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Friday, December 23, 2011

Flash Fiction Friday #10

Merry pre-Christmas Friday everyone! 
~or~
Happy Holidays for whatever you may be celebrating!
*big smiles*


Did you see? Did you notice???  I'm in double digits! Yay me!!! *stops and crosses arms over chest* Not like that…and that's double letters not digits so ha! *heads desk* You know I'm talking to you…don't look all shy now…you scoped them out…nice aren't they? *winks* Anyway – I was talking about this being my lucky #10 FFF! *giggles*

Yeah…okay…anyhoo—

Are you ready for the flashing to begin????

So this Friday Flash Fiction is a number of talented authors getting together to describe a picture with just 100 words, not 101...not 99 - 100 hits the mark.

Enough idle chatter? Well if you say so...but I personally say I never can get enough...*smirks*

Okay *pulls curtain back for a winter wonderland to appear before us* come on…tell me what you see…



"They waltzed around the open courtyard, loving life at that moment. Who cared if the snow falling melted to puddles as soon as it hit the ground, ruining their attire? This was worth the sacrifice. They had each other and no one could break their bond. He stopped and leaned toward her. She clutched at him. Their lips met for the first time."

Wade snatched the snow globe from his best friend, tilting it again. "That's what you see, Eric? That's beautiful."

Eric tilted Wade's face toward him and leaned in. "You're beautiful." Their lips met for the first time.

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*lets curtain fall back into place and sighs happily* I agree…beautiful.

*grabs your hand and makes the leap giggling* now for the fun part—let's blog hop to the next yummy morsel awaiting our presence!



Friday, December 16, 2011

Flash Fiction Friday #9


Happy Friday everyone! 

Are you ready for the flashing to begin????

So this Friday Flash Fiction is a number of talented authors getting together to describe a picture with just 100 words, not 101...not 99 - 100 hits the mark.

Enough idle chatter? Well if you say so...but I personally say I never can get enough...*smirks*

Okay *takes your hand and tip toes down a dorm hall…stops short of these two morose cuties* today you will be flashed by Derek and Chris…seeing inside peoples souls isn't always easy…




"So, he did it to you again?" Chris leaned against the wall and looked down the hall at his roommate. He wondered how many more times Derek was going to let this happen?


Derek never took his eyes off of the couple through the window. "He just doesn't want it known, he has his football scholarship to think about."

"If he didn't want it to be known but faithfully loved you, that would be one thing. For him to prance around the campus with that bimbo while not wanting it to be known is a completely different thing."

"Yeah, but…"


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*shakes head sadly* Yeah…but...

*claps hands together and smiles* okay...now for the fun part - let us blog hop to the next yummy!









Friday, December 9, 2011

Flash Fiction Friday #8

Happy Friday everyone! 
Are you ready for the flashing to begin????

So this Friday Flash Fiction is a number of talented authors getting together to describe a picture with just 100 words, not 101...not 99 - 100 hits the mark.

Enough idle chatter? Well if you say so...but I personally say I never can get enough...*smirks*

Okay *opens dressing room door and peeks in* today I'm flashing you Sera's goodies...she's come to the end of her soul searching road...





"Just sign the damn contracts!" Duke tossed a manila folder on the vanity, Sera's infamous picture in that billowy white dress slipping out and staring at her accusingly.

"No."

Her real friends walked in. She looked at them; Lenny was tall and lanky with a pock-marked face and David would have worked and owned that dress, seriously.

"You're choosing them over me and Vogue? You aren't a loser anymore Sera, you lost the flab—you're one of the beautiful now. Embrace it!"

"You'll always be blind, Duke. You see three losers standing in front of you, I see my future."


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*sighs and quietly closes the door* Duke will never get it...

okay...now for the fun part - let us blog hop to the next yummy!


Friday, December 2, 2011

Flash Fiction Friday #7


Happy Friday everyone! 
Are you ready for the flashing to begin????

Today is a special superdy duper Friday...my antho with the Story Orgy is released today from Breathless Press! Word Play contains five terrific stories - a little something for everyone!

So this Friday Flash Fiction is a number of talented authors getting together to describe a picture with just 100 words, not 101...not 99 - 100 hits the mark.

Enough idle chatter? Well if you say so...but I personally say I never can get enough...*smirks*

Okay *swings cover of keyhole to side and peeks through whispering* here are my goodies...







"I'm so damn horny!" Joey rolled onto her back and floated her legs in the air, tilting her head to look at her best friend.

Terry chuckled, "I know you aren't talking to me. Sorry sweetcheeks, you don't have the right plumbing."

"Yeah yeah yeah…right back atcha babe."

Terry propped up on his elbows and smirked. "I'm so damn horny!"

Joey laughed, "Well I know you aren't talking to me. Sorry handsome, you don't have the right plumbing."

She rolled off the bed and tapped his shoulder. "Come on, let's find you a man…"

He nodded. "And you a woman."



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*lets cover of keyhole free...it swings back into place* okay...now for the fun part - let us blog hop to the next yummy!



Come play with the Story Orgy...five times over! :)

Story Orgy's anthology is out...today!!!!!!  Word Play is five terrific stories ... a little something for everyone ... 

Available from Breathless Press



Off the Beaten Path
JR Boyd
Best Friends and landscaping entrepreneurs, Mitch Sterling and Colby Merritt, enjoy their comradeship. Can scouting country roads for business opportunities unveil a lifetime of passion?

The Park at Sunrise
Lee Brazil
First they were three, now there are two. Can Jason and Morgan make a relationship work without Paul?

Wicked Reflection
Hank Edwards
A sexy, bad boy neighbor, a handsome detective investigating an unsolved murder, and a ghostly warning help Kirk uncover the deadly secret within his new house.

Harlan's Ryde
Havan Fellows (me!!!)
Ryder made a mistake Harlan can't forgive. Will Ryder cross a line no man should cross to obtain a second chance?

Harper's Discovery
Em Woods
When Harper finally sees the light and dumps his cheating boyfriend, can Pitt convince Harper to trust him enough to let it all go?


The first chapter from Harlan's Ryde

Chapter One

Harlan Mychels grabbed sodas out of the fridge for him and his man. He loved saying that. His hot-as-all-get-out, buff, and delicious man. He sneaked a peek into the living room at the man in question, Ryder Halloway.
Harlan couldn't believe his luck as to have Ryde's attention, not because of any college status scale, or because of his Roman-gladiator build, or even because Harlan lacked self-esteem—which he didn't; realists ran in his family. No, he couldn't believe it because Ryder had never hung around Harlan's crowd; they attended the same university, but they ran in different circles. Harlan didn't even know that he blipped on Ryder's screen until the day that Ryde had approached him with the charming line, "Yep, I'm taking you out to dinner tonight. Hope you do Thai, and me." Then the smirk came and down Harlan went. Figuratively, not literally—well, not that night, at least. He couldn't even get pissed at Ryde's audacity; that smirk gave him a free pass. It flustered Harlan so badly he had jotted down his phone number with a pathetic doodled heart on Ryder's hand, then gone home and sat by the phone waiting.
That happened six months ago, six of the best damn months of Harlan's life. He looked forward to the next six months, hell, the next six years. He knew a keeper when he saw one; he could feel it. Today, here, now—time for this discussion had come. He returned to the couch and looked into his soulmate's eyes. No matter how corny it sounded, Harlan was positive.
They drank their sodas and discussed inconsequential items, the nice easy banter that doesn't fill up the silence but enriches it. Then he did it. He faced Ryder on the couch, took his hand, and let it rip. "Ryder, half a year, you and me for a half a year." He swung his pointer finger between them and smiled. "That isn't a long time for people just starting their adult life.  But long enough for me to know for sure, this works. We work. When I wake up in the morning, I think of you. I have to stop myself from calling you and hearing your voice. I make breakfast based on your favorite things to eat. I get dressed according to what you like to see me in, even if I don't plan on meeting you that day. When you aren't around, I miss you, and when you are, I can't touch you, look at you, be close to you enough." He stopped to catch himself before he started blubbering. He aspired for maturity here. "What I'm trying to say is I love you, Ryder. I want us to have a long, happy life together, and I think we should start that life by finding an apartment of our own."
Harlan sighed with relief that he had actually gotten through his spiel without making an ass out of himself and smiled at Ryder. For all the doubts he had about himself, this he didn't doubt. He knew in his heart how Ryder felt.
Seconds turned to minutes, and his smile froze on his face. Why wasn't Ryder professing his own love in return? He watched as the light left Ryde's eyes, as the smile faded. What had he said wrong? Ryder loved him, he knew it; he just knew it.
Ryder began to talk, but the visuals Harlan got from Ryder's face and body language were so strong that he only caught half the words: drunk, wrestler, future, fling, satisfied.
Finally Ryder's ramblings stopped and they just sat there looking at each other.
The silence between them was no longer amicable. Harlan ingested the words spoken, his brain finally arranging them into the proper order. He didn't satisfy Ryder. Ryder had sex with another man who did. Harlan felt his lips start to tremble, felt the moisture pool in his eyes, and knew he had to get out of there. He couldn't—no, he wouldn't—cry in front of the man he had just spilled his heart out to.
One fact was clear in his mind above everything else. His future didn't have six more months, much less six more years. His future didn't have any more anything.
He dropped his half-empty can of soda on the table and watched it teeter, then fall off the edge. He stood, using every ounce of strength not to fall the same way that can of soda did. The pain shooting up his left side and landing in his heart felt real. His heart pounded, thundering against his chest, threatening to break right through. It felt real. But hey, everything healed in time.
Without uttering a single word to Ryder, whether in retaliation to his confession or in anger to his own hurt, Harlan made a beeline for the front door and out of Ryder's life. He changed his phone number that very same night and instructed his family not to pass any information either way. He transferred to the local community college, needing the distance away from his first broken love to have any hope in completing his studies. He had successfully blocked all means by which Ryder could hurt him again...


Saturday, November 26, 2011

Take a break with SO's antho And The Prompt Is...

Oh boy...my computer is burning up with all my Christmas shopping I am thinking of doing! Thanksgiving went great - now the trials of the jolly o'bearded man are coming! hehe

If you need a break from your shopping and decorating...here is a terrific read you should check out - The Story Orgy's first ever published anthology - And The Prompt Is... 


It's chocked full of something for everyone and available at Amazon and 1Place for Romance





Picking up Quinn
Em Woods
Will racer Quinn Rowan and tow truck driver Liam Nelson find that love is enough to cross even the greatest divide?

Finding Pleasure
JR Boyd
This yarn takes a glimpse inside the life of paramedic Sterling Kost, whom works side-by-side with his assigned partner and EMT Innocenzo Lucciano (aka Cenzo). Committed to discovering a place in the hospital, Sterling and Cenzo spend their lunch break scouring Methodist Medical Center of Dallas for a secluded location where they can be alone.

Farewell
Havan Fellows (that's me! *giggles*)
Dwight's heartache leads him to the cemetery; where lessons are waiting to be learned and second chances are freely given.

The Old Soda Shop
Lee Brazil (that's my muse!)
Former college roommates Matt and Sam have a history. Will a chance encounter in the street lead to a second chance at love?

With This Ring
Hank Edwards
The Ritz Carlton Hotel, Central Park, is one of the most elegant and romantic hotels in the world, even for its employees. When Carl, a seasoned member of the maintenance team, meets Dylan, a younger bellboy, their attraction is undeniable. Carl and Dylan meet in rooms recently vacated by guests and slowly forge a relationship, but can they overcome the difference in their ages and, somehow, fulfill Dylan's dream of spending the night as a guest in the hotel?

Read the awesome review it got!


And here is a short excerpt of my story Farewell :)

So after walking and counting and then counting some more because he kept forgetting what came after three, he finally got to the grave that Grams mentioned.
He stood there paralyzed, reading the engraving; not even his inebriated state could have knocked him over at this point.
Riley Marksham
Wonderful son and brother
Trusted, devoted and loved partner
The world took you from us too early, but we will meet with you again soon
B – November 12, 1982
D – October 11, 2010

He remembered picking out this tombstone with his then future in-laws, how the cost of all that engraving would be phenomenal, but they insisted that he be included. He remembered thinking that soon would never be soon enough for him.
Most importantly, he now remembered what had brought him here this night exactly six months to the day after their car had been side swiped by a group of fucking asshole teenagers who had done as he did now, imbibed a little too much in the sauce and didn’t notice the red light.
Dwight himself had walked away from the accident almost unscathed, physically at least. His Riley though, well he was driving and between the front of the teenagers’ car embedding itself in the driver’s seat and the steering column embedding itself into Riley’s chest . . . Dwight sucked in some oxygen and forced those visuals out of his head.
He had seen the shrinks, listened to his family and Riley’s family mumble about survivor’s guilt:

“It’s normal to feel this way Dwight, but you have to live for Riley.”

“Riley wouldn’t want you wasting away to nothing, come over to eat dinner with us, you’re still considered family.”

“What would Riley say if he knew you were blowing off work and risking your job over him?”

Dwight hit the ground on his sore knees and screamed, “Riley fucking left me here! Who fucking cares what he would think or say! Damn you Riley Marksham! You swore to me you loved me! You swore you wouldn’t ever leave me! I need you! I don’t want to be here without you!” The tears flowed down his cheeks and he started the gibberish talk that always happened when someone poured out their hearts, like in all those movies that Riley and he stayed up late at night watching. “I can’t Riley . . . I can’t do this without you. It’s too hard, living is too hard. Every breath I take hurts me, every morning I wake up I feel the pain and hate myself for waking. Tonight, tonight I will go to you since you can’t come back to me. You’ll see, we will be together forever! You aren’t just my lover and friend, you’re my soul mate. The one meant to be mine, my other half; and I want . . . no I need my other half back! I need you Riley.”
He twisted his body and collapsed against the headstone repeating his mantra over and over again; “I need you Riley. I need you Riley.”
While he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out the pint of Cuervo Gold and the new bottle of sleeping pills, he kept up his chant; his ode to himself, his power words to keep his movements from halting.
It took him a couple of tries to break the seal on the bottle but he finally did, he tilted the pill bottle to his mouth and shook half of them in. It was even harder to open the new bottle of liquor, but he got that open also and washed the contents of his mouth down to his stomach. He repeated the process and emptied the pill container. He looked at the tequila, still two-thirds full, shrugged his shoulders and downed it in no more than six throat burning gulps.
“I’m coming baby, open your arms and welcome me back home, where I belong; in your arms . . .” He settled back as comfortable as he could and closed his eyes, feeling a peace he hadn’t felt for six months.
It took him a couple of tries to break the seal on the bottle but he finally did, he tilted the pill bottle to his mouth and shook half of them in.  It was even harder to open the new bottle of liquor, but he got that open also and washed the contents of his mouth down to his stomach.  He repeated the process and emptied the pill container.  He looked at the tequila, still two-thirds full, shrugged his shoulders and downed it in no more than six throat burning gulps.
“I’m coming baby, open your arms and welcome me back home, where I belong; in your arms . . .” He settled back as comfortable as he could and closed his eyes, feeling a peace he hadn’t felt for six months.


Friday, November 25, 2011

Flash Fiction Friday #6

Happy Friday everyone! 
Are you ready for the flashing to begin????

To all who celebrate - Happy Thanksgiving Day yesterday!
I'm still stuffed and trying to digest, that was some serious eats, let me tell you! Kudos to my sis - she played that kitchen like Hendrix plays his guitar! hehe

So this Friday Flash Fiction is a number of talented authors getting together to describe a picture with just 100 words, not 101...not 99 - 100 hits the mark.

Enough idle chatter? Well if you say so...but I personally say I never can get enough...*smirks*

Okay *unties trench coat* here are my goodies...


I opened the bathroom door and took in the scene—Harlan lay motionless in the bathtub, Ritchie poised over him, Ryder stood by his head and Geoff across the room, no one making eye contact with me and all in different stages of undress.

"What's going on?" I questioned.

Ritchie looked at me and sneered, "You did this, Havan! Are you happy now? You wouldn't allow Harlan to do what he needed to! Now live with the consequences of your actions!"

I sneered back, "Melodramatic much? It wasn't that bad! Fine! Next time you guys can freaking cook Thanksgiving dinner!"


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And that...my dear friends...is precisely why my sis cooks Thanksgiving dinner and not I.


If Harlan, Ryder and Ritchie have piqued your interest...you can see them in my short story, Harlan's Ryde, being released from Breathless Press next Friday, December 2nd, in the Story Orgy's anthology...Word Play!
  

*reties trench coat and holds out hand* okay...now for the fun part - let us blog hop to the next yummy!


Friday, November 18, 2011

Flash Fiction Friday #5

Happy FFF Friday!

Every Friday some freaking awesome talents get together with a single picture and decide to show you our goodies...that's right...*giggles and bounces on my chair*

So on the count of three let the flashing begin baby...

...1...

...2...

...3...



They sat there and looked at the picture. "I can't believe she hired a private dick to tail us and take freaking pictures!" Rio growled.

Bryce wrapped his arms around Rio's neck from behind and sighed, "Yeah, this is low even for her."

Bryce's sister walked into the room and saw the picture on the table. "Well hello baby brother," She nodded to Bryce then turned to Rio, "And hello, Juliet."

Rio jumped from the chair, "What the fuck? Why am I Juliet?"

"You are the one on the balcony." She smirked, snatched up the picture and walked away laughing.


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Now time for us to go and be merry and join the flashing chain...come on...they won't bite - well some of them will...and one is way into licking...then there is our spanker of the group...but come on - what's a little FFF fun between friends?  *crooks finger as I walk backwards towards the next blog*




Lee BrazilJade Baiser ~ Lisa Worrall ~ Patricia Logan ~ Erika Pierce ~ Lindsey Gray ~ Heaven Liegh Eldeen ~ Gemma Parkes ~ Bonni Sansom ~ Sara York ~ Cyril J. Michael ~ Venus Cahill ~ Sherri Hayes ~ Benjamin Russell ~ Luna Ella Aldora ~ Yvonne Nicholas ~ Katie Harper ~ Lani Rhea ~ Cassandre Dayne


Friday, November 11, 2011

Flash Fiction Friday #4

TGIF

We made it one more week! And to celebrate I'm doing another Flash Fiction Friday with the Will Blog for Sex group! Yea me! This yummy picture was chosen by yours truly ... I hope you enjoy! :)



Mic stood there with the gun pressing into his back. "My wallet is in my back pocket. Take it, I won't fight you."

"I know you won't fight me, Mic." He growled out Mic's name.

Mic froze, "How do you know my name? Who're you?"

The gun disappeared and something else hard pressed against him, lower but just as lethal. Arms wrapped around him, a hand held his throat while the other ripped his shirt open and thumbed his nipple.

"I'm not your enemy, pain and money isn't my motivation. Well not too much pain, that is." The voice chuckled.


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There you have it ... *tucks gun in my waistband and ties my trench coat* ... until next time ... don't go walking down any dark street alone *winks*

Oh - and use these nifty links below to read some more flashers fodder!



Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Second Chances with Lee Brazil ...



Click on this gorgeous cover for link
from Breathless Press
 
Today is a good day! I got Lee Brazil to come visit me on hump day! How freaking awesome is that???

Of course I had to promise not to handcuff him to the chair…um…again *hangs head* but he's here and it is sooooooo worth the sacrifice! hehe

Now I know I love to babble on and on about nothing and everything that turns out to be nothing…but today I'm just going to hand the floor over to my handsome muse and let him do his thing—cause his thing is always the best! *big smiles*

*blushes* Havan! I can't believe…Well, yes I can. Ordinarily at this part of a post I'd be thanking my hostess and introducing myself. Havan's covered who I am, *chuckles* perhaps a bit too thoroughly, so I'll just add to that that I write primarily m/m romance with a tiny bit of m/f thrown in.

I'm here today to talk about second chances, and if you know me and my muse at all, you know we get a lot of practice at second chances!

As a teacher, I was programmed in ed psych classes to believe in second chances. And third. And fourth. We firmly believed that no one was irredeemable, that with the right amount of understanding, the right approach, everyone could succeed.

Apply that to relationships.

How many second chances do you give someone you love? I don't mean for the everyday little things that we do that offend our loved ones.

Oh, come on. Don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about. Your lover squeezes the toothpaste tube from the middle. It bothers you, you know it does. Do you say anything? Do you grumble under your breath while you adjust the tube and squeeze it carefully from the bottom? Do you smile and kiss him when he brings you the paper and a cup of coffee on the patio as though you weren't just cussing him out in your head during the whole three minute brushing interlude?

Of course you do. Because you love him and forgive him his sins. You'll reshape that tube of toothpaste every fricking day for the rest of your life, because you love that kiss.

Or, you send him off to the store to get some things you really need. He goes with a cheery smile and a nod. You spend the whole time he's away wondering if he heard what you said. When he comes back from the grocery store with country style orange juice instead of pulp free, you might scowl. You might pout. You might even say something snide. But you aren't kicking his pulp loving ass to the curb. Because you love that smiling willingness to brave the grocery store for you.

I'd even venture so far as to say that at times you've rolled your eyes in the bed room. How many times did you show the love of your life the exact spot on the back of your neck where a judiciously applied bite will have ecstatic results? How many times do you draw his attention to what makes you crazy in bed, and how patient are you while he learns this lesson?

I'll bet you are very, very patient on this one. Because teaching is fun. And you love him.

And so you'll give him an endless number of chances to squeeze the tube of toothpaste, right, to buy the right kind of juice, to bite in the exact right spot with the exact right amount of pressure.

Exactly. And he does the same for you. No one is perfect. We forgive little things in those we love all the time, every day.

But what if he betrays you?

Do you offer a second chance?

Do you forgive?

*sighs* I would forgive you anything…*sits up and looks around…blushes* Um…I mean good questions! So, if I beg real purdy like and sit still and promise not to interrupt will you read us your blurb and excerpt from Loving Jacob?

*smiles indulgently* Well, I was going to do that anyway…so…sure.

*curls up next to my muse and listens to his sexy voice fill my sense with one of the best books I've read this year*







A story of lust, love, betrayal

And second chances

When Malcom Jenner's sex-on-the-side turns into more, he isn't above begging for a second chance.

Malcolm is looking for a bit of fun, nothing serious. He's got duties and responsibilities, after all. He doesn't usually choose his lovers from the office, but his attraction to Jacob Renault is too compelling to resist.

However, Jacob isn't interested in temporary. He want it all, Prince Charming the castle, the happily ever after. There's no rule that says he can't have fun while he's searching for his prince though.

At first neither is willing to compromise their stance, but an agreement is reached, with each man planning to do his best to subvert the other to his viewpoint. Lust turns to love, and what's impossible becomes merely improbably, but is it going to be enough?



Excerpt 

Malcolm gritted his teeth and reminded himself that an office fling with a man who had to be at least ten years his junior was out of the question. He and Penny had long since relinquished any pretense of monogamy in their marriage and reached an amicable agreement to conduct their affairs discreetly out of respect for their son and their friendship. Fucking purple-eyed twinks in the elevator at work? Not discreet.

He kept his gaze focused on the gleaming silver metal of the doors as the elevator made its excruciatingly slow way up to the third floor. His glance flicked to the reflection beside his. The younger man stood casually, shoulders propped against the wall, licking pink lips. His purple gaze in the hazy reflection was focused…fuck…on Malcolm's obvious erection beneath his dark dress pants. Discretion. Discretion. He snarled at his libido. There will be no casual hookups with people from the office, he warned his eager cock. He shifted to the side slightly, hoping to hide the evidence of his arousal from the other man. Damn it. That kid had the sexiest eyes he'd ever seen. He wanted like hell to see them glaze over as he fucked the tight ass hinted at by the khaki pants he wore. He didn't go much for the intimacy of face-to-face encounters, but for the sight of those eyes and that mouth in the throes of orgasm, he'd make an exception. His tendency toward quick casual encounters disguised his preference for male partners and kept word of his homosexuality from getting back to his parents, his partners in the firm, and out to the public.

A law office, like any other place of business, was a microcosm of the world at large. Malcolm knew from being on the receiving end of gossip from his secretary Marge that every action and interaction between employees was fodder for the gossip mill. Being the subject of water cooler gossip lacked appeal and offended his sense of dignity, as did the knowledge that he apparently couldn't control his urges around the tech guy.

He threw in the towel and gave up the fight against his attraction to the young man from the technology department. Malcolm caught that sultry purple gaze on his cock for what must have been the hundredth time. The slight young man brushed against him in an intentional teasing slide while he tried to exit the elevator on the second floor.

Impulsively, Malcolm grabbed Jacob's hand and pulled him back inside the otherwise-empty space. He kept that small, soft hand locked in his own as he allowed the heavy metal doors to slam shut and the elevator to rise to his own floor. There he slapped his palm against the button that prevented the doors from opening. He'd had all the titillation he could stand. Malcolm swept the young man into his embrace. He tilted Jacob's head upward with one hand and dropped his mouth passionately, almost brutally, to kiss the other man. His other hand tangled in the black curls that had taunted his senses over the past weeks. He forced the soft pink lips apart, then swept his tongue inside. Instantly he was absorbed in the heated, slick haven of Jacob's mouth. The honeyed sweetness drew him further in and his tongue eagerly sought the textures and flavors that had been hidden there.Fuck. He could drown in the wet heat he found behind those soft lips. It was addictive. Jacob didn't even try to escape the kiss; in fact, he seemed to be doing his best to encourage it. He brushed his tongue against Malcolm's, sweeping it gently along the roof of his mouth, seeking and finding the sweetest spots. Both men were panting heavily when they separated.


You can pick Loving Jacob up at Breathless Press ... Amazon ... ARe

psssst ... now can I get the handcuffs? *giggles*