Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Wednesday Briefs: The Sheriff #21 (6.3)

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The Sheriff #21(6.3)

After a while, Dustin was beginning to wonder if Jordan’s big plan for tonight was to take the scenic tour of Tucker Falls. It certainly appeared that way, at least from his perspective. Jordan was driving randomly around town. He stopped occasionally, but only at some convenience store, and only to get more beer. Dustin was growing more and more frustrated at the way this evening was headed. He wanted to get rid of the two in the back seat and get down to other business. They didn’t seem to mind the extended drive. They were laughing and drinking, making stupid jokes that Dustin did his best to ignore, and they tossed the empties out the window without giving any thought as to who they might hit.

As the shadows of night began to blanket Tucker Falls, Jordan left the main drag and began to wind his way through various residential areas, staying away  now from the brightly lit business districts. Dustin began to think maybe he should just ask to go home, call it a night, and try again later. But every time he started to move away from Joran, Jordan’s palm would press against his crotch, and he’d begin to rub Dustin’s cock through the material of his pants, and Dustin would forget everything but the feel of Jordan, and his desire to be alone with him, and he would hold his tongue. Things had to get better, right?

Still, he couldn’t help but wonder what Rusty’s problem was, and what he needed Dustin for.  And when would they get to the part of the story where they solved the problem, so they could lose those two for the rest of the evening and have some real fun.

Dustin really began to wonder what was going on when they found themselves in one of the ritzier areas of Tucker Falls. The people who lived in these huge houses had some serious bucks. These were not people who worked menial jobs for a living, like Dustin or his cousin. Dustin had never been in any of these houses, never even met anyone who owned one. It seemed unlikely that any problem Rusty had was anything to do with people like the ones who lived here.

So he was surprised when Jordan turned down a quiet street which had only a few houses on it, and terminated in a cul-de-sac.

“Why are we stopping?” Dustin asked.

“Because we’re here,” was Jordan’s simple answer.

Dustin looked from Rusty, , who was grinning broadly in the back seat, to the large, dark house they sat in front of. What connection could there be between them? Not to mention, the placed showed no sign of life. Maybe the homeowners were in bed?

“Here’s the story,” Rusty began. Dustin turned to him, listening.

“You see, a friend of a friend owns this house, and him and his old lady, they’re getting a divorce.”
“And?” Dustin asked. What did this have to do with them?

“Well, the guy who owns the house is afraid she’s gonna sell some of his stuff on him, and since she’s out of the country right now, he asked if my friend knew someone who could get some of it for him.”

“Why doesn’t he get it himself if she’s not around?” Dustin asked, perplexed. Sounded easy enough.

“That’s where it gets a little shady,” Jordan smoothly interjected. “You see if she finds out her stuff is missing, she’ll have the law on him, you know? It has to look like a break-in.”

Dustin was aghast. “You intend to break into that man’s house? That’s fucking illegal.”

“Not with the homeowner’s permission.” Jordan’s hand was doing things to Dustin, and he had to struggle to keep up with the conversation when his urge was to moan loudly and bend over for Jordan.

“We won’t get caught, don’t worry,” Rusty assured him.

“Who’s we?” Dustin looked from Jordan to Rusty and back.

“That’s the little favor I need your help with.” Rusty grinned.

Oh hell no. “I don’t think—” Before he could say another word, Jordan’s mouth was pressed tightly against his, and he was rubbing against Dustin even harder. Dustin felt his resistance weakening. Especially when Jordan whispered into his ear, “Don’t worry about a thing, sweet thing. It’s a simple in and out, not much to it. Besides, she deserves it. She’s been screwing the gardener, the mailman, the next door neighbor… anybody and everybody. Just a little payback, you know?”

Somehow it didn’t seem so bad when Jordan put it like that.

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Wednesday, July 12, 2017

Wednesday Briefs: The Sheriff #20 (6.2)

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Dustin is spending a lot of time with Jordan. Also with his two friends. But Dustin grins and bears it. So what's up with them tonight? Where are they going and why? Find out more in this week's chapter of The Sheriff. Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what they're up to! Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!

The Sheriff #20 (6.2)

Dustin signed his name to the check which covered his share of living expenses and left it on the kitchen table, where Denver would be sure to find it. A twinge of guilt pricked his conscience. He hadn’t seen much of his cousin lately, not even at work. They seemed to work completely different shifts, and whenever Dustin wasn’t working, he was with Jordan.

Damn, that man was fine. And he seemed to be smitten with Dustin, which was most gratifying after the rejection he’d received from Marshall. Not that he blamed Marshall or Lee for that. Not any more, anyway. But still, it was nice to have someone who made a point of letting you know he wanted to be with you. Even if they spent an awful lot of time with Jordan’s lunkhead friends. But the time they got to spend alone made up for that.

Then what was Dustin concerned about? Life was good, right?

Except sometimes, the things he heard between Jordan and Rusty and Lenny left him scratching his head, trying to puzzle out what they were talking about.

Dustin was growing more and more suspicious of Rusty’s sales job. For some reason, he seemed to work out of his trunk. Rusty said it cut down on overhead, which made sense in one way, but not another. Where did he keep his stock? And why did it seem to change all the time? A lot of electronics, various brands. Computer equipment. And cell phones.

But if he questioned Jordan about it, in private, Jordan just laughed. And then he’d kiss Dustin hard enough to drive any other thoughts from his brain, and then they’d end up in bed and the question would be shelved once more.

The insistent ring of the doorbell drew Dustin from his reverie. Surely Denver hadn’t lost his key?  He glanced through the small peephole in the door. Speak of the devil. Standing there were Rusty and Lenny, with no sign of Jordan. What did they want?

He opened the door slightly. He didn’t even like that they knew where he lived. That made him uncomfortable. Not like he and Jordan ever hung out here, but still, it was the principle of the thing.

“Hey, Dustin,” came Rusty’s cheery voice. “Open the door, man, it’s us.”

Like he didn’t know that already.

Still, he had no real reason not to, so he swung the door a little wider, albeit reluctantly. “What’s up, guys?” He scanned up and down the hallway. Still no sign of Jordan.

“Big guy’s downstairs.” Rusty supplied the missing information. “He sent us up to get you, didn’t he, Len?”

Len nodded his head vigorously. “He sure did.”

“He said to tell you he’s waiting in the car for you, and to wear something dark.”

Something dark? Dustin frowned. “Why?” These two weren’t making any sense.

“Yeah, something dark,” Lenny confirmed. “I think he has something special planned.” He gave Dustin a confidential wink that struck Dustin as being rather creepy.

Maybe they would be able to ditch these two, maybe that was Jordan’s plan. That would be nice.
“You should do that, then. He doesn’t like to be kept waiting.”

Was that menace he heard in Rusty’s voice? Whatever it was, he didn’t like it.

“Yeah, fine,” Dustin said. “I’ll be down in a couple minutes. Meet you down there.” He closed the door before either man had time to reply.

Not wanting to keep Jordan waiting, he hurried to his bedroom, even as he wondered when he’d become such a teenage girl? But his libido reminded him that Jordan was damn hot, and he was totally in to Dustin, and so what if his friends were a little creepy?

He found a dark blue sweatshirt with long sleeves, in case it was cool, and a pair of black slacks. Just to be safe, even though the subject hadn’t come up, he exchanged his tennis shoes for a pair of dark brown boots.

As he locked the apartment door behind him, he was half afraid they’d be waiting for him, but there was no sign of the gruesome twosome, so Dustin hurried downstairs, and headed out to the parking lot. There was Jordan’s car, with Jordan behind the wheel. Rusty and Lenny were standing on either side of the car. At sight of him, they waved and then ducked into the back seat.

Dustin started to go around to the passenger side, when Jordan surprised him by getting out and beckoning to him. “Hey sexy,” he greeted Dustin just before he pulled him into a long, wet kiss which sent Dustin’s blood pressure skyrocketing. “You and me. It’s gonna be you and me tonight,” he murmured softly.

Now that sounded more like it. Dustin glanced into the backseat, where the two men were grinning broadly. What the hell’s so funny, he wondered.

“We’re going to drop them off.”

Dustin definitely liked the sound of that.

“But first, we’re going to help Rusty with a little problem.”

That sounded ominous. Before Dustin could think to protest, Jordan had his hand pressed against Dustin’s crotch, and thinking became non-existent.

“Let’s get this show underway, then,” Jordan said. He hadn’t closed the door when he got out to greet Dustin. He waved Dustin to climb inside, even as he repeated, “You and me, baby,” in a heated whisper.

Okay, for that, Dustin could put up with the presence of the two stooges.

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Wednesday, July 5, 2017

Wednesday Briefs: The Sheriff #19 (6.1)

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Last week, in The Sheriff, we saw Dustin and his new bf Jordan kicking it with a couple of Jordan's buddies. This week, we get to see what Roy's up to. Any movement in his love life? Find out in this week's chapter of The Sheriff! Don't forget to visit the other Briefers! Their links follow my tale!  Enjoy!

The Sheriff #19 (6.1)

Another blustery March day in Texas. The wind whipped at Roy’s hat like it had a personal vendetta against the sheriff. He clamped it to his head with one hand as he followed Lee and Marshall into a local steakhouse in Tucker Falls. The only saving grace as far as the weather was concerned was that the wind was coming up from the south, so it was fairly balmy. Roy knew he’d be wishing for these modest temperatures to return when the dog days of summer struck with a vengeance.

He’d talked his friends into meeting Denver for lunch, telling them they needed to take a break from work now and then. If he was going to be completely honest with himself, it wouldn’t hurt him any either. Roy had been keeping an eye out ever since the breakfast meeting with Harlan, but he hadn’t seen a thing. According to Harlan, the robberies were still going on, and not a damn lead to be had.
Between that particular bit of frustration, and his continuing failure in the romance department, Roy had to admit he needed this quick break with his friends.

Denver was waiting for them inside, at a booth near the front window, one which offered a great view of the parking lot. Lee waved Marshall into the booth and slid in beside him.

“Guess you’re stuck with me.” Denver grinned. “Can you get past me okay? Let me stand for ya.”
Roy shook his head. “No way. Just slide on over. My legs need more room than yours.”

Denver complied with a chuckle and a wink. “Just you wait till you get married. Then you won’t get a choice. You’ll end up wherever the little woman puts you.”

That produced laughter from Marshall and Lee as Roy took his place.

“Or the little man,” Marshall offered helpfully. Roy scowled at him.

“You got something against that idea?” Denver asked, but his question was interrupted by the arrival of the waitress, a chipper forty-something platinum blonde whose name tag read Tabatha.

She distributed menus then stood back and grinned. “Howdy y’all,” she greeted them. “Can I get y’all something to drink while you’re thinking what you want?”

They all opted for the house draft. “Be back in a tick,” she said, spun on her heel and headed in the direction of the service bar.

If Roy hoped the interrogation regarding his love life was over, thanks to the waitress’ timely intervention, he was sadly mistaken.

“Surely you’re not saying you’re too good to be with a man?” Denver continued. Roy couldn’t help but notice the twinkle in his eye, not to mention the snigger Marshall was doing his best to control, but failing sadly. As for Lee, while he wasn’t grinning, he had an all-too knowing look in his eye, like he knew something Roy didn’t know. There’d been times in the past when that look had led to an interesting development Roy hadn’t seen coming, especially when they’d been searching for the kidnapped Marshall. But not this time. This time Lee was completely coming out of left field, if that’s what he thought.

“I never said that,” Roy protested. “Fact is, I don’t remember saying anything at all, one way or another. You’re just a shit disturber, Denver.”

“Hey, that reminds me, where’s Dustin at? How’s he doing?” Marshall asked. Roy was grateful for the change in subject. He was curious to know the answer to that question to, but damned if he was going to bring it up first.

“Hell if I know.” Denver shrugged. “Haven’t seen much of him lately.”

Lee’s eyebrows arched. “You haven’t? Doesn’t he still live with you?”

“Yeah, I thought that was the whole idea of him moving to Tucker Falls,” Marshall said.

“He still lives there, sure. He’s just been busy lately. With his new boyfriend, I guess. I dunno. I just know he’s still working at the store, and he pays his share of the bills, and he isn’t in trouble. What more can I ask of him?”

“Well, that all sounds good then,” Lee said. “Would that boyfriend be the one we saw him with at Partners a while back?”

“I think so.” Denver nodded. Just then Tabatha returned with their beers, which she distributed in frosty glasses.

She took their order—four top sirloin steaks, in varying degrees of doneness. “Would y’all like fries with that?” They all agreed on fries and she promised to be back soon.

Once she’d gone, Denver cleared his throat and took a drink of the draft beer, before saying, “I’ve seen him pick Dustin up, but I haven’t exactly met him.”

“Oh? That seems a mite odd,” Lee said.

“Yeah, I agree, but Dustin’s old enough to know his own mind. If he wants to let some guy sit out in the drive and honk for him and have him running out the door like a schoolgirl on a hot date…” He shrugged and let the words lie where they fell. “Sometimes there’s a couple other guys with them, in the back seat. Didn’t get a good look at them, though.”

“That seems awful rude,” Marshall commented.

“I know, but like I said, he’s a grown man.”

Roy agreed with Marshall that such behavior was very rude. What had Dustin gotten himself into now, he wondered.

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Wednesday, June 28, 2017

Wednesday Briefs: The Sheriff #18 (5.4)

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The Sheriff #18 (5.4)

“C’mere, baby.” Jordan patted the seat beside him invitingly. Dustin didn’t need to be told twice. He gave the lunkheads their beers, set Jordan’s on the table next to him, then parked his ass on the indicated spot.

A few moments passed without conversation  as they all took appreciative drinks of the cold beer.
“You know something,” Rusty said, breaking the silence. “I’m thinking about getting another tattoo.”

That produced a snort from Lenny. “Where you gonna get it, your dick?” he snarked.

Rusty slapped his knee, as though Lenny’d said something hilarious. “That’s the last place I’d want a tattoo. Can you imagine how bad that’s gotta hurt? No, I have room in other places. Just not sure what I want.”

“I think that’s just an excuse,” Jordan said. “It gives you a reason to go to the tattoo parlor and flirt with that cute girl who works there. What’s her name? Darla?”

Dustin was torn between laughing at Rusty’s blushing discomfort and wondering how cute Jordan thought this girl was, and how he knew her, since he didn’t have a single tattoo on him anywhere—Dustin should know, he’d seen every square inch of Jordan’s body buck naked. No ink marred that perfect skin, he was ready to swear to that.

“Hey, how’s your job going?” Rusty turned to Dustin, in an obvious attempt to change the subject.
At least he had a job, Dustin thought. He wasn’t sure how any of these three got their money, to be honest, not even Jordan. Why that made him uncomfortable, he didn’t know. Maybe because sometimes he felt like the odd man out, having to go to work? But that was stupid, to envy them because they seemed to be unemployed.

“Going good,” he said tersely.

“It’s a real nice store,” Jordan offered. “Got some sweet merchandise there.”

“Is that so?” This was Lenny. “You mean like high-price computers and phones and stuff?”

Nothing you can afford, Dustin thought, but he held his tongue. He didn’t want to antagonize Jordan, not when things were going so well.

“So, what do you do?” Dustin threw the question toward Rusty and Lenny. Either one or both, he didn’t really care.  He was taken aback when Lenny giggled. Rusty reached over and slapped his arm.

“Shut up, you. That’s a legit question.” He turned to Dustin with a smirk. “I’m in sales,” he said. Which produced more stifled laughter from Lenny, and another smack.

“Sales,” Jordan confirmed. “Mmhhmm.”

“What do you sell?” Dustin asked. “You mean like you work at a store or something?”

“Somethin’.” Rusty’s reply was certainly vague enough. Whatever it was, though, apparently Jordan knew all about it, or so it seemed. “I freelance.”

“You mean like those guys who sell meat out of their trucks?” Dustin persisted.

“Yeah, something like that.” Rusty drained the rest of his bottle of beer in one long drink, gave a loud and satisfying belch, before setting the empty on the floor. “I acquire things and I sell them. No store. Cuts down on costs.” He glanced at Jordan. “Hey, we’re still on for tonight, right?”

Tonight? What was tonight, Dustin wondered.

“You know it,” Jordan said. He slid his arm around Dustin’s shoulders. His fingers gently massaged Dustin’s shoulders.  “Hey guys, why don’t you get yourselves one for the road?”

As if that was a well-rehearsed cue, Rusty and Lenny rose. Lenny started to protest that he still had some of his beer, but Rusty cut him off.

“So what? Drink the other one when you’re done. Not rocket science.”

At least they were going, but something was nagging at Dustin. Something did not feel right to him. But before he could ask any questions, Jordan had swooped down on him and crushed their mouths together with breathtaking intensity. By the time Dustin was aware of his surroundings again, the other two men were gone and he was following Jordan to the bedroom. Dustin set his doubts aside and concentrated on enjoying Jordan and his fine body.

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Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Wednesday Briefs: The Sheriff #17 (5.3)

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Last week, we found Dustin with Jordan, which is getting to be a regular thing. Has Dustin found someone he can really hold onto? And what's with the visitors? Find out in this week's chapter of The Sheriff. Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what they're up to. Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!

The Sheriff #17 (5.3)

“Hey, sweet cheeks, mind letting the boys in?”

Dustin refrained from barking out something stupid, like why don’t you let the boys in? That attitude would get him nowhere. Hadn’t done him much good in the past either, if he recalled. So he grabbed his jeans from the spot on the floor where he’d tossed them the night before and yanked them on.

He was still buttoning them as he hurried through the living room. The doorbell continued to clamor insistently. “Hold your damn horses, I’m coming,” Dustin muttered under his breath just before he threw the door open.

“Hey Lenny, look who’s here.”

Rusty had all the charm of a rabid weasel, Dustin thought, as he tried not to snarl at the two men. Thin almost to the point of emaciation, he wore his reddish brown hair slicked back most of the time, and he had tattoos over every inch of flesh Dustin could see or wanted to see. He seemed to think he was a comedian, and most of his jokes were either pointless or made at someone else’s expense. Dustin had no idea what Jordan saw in him.

He stepped back before Rusty could run him over as he bulldozed his way into the apartment, Lenny just behind him. The two seemed to be inseparable, at least from what Dustin had seen of them. Which was too much, in his opinion.  Not that he thought they were a couple, or even gay. Probably couldn’t find anyone else who could stand being around them. Even Jordan had his limits when it came to that.

Lenny was a chunky brunet cowboy with a full beard that he liked to comb a lot. He claimed to have spent years cooking for chuck wagons, and he swore the cowboys all loved his food.  He’d pat his overhanging belly and brag about his culinary skills. Dustin suspected most of that gut came from lifting beers, rather than cooking utensils.

“Hiya Dustin.” Lenny gave him a huge grin. “How’s it hanging?” He glanced pointedly at Dustin’s crotch, which drew a guffaw from Rusty.

“From what I hear, it hangs pretty well,” Rusty said.

Dustin’s cheeks heated at the too obvious implication. He didn’t like the idea that Jordan discussed their sex life with these two lowlifes, but what could he do about it? Anything he said was likely to come out wrong and sound more than a little jealous. He wasn’t jealous of either one of these rejects from  clown college—he just didn’t like them.

But they were Jordan’s friends, and sometimes, in a relationship, you had to take the good with the bad. He badly wanted a relationship like Marshall and Lee had, so he’d do what it took to get it.

“Hey, hey, watch that tongue.”

Dustin spun about at the unexpected defense. Jordan stood thee,  lounging against the wall closest to the hall, looking completely put together and gorgeous, not like he’d just rolled out of bed a few moments ago. Staring at him, Dustin felt his enmity begin to drain away, caught up in the familiar thrall that Jordan held over him.

“Don’t talk about Dusty that way, have some respect for my man.”

Dustin tingled inside at that. Why could just a few words from Jordan make everything so very right again? Even if he didn’t care for that nickname.

“You know I respect the hell out of him,” Rusty insisted. “Just playing with him. No offense taken, I hope, Dusty?”

Dustin gritted his teeth at the familiarity but decided not to make an issue of it. “None taken,” he managed to get out. He decided he should finish dressing. That would give him a few moments to calm down more completely. Jordan could entertain those two for the minute or two that would take.

As he passed by him, Jordan surprised him once again. He grabbed Dustin around the waist, and pulled him close, laying a major liplock on him. Dustin felt the rest of his residual anger dissipate, replaced by pure horniness, futile though that was. Not with those two there.

“Don’t worry, baby, they won’t stay too long. And then we can take care of that.” He laid the flat of his hand against Dustin’s crotch, eliciting a moan. All Dustin could see and feel was Jordan. No one else existed. With great effort, he pulled back and nodded, before continuing to the bedroom. He could still hear the three men in the other room through the open door.

“I got that stuff you wanted,” he heard Lenny say.

Stuff? What stuff?

“Good. Glad to hear it.” That from Jordan.

Dustin quickly pulled on his T-shirt, followed by his boots. He gave his semi-hard cock a quick smack to remind it to behave. Now was not the time for it to rear its head. Thinking of Lenny and Rusty waiting in the living room helped throw water on Dustin’s raging libido. Well, at least they were good for something.

He hurried back out to Jordan, who was sitting at one end of the couch, the two meatheads taking up the rest of the available space, relegating Dustin either to a chair or the floor. He tried not to glare his displeasure at them, but it was hard.

“Babe, grab us some brews, willya?” Jordan asked, softening the request with one of his killer smiles.
Jordan always kept his refrigerator filled with good beer, Dustin had to give him that. He pulled out four bottles, kicked the fridge shut, then carried them back to the living room, two in each hand. To his surprise, he noticed the seating arrangement had changed during his brief absence. Now Lenny and Rusty occupied the chairs, and the couch beside Jordan was invitingly open.

Well, things were looking up at last.

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Monday, June 19, 2017

A game of spies during the American Revolution - Kinda, sorta

I'm not sure if I mentioned this here, but I went back to college this past spring, and am working to finish my associate's degree at Florissant Valley Community College, despite the fact it's been thirty years since I was last in school. I took a US History course through 1865 and got 106%, which was pleasing. Now, for the summer semester, I am taking Stress Management and Speech (all online, by the way). Not loving the Speech, but that's irrelevant.

This is all by means of explaining why my blogging has fallen behind, but I intend to at least try to do better in the future. For those who don't know, my first love is history, and I hope to move on to UMSL, after I get my associate's degree, and work on my BA with a major in history. Of course I'll write too, hopefully combining both loves in some of my writing.

I've been doing a lot of reading about the US Revolution, which has become my particular field of emphasis. Those who know me know I am obsessed with a certain musical (*coughcoughHamiltoncoughcough*), but it's more than that, and I am a huge fan of Aaron Burr. I've also been watching documentaries and series of historical interest, and that's how I discovered Turn.

Turn is based on a book by Alexander Rose called Washington's Spies. I have just begun to read the book a couple of days ago, but I am on season 3 of the AMC series. Prior to this, I read Washington's Secret Six by Brian Kilmeade and Don Yaeger, on the same subject. While interesting, it's what I would call History Lite, aimed more at people who might not have an interest in history, which is fine.

Washington's Spies has been meticulously researched and I'm enjoying it. But, having been doing all this reading I've been doing, and watching documentaries and such, I know enough to know Turn is less than accurate in many ways, which is hard to countenance in a program that is actually about history. Granted, I'm no expert in this area, but I did some a couple of things that I am finding hard to overlook. Much like Hamilton, you have to take Turn with a grain of salt.

By the way, I'm not giving a spoiler alert, since season 4 just started, so everything I am writing about has already been shown, plus it's history.

The story is about the Culper spy ring which passed information to General Washington at a critical
time during the American Revolution. The members of the ring were given fake names and referred to by numbers, operating behind the scenes, unobtrusively. The hero of Turn is Abraham Woodhull, played by Jamie Bell. He's married to his late brother's fiance, and they have a son. They live in Setauket, a small town on Long Island.

Abraham's father is Judge Richard Woodhull, the local magistrate (side note, he's played by Kevin J. McNally, who is also Joshamee Gibbs, of Pirates of the Caribbean fame). They've selected to make the father a Tory sympathizer, which isn't true (some of my info, I found on the Internet, some I realized myself).

Then there is Abraham's former fiance Anna, now married to Selah Strong, proprietors of the local tavern. My understanding is that they didn't own this tavern, and that Anna never had an affair with Abraham.

My first inkling that all wasn't as it should be came when I saw General Charles Lee being interrogated by Major John Andre. Say what?  When did that happen, you ask. To my knowledge, never. While he was captured by the British, in a dressing gown and slippers, I don't think he met Andre, and was later ransomed back to Washington (although one has to wonder why they didn't just let the British keep him).

Then, they tried to make Lee out to be a mole! Maybe he was an unpleasant man, and maybe he "shit the bed at the Battle of Monmouth" (okay, those are Lin-Manuel's words, not mine), but a traitor? I'm not buying that one.

The villain of the story is a British soldier who becomes head of a group of Queen's Rangers by the
name of John Simcoe. To know him is to hate him, and I do. So does Abraham. He is thoroughly reprehensible, starting with his attempts to get into Anna Strong's knickers when he is billeted at her house (colonists were forced to let British soldiers live with them), not to mention his enmity toward Abraham and even toward his own commanding officer, Major Hewlett. I don't know enough about the man to know if this is what he was like, as I'm still reading, but he does make a great villain.

Major Hewlett, the head of the British forces in Setauket, is played by Burn Gorman. If you watched
Torchwood, you'll remember him. I disliked his character intensely on Torchwood, but the major has grown on me, surprisingly. He's endured shit from Simcoe and hates him as much as I do lol

A couple other of Abraham's friends and colleagues are Caleb Brewster, the smuggler

and Benjamin Tallmadge, an intelligence officer under General Washington

The storyline that is making me piss and moan the loudest, though, has to do with Major John Andre, General Benedict Arnold, and Margaret "Peggy" Shippen. They are literally rewriting history and it makes me want to scream!

Their timeline is skewed, and so are the events themselves.

My first complaint has to do with Peggy Shippen. The real Peggy was 18 when she met Arnold, and they had this instant attraction, even though he was 36. Not a big deal back then. She had known Major Andre previously, when she was a few years younger, when the British held Philadelphia. But I don't believe there was anything between them other than perhaps light flirtation considering her age and his position. But if you believe Turn, they were having an affair.

Then, also according to Turn, it is Major Andre's idea, before he leaves Philadelphia, to possibly recruit Benedict Arnold, and learning that Peggy knew him at one time, set the wheels in motion for her to contact him. (If I was Arnold, I would have been more concerned that her family had Tory leanings). They show Andre and Peggy having sex, and when the British evacuate Philadelphia, he leaves her with a token of his love - namely the single blond braid which dangles from his head (and which there is no historical basis for). (He's a looker, anyway, just fyi)

So Shippen, heartbroken, meets up with Benedict Arnold and plays him, all the time pining for Andre, who she is convinced will still marry her (wtf people?) There is a scene where she and Arnold have sex for the first time, and we see her face, which is like tragic mask as she thinks of Andre even while Arnold is porking her, and she clutches the sheets in one hand, and Andre's braid in the other). Okay, make me gag.

Let's go back to reality. She and Andre were NOT an item. I repeat NOT. They make it sound like they're virtual Romeo and Juliet, which is so much bullshit. Plus, Andre did not approach Arnold, Arnold approached Andre. And by the time he did, he was already married to Peggy. In this, you see her trying to delay the marriage, in hopes of Andre carrying her off or something.

Oh, can't forget to show you General Washington!

Okay, enough about that. I'll talk about the new season of Food Network Star later, and how Comeback Kitchen went!  Later

Friday, June 16, 2017

Review: Stygian by Santino Hassell

Author: Santino Hassell      

Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
American release date: October 26, 2015
Format/Genre/Length: E-book/M/M Erotic Romance/204 pages
Overall Personal Rating: ★★★★★

As the newest member of up-and-coming rock band Stygian, drummer Jeremy is a little insecure about his place in the band with the other three members of the group. Despite his misgivings, he agrees to take off work to accompany them to a Southern mansion in Louisiana which front-man Watts has rented for a musical retreat, so they can work on their music, and each other, as well as come up with new tunes.

The trouble is Jeremy has a thing for Kennedy, but that’s a lost hope, because Kennedy barely knows he’s alive. And Watts is banging Quince like a screen door in a windstorm, but does he even give a hoot about the guy, or is he just using him?

Out in the middle of nowhere, Jeremy finds the mansion beautiful, yet unsettling, for reasons he can’t put his fingers on. And then there are the owners, who live nearby—siblings Hunter and Laurel Caroway. Hunter isn’t shy about letting Jeremy know he’s interested, which is balm to Jeremy’s aching soul, frustrated at being ignored by Kennedy. And Laurel has a way with Watts and Quince that is downright…creepy.

Is Jeremy imagining things, or is it just his own past catching up with him in ways he doesn’t want to think about? Will this musical retreat be the boost Stygian needs to catapult them to stardom, or a horrible mistake?

I loved this book from the beginning, drawn in by Jeremy, both as narrator and character. His desire for the standoffish Kennedy broke my heart, and I kept wishing he’d reveal the truth about the misery he keeps inside. The setting is pure southern gothic melodrama, and the story unfolds as the characters try to get their act together out in the middle of nowhere. I kept trying to guess where the story was going, but it wasn’t until nearly the end that I caught on. I have one criticism, which I can’t make, because it involves a spoiler, but all in all it’s a minor point.

I would recommend this book, especially if you enjoy being scared. There is plenty of heat to go around too!