the big time with his goth band.
Rainbow (Bow) is an autistic boy with mental health issues who it is simply impossible not to fall in love with.

The three of them form a close bond and unusual relationship on a commune in Wales, while dodging bullets (literally) from Thorne's father who most certainly does not approve.

Callista is Cammy's mother who is in a relationship with, and has a child by, Luke, the leader of the commune. She also has a relationship and a child with Starchild, Bow's brother and a Rock Superstar. She also has relationships with two other men each with a child (one of which is Cammy) These relationships are ongoing and "the fathers" as they are collectively called are all fully aware of each other (and in some cases casually involved with each other)

The whole thing could be a complete mess, but I think it works.

In Book II, which is three quarters written, Thorne's band, The Forsaken are on the rise, touring with Cosmic Explosion, Starchild's band. This takes Thorne away from his boyfriends which takes a toll on Bow, who still won't move past kissing and cuddling even though "only sixteen" has now become "only seventeen" This time is is The Forsaken's drummer, Avon who provides the drama

Willow's Way

A young adult fantasy trilogy. This is a trip into fairyland that really allowed me to let loose my imagination. From flying green panthers, to shadow assassins and demons, to scarred princesses, two headed snakes and a mad (or is he) skink wizard. Book I is complete, Book II is almost complete and Book III is sketched

No idea who I'm going to sub with because it's mixed m/m and m/f


This year will be a collaboration with Stephanie Danielson, and so far we have two MC's, a small supporting cast and the bones of a story.

Sky is a drag queen, Travis is a welder working at his father's garage. Trav's brother doesn't approve but his girlfriend (who may now be his ex)  is on a mission to bring them together.

There are other things in the pipeline but I really should be confining myself to these for the moment. Of course I won't because that plot bunny is just waiting to pounce and another "next great thing" is waiting on the horizon. I hope that at least some of this list will be finished before then

Wednesday, 28 September 2016

Wednesday Briefs Demon Chapter Thirty Three

There were some lovely prompts this week and I chose this one because it very much fits in with the way I can see this story going. I sense unexpected twists coming up.

The land through which we travel is very beautiful, but I am distracted by the pain in my side which makes breathing difficult. I must try to hide it from my father or he will have Lord Trevithick beaten, or even killed, and that would turn the Counsel against us.
The weather is extremely mild. Even when it rains it is hardly cold. Perhaps it is summer – or spring. It is almost always cold in The Kingdom. This clemency appears to have extended to the land and everything in it. Trees seem greener here, grass smells fresher and the river sparkles in the warm sunshine. It’s almost as if nothing is quite real, that it is an illusion of the best that could be. Strange, but although it seems like illusion, at the same time it is more real than anything in The Kingdom has ever been to me.
A creature darts from the forest, close to the road. It pauses, stares at us ─ at me ─ then turns and disappears back into the trees. It couldn’t be real. Deer-like in shape, with branching antlers standing proud on its head, it is smaller than a hunting hound; no more than two measures high. It’s back would not reach my knee. It’s hide is shimmering white, holding the promise of many colours, almost seen. My eyes burn with the sight of it long after it has gone.
As we progress, I see other animals, most of which are familiar, but some that are entirely alien. I am unsure whether others see what I see, but there is a growing restlessness among our caravan that makes me think they do.
We round a bend in the road and the vision that unfolds before us is almost beyond my comprehension. Why had I ever thought the people of this land, were simple forest folk?
From a slight incline the river spreads out below me. The faint shimmer I had thought was light on the water, is a bridge of glass, barely visible. Near the foot of the bridge, on an island in the middle of a river-bend is a small settlement, dominated by a large building that shimmers in the afternoon sun. Light refracts from many windows, and from a roof that appears to be made of glass. There are many gasps from behind me in the caravan.
I am mesmerised by the glittering towers and crystal rooves of not only the palace but the houses of the village that surrounds it. Light refraction lends colour to the crystalline surfaces and wherever there was no glass there was light stone, which I recognise as that which lies on the bed of the stream and the occasions outcrop we have passed on the road. The entire settlement gives the impression of cleanliness and prosperity.
We pass across a bridge that spans the river to the island. It is barely visible and our animals prance nervously until they find their feet and satisfy themselves the bridge is sturdy. On the far side, we pass under a stone arch and find ourselves in a courtyard paved with pink and white tiles. Grooms dressed in clothing very similar to those of the reception committee who now ride with our convoy. They take the reins of our animals and cheerfully urge us to dismount, which we do. We are left standing in an uncertain group at the center of the courtyard.
My father barks orders and soon, both our men and our animals have been led in different directions leaving a small group of myself, my father, Tian, his father and a small knot of personal guard. Other guards have taken Lord Trevithick, complaining bitterly. My father asked he be treated well, according to his position, but confined until such time as an enquiry can be carried out.
Tian’s father leads us through a clean, wide street in what is clearly a prosperous town. The people who walk the streets, or peep out of windows and doors, are dressed well in soft, pale fabrics and seem curious but unworried by our presence.
At the end of the street the road widens into another courtyard, this time spreading in front of the gates of the glorious palace.
It is not nearly as large as any of our palaces. Little more than a large house, but the elegant lines and pale stone makes it appear larger, and spun from some kind of edible structure. As we cross the courtyard the gates swing open.
I feel very exposed and I know father and our guards are nervous, too. It would be unthinkable, in the Kingdom, for a royal or nobleman to be out in the open like this. How can we be properly guarded? What if attackers should come from the streets surrounding the courtyard? We might be trapped in the middle.
A hand slips into mind and I find myself gazing into my lover’s eyes. His expression brings me calm.
“You have nothing to fear here,” he says and I believe him.
A small knot of people awaits us in the courtyard. Before I have opportunity to examine them closely, a small girl runs forward and holds out her hands to me. In the cupped palms is a tiny plant, two green leaves rising bravely from a bed of rich, brown earth.
Unsure of what is expected of me, I hold out my hands and she carefully transfers her gift with such a solemn expression I can barely suppress and smile.
When the plant is safely in my hands the girl steps back and smiles shyly at me. Before I can respond to her a strange tingle in my palms draws my attention and I gaze in wonder as the plant grows, its stem thrusting upwards and leaves unfolding along its length. At the tip, a bud forms and burst the pure white flower within scattering glittering spores as it opens.

Here are the rest of the briefers this week. Enjoy