Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Wednesday Briefs: Dallas in Wonderland II: Chapter Fourteen

Welcome, welcome to Full Moon Dreaming! Happy Wednesday, which is also Happy Hump Day! And it's time for more flash fiction from the Wednesday Briefers!

In last week's episode of Dallas in Wonderland II, Dallas and Campbell found themselves in Wonderland at last, although the way they arrived could have been better. Now, what to do, where to go? And how to prove to the outside world that Dallas is not crazy? Not to mention how do they get back? The adventure begins in this week's installment of Dallas in Wonderland II! Don't forget to visit the other Briefers, whose links follow my tale.  Enjoy!

Dallas in Wonderland II: Chapter Fourteen

Their luck seemed to be holding. They’d found a convenient ford, one shallow enough to wade across without having to swim. Campbell suggested they remove their shoes, which seemed a sensible idea. Dallas held his in his left hand. The right was held tightly within Campbell’s secure grasp. They picked their way across the strawberry waters, emerging intact on the other side, none the worse for wear.

Despite being where they were, and despite the way they’d gotten there, Dallas found himself in high spirits. Campbell’s presence—his easy smile and unfailing good humor—were infectious. Even if, for just one dark moment, Dallas wished that Samuel were here, that Samuel was smiling at him in that way. But he pushed that thought aside and decided to enjoy the moment, and the company of his friend.

His best friend, actually. Best he’d ever had, if he were to be completely honest with himself.

Lost in thought, he hadn’t noticed Campbell had moved away from him, and for just a moment Dallas panicked, thinking he’d lost him. But then he noticed Campbell was just a few yards away, his long lean frame bent over the gently swaying flowers in the field, his face obscured by his long dark hair. Dallas wasn’t sure what he was doing, but then Campbell straightened, and he turned to Dallas with a smile, and Dallas’s heart started beating once more.

When Campbell rejoined Dallas, he held a string of flowers in his hand, woven into a circlet. He placed the pretty crown on Dallas’ head and stepped back to admire his handiwork.

“Just beautiful!” he declared. “And the flowers are nice too.” He gave Dallas a wink, and Dallas felt heat rise into his cheeks.

“You need to have your eyes checked,” he murmured. Campbell was the lovely one, truth be told. Dallas might be in love with Samuel Levi, but he wasn’t blind to the nurse’s charms. He cleared his throat to cover his confusion, unsure how to else to respond. “Let’s go see who’s at home, shall we?”

If Campbell expected anything more from Dallas, his face didn’t reflect the fact. He never stopped smiling at Dallas, and Dallas felt like a coward, but he didn’t know what else to do. And why was life so fucking complicated?

Dallas was worried that once they entered the woods, they might find it difficult to see, in the diminished light, the source of the smoke they’d seen. But luck was with them once again, as he spotted what appeared to be a well-worn path that wound between the trees.

His relieved breath exploded from his chest with a whoosh. The path was a narrow one, forcing them to walk single file. Dallas walked ahead, but close enough that they could easily converse.

“Hey Campbell,” he joked. “If we find a table with three bowls of porridge on it, I say let’s run.”

“What, you don’t want to find out which one is just right?” Campbell teased. “Maybe have a rest in a comfortable rocking chair?”

“Which could lead to a comfortable bed?” Dallas laughed. “No, I know what comes after that. I’d like to avoid becoming bear chow, thanks.”

“Then just watch out for large ovens too, and don’t put your head in just because some grandmotherly woman wants you to.”

“No problem. If the roof even looks like it’s made out of gingerbread, we are so outta there!”

The laughter flowed more easily now, at least on Dallas’ part. Things were good once more, and he was glad to know it. By the time they reached the small clearing, he’d convinced himself he was being silly. Campbell did not have anything but friendly, neighborly feelings toward him. Anything else was Dallas’ ego talking.

The cottage was made of weathered stone. It looked surprisingly sturdy, as if it had endured much in its lifetime and managed to come out on the right side.

“Maybe it’s the big bad wolf we should be looking for,” Campbell joked. “And the little pigs are inside. Or at least one of them.”

“One way to find out.” Dallas exchanged a look with Campbell, who nodded.

“Let’s do it,” Campbell encouraged him.

They approached the door together, both reaching for the brass knocker at the same time, before breaking into laughter.

“On three,” Campbell said. “One, two, three...”

Before they could knock, though, the door opened inward. “Come in,” a voice beckoned.

Make that two voices, speaking in unison.

Dallas wasn’t sure that was such a good idea, after all.  Campbell took his hand and squeezed it reassuringly. “Shall we?” he asked, as they crossed the threshold together.

The small cottage was surprisingly well lit, a contrast to the dimness outside. A fire burned in the hearth, and torches set in sconces adorned the walls. On a table in the middle of the room was a blazing candelabra. Upon the table a roast pig glistened, a rosy apple held firmly between its porcine lips. For a moment, Dallas thought the curly tail twitched. But then he realized it was just a shadow from the fire. Thank goodness.

Standing beside the hearth a man stood, his back to them, his attention focused on a large cauldron that hung over the flames. He dipped a spoon into it, drew it out and tasted the contents with a loud smacking of lips, then discontentedly plunged it in again, along with a large dose of black pepper from a container in his other hand. He paid them no attention.

Standing beside the table were two young men, as alike as two people could ever hope to be without being one. Dark hair and intensely dark eyes, pale skin, and a dimpled chin. Each was dressed for the hunt: tight tan breeches that revealed everything, traditional red jacket, white shirt, black boots. Each carried a riding crop.

“Welcome to the feast!” they cried in unison. Behind them, the man standing over the cauldron sneezed.

to be continued

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Monday, April 21, 2014

Virtual Book Blast Tour: A Secret Worth Keeping

Please welcome author LaKisha Johnson, who is here to talk about her latest release, A Secret Worth Keeping. LaKisha will be awarding a download of A Secret Worth Keeping (winner's choice of format) to two randomly drawn commenters during the tour. The more you comment, the better your chances of winning. To find the other stops on her tour, go here.

A Secret Worth Keeping
by LaKisha Johnson



Shelby is a career woman turned housewife who enjoys the friendships that have been built with her 5 best friends; Camille, Lynesha, Raylin, Kerri and Chloe. They are all career women with different businesses, husbands and even children but something is missing and they can’t seem to find it at home, in a store or even in a book. So, they search for this missing piece in the beds, arms, cars and even offices of other men who don’t mind paying for what Dem Dam Divas can offer. They enjoy the thrill of sneaking, creeping and even vacationing on someone else’s dime but they soon find out that all good things come to an end. What happens when it becomes too much? From secretly wanting someone who doesn’t want you, loving only to not be loved back and being caught up in a dream that you’re about to be awaken from; will it be worth it in the end? Will they regret their actions or stand by them? Will they finally question whether this secret is really worth keeping?



Girls, this has been an amazing trip.  I’m kind of sad that it’s ending but I am ready to get home to see my babies.

“Well, good for you; I can’t say the same,” said Kerri.

“Listen ladies, I know that these trips are supposed to be a release to renew our minds but they do no good if you go back to home and accept the same mess you left. If you all are not happy then make some changes. Life is too short to keep living in hell. You all are beautiful, educated and capable of taking care of yourselves so why continue to take less from your husband than what your husband is supposed to do? Please don’t get me wrong, I am in no way saying that you all should head to divorce court, however, I am saying stop lying down and accepting everything. Stop accepting less than what your husband should be giving. Why should you have to find part time love in the hands of someone else? Why should you find pleasure in the bed of someone else when your husband should be fulfilling your every fantasy and you should be filling his?”

“Shelby, I hear you but you have all that at home, we don’t” Chloe said with tears streaming down her face.

“Yea, you have a husband whose eyes light up when you enter the room, one who notices your new hairdo, one who doesn’t mind shopping with you, one who holds you when you cry, sit with you when you’re sick, stay up with you when the baby is sick; you have all that,” Kerri added.

“Yes, I do but this is because I wouldn’t accept anything less. Understand, we have our ups and downs but we work through them. We are not perfect and I’d be lying if I said anything differently but he knows my faults and accepts them and I know his and accept them.” I said.


AUTHOR Bio and Links:

LaKisha Johnson is a girl after God’s own heart; doing what she believes to be her purpose..writing.  In addition to being a self-published author, she’s also a wife of 15 years, mother of 2 and native of Memphis, TN. She comes from a huge family and has always been the go to girl whenever someone needed a poem written or read, an acknowledgement that would convey just what they were thinking or even an occasion written for that special day. She’s an all-around talented lady that makes everything she touch turn to gold. She has 2 degrees from Southwest TN Community College both in Information Technology and has worked in the corporate field for over 15 years. She is also a dedicated blogger, delivering a devotional blog 5 days per week entitled ”Kisha’s Daily Devotionals.”

LaKisha wants readers of her books to step outside the box and read with imagination.  She wants them reeled in from the front cover to the last word, enjoying every second in between, asking for more.  She doesn’t proclaim to be the best writer or even author in the world..she just proclaims to be blessed because her motto is ”God’s purpose is bigger than any problem!”

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Sunday, April 20, 2014

Happy Easter: A review and a Giveaway

Happy Sunday and Happy Easter to everyone! This is going to be a quiet day for us,  just me and Sarah chilling at home. I'm going to make brunch when she gets up. Other than that, no plans. No ham for dinner. Sort of burnt out on that, so I'm making  mustard chicken instead.

But I wanted to do something for my blog, so I'm going to post my review of Jesus of Nazareth, because it's appropriate for today, and it's my favorite Jesus movie. Yes, I do enjoy watching them, and there are some very good ones out there, and some less than good ones. But today I want to share  my feelings on Jesus of Nazareth, starring Robert Powell

Also, I want to give today, so I'm going to have a giveaway. A copy of any of my eBooks. What do you need to do? Just comment, and don't forget to add your email address, and tell me what your favorite Jesus/Easter movie is. If you don't have one, tell me something else. The giveaway will run through the end of the week. And enjoy the day!

There are few people who are not familiar, at least to some degree, with the story of Jesus of Nazareth, from
birth to death.  It's a story which has been portrayed in books, in songs, in verse, as well as in the cinema and on the small screen many times, not to mention it has a prominent place in the New Testament.  In 1977, acclaimed filmmaker Franco Zeferelli filmed his own version of the story, which was broadcast as a TV mini series of more than six hours' duration (probably a lot more than that by the time commercials were thrown in).  I admit that it took me a while to get around to watching this version because I was put off by the choice for the lead role of Jesus Christ.  I had only seen Robert Powell in one thing prior to this, and that was the rock opera Tommy, where he played Tommy's father.  I could not see him, based on that one performance, as Jesus Christ, so I didn't try.  And I was skeptical when I heard of his powerful performance in the role.  I stuck with old familiars, such as King of Kings, with Jeffrey Hunter, and two versions of Jesus Christ Superstar.  Until I finally got around to seeing this version.

I was totally wrong, and very remiss for not having watched it sooner.  This film delves in great depth into the life of Jesus, beginning even before his conception.  Robert Powell is magnificent as Jesus.  He completely brings him to life, and makes him real in a way that I think few can ever match (I admit I haven't seen all Jesus films, of course).  Even despite the blue-eyed thing and the fact that he doesn't even look Jewish, which of course Jesus was.  But putting that aside as a cosmetic difference, he has a definite presence and an appeal and his eyes are truly haunting in their intensity.  One of the reasons for this is that Zefferelli had him not blink, an effective method of creating an otherwordly presence when among men.  The notes I read said he only blinked once, and that includes the portrayals of him at all ages, so I must conclude that the one scene is the one at the very end; at least it's the one I noticed.

As I said, the story begins before his conception, with Mary (Olivia Hussey) and Joseph, and a lot of time is spent with them.  In fact, after an hour into the film, we are still dealing with an infant, which is pretty drawn out by anybody's reckoning.  I admit, the beginning is rather slow, but not uninteresting.   Olivia Hussey is an unusual choice to portray His mother.  She had worked with Zefferelli prior to this in Romeo and Juliet, in 1968.  At the time Jesus was done, she was 26, but certainly doesn't look it.  I can't honestly say she added anything to the character, but she wasn't bad either.  Kudos to the film for dealing with what must have been a difficult subject between herself and Joseph, who is asked to take on the role of father to a child he knows for a fact can't  be his - a difficult task for any man.  But he rises to the occasion, and helps to provide Jesus and his mother with the home and stability that they  need, despite the difficulties they must go through along the way. 

The cast of Jesus of Nazareth is a stellar one by anyone's standards, and whereas sometimes that's a great and wonderful thing, it can also be a deterrent in some ways, especially if the actor or actor involved is very well known outside of the part.  I don't know about others, but I found having Darth Vader (James Earl Jones), Donald Pleasant and Ben Gazarra as the three magi was a bit offputting.  Michael York made an interesting John the Baptist, lacking perhaps a bit of the fire and brimstone to be found in Robert Ryan's portrayal in King of Kings (and a whole lot of the crazy).  What I found interesting in my reading (a novel called Pilate's Wife by Antoinette May), was that Jesus and John were cousins, a fact that I'd never heard before, which is hinted at here if you pay attention.  Make of that what you will, I'm just throwing it out there.  Christopher Plummer acquitted himself well as Herod Antipas, dealing with a nagging wife whom he loved, despite her shrewishness, and a nymphetic stepdaughter, who inflamed his lust.  You can feel his sympathy with and liking for John the Baptist; he finds him harmless, and is loath to do anything against him, until driven to it by a rash promise to his wife.  Also very interesting casting is Ian McShane as Judas Iscariot, one of the more sympathetic portrayals of him I have seen, not resorting to automatic bad guy status.  He plays him as sincere and earnest, believing he is doing what is best for Jesus, not realizing he is being used as a pawn by Zerah (Ian Holm).  Other members of the cast, which is too numerous to list in its entirety, include Rod Steiger, Laurence Olivier, James Mason, Stacy Keach (as Barabbas), Anne Bancroft, Ernest Borgnine, and many more.

Without giving a blow by blow account of a well-known story, I'd like to mention two scenes which stand out in my memory.  The first involves Ernest Borgnine as a Roman centurion, who approaches Jesus to ask for his help.  He has a servant that is ill, and the man is more a friend than a servant, and he is very concerned about him, will Jesus please help him?  Although many of those around him protest at the centurion even being there, because of his being Roman and all, naturally Jesus does not listen to words of hate, but instead to words of need.  He says he will come with the centurion, who then protests that he does not expect that, he does not wish to trouble him.  He goes on to say that he just need say it is done, that then it will be done, he understands how that works.  As a soldier, he gives the order and it is obeyed, without him  having to be there.  Thus it is with Jesus.  He trusts that if Jesus says it will be, then it will be.  Jesus is very touched by the faith in him that the Roman evidences, and tells his followers that this man has got it right, that he understands better than they do.  That is a very heartwrenching tearful moment, especially when the news arrives that the Centurion's servant is well once more.

The second moment comes on the night of his arrest, prior to Judas' arrival,  as Jesus waits in the garden of Gethsemane, his disciples sleeping around him.  He is apprehensive and a bit fearful, naturally so, of what is going to happen.  And for a moment he is filled with doubt, and he has some introspection going on, and this is one of Robert Powell's finest scenes, I do believe.  I was very very touched, and wept myself.

Yes, six hours is a long film to watch.  I don't pretend to have watched it in one sitting, or two or three.  But I'm very glad I did.  This is one of the best versions of this story I've ever seen, and I highly recommend it.  I don't think you'll be sorry if you take the time to watch it.

Thursday, April 17, 2014

Virtual Book Tour: The Wolf's Torment

Please welcome author Stephanie Burkhart, who is here to talk about her newest release, The Wolf's Torment. Stephanie will be awarding a $25 Amazon GC to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour. The more you comment, the better your chances of winning. To find the rest of her tour, go here.

The Wolf’s Torment
by Stephanie Burkhart



It's 1865 and Moldavia is a country nestled against the shores of the Black Sea. Lady Theresa travels from Austria to this country that's haunted by tales of vampires and werewolves. She's going to marry the Crown Prince, but she harbors her own unspoken secrets.

Prince Mihai has just returned to Moldavia to discover he's a witch. He's intent on being a good husband and modernizing his country, but he must find a balance with his supernatural heritage. His best friend, Viktor, accompanies Mihai and marries Mihai's sister. In an unfortunate twist of fate, a werewolf bites Viktor.

Viktor's transformation threatens everyone around him, including his wife's safety and Mihai's happiness, but he's especially dangerous when he's near Theresa. Can Mihai save his family from Viktor's lies and deceptions?



Tybeski nodded and walked out. Now alone, Mihai escorted Sonia to the sofa and sat
down next to her. Viktor stood behind the leather-bound chair adjacent to the sofa, bracing his hands on the headrest, keeping a certain distance between them.

"Sonia, tell me what happened."

"Viktor is a werewolf."

"What? Impossible!" Mihai got to his feet, a wave of nervous apprehension threading
through him.

"It is possible, Mihai. A wolf named Bane bit me on our honeymoon. I have transformed," Viktor said quietly.

Mihai lunged at his friend, grabbing the right lapel of his frock jacket. His nostrils were distended with shock, coupled with fear. For him. For Sonia. For Moldavia.

"How could you? You were armed!"

"Mihai, no, don't harm him. He tried to fight them, but they overpowered him." Sonia got to her feet and clenched her fists against his chest. "You have to help him -- you're a witch, after all. You have to teach me to help him."

Mihai took a step back, his body as tight as a bowstring. Yes, he was a witch, but he had no idea what to do. He was no teacher.

"I must go to Mulfaltar the next full moon and meet with my maker's pack," said Viktor.
Mihai slowly ran his gaze over Viktor. Sonia was right. His eyes were no longer soft and kind, but hard and edged.

"Are you a danger to Sonia?"


AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Stephanie Burkhart is a 911 dispatcher for LAPD.  She was born and raised in Manchester, New Hampshire.  She served 11 years in the US Army and currently calls Castaic, California her home. Stephanie was married in Denmark in 1991 and has two young sons. She adores chocolate and is addicted to coffee.  She writes paranormal, contemporary, and steampunk romance and has two children's books published with 4RV Publishing.








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Tease Me Thursday #6: Dirty Little Lies

Welcome to another edition of Tease Me Thursday! Almost Friday, right?

Today I'm giving you a little taste of a story that I have coming up with Amber Quill in November. I liked to call it Dirty Little Lies, and it's about a preacher's son, Levi Thornton,  who's going to out himself to his father on Christmas Day - on live TV. Here is a little bit of his encounter with his chosen one night stand, Darjeeling Crane. Enjoy!

He handily uncinched Dar’s belt from about his waist and tossed it aside. Reaching for the button, he deftly undid it, and pulled the zipper down in one smooth motion. To his glee, he found that the young man apparently chose to go commando. His half-hard cock spilled out in all its naked glory. Levi seized it with eager hands, surprised at what he saw.

“You’re uncut?”

“My parents don’t believe in circumcision.”

God bless Mr. and Mrs. Crane, wherever they are.

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Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Wednesday Briefs: Dallas in Wonderland II: Chapter Thirteen

Happy Happy Hump Day! Hope everyone is having a great week! I know I am! Work is going well, keeping busy, and today I'm meeting a friend for coffee, someone I used to work with. It could be warmer here but I'll try to keep  my complaining to a minimum lol

So it's Wednesday, which means time for more flash fiction from the Wednesday Briefers!

Last week, as you'll recall, we saw Will and Doctor Smith... er, I mean Dallas and Campbell, of course lol  Anyway, they were rather abruptly pushed into Wonderland by Dallas' sneaky ex. So let's see what happened to them, shall we, in this week's episode. Don't forget to see what the other Briefers have been doing. Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!

Dallas in Wonderland II: Chapter Thirteen

Everything happened so quickly Dallas had no time to scream. Not a warning, or from fear, or anything else.

One moment, he and Campbell were standing in the attic of Dallas’ apartment building, watching Dallas’ ex, Quentin, open a doorway to Wonderland. The next thing they knew, they were falling through that door. Pushed by that same ex.

Why would he never learn when it came to Quentin? The man could not be trusted. End of story.
Campbell? Where was Campbell?

A panicked Dallas reached out, as well as he could, considering he was tumbling in freefall. “Campbell?” he cried out, his voice echoing strangely in his ears. God, please let Campbell be all right, please let Campbell...
He felt the warmth of Campbell’s hand in his and relaxed into the fall, just moments before they hit bottom with a thump.

Dallas must have blacked out. When he opened his eyes, he saw Campbell’s concerned face looming over him. Dallas blinked, and Campbell breathed a sigh of relief.

“Oh sugar, are you all right?”

Dallas struggled to get his bearings. He was lying on the ground, his head in Campbell’s lap. He stretched out his legs, then moved his arms and wiggled his fingers. Everything seemed to be intact.

He ran his tongue over his lips before replying. “Yeah, I’m good, what about you? Are you okay?”

“I’m just fine.” Campbell craned his neck, peering about them, although his point of view must have been rather limited, considering their positions on the ground. “So, this is Wonderland?”

Good question. How did Dallas know he could trust Quentin about that? What if there were other worlds, besides Wonderland, and he’d thrust him into one of those? What if they were stuck in this new place, never to return?

Reluctant to move, he placed one hand flat on the ground, and Campbell helped him into a sitting position. From there, he surveyed the land around them.  His fingers sifted through soft green grass, lush and sweet smelling, redolent with hints of mint and wild onions.

He could see flowers in pastel shades, their delicate heads bobbing and weaving in a gentle breeze. And when Dallas turned his head to the right, he knew they were in the right place, for just before them, lay the strawberry river that wound through the heart of Wonderland.

“We’re here, Campbell, we’re really here.” He smiled up at Campbell, unable to contain his excitement at not only being here, but having Campbell with him. Campbell would be his justification and his verification that Dallas Crosby was not crazy. That he’d seen what he’d seen, and did what he did.

And then Campbell swooped down and their lips met. And for that one moment, everything else was driven straight out of Dallas’ mind. Only Campbell remained.

And then they came up for air.

“I knew you could do it, Dallas,” Campbell exclaimed, admiration evident in his voice. “I believe in you.”

Campbell’s words warmed Dallas’ heart, especially after the treachery he’d experienced recently in his life. Quentin, then Samuel, and even his sister Paris.

“Thank you, Campbell,” he murmured, feeling a warmth steal through his bones, and for a moment, he wasn’t sure he could get up at all. But then Campbell helped him up and they both stood, brushing grass from their clothes, as they surveyed the scene before them.

What to do now they were here?

Dallas glanced up and down the red river, but he saw no sign of the hippie/lawyer or his boat. He supposed he could be anywhere.  And he wasn’t even sure what part of the river they were on. Nothing looked particularly familiar.

“That’s certainly an unusual looking river,” Campbell commented. “Does it taste like it looks?” He turned his inquisitive gaze to Dallas.

“You mean is it strawberry flavored? I don’t know,” Dallas admitted. “I don’t think I drank any of it when I was here last time.” He wasn’t sure if that was even a good idea, considering what happened with the mushroom.

“In a place like this, that was probably smart of you. Which way do you think we should go?”

Good question. Despite having wanted to come here, Dallas hadn’t exactly formulated a plan for what he’d do once he arrived. Other than prove to Campbell that Wonderland existed, which he’d just done.

Now he needed to gather up some sort of proof. But he wasn’t sure what that might be. And he realized that he didn’t even know how to find his way back. Last time, it had just sort of happened, when he’d awakened in Samuel’s office.

He couldn’t afford to leave their return to happenstance. Now he had Campbell to consider, and damned if he was going to let anything happen to him.

He squinted at the far side of the river. There was a bit of open land, and then trees that stretched as far as he could see, which wasn’t all that far. But was that smoke, curling up above the treetops? Where there was smoke, surely there was fire. Perhaps a home? With people? People who could give them information, perhaps?

The question was how deep was the river? Would they be able to wade across, or would they have to swim for it? If so, they’d have to be careful not to swallow the water.

“Look.” Dallas pointed in the direction of the smoke. “There maybe people there. Want to find out.”
“I’m game if you are.”

Dallas sighted along the riverbank, spotting a place where the level of the shore seemed to ease into the water. He took Campbell’s hand and led him to the spot, glancing back and forth at the water, and the far shore.

“Are there fish in there?” Campbell asked.

Good question. Dallas remembered the walking fish. But he’d created that, hadn’t he?

“Come on, Dallas.” Campbell bent down, kneeling beside the river, and plunged his hand into the red water.

“Let’s go for it.”

to be continued

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Thursday, April 10, 2014

Tease Me Thursday #5: His Prince Wore Pink Stilettos

Welcome to Week #5 of Tease Me Thursday. Today I'm going to tease you with a little bit of a story that was once on Dreamspinner but is going to appear in an upcoming anthology from new publisher Wayward Ink. I am proud to announce that I am also an editor there as well, so doing double duty. Enjoy! And don't forget to follow the link to the other participants of the hop!

His Prince Wore Pink Stilettos

It's the 70's and Michael is gay, but not out. There is a guy he's crushing on at school, but this guy has never noticed him. So on prom night, Michael figures it's better to work than to worry about getting a date. One of the checkers tells him a guy has come in, wearing a black skirt and pink high heels, so Michael decides to check him out, just to see what it's all about...

Okay, first things first. He was wearing a skirt—black and short—beneath which his long bare legs could be seen, smooth and muscled, and very shapely. The skirt accentuated the fact that he had a very cute ass, as well. The shirt he wore was a pale cream color, and bare midriff, so that I could see that his stomach was indeed flat. And upon his feet were a pair of very pink, very high stiletto heels. But it was obvious to me, from the first glance I got of him, that he was used to wearing them, as he steadily rocked back and forth, intent upon what he was doing, totally unaware of my presence. Or so I thought. I moved closer, trying not to be too obvious, my mission being to return the can of coffee in my hand to its proper home. But he must have heard me, for he turned his head...

...and oh my god, I found myself staring into the devastatingly beautiful face of Rob Marshall.