Wednesday, April 29, 2020

Wednesday Briefs: Super Trooper #14 (3.0)

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After a night filled with lovemaking, Evan and Chan have had to part, since Evan has to work. But before he goes, he asks Chan to dinner at his place that night! How exciting is that? See what's happening in this week's chapter of Super Trooper. Don't forget to see what the other Briefers are up to! Their links follow my tale!  Enjoy!

Super Trooper #14 (3.0)

Chan was disappointed that Evan had to leave him, but he understood the man had a job that required him to work unusual hours, including weekends. He himself worked two Saturdays a month at the S&L. These were only half days, as they closed earlier on that day than they did during the week, and he received an entire day off in recompense which made that arrangement a lot easier to take. Knowing Evan wanted to see him again so soon made him very happy.

And more than that, Evan had invited him to his own home. Chan was almost giddy at the thought of seeing Evan’s personal space. Did he want Chan to sleep over? He hadn’t said anything, and Chan didn’t want to assume.

A guy could hope, right?

Chan didn’t get up immediately once Evan had gone, intending to get a little more sleep before he started his day, to make up for not getting much last night. But he found he couldn’t stop thinking about Evan—how he looked, how he felt, the time they’d spent making love.  He stretched out in his bed, trying to get comfortable, but the bed felt emptier now, the other side cold where just a short time ago Evan had lain. He hugged his extra pillow to him, the one Evan had used. He could still smell him on it, and his scent alone was driving Chan mad with desire.

He sighed deeply. This wasn’t going to work. He was too wide awake now, might as well get up. He had an apartment to clean, and clothes to pick out for tonight. He wanted to look his best for Evan, even if they were staying in. That alone would take some thinking. At least that was something he could consider while he cleaned.

A ding broke the silence of his bedroom, drawing his attention to his phone on the bedside table. Surely, it couldn’t be…  His heart beat rapidly as he reached for his cel, but the message wasn’t from Evan. The text was from his little brother, Kamal.

Can we go to the park today? Please, Chan? You promised, remember? And can we have fried chicken for our picnic?

The message was followed by three happy face emojis and a puppy emoji. Chan couldn’t help but smile at the impatience of his little brother. Chan had just made that promise to him the day before, and he hadn’t given him any sort of timeframe for when it would happen. He was happy to know his brother enjoyed spending time with him.  And his request for fried chicken was no surprise. He asked for it every chance he got.

Chan knew his mother served a lot of traditional Hindu food in their home, and had showed him how to prepare many of their favorites, but she was Americanized enough that she served dishes from other cultures as well. She’d grown up here, as had her parents before her. None of them had ever been to India. That was a long and expensive journey. Texas was their home. They were Americans and proud to be so.  Chan’s siblings had wholeheartedly embraced the American way of eating. Including the consumption of beef. Hard to live in Texas and not eat beef in some form.

Chan loved his brother and sisters very much. He enjoyed being with them, and he liked to take them places, to be their big brother. Besides, that gave his mother and her husband an opportunity to have some alone-time of their own. Chan understood how important that must be for any couple. Hopefully someday he would know that through his own experience. But for now, he could make his mother happy and also spend time with the young ones. A true win-win situation.

Evan wasn’t getting off until eight that night and he said he’d call as he was going home. Perfect. Chan could visit with his family, take his siblings out for a little while, and still come home with time to spare before his date.

He texted a swift reply to his brother. That sounds perfect, if it’s okay with Maa.  He could just imagine the reception his message would receive from Kamal, one that would involve a great deal of bouncing and squealing. Such noise would draw the attention of their mother, who would of course ask for the cause of the commotion and Kamal would tell her about the picnic—not ask her, most likely, interpreting Chan’s assent as law, disregarding his admonition regarding permission. Then his mother would call, not text, as she was not one to type when she could talk. Wait for it… wait for it…

Less than two minutes later, Chan’s phone rang. “Good morning, Maa,” he greeted her with a grin she couldn’t possibly see.

“Your brother tells me you are taking him and his sisters to the park? Something about a picnic? Is this true, Chan?”

“Yes, it is very true. With your permission, of course,” he said, knowing very well she would give it to him. And she did.

“You are a good big brother,” she praised him. “Will we see you soon?”

“About an hour,” he replied. “I want to clean here first. I will see you soon.”

Chan was smiling as he hung up. Today would be a good day indeed.

to be continued

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Wednesday, April 22, 2020

Wednesday Briefs: Super Trooper #13 (2.9)

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After making love, Evan is reluctant to just roll over and go to sleep. Maybe a little bite to eat, he wonders. See what's going on with Evan and Chan in this week's chapter of Super Trooper. Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what's up with them. Their links follow my tale!  Enjoy!

Super Trooper #13 (2.9)

“No, I am not tired,” Chan replied, savoring the feel of Evan’s finger on his lips. “I was just thinking… would you like something to eat? I can make something for us… that is, if you would like…” He hoped he didn’t sound too desperate, as though he were begging the man to stay under any pretext. Although he would, if it became necessary. Beg, that is.

Evan hesitated for a moment. “If it’s not too much trouble? Food sounds good actually. I seem to have worked up an appetite.” Evan’s low-pitched chuckle was infectious. Chan couldn’t help but laugh in return.

“I too have worked up an appetite,” he said. He rolled to the edge of the bed and threw his legs over the side of the bed, debating whether he should throw on a pair of shorts or a robe or something.

 “Do you have an apron?”

Evan’s question was unexpected.

“An apron? Actually, yes, I do.” The apron had been a gift from Chan’s mother. She’d taught him to cook at a young age. He’d always enjoyed spending time with her in the kitchen, watching her prepare their meals, so it was only logical he begin acting as her sous chef.  It wasn’t long before she allowed him to prepare whole meals on his own. He was proud to be able to cook for his family.

“Then wear only that and your beautiful smile,” Evan said.

Chan’s heart beat faster even as he tried to perform a mental inventory of what was in the refrigerator. “As you wish,” he said. Padding on bare feet toward the door, he dared a glimpse back at Evan. To his surprise, he saw the man also rising, as if he intended to follow him into the kitchen. Or perhaps he intended to answer nature’s call.

But no, his destination seemed to be the same as Chan. He followed Chan into the small kitchen and watched while he pulled the apron from one of the drawers and slid it over his head.

“Here, let me do that.” Evan gestured toward the ties.

Chan stopped what he was doing. He stood still as Evan came up behind him and finished the fastened the ties. Then Evan pressed up against him and began to kiss the crook of Chan’s neck.  Chan couldn’t help but moan. Cooking would be difficult if Evan continued to do that. He was derailing Chan’s thought processes all over again, but in a good way.

“You smell good,” Evan whispered just before he stepped back. “I guess I better quit that or I’ll just keep you from cooking.”

Chan turned to face Evan. Even in the middle of the night, in the not—too-bright light of Chan’s kitchen, the trooper looked amazing. Chan couldn’t help but eye him up and down. How many more chances would he have to do this? He had no idea if Evan would ever want to see him again, although he certainly hoped so. And his heart kept saying there was something there between them.

Evan was hard already, just from nuzzling Chan apparently. And Chan wanted him, wanted him very much.

He met Evan’s eyes, read the need and desire in them which undoubtedly mirrored his own. “Food can wait,” he said in a surprisingly firm voice, even as he wondered if he’d gone too far.

“My thoughts exactly,” Evan said, dispelling that notion. He stepped toward Chan and meshed their lips together even as he lifted him from the floor, his hands beneath Chan’s buttocks. Chan wrapped his legs around Evan’s waist as he carried him back into the bedroom.
* * * *

It broke Evan’s heart to leave Chan the next morning. They’d gone back to bed, where Evan had removed the cute apron he’d just helped tie onto Chan, and they’d made love again… and again… and again.

They never did get anything to eat.

Evan wanted to stay curled up against Chan, hold him close all day, but he couldn’t do that. He was scheduled to work that morning. Bad enough he had gotten next to no sleep, but more importantly, he didn’t have a clean uniform with him. He hadn’t expected any of this. At best, he thought he might get laid and return to his apartment. Of course, he hadn’t counted on seeing Chan again, or being with him all night long.

Chan was fast asleep when Evan got up, and oh God, how adorable he looked. So vulnerable, and so cute. He hated to wake him, but he refused to steal away, like a thief in the night either. Chan meant more to him than that, even if he didn’t understand exactly how he felt about him. But he knew Chan was more than another notch on his bedpost. And he knew he wanted to see him again, as soon as possible.

He nuzzled Chan’s cheek until the other man woke, his eyes heavy with sleep.

“Mmmmmm?” Chan mumbled. Evan had no idea what that was supposed to mean, so he kissed him again.

“I have to go,” he said apologetically. “I’m scheduled to work today, and I need a uniform and a shower.”

The words seemed to seep into Chan’s consciousness as a small frown furrowed his brow.

Please don’t be sad.

“I don’t get off until eight tonight,” Evan said, which only deepened Chan’s frown. “I know that’s late, but would you like to have dinner with me? At my place? We can get something to go. Or if you like, we can go out.” Evan hoped Chan would rather stay in, but he’d abide by whatever Chan said. Assuming he even wanted to see Evan.

Chan’s face sudden cleared at Evan’s words. “Eating in with you would be wonderful,” he said breathily.

Evan leaned down and kissed Chan softly. “I’ll call you when I’m on my way. I’ll need to change—”

“Come as you are,” Chan said.

Evan couldn’t help but smile.

to be continued

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Thursday, April 16, 2020

Book Review: Soul Eater, Vol 9 by Atsushi Ohkubo

Soul Eater, Vol 9       

Author: Atsushi Ohkubo
Publisher: Yen Press
American release date: April 8, 2014
Format/Genre/Length: Paperback/manga/paranormal/204 pages
Overall Personal Rating: ★★★★

Death the Kid has gone to the DWMA library, determined to learn all he can about the mysterious Eibon, who is supposedly the same as the Shinigami. Wth? He tells the librarian he needs to go through the books in the level 4 stacks, but she tells him he isn’t allowed access, as he’s just a one-star meister. But when he shows her his badge, and she realizes he’s the Shinigami’s son, suddenly she’s all kinds of cooperative and offers to fetch the books he wants herself. Unfortunately, the one book on Eibon the library owns was checked out two months previously and never returned. The only signature is a single M. Kid has a bad feeling he knows who that is.

Crona is in a touch position. He is beginning to make friends for the first time and has been accepted by Maka and her friends, only to be approached by his crazy mother, Medusa, who has an errand for him. How can he please her without betraying his friends? Does he even have the strength to stand up to her, even after the way she has treated him? Ragnarok is no help, constantly reminding Crona that if he doesn’t do as Medusa says, she will get very angry with him. Crona just can’t handle anger…

While searching DWMA for the secret vault, Crona runs into Marie, and is fearful she will be suspicious of his being where he should not be. Luckily, she is clueless and thinks he is lost, just like her, and offers to help him find his way. The blind leading the blind! Will her assistance be worse than her thinking he’s up to something?

Crona receives his next assignment, when he fails to find the vault. He has to bug Dr. Stein’s lab!
The worst meister ever at DWMA is Hero, a guy the other students pick on and use for menial tasks. But Hero has a goal—to claim the Holy Sword as his weapon. Then no one will treat him like that. So what if it comes with some strange requirements he has to meet. The fight is on! How long will DWMA remain under Hero’s control?

Shinigami informs Stein that Arachnophobia knows the whereabouts of another Demon Tool known as Brew. Stein must begin more intensive duel instructions with his students immediately! Teams who are unable to synchronize their wavelengths will be cut from Stein’s class by the end of the day! Maka, Black Star, and Kid are failing spectacularly, and things aren’t looking good for them. Maka wants Black Star off the team, but Stein refuses. Can they get their act together in time or will they end up being cut?

Brew is located on an island just north of Alaska, Lost Island. But there’s a catch. Once the witches had a demon tool development facility on the island, but it was accidentally destroyed. Because of that a magnetic field has arisen, keeping people from approaching the island. Anyone who lingers inside the magnetic field risk permanent damage to their body. Twenty minutes is the limit. The timer has begun, the race is on!

This volume of Soul Eater introduces us to a couple of students we haven’t met before, including Hero, Pot Meister Kilik Rung, Lamp Meister Kim Diehl, and Spear Meister Ox Ford. Before this, we seldom saw other students, so it’s good to have that chance now.

Death the Kid is one of my favorite characters. Despite his quirks, he’s a really good Shinigami, and has a strong sense of justice. I know he will research Eibon until he finds an answer, no matter where the information leads him.  Stein has come a long way since we first met him. I can see what a good instructor he is. He won’t let the students get hurt if he can help it. Interesting that he and Marie are living together now. I hadn’t seen him as the domestic type. You have to feel sorry for Crona, caught between a rock and a hard place—the mother he loves, for some unknown reason, and the new friends he’s made at DWMA. I suspect that when the time comes, he will do the right thing.

Justin is on top of his game in this volume, and shows he is more than just that annoying weapon. Watching Maka, Black Star and Kid attempt to resonate together, and failing at it, is just a reminder that despite what kind of students they are, they are still teenagers who have a lot to learn. But they will, I’m sure.

Another appearance by Mifune, whom I truly believe will end up on the right side in the end, and DWMA will learn a lesson in tolerance as well.

A special mysterious guest appearance at the end of the book sets us up for the next one! Not sure when I’ll be able to read that, since the libraries are closed right now because of COVID-19, but will get to it as soon as I can. Looking forward to it!

Wednesday, April 15, 2020

Wednesday Briefs: Super Trooper #12 (2.8)

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Things are moving hot and fast for Chan and Evan! See what's up with them in this week's chapter of Super Trooper! Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what's going on with them! Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!

Super Trooper #12 (2.8)

In the back of his mind, Evan wondered when had he begun to consider Chan as more than a one-night stand? He barely knew the man, hadn’t exchanged more than a few words of conversation with him. Not to mention he’d pulled him over and almost cited him for speeding just that morning. And yet here he was hoping something long-term was happening between them?

Was this instinct or wishful thinking on Evan’s part? When he’d decided to go to Partners tonight, it had been just to satisfy an itch with some nameless faceless man. Maybe spend a little time with Roy, if he were there. But somehow everything had changed when he ran into Chan for the second time that day. Did Evan believe in Fate? He didn’t know for sure, but he didn’t exactly disbelieve in it either.

Deep deep down—so far down he was unwilling to admit it to anyone—Evan Rainsford was a romantic. A man who believed in forever love as well as happily ever after, even if he hadn’t found it for himself yet.  Wasn’t even sure if he ever would. Was it him, or the guys he’d dated? Or a combination of the two? Just because he tended to take charge of every man he was ever with didn’t mean he had a need for control, or that he was some kind of a cold bastard, as he’d heard behind his back, when they thought he couldn’t hear them. To him, being the dominant meant that he would care for his partner, take care of him and see to his needs. Didn’t mean he had the right to tell anyone what to do or not do. And so far he hadn’t found anyone who made him want to be that man.

Until now.

Chan felt so right it was scary. Evan felt a connection between them, something greater than the obvious physical tie which bound them at this moment. And he wasn’t about to let this feeling go without attempting to nurture it into something that had the potential to be amazing.

He prayed that Chan felt it too.

He fit perfectly inside of Chan’s tight heat. His lips meshed completely with Chan’s. He loved the way the other man gripped his hair and clung to him, as if he would never let go.

Evan wanted Chan so badly he could taste his own need. He wanted to fuck him firmly, yet gently. Hard, but not too hard. He set a driving rhythm, letting his instincts guide him. Chan quickly fell into step and matched his pace, snapping his hips in perfect unison with Evan’s thrusts, never flagging for an instant.

Evan reached between them to find Chan half hard again. He grasped Chan’s awakening cock and began to pump, feeling it swell at his touch. Pausing to take a breath, he murmured encouragement—“Come on, baby, you can do it”—and was rewarded with sensual moans from Chan, his erection filling Evan’s palm as it hardened.

“Oh yes, oh yes,” Chan moaned, adding a few words Evan couldn’t understand, just before he released into Evan’s touch, his entire body quivering under Evan’s ministrations.

Evan’s body glowed with the shared pleasure of Chan’s orgasm, even as he felt his own need and desire reach its inevitable peak, his balls drawing back in a sure sign that he was about to come. Faster now, harder. He claimed Chan’s lips once more, reveling in the taste of him even as he spent himself inside of Chan, coming long and hard and filling him with everything he had.

And when he had given it all, he still kissed him, not wanting to let go any sooner than necessary. How long had it been since he’d wanted to kiss someone like this? Had he ever wanted to?  Until at last, mindful of how heavy he must be lying like this on top of him, Evan eased next to Chan on the bed, breathing heavily. Nothing was spoken between them—everything had been said already.

* * * *
Several moments—or maybe more, for what was time at this moment—passed as Chan lay in a state of complete bliss. His mind and body were as one. Surely this was nirvana? All Chan knew was he’d never felt this way before. He could die a happy man now.

Not that he wanted to die. Far from it. But what of Evan? Had Evan experienced what Chan just had? He hadn’t disappointed him in some way, had he? Judging by the sounds he made when he came, Evan had seemed pleased.

Suddenly anxious, Chan rolled onto his side to face Evan, only to meet the other man’s warm gaze. Chan looked deep into those beautiful jade eyes and melted inside at what he saw. Nothing but tenderness there, no criticism, no censure. Releasing a small breath of gratitude, he gave Evan a shy smile.

Now what?

Chan wasn’t sure what proper etiquette was in this situation, as he’d never experienced anything quite like this before. With the other men he’d been with, once they’d had their fill of Chan, they’d told him to dress and go home before rolling over and going to sleep, leaving Chan humiliated and used. But this was his home. Evan certainly couldn’t tell him to leave. Not that he thought the trooper would.

But he didn’t want Evan to leave, either. Should he offer to let him stay the night? Was that asking too much? Did he want too much from a man he barely knew but sincerely wanted to know more of?

“Are you tired?” Chan asked softly, hoping that Evan didn’t want to roll over and fall asleep, hoping for a sign that the other man wasn’t done with him.

Please stay…

“No, you?” came the welcome reply. Evan traced Chan’s lips with one finger, smiling at him. Such a beautiful smile he had, too. Everything about him was beautiful.

to be continued

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Tuesday, April 14, 2020

Virtual Book Tour: Wired by the FBI by Glenn Painter

Good morning! Please welcome author Glenn Painter to Full Moon Dreaming. He is here to tell us about his new release, Wired by the FBI. Glenn will be offering a $50 Amazon/BN GC to one randomly drawn commenter during the tour via Rafflecopter. The more you comment, the better your chances of winning. To find the other stops on Glenn's tour, go here. Don't forget to look for the Rafflecopter at the end of this post!

Wired by the FBI
by Glenn Painter


GENRE: Suspense, Thriller



Christian Romano lives his life as a con-artist, burglar, drug dealer, and a ladies' man, using his good looks to con wealthy women out of jewels and money. When he is arrested and jailed in one of the most violent jails in the U.S. (Cook County in Chicago), a steamy affair begins with a nympho female jail guard. When he loses control of the romance, Christian must end the affair by reporting her to Internal Affairs. It turns out that she is already under suspicion for supplying drugs to various gang members inside the jail. He has to decide if he is ""rogue"" enough to help set her up for arrest. Meanwhile, the FBI wants to recruit Christian to gather information against a sadist ex-cop, Scott Mason, who has been arrested for murder. The risk? Christian must wear a wire and testify. The reward? Witness protection for Christian and his girlfriend and a modification of his prison sentence. Will Christian risk his life for a chance at freedom? Will the female sheriff ""get even"" with him? Or will his life end at the hands of the jail's drug lords or a lunatic former cop?



Something’s wrong, my intuition told me, as I stepped out of the stairwell and into the chaotic frenzy of the main hallway running under Division One of the Cook County jail.

Sergeant Ricky Walsh opened the heavy, rusted steel door leading to the death trap—that is A-B stairwell—then turned to me. “Romano, take the stairs down four flights to the bottom, I will meet you there.”

There are four sets of stairs that lead to the main boulevard on the first floor. They are legendary for the infamous men who have been butchered there, the bloodstained walls are a testament to the violence that is the norm in this building. As I begin my descent down the narrow and poorly lit stairwell, the thought hits me: At least half a dozen men have been stabbed in this exact place. The words taunt me as I step slowly down the stairs so that Walsh will have time to beat me to the first floor in the old, decrepit elevator.

When I finally make it down, I breathe a sigh of relief. But it is not Walsh waiting at the huge, steel door I am to exit. Instead of the old mick—who looked and walked like a bulldog with his perfectly groomed hair and mustache—it was one of the lackey guards. They would often hang out on the main floor waiting to proposition some poor woman coming to visit her man. I open the door and step through quickly, not wanting to arouse suspicion. But my heart hangs in my throat.

During my trip down the stairwell, the heavy steel recorder slid down my pant leg, stopping on top of my right foot. The ACE bandage, meant to hold it in place, was also dangling and ready to pop out for everyone to see. Panic set in as my mind processed a million thoughts, but I couldn’t break my stride.

It was common knowledge that this is where inmates often came out stabbing when sent to attack a guard by one of the gang bosses. Looking past the guard, I saw Sergeant Walsh bearing down on us as fast as his stubby legs would carry him.

“Hey Walsh,” I said, “the food poisoning is getting worse, I’m gonna puke all over this guy.”ng around to see what was going on. These guards tolerated zero bull, especially from a smart-ass like me.

I decided that it was quicker and easier to shove the recorder under the waistband of my jail pants and pray it would stay. After splashing water on my face, I poked my head out.

Walsh fell right in line with my cover. “We’re going to the hospital, come with me!” he bellowed.

I exited the closet, pushing the recorder into my torso as we walked past another guard. We traveled down the long hallway. Once we were far enough out of earshot, Walsh found an unoccupied attorney visiting room. As he opened the door, I scurried to the far corner.

“The hallway is clear!” Walsh yelled.

I pulled the recorder from my waistband and looked at it with disdain. Then I wrapped it tight with the ACE bandage. Although the long recording wires had to be reconnected and it only took a few moments, it felt like forever.

Then it hit me: I’m wearing a wire against one of the most violent hitmen Chicago has ever known, and this prick had been a Chicago cop. He probably knows every person who works in this jail. Getting whacked in a place like this costs less than a carton of cigarettes. What the hell have I gotten myself into? But there was no backing out, and I still had to get back to my tier.

Walsh looked at me, his brow furrowed. He quietly asked, “You alright, kid?”

“I better be. I signed a deal with the devil, and it’s time to pay up.”

I drew in a deep breath as we headed to the hospital, so we could sign in and make it look legit.

How did my life get to this point? I wondered as I followed Walsh. Growing up in Chicago, I was exposed to police corruption, murder, drugs, gangsters, and sex, oh yes, lots and lots of sex.

I had no clue of what awaited me, but my unsavory legacy was about to go down in history like crap down a toilet.


Interview #1

Q/Do you ever wish you were someone else? Who?

I would like to be John Grisham.  He has a great imagination plenty of patience, determination and perseverance.  Plus, he is a very nice guy.  With all these qualities and a sense of humor, one can’t go wrong.

Q/What did you do on your last birthday?

My birthday was spent at home, opening presents of items I didn’t need, eating a lot of cake and ice cream and trying to create new descriptions for characters in my newest novel. One thing I did not do is run down the street in my birthday suit because, I am not an exhibitionist.

Q/What part of the writing process do you dread?

I dread reading and re-reading a finished manuscript even though I know it must be done.  It can be a tedious task and takes a lot of time. It seems like you can read it over a dozen times and still find errors or changes you need/want to make.

Q/Do you ever suffer from writer’s block? If so, what do you do about it?

To me there is no such thing as ‘writers block’, it is just a figure of speech.  It is a condition that comes to anyone, whether they are writing or working at a convenience store.  It is usually caused from fatigue or having your mind on something else that does not pertain to what you are doing.  The best way to overcome this problem is by taking a break or just going to sleep or not getting drunk.

Q/Tell us about your latest release

My latest book is about a con-artist, drug dealer and ladies’ man who uses his good looks to con wealthy women out of jewels and money.  He is finally arrested and jailed in one of the most violent jails in the U.S. (Cook County in Chicago).  When he gets into a steamy affair with a nympho female guard, he loses control of the situation and reports her to internal affairs.  It turns out she is also supplying drugs to various gang members inside the jail.  He sets her up for an arrest.  Because of this the FBI decides to recruit him to gather information against a sadist ex-cop.  He must wear a wire to do this but is rewarded with a modification of his prison sentence as well as, witness protection.

AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Glenn Painter is single and lives in Central Florida.  He became interested in writing at an early age but did not make it his career until 2014 when he published his first book, Beyond the Sentence.

Glenn has written this story from the notes by the man who actually lived it.  However, extensive research was also require in order to make the story factual.

Glenn has also founded a company, ‘Prisoner Civil Right Services.’  He is an advocate for incarcerated individuals who have had their rights violated.  He is in constant contact with these individuals, their families and the council.  Most of his stories are inspired by ‘factual events’ that have happened to these individuals.  This makes his stories both fiction and non-fiction.

Glenn says that writing is very challenging, and you must love the trials and tribulations that come with it.  He believes that patience, perseverance and determination are required essentials to see a book through to being published.  The journey is just as important as the destination.

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Thursday, April 9, 2020

Book Review: Soul Eater, Vol 8 by Atsushi Ohkubo

Soul Eater, Vol 8       

Author: Atsushi Ohkubo
Publisher: Yen Press
American release date: April 8, 2014
Format/Genre/Length: Paperback/manga/paranormal/188 pages
Overall Personal Rating: ★★★★★

It’s Black Star against the bodyguard Mifune! Mifune doesn’t have much choice in the matter, as the little witch Angela is being held hostage. Black Star has come to help Sid, who is to destroy the demon tool Mifune admires Black Star’s Uncanny sword, but is Tsubaki any match for Mifune’s Infinite One-sword style? When Tsibaki tries to persuade Mifune to become a teacher at DWMA, where he can work with children, he tells her the story of how he and Angela met.

Back at DWMA, Maka is still recovering in the infirmary, and gets annoyed when Soul and Black Star begin whispering together in front of her and won’t explain what’s going on.

Something evil is on the loose in Death City, as evidenced by the snake which has wriggled its way into a little girl, out for a walk with her mommy. When Sid returns with the blueprints for the demon tool, he’s surprised that Shinigami-sama tells him to seal it inside the Secret Vault for now, rather than destroy it. What can Shinigami-sama want with such a thing? Isn’t it dangerous to keep it intact? What if someone managed to get their hands on it?

Back at DWMA, Maka has returned to class. Tsubaki is concerned about Black Star. He keeps challenging other people and getting into fights. But why? Dr. Stein is trying to teach the students about cooperation and teamwork, but that isn’t working out so well. Meanwhile, at Arachnophobia headquarters, an unexpected player shows up in the form of Arachne’s younger sister, Medusa!
Death the Kid is throwing a party, and Tsubaki has made all the food, although Liz keeps taking credit for having done it, in order to impress a guy. But Patty and Soul put the kibosh on that plan pretty effectively! Kid unexpectedly tells Patty and Liz to come with him to the Sahara, by orders of the Shinigami. Their mission is to stop the Runaway Express. Shinigami suspects that it’s being powered by a Demon Tool, so they must overtake it and capture the tool! However, that means going toe to toe with with the Fisher King!

Crona is thrilled to be making friends at DWMA, even if Ragnarok can be rather surly to them at the best of times. But things are looking up for him… until a certain someone from his past shows up, someone he has always had trouble saying no to. Will Medusa use the child she was so quick to toss out? And for what purpose?

Two of my favorite things about this action-packed volume of Soul Eater are seeing Mifune again and seeing Death the Kid in action again. I like Mifune, and I hope that ultimately they’ll be able to persuade him to become a teacher at DWMA. With his love of children, I think he would be a natural. But for that to happen, there has to be a place there for Angela too. Which means some attitude readjustment regarding witches. As for Death, he’s one of my favorite characters, quirks and all. Sometimes it’s easy to forget just how very powerful he is, and watching him in action only serves to reinforce that.

My only lament is there is not much of Maka and Soul, but now that Maka is feeling better, I hope to see more of them in future volumes. Also, not much of Spirit, Maka’s father. I can’t help but feel he is actually growing and maturing. He does love his daughter very much (plus I think he’s cute lol).
The big mystery here concerns Shinigami and his growing collection of demon tools. Does he have ulterior motives for not destroying them? I don’t believe he’s doing it for bad reasons, maybe misguided ones? Hard to say at this point, too little information.

Another great volume, looking forward to more of the same!

Wednesday, April 8, 2020

Wednesday Briefs: Super Trooper #11 (2.7)

Good morning and Happy Hump Day! If it's Wednesday, then it must be time for more flash fiction from the Wednesday Briefers! We're a group of authors who bring you our finest flash fiction every week, 500 to 1000 words, inspired by one of our prompts.

The fun continues with Chan and Evan. See what's going on with these two sexy guys in this week's chapter of Super Trooper! Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what's up with them! Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!

Super Trooper #11 (2.7)

Evan hadn’t expected that, to be honest. Chan’s mouth on his cock felt amazing, warm and inviting. He was not such a strict disciplinarian that he grew angry if a man deviated from what he was told to do. In fact, Evan appreciated that Chan chose to show some initiative. That meant he was into this as much as Evan was.

And what Chan did next took Evan by surprise. He began to hum around Evan’s cock. Evan had never had this done to him before. The musical murmurs against his flesh were creating vibrations that pulsed through him in waves. He’d never known a blow job could be this good.

But he had to be careful. Evan knew that if Chan continued at this pace, he wouldn’t be able to keep from coming. And if he did that, he’d never be able to do what they actually came there for. He tapped Chan’s leg and the other man stilled immediately.

“Move up here,” Evan directed him. “I want to taste you.”

As Chan moved up his body, Evan was able to get a better look into his eyes. Large mocha eyes with flecks of gold. Evan couldn’t remember when he’d seen such lovely eyes. And if one’s eyes were the mirror to the soul… He took advantage of Chan’s proximity to kiss him again. Chan’s lips were already kiss-swollen, which only served to inflame Evan’s desire more. He couldn’t remember ever wanting to kiss someone the way he wanted to continue kissing Chan.

He motioned to Chan to straddle his face. Now he could admire Chan’s cock, which was a little darker than his skin, and uncircumcised. Chan pulled back the foreskin, exposing the pink head beneath. Evan kissed it reverently before taking it into his mouth as Chan moved his hands to grasp the headboard.

Evan repositioned his own hands behind Chan, caressing his cheeks as he sucked on him. He liked the way Chan tasted, the velvety smoothness of his dick. Pausing to take a breath, he looked up at Chan. “Fuck my mouth as hard as you want,” he encouraged him, suspecting Chan was deliberately taking it easy. But he knew he could take it, and he wanted it.

Chan readjusted his position and began to thrust into Evan’s mouth with greater force. Chan wasn’t too long, but he had a good girth which was very satisfying. Evan squeezed his ass in encouragement, wanting every inch of Chan he could get.

He took one hand and reached for his cock, already wet with precum, and dampened two fingers. He intended to stretch Chan before he entered him. He had no idea what Chan’s past history with men was, and it didn’t really matter. Only the here and now.

He inserted the tip of one finger inside Chan’s pucker, felt the muscles resist for a moment before relaxing into his touch. Evan cautiously slid more of his finger inside. Chan quivered, momentarily losing the momentum of what he was doing to focus on what was being done to him.

“More, please,” he gasped.

Evan obliged him and added the second finger as Chan resumed his hard thrusts inside Evan’s mouth.  Chan’s channel was warm and tight. If he had any experience with other men, Evan didn’t think it was recent, although he didn’t think Chan was a virgin either. Of course, neither was Evan, although technically he might be, since he’d never taken anyone inside of him, he’d always topped.

Evan scissored his fingers inside of Chan, reaching for that special bundle of nerves which could set Chan’s world aflame. And when he found it and pressed it, he could feel Chan’s whole body tremble, heard his small cry of desire, just before he felt him begin to release.

Chan thrust a few more times before giving himself up to the pleasure of his orgasm, crying aloud as he came inside Evan’s mouth. Evan sucked and swallowed as fast as he could, his fingers still dancing inside of Chan. He took everything Chan had to give before he had to come up for air.

He wanted a closer view, wanted more kissed. Moving his fingers from inside Chan, he gently pulled him down until they were face to face. Chan’s eyes seemed lightly glazed, his lips upturned into a satisfied smile.

“You’re beautiful,” Evan whispered just before he devoured Chan’s lips with a hunger which was only growing the longer he was with Chan. “Are you ready for me?”

“Oh yes, I am ready,” Chan said. “Please…”

Nothing else needed to be said. Evan flipped their positions until he was on top. He knew he was not actually porn star length or anything but he was no slouch either, measuring a healthy seven and a half inches, not too slender but not too fat either.

He ached to be inside of Chan, longed to fill him. He took his cock in hand and nudged Chan’s opening slightly before he began to slide inside. Chan’s muscles gripped him tightly once he was fully sheathed, sending new paroxysms of pleasure coursing through Evan.  A perfect fit.  He paused to enjoy the sensation of being completely united with Chan for the first time. He hoped this would be just the first time of many.

to be continued