Wednesday, February 11, 2015

Wednesday Briefs: Don't Look Back #33 (6.6)

Happy Hump Day everyone! I had a rocky start to the week, spent the weekend being sick and missed work Monday, but hopefully the worst is behind. So it's time to think about some flash fiction, and who better to do that with than the Wednesday Briefers?

This week, in Don't Look Back, Marshall finally gets his prize, in the form of Lee's ass! First time for everything! Don't miss every exciting moment! And then don't forget to check out what the other Briefers are up to. Their links follow my tale!

Don't Look Back #33 (6.6)


Once Lee had finished applying sufficient lubrication, Marshall positioned himself between his legs. He carefully and slowly inserted one finger inside Lee, trying to gauge his reaction.

“It’s fine,” Lee assured him, “keep going.”

Cautiously, Marshall slipped in a second finger. Lee’s muscles were deliciously tight. He could only imagine what it would feel like to be embedded in all that luscious heat. Lee shifted slightly, and Marshall froze in place. He could hear Lee’s breathing hitch just a little, and he started to remove his hand.

“No, you’re good, just hold on a sec.” Lee took a long breath and then released it. “Okay, go ahead.”

“You sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You’re not hurting me, I’m adjusting, that’s all. Feels good.” Lee’s smile was visible evidence of his pleasure.

Thanks to Lee, Marshall was familiar with the mechanics of stretching, even if he’d never applied the knowledge before now. He scissored his fingers and was gratified to feel the guardian muscles gradually relax at his touch.

“Like that?”

“Mmmhmmm,” Lee moaned in reply, his flushed face a testament to how much he liked what Marshall was doing.

Marshall wiggled his fingers, and Lee squirmed against them, his moans growing louder. Emboldened, Marshall pushed in, reaching for a particular little bundle of nerves. There it was. He touched the gland and was gratified at Lee’s reaction—he arched his back and released a yelp.

“Oh yeah, right there,” he managed to moan, and Marshall pushed on the spot again.

Lee’s cock was weeping copious amounts of pre-cum onto his belly. Marshall couldn’t resist. He leaned over and ran his tongue over the salty head, lapping at it. He felt Lee’s cock twitch, and he couldn’t resist mouthing off a little.

“Better not come until I tell you,” he warned.

 Lee chuckled. “I have more control over myself than you any damn day. Bring it on, boy.”

Now, wasn’t that a challenge? Besides being exactly what Marshall wanted to do.

He pressed against Lee’s prostate again, for good measure, before withdrawing his fingers. He could tell Lee was as ready as he was. His nervousness fell away as he positioned himself at Lee’s entrance. Even if he’d never done this before, it felt right and familiar and natural, his instincts asserting themselves over his inexperience. Slowly but surely he slid inside, sheathing himself within the velvet heat that was Lee, until he could go no farther, and he stopped.

He looked into Lee’s eyes and read the answer there to every question he’d ever had, and more. Love shone there, reflected in Lee’s dark blue gaze. It filled this moment, expanding until it overwhelmed and consumed Marshall. Never had anything felt more right or perfect.

Without hesitation, he began to thrust, quickly finding his rhythm, setting a pace between them which Lee matched. Together they were a perfect fit. Like two parts of a well-oiled machine, they flowed together—in and out, back and forth, in glorious harmony.

Lee clenched the sheets beneath him in a tight grip, his eyes darkened to large purple pools. Looking into those beautiful eyes, Marshall read his need and responded, clasping Lee’s cock and pumping it. Lee’s parted lips and breathy moan acknowledge he’d done the right thing.

Marshall felt his control begin to falter, even as he fought not to come. But damn, Lee was so tight, and so hot, and so…. so goddamn good to be inside he just wasn’t sure how long he could stave off the inevitable. This was better than his birthday, better than Christmas… better than anything he could think of, except being made love to by Lee. Two of them against the world. They could face anything, as long as they did it together.

One thing for damn sure—he wasn’t about to find his own release before Lee did. He tightened his grip on Lee’s pre-cum-slicked dick, and pumped it with short, strong strokes.

“Oh yeah, oh yeah…” Lee moaned. “Just like that, keep it comin’…”

Marshall squeezed harder, another need growing inside him, a longing, and even as he felt Lee’s orgasm begin to build—the telltale signs in his body too familiar to miss—he swooped down and meshed their mouths together, their bodies completely united in love. Their tongues met and mingled in passionate licking and sucking.

Marshall pulled back long enough to murmur, “Come for me,” then claimed Lee’s lips once more.
Lee’s cock pulsed within Marshall’s grasp, his cries of pleasure vibrating in Marshall’s mouth. Warm semen splashed them both as Lee came. Marshall continued to thrust, but knew he wouldn’t be far behind. Sure enough, just a few pushes and his own orgasm struck. He released inside of Lee, riding out the tremendous tidal wave as he came, a feeling so intense he thought he might pass out from sheer pleasure.

And when he had emptied himself, he collapsed in a sweaty heap atop Lee, panting.

Marshall didn’t want to move for a long long time, wanted to stay connected with Lee in this very primal way. It felt too good to lose quite yet, so he stayed still, letting his breathing return to normal. He felt Lee’s fingers in his hair, stroking and smoothing back the damp strands.

He rested one hand on Lee’s chest, tenderly caressing the damp flesh. On impulse, he leaned down and laid a kiss on one nipple, then the other. He glanced up to meet Lee’s eyes with his own.

“First time for both of us,” Lee said softly.

“Yep, it was.”

“Think maybe I’ll let you do that again sometime. If you mind your manners.” Lee’s eyes twinkled, and Marshall understood exactly what he was saying.

“Like it, did you?” he couldn’t resist asking with a smirk.

“Not saying yes, not saying no,” Lee teased. “Just saying mebbe.”

“Love you too, Lee,” Marshall whispered as they rearranged themselves into spoons and cuddled for a long while.

to be continued

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Monday, February 9, 2015

Love is Love Valentine's Day Blog Hop



Valentine's Day is right around the corner, and to celebrate that day, 43 authors have gotten together for a blog hop! There will be prizes, so stick around and look for the rafflecopter at the end of this post!

Some claim that Valentine's Day is an artificial holiday, and maybe it is, but the emotion behind it is real - it's a celebration of love. So why not accept it and go with it, right? Can you show the person you love too much how much you love him or her? Of course not!

I think this day is especially important for many members of the GLBT community, because for so long their love for one another has been marginalized and dismissed. We're here to tell you that love is love is love!

I write primarily m/m romances, so I know and love the genre, and enjoying delving into the hearts of men who love men. One of the prizes being offered in the giveaway is a copy of my novel, When Will I See You Again - a m/m paranormal romance/mystery. Let me tell you a little bit about it, and then show you all the authors, the prizes, and where to go.



When Will I See You Again takes place in a time when the presence of werewolves and vampires among the general populace is known and accepted, largely because of drugs that control any baser animal instincts. SL57 is the werewolf wonder drug, short for SomnioLupus, otherwise known as Wolf Trank. In the small seaside town of Crescent Bay, people come to the famous nightclub Charisma, mostly because of the charismatic man who is one of the best-known supes in the area: Raoul Marchand. Raoul is a regular party animal, one who lives but to have a good time, and who cares for no one and nothing. But he hasn’t always been this way...
 Blurb: Raoul Marchand is the crown prince of Charisma, the infamous night club in Crescent Bay, renowned for its supernatural clientele. He has the pick of any and all men, but he cares for none. He uses them and throws them away again, and has done so for some twenty years, in the aftermath of a tragedy that robbed him of what he loved most in the world.

Alexx Jameson is an idealistic young would-be reporter with the Crescent Bay Chronicle. Presented with an opportunity to write a story on the Marchands, he eagerly grasps the chance to be a real reporter. His friend, Chronicle receptionist Miller Fenwick, suggests they go to Charisma to do a little research. Alexx isn’t sure that’s such a great idea. After all, he’s still under age, being only twenty. No problem, Miller can fix that! Added bonus, there’s a full moon tonight.

When Alexx first encounters Raoul, it isn’t exactly in the way he dreamed of, and he’s sure he made a terrible first impression. But Fate throws them together under unforeseen circumstances, and the attraction between them can’t be denied. Can Raoul let go of the past long enough to find his future with Alexx, or is he doomed to repeat past mistakes?

Excerpt:

Alexx drew in his breath in dismay. This wasn’t going well. Even so, he could not stop staring at Raoul. His eyes met the other man’s. Raoul’s were very golden; he wasn’t aware such colors even existed in the spectrum of the human eye. But then again, he didn’t have any friends that were werewolves either. He wondered if this was a sign that perhaps this man was about to change, right here and now?

The thought was both exhilarating and frightening.

Alexx’s vision telescoped until he wasn’t aware of anything but this gorgeous man in front of him. Blood pounded in his ears and his mouth felt suddenly dry. Having lost all sense of the others in the room, he was surprised when he felt his chair yanked out from under him. Before he could fall, a hand grabbed the scruff of his neck, propelling him to his feet. He glanced at his companion; Miller was being subjected to the same surly treatment.

“You waste my time for this?” Raoul’s upper lip curled back in a snarl. Alexx found himself wildly attracted to him. “I have somewhere I need to be. Paolo, please show these gentlemen out.” Sarcastic much? He turned and reached for the door, but it opened before he touched it.

A shaggy blond with hazel eyes and a cheerful countenance stuck his head inside. “Hey Paolo—” He interrupted himself at the sight of the occupants of the room.

Alexx heard Miller’s sigh of relief, even as he too recognized the newcomer. He’d seen him around the Chronicle often enough, although he’d never really spoken to him. Foster Levine, son of the Chronicle’s owner—heir apparent and future newspaper magnate.


Alexx’s relief quickly changed to anxiety. What if Foster knew how old he really was? He couldn’t be sure one way or the other, but for the sake of argument, he had to assume he did. Would he out him to Raoul Marchand and his burly minion? Had they simply jumped from the frying pan to be scorched by the fire?



Prizes and Sponsors:


The prize is a basic Kindle ereader and 42 ebooks!

Hop sponsors:

A.J. Marcus, Aidee Ladnier, Alexa Milne, Amanda Young, Annabeth Albert, Anne Barwell, April Kelley, Brandon Shire, Bronwyn Heeley, C. J. Anthony, Catherine Lievens, Cecil Wilde, Charlie Cochrane, Christopher Koehler, David Connor, DP Denman, Draven St. James, Elin Gregory, Elizabeth Noble, Ethan Stone, Eva Lefoy, H.B. Pattskyn, Hayley B James, J.M. Dabney, Jennifer Wright, Jessie G, Julie Lynn Hayes, Karen Stivali, Kazy Reed, Kendall McKenna, L M Somerton, Lily G Blunt, Lisabet Sarai, Lynley Wayne, M.A. Church, Megan Linden, Morticia Knight, N.J. Nielsen, Neil Plakcy, Sibley Jackson, Stephen del Mar, Sue Brown, Tali Spencer, Tara Lain, Thianna Durston, TM Smith, Tracey Michael


 

Ebook Prizes:


Aidee LadnierThe Break-in
Amanda YoungWinner chooses from author's available titles
Bronwyn HeeleyWinner chooses from author's available titles
C. J. AnthonyHeaven
Charlie CochraneSomething from my back list - winner's choice.
David ConnorTidings of Comfort and Joey Down Under
DP DenmanWinner chooses from author's available titles
Elin GregoryAlike As Two Bees
Ethan StoneWinner chooses from author's available titles
Eva LefoyLove is a Mess anthology
H.B. PattskynHanging by the Moment
J.M. DabneyWhen All Else Fails
Jessie GThe Protector
Julie Lynn HayesWhen Will I See You Again
Lisabet SaraiNecessary Madness
Lynley WayneWinner chooses from author's available titles
M.A. ChurchThe Harvest series (book #1 and book #2)
Morticia knightAll Fired Up (Sin City Uniforms 1)
N.J. NielsenWinner chooses from author's available titles
Sibley JacksonPrivate Performance
Sue BrownThe Next Call
Tali SpencerDangerous Beauty
Tara LainCanning the Center
Thianna DurstonThe Blake/Dusty Chronicles: Two Sides of the Same Coin
Alexa MilneRainbow Connection (due out 13th Feb) or Sporting Chance.
Anne BarwellWinner chooses from author's available titles
April KelleyWhispers of Home
Brandon ShireThe Love of Wicked Men - Episode One
Catherine LievensJamie
Cecil WildeDefying Convention
Christopher KoehlerPoz
Draven St. JamesScent of a Wolf
Elizabeth NobleWinner chooses from author's available titles
Hayley B JamesUndercover Addiction
Jennifer WrightAll 3 Finding Home Series books - Pavarus, Morvea, & Airos
Karen StivaliMoment of Impact
Kendall McKenna1) Strength of the Pack 2)Waves Break My Fall
L M SomertonRasputin's Kiss
Lily G BluntPaint the Sky
Megan LindenRunning Off the Edge
Stephen del MarDark Love
TM SmithOpposites
Tracey MichaelPretty Please

Hop sites:

A.J. Marcus
Aidee Ladnier
Alexa Milne
Amanda Young
Annabeth Albert
Anne Barwell
April Kelley
Brandon Shire
Bronwyn Heeley
C. J. Anthony
Catherine Lievens
Cecil Wilde
Charlie Cochrane
Christopher Koehler
David Connor
DP Denman
Draven St. James
Elin Gregory
Elizabeth Noble
Ethan Stone
Eva Lefoy
H.B. Pattskyn
Hayley B James
J.M. Dabney
Jennifer Wright
Jessie G
Julie Lynn Hayes
Karen Stivali
Kazy Reed
Kendall McKenna
L M Somerton
Lily G Blunt
Lisabet Sarai
Lynley Wayne
M.A. Church
Megan Linden
Morticia knight
N.J. Nielsen
Neil Plakcy
Sibley Jackson
Stephen del Mar
Sue Brown
Tali Spencer
Tara Lain
Thianna Durston
TM Smith
Tracey Michael




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Sunday, February 8, 2015

Guest blogger: Jon Keys

Please welcome my friend and fellow author, Jon Keys, who's here to talk about his new release,
Razor. Jon, make yourself at home, why don't you, and go ahead and start while I get us something to drink?













Hey Julie! Thanks for letting me visit! Razor was released by Decadent Publishing on Feb 6th. It’s my first urban fantasy, of sorts, and I’m very excited. It’s part of Decadent Publishing’s Beyond Fairytales collection. Razor is a retelling of The Little Folk from Brother’s Grimm. Yeah, I’d never heard of it either. LOL. I hope everyone enjoys Razor as much as I did.
~ Jon ~




blurb
When the world crashes down around your ears, sometimes all you can do is punt and hope for the best. That’s exactly what James and Micah decide to do when one of them is diagnosed with cancer, and the other discovers a serious heart defect. When the doctor tells them to start working on their bucket lists, the two take a trip in an effort to create some good memories, and forget the ugly truths, while they focus on their time in each other’s arms.
Their vacation turns into much more than they anticipated when they find themselves drawn to a club like sailors to a siren. Several sexy waiters, some unforgettable lap dances, and one whip-wielding stud later, they stumble upon the answer to their prayers. Their sex is wild again, and the pair find themselves living for tomorrow. But with every answer comes questions, and Micah’s search for more may destroy them both.
Will they be able to recover from his thirst for the truth? Or will the men always live walking on the edge of a Razor?

Excerpt from Razor.
Micah made the landing and stood watching James ascend. A few seconds later, he reached the top and looked around. They found themselves outside a door almost as dark as the night, set into a wall of Cimmerian brick that disappeared into the gloom on either side. The doorman standing beside it was equally striking. He stood taller than James’s six feet, and wore only a black leather kilt and heavy boots that seemed to consume the lower part of his muscular legs. No one would dare challenge the man. His torso rippled in ways James had never seen before. His face was rugged, covered with a few days’ scruff trimmed precisely along his jawline. Before he could think of what they should do, the doorman spoke.
“Welcome to Razor. What’s your pleasure tonight?”
James stood speechless as the deep bass of the man’s voice resonated through the night. “The music. The music is wonderful. We caught it from a few blocks off and wanted to hear more.”
A smile emerged on the man’s face and changed him from executioner to guardian. “Of course, the music. You’ve found the right place. Just in time, too. Tonight is drawing to a close.”
He grasped the bronze door pull that was easily as long and thick as James’s forearm and opened the massive door with little apparent effort. He motioned them into the portal with a wave. “Go. Enjoy yourself.”
The pair moved toward the opening and peered inside. The room was dim, except for an empty stage bathed in warm light. James noticed the musical trio creating the instrumentals that had lured them through the foggy night. They glanced back to the grinning bouncer who encouraged them forward with a nod.
They stepped into the room and paused to take it in. From the elaborately carved dark mahogany bar lined with every imaginable type of liqueur, to the lovingly worn floor that had seen thousands of pairs of feet during its existence, it was all club. The couple moved inside as the door closed behind them with scarcely a whisper.
As they studied the room, two things struck James. First, they were the only customers. Second, everyone else in the room wore very little and was male. Their smiling waiter stepped to their table. James swallowed hard as he looked at the man standing before him. He dressed in the same boots as the bouncer, which were buckled to just below his knees. The remainder of the waiter’s clothing consisted of a black leather jockstrap filled to capacity.
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Bio:
Jon Keys’ earliest memories revolve around books; with the first ones he can recall reading himself being “The Warlord of Mars” and anything with Tarzan. (The local library wasn’t particularly up to date.) But as puberty set in he started sneaking his mother’s romance magazines and added the world of romance and erotica to his mix of science fiction, fantasy, and comic books.
A voracious reader for almost half a century, Jon has only recently begun creating his own flights of fiction for the entertainment of others. Born in the Southwest and now living in the Midwest, Jon has worked as a ranch hand, teacher, computer tech, roughneck, designer, retail clerk, welder, artist, and, yes, pool boy; with interests ranging from kayaking and hunting to painting and cooking, he draws from a wide range of life experiences to create written works that draw the reader in and wrap them in a good story.



Wednesday, February 4, 2015

Wednesday Briefs: Don't Look Back #32 (6.5)

Good morning and Happy Wednesday/Hump Day! Welcome to another edition of the Wednesday Briefers - flash fiction brought to you by happy authors, between 500 and 1000 words, inspired by one of our clever prompts!

This week, Marshall comes closer to getting his heart's desire, which involves having his way with Lee, in Don't Look Back. I think he's almost ready to climb aboard, so to speak! Enjoy! And don't forget to see what the other Briefers have been doing. Their links follow my tale!

Don't Look Back #43 (6.5)


Lee gave no indication he’d noticed Marshall’s entrance. Marshall realized it was up to him to make the first move, and that knowledge was thrilling to him. This was it, the time was now.

Lee had turned on the bedside lamp in order to read. Marshall rounded the bed and clicked it off, gently removing Lee’s paperback from his loose grasp. Marshall glimpsed the corner of Lee’s mouth go up, as if he’d been expecting as much. He never said a word when Marshall thrust a bookmark inside and laid it on the table. He never moved either, comfortably reclining on one side, his back to Marshall.

Turning back to Lee, Marshall lowered his head to Lee’s neck and kissed the soft flesh. He inhaled Lee’s skin, growing hard at the familiar scent. His hand moved down along Lee’s body, tenderly stroking and caressing. He heard a soft rumble issue from Lee, which only served to inflame his desire.

His swelling cock was issuing an ultimatum—get inside that hot body right now or else… But Marshall had no intention of making this into a quick fuck just to get his nuts off. This was so much more than a matter of simple satisfaction. This was a watershed in their relationship, and he knew it. 

This would mark the beginning of their true partnership. Not that Marshall didn’t feel himself to be Lee’s partner already—his equal in every way. And not like anything would overtly change between them.

This would be the final step on the road they’d chosen to take together, the one begun when they realized how much deeper their relationship was than mere father and son. Partners forever, lovers forever… two men with one heart and soul. Nothing else mattered.

Marshall lightly skimmed his fingertips over Lee’s toned ass, marveling at the feel of his musculature. Not a bit of flab; soft in all the right places and hard where it counted. He cupped one cheek in the palm of his hand and squeezed. The only thing better than touching was…

“On your stomach and spread’em,” he said.

“You going to let go of that?” Lee snarked. Marshall couldn’t help but grin. He squeezed Lee again for good measure then released him. Lee rolled gracefully onto his stomach, pillowing his head on his hands as he spread his legs for Marshall’s benefit.

“Did you want anything else spread?” he asked in a pseudo-innocent voice as Marshall settledbetween Lee’s legs .

“Yeah, but I can handle that.” Marshall applied one hand to each of Lee’s cheeks, revealing the dusky pucker in between, producing a swift intake of breath. His mouth filling with saliva at the sight, Marshall quickly swallowed before diving in between the twin mounds of flesh. He raked his tongue gently across Lee’s hole, felt him quiver in response then repeated the action.

He loved to rim Lee as much as Lee enjoyed being rimmed. Loved the taste and feel of his hole, loved delving inside the tight muscles, relaxing them with his touch. He could easily lunch on Lee all day and night…

But not tonight.

When he’d gotten enough of a taste to satisfy that particular need, he raised his head and lapped at the crease before moving back onto his haunches.

He wasn’t going to take Lee from behind. No way. He wanted to look into those gorgeous eyes as he topped him for the first time—hopefully not the last. Besides, the missionary position offered better opportunities for kissing without twisting around quite so much.

However, there was something he wanted to do first…

He scooted up Lee’s body, straddling him on his butt. This would be the perfect position to reach what he wanted. He’d sat on Lee like this many times, so he knew he wasn’t too heavy for him. Marshall wanted to make sure Lee was good and relaxed. He intended to massage any tension from Lee’s body before he entered it for the first time.

Placing a hand on either shoulder, he rubbed at the muscles beneath his palms and was happy to find them at ease. He’d concentrate on massaging for pleasure, then. Sometimes they liked to use warm oil, but not today. There would be many other days for such things ahead of them.

“How does that feel?” he asked, leaning closer to Lee’s ear.

“Feels wonderful. Aren’t you afraid you’ll put me to sleep?” Lee teased.

Marshall chortled. “I think I can keep your attention, old man,” he riposted. “Don’t you worry about that.”

“Wasn’t worried at all, boy.”

Marshall read the message beneath the words. Lee’s way of saying he trusted him.

He finished his massage by peppering kisses across Lee’s back, from shoulder to shoulder. “Ready for me?”

“Bring it on,” Lee replied in a lust-filled voice.

Marshall swung one leg over, moving off Lee’s ass. He crawled on his knees far enough to be able to reach the lube he’d left on his night table. With his free hand, he swatted Lee’s ass. “Roll over,” he directed.

“Can’t make up your mind?” Lee snickered, even as he obeyed. Marshall proudly noted Lee’s dripping cock standing proud and tall, just begging to be touched. Such a beautiful sight.

“Just putting you through your paces, seeing what you can do,” Marshall countered with a wink. He flipped the top on the tube of lube and squeezed some onto his fingers.

“How about I rub some on your cock?” Lee offered. “Before you grease up my ass.”

Didn’t that sound like a plan?

Lee held out one hand, and Marshall poured some of the scented lubricant into his waiting palm, then capped it and set it aside. Lee rubbed his hands together, then reached for Marshall, engulfing his cock in his clasp. He gripped it tightly, sliding his hand up and down the swollen shaft.

At that moment, Marshall felt as though he’d done died and gone to heaven.

to be continued

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Monday, February 2, 2015

Guest Blogger: Chris T. Kat

Please welcome my dear friend, fellow author, and future co-author Chris T. Kat! She's here to talk
about her new release, Bratty Angel, which came out with eXtasy Books today! Grab a seat, Chris, and tell everyone about your story. I'm lucky that I've already gotten to read it, so I know how good it is! I'll grab us something to drink while you do.


















Buy links:

Blurb:
A bratty angel…

First Patrick is accosted by a hellhound with a yen for fries and ketchup. Then he encounters a beautiful, but bratty angel who doesn’t seem to understand the concept of ‘no’… or personal space. Not to mention he demands Patrick pleasure him, which Patrick refuses to do. So why does Patrick feel a connection to this unruly seraphim? And why can’t he forget him?

Two weeks later, the brat is back, making more demands. But Patrick makes it clear he doesn’t do demands. That should be the end of it, right? Or not… Maybe there’s more to this bratty angel than meets the eye. If Patrick has the patience to get past his bratty ways.

Excerpt:
Patrick rounded the corner fast, almost too fast. He barely kept his balance, groaning when his left knee twisted, reminding him that his ability to outrun anyone or anything had taken a turn for the worse. If that damn thing he'd only snatched a brief glimpse of got him, he'd be mauled and killed.

The huge, nightmarish thing panted as it chased after him, gusts of his surprisingly clean-smelling breath wafting to him. As Patrick raced through the deserted streets—because who the hell took a shortcut at this time of the night—he searched for a hiding spot. A fire ladder would work too, or whatever. Anything really, so he could put a safe distance between himself and the grotesque creature. He could have avoided all of this but, damn him, he'd indulged in his human body's desire for junk food. Next time he was going to order his food in—if he lived long enough.

Patrick's lungs burned, and his leg muscles screamed bloody murder at him. Fuck the universe for rendering him incapable of flying. He’d been trapped in this human body for twenty-three years already, and no one would ever think he'd once been strong and—best not to go there. Nothing good ever came of his memories.

Patrick stumbled, and a hot gust of air tickled his neck. He plunged face forward to the ground, all air rushing out in one short pained gasp. Reflexively he put his hands behind his head to protect his vulnerable neck.

The freaking thing growled and yanked at the bag containing Patrick's junk food. Patrick yelped when the bag tore open, spilling its contents all over.

Curled up on the ground, Patrick peeked over his shoulder when a chuckle drew his attention. Someone hunkered down next to him before gentle fingers pried the last string of the bag from his hand. Patrick gritted his teeth, wishing he was in possession of his power instead of lying there, almost whimpering in fear.

“Don't worry, he's not malicious. He just wants your fries,” a soft, melodious voice informed him. The fries-loving beast growled, sending goose bumps up Patrick's spine. The voice added, “Right. He wants your fries and your ketchup. You see, the ketchup is majorly important.”

The person who'd spoken to him withdrew, and the creature's paws clicked on the ground as it followed the voice. Whoever it was rustled the wraps of his food and talked soothingly to the yipping beast. Carefully and slowly, Patrick turned on his side to take a look. His heart thumped painfully hard against his ribcage, almost causing it to burst.

In the corner of the badly lit alley crouched something that seemed to be a mix between a large dog and a wolf, but the size of a pony. That wasn't even the strangest characteristic of the beast. No, the strangest characteristic was the dark brown, folded wings on the beast's back. That couldn't be!

Patrick's gaze traveled to the hands that dumped his fries on the torn bag, generously spreading ketchup all over them. The beast licked the hand in a grateful gesture before it dug into the food.

Patrick's breath caught when he observed the naked man who knelt next to the creature. The man's face was beautiful, no doubt about that. Patrick's gaze slid along a slender throat, finely toned shoulders, and a slight frame. A white, feathery wing covered the man's crotch.
An angel.

Chris T. Kat
Chris T. Kat lives in the middle of Europe, where she shares a house with her husband of many years and their two children. She stumbled upon the M/M genre by luck and was swiftly drawn into it. She divides her time between work, her family—which includes chasing after escaping horses and lugging around huge instruments such as a harp—and writing. She enjoys a variety of genres, such as mystery/suspense, paranormal, and romance. If there's any spare time, she happily reads for hours, listens to audiobooks or does cross stitch.


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Sunday, February 1, 2015

New Release - Belgian Chocolate Remedy

I am happy to announce I have a brand new release today, Belgian Chocolate Remedy, at eXtasy Books. You may remember I published this story once before with another publisher, but that didn't work out very well, and I have since left them.


Here is my cover, with Belgian chocolate shell candy, and a latte.

This story was originally written for a call from a different publisher which a friend told me about. However, I realized that I wasn't going to make the deadline, even though I was pretty close. But I wasn't done and I didn't want to rush it.

Belgian Chocolate Remedy is the story of two men who have lost their way - Milan is a Belgian chocolatier who came to this country with his brother Ludolf, but his brother was tragically taken away and he is floundering without him. Jesse was dumped by his boyfriend and has lost all interest in life and has no purpose, so when his best friend Reggie summons him to Lafayette, Indiana, he goes - why not? There, their paths cross.

The original call asked for a story with chocolate, so I found Milan. Here is my original inspiration picture for him.



I think he is handsome, and has an air of sorrow about him.

Now, here is Jesse.



Smoldering and brooding, don't you think? I have another pic of him that's a little more... revealing. Want to see it? Okay, here it is.


Here are a blurb and excerpt from Belgian Chocolate. I hope you enjoy them, I had fun writing them.

Blurb:  Milan, a Belgian chocolatier, has lost his beloved brother. Yet life goes on, and he must ready his booth for Outfest—Ludolf would have wanted him to carry on. Jesse is a rudderless soul, unable to cope with the rejection of his lover. He comes to Lafayette, Indiana at the request of his best friend, Reggie. She inveigles him into helping her friend Milan… a way to pass the time, or something more?

Excerpt:  Milan had gone back to his last batch of chocolate—unscathed and unburned—and removed it from the burner, where it was cooling. “Would you like to brush the molds with chocolate?” he asked.

“Sure, I guess.” Jesse shrugged. It didn’t seem that difficult, at least in theory. “What’s it for?”

“To coat them.” Milan pulled a pastry brush from a drawer. He already set the molds out; they were simply waiting to be used.  “I have some in the freezer already done,” he explained, seeing Jessie’s questioning look.  “This is not all I have.”

“Okay,” Jessie said, “just show me what you want me to do.”

“Here.” Milan carried the pot of chocolate to the center of the work table. “Set a trivet there, will you?”

“A what?”

“A trivet,” Milan repeated, nodding to the counter behind Jessie.  “That blue thing there. I will set the pot on it so it does not burn the surface.”

“Sure.” Jessie laid the round blue object onto the table, as Milan set the pot.  “Take the brush and dip it like this.” He demonstrated just how far into the chocolate he wanted him to go. “Then lightly brush over each mold, like so.”

Jesse admired the ease with which Milan worked, as if he’d been born to do nothing else. He had very nice hands, he noticed. How would those hands feel on Jesse’s cock? Would he touch it with the same care? His breath caught at the thought.

Milan offered the pastry brush to Jessie. He shook himself from his reverie and took it, pushing the forbidden image away. “So you’re selling these tomorrow. At Outfest. Right?”

“That is correct,” Milan replied. “You are coming, yes?”

“I am unless I want Reggie to tan my hide.”

Milan smiled.

“She would, you know,” Jesse continued, “You ever see her get mad?”

“Yes, I have,” Milan admitted, “I would not care to be the object of her anger.”

“Me either.”

“A little lighter, please.” Milan had been watching Jessie work. “Here.” He laid his hand over the other man’s. “Like this. Just enough to coat it. I will fill it in after we put in the fruit.”

Their eyes met and for a moment their hands stopped moving, each acutely aware of the other. Milan broke away first. “I will do this one,” he offered, “then we can do the first freeze.”

“First freeze?”

“Yes. We are forming a shell so it will hold the weight of the candy.”

“Okay.” Jesse thought it made sense, but what did he know. He dipped the brush into the chocolate again, making his strokes lighter, earning a “bon” from Milan. He knew enough French to know that meant good. He relaxed a little at the praise.

Once they had set the molds into the freezer, Milan removed the completed candies that waited there. He showed Jesse how to unmold them, and how to put them into their little paper beds, and into the waiting boxes. Then he let him apply the second coating himself.

“You are doing well,” he encouraged him.

“Thanks.”

A few minutes of companionable silence passed, Jesse concentrating on the task at hand, Milan stealing surreptitious peeks at the brunet. Whether he was willing to admit it to himself, he was glad for his company. Jesse’s presence was pushing the shadows away.

“Milan?”

“Yes, Jesse?”

“This is your place, right?” Jessie encompassed the kitchen with his glance. He couldn’t help but feel a lot of love had gone into making this room the place it was. More than a kitchen, it was Milan’s haven.

“It is, yes. Mine.”

“When are you going to open, then? Reggie said you were going to open your candy store after Outfest, right?”

Milan paused in the act of retrieving a container of raisins from the refrigerator. It was a legitimate question. It’s what businesspeople did—they opened for business. So why was he so hesitant to set a date? Maybe because he didn’t see it ever happening, without Ludolf’s guidance.?

“I do not know,” he mumbled, setting the bowl on the table, not meeting Jesse’s eyes. “There is work that needs to be done, construction work and…and licenses…and I do not know what, I mean I just do not know…”

Jesse reached out his hand without thinking, but Milan had already turned away. Jesse’s heart ached for the other man—he sounded so alone, so lost. Jesse wanted to gather him up in his arms, comfort him, soothe him, stop his tears, and end his pain. And yes, he wanted to get naked with him, too—to touch him, feel him, and lose himself in Milan. He wanted to taste his lips and take away his misery.

His feet moved, as though his thoughts had manifested themselves into action. His fingers brushed across the top of the table as he edged around it, toward Milan. He had no clear purpose he simply needed to be closer to him.

Milan was a few inches taller than Jesse, he discovered, as he came up behind him. Jesse’s lips were at about the level of Milan’s jaw, and he found it hard not to simply kiss him there, to stop his shoulders from shaking, to stem the tears he suspected were falling. He reached up his arms, wanting to hug Milan to him tightly, to take the first step—

The tinkle of the shop bell. Jesse retreated, stumbling back to his side of the table. In his haste, his hand knocked a spoon off the table. It clattered onto the floor. Milan spun around, dabbing at one eye with his right hand.  He left a small smear of chocolate on his cheekbone. Jesse bent to retrieve the spoon, resisting the urge to wipe the chocolate away. The moment passed; he felt like a coward.


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