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Guest Post: M. A. Church

Please welcome back M. A. Church! She’s here with her brand new release, the French language translation of Priceless: Inestimable.


Buy Link: French translation link: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=5340

Blurb:

Des étincelles jaillissent quand Cupidon vise deux mortels à Las Vegas : Randy Jones, un homme ordinaire, en voyage d’affaires, croise le regard de Garrett Shiffler à une table de craps et le temps s’arrête alors. Rejetant tout ce en quoi il croit, Randy se lance dans une aventure torride de deux nuits avec lui, avant de paniquer en réalisant qu’il est tombé amoureux.

Le milliardaire cynique Garrett Shiffler a tout ce que l’argent peut acheter, et la plupart des hommes avec qui il sort, n’arrivent pas à voir plus loin que son portefeuille. La vie lui a appris que l’innocence et l’amour ne sont que le fruit d’une imagination collective. Mais quand Randy disparaît, emportant avec lui des sentiments que Garrett n’imaginait même pas avoir, il s’engage dans la bataille la plus importante de sa vie pour gagner son amour. Mais cette fois-ci, il se bat avec son cœur, et non son compte en banque.

Pendant ce temps, Cupidon se demande ce qui s’est passé. Ses flèches dorées ne ratent jamais leur cible habituellement, sauf quand le Destin intervient. Si Garrett veut récupérer Randy, il va devoir le faire seul, car le Destin a d’autres plans en réserve pour Cupidon.

Excerpt:

APRÈS S’ÊTRE encore fait demander sa carte d’identité, l’homme à l’allure juvénile entra dans le casino. Ses yeux brillaient d’une lueur espiègle alors qu’il scrutait la foule de gens. Il écarta quelques mèches blondes et bouclées de son front, cherchant cette fois un certain type d’individu. Il avait maintenant juste besoin d’inspiration pour frapper, et ses flèches loyales étaient prêtes à l’emploi. Se déplaçant dans la foule, il regarda autour de lui. Il avait le choix parmi tant d’hommes solitaires qui avaient besoin d’amour dans leur vie.

Il était connu sous bien des noms, mais il préférait Cupidon, le nom que sa mère lui avait donné. Mythologie grecque, mythologie romaine… Il haussa les épaules. Les humains ne savaient pas à quel point ils avaient massacré le panthéon, non pas que cela importe de toute manière. Il connaissait la vérité, tout comme ceux de son espèce la connaissaient.

Ses yeux scrutèrent à nouveau le casino… là ! Il avait trouvé ce qu’il cherchait. Cet homme. Avec un large sourire, il se fraya un chemin à travers la foule.

 

GARRETT REGARDAIT la foule du casino ‘Palms’ de Las Vegas d’un air ennuyé et nonchalant, ses yeux ne voyant rien de ce qui se passait autour de lui. Il était agité, et même l’excitation habituelle du jeu n’arrivait pas à piquer son intérêt. Il fit négligemment sauter le dé dans sa main, ne s’intéressant pas aux montants élevés des mises de la partie de craps qu’il était en train de jouer. La foule autour de lui eut le souffle coupé en voyant que sa chance avait tourné, et qu’il venait de perdre plus d’argent en un seul coup de dé que ce que certaines personnes gagnaient en un an. Mais même cela ne parvint pas à le tirer de son humeur morose. Soudain, la chance lui sourit de nouveau avec le coup de dés suivant.

Son corps fut parcouru d’un frisson et ses cheveux se dressèrent sur sa nuque. Quelque chose, un changement dans l’atmosphère peut-être, attira son attention. Une fois encore, il examina la foule autour de la table de craps, cherchant… quelque chose. Il plissa les yeux et se concentra sur l’homme en face de lui, de l’autre côté de la table. Le temps sembla ralentir, et se figer. Le brouhaha agaçant du casino devint un simple bruit de fond jusqu’à ce qu’il n’entende ni ne voie plus rien… à part, lui.

Le cœur de Garrett rata un battement et augmenta rapidement, accélérant soudain, puis prit une courte pause avant de battre à un rythme effréné. Son esprit imagina une série de scènes en Technicolor qui exigeait que l’homme en face de lui prenne la pose, se penche et s’étire dans un nombre de positions érotiques et explicites. Les yeux de Garrett le scrutèrent jusqu’à ce qu’ils rencontrent des prunelles surprises, de couleur gris acier, et un autre frisson traversa rapidement son corps.

Ces yeux brillaient d’une douce lueur innocente comme Garrett en avait rarement vue et qu’il ne croyait pas exister encore aujourd’hui. Son esprit restait incrédule. Personne ne pouvait être aussi innocent, personne. Mais une partie de son âme longuement réprimée chuchota… ‘Et si’ ? Et si cet homme n’était pas un simulateur et qu’il était réellement ce qu’il semblait être ? Surpris par la réaction de son corps, il décida d’en avoir le cœur net. Il fixa l’homme de l’autre côté de la table de son regard glacé. Un petit sourire en coin flotta sur les lèvres de Garrett alors qu’il faisait signe à l’homme de venir à ses côtés.

M.A. Church

M.A. Church lives in the southern United States and spent many years in the elementary education sector. She is married to her high school sweetheart and they have two children. Her hobbies are gardening, walking, attending flea markets, watching professional football, racing, and spending time with her family on the lake.

But her most beloved hobby is reading. From an early age, she can remember hunting for books at the library. Later nonhuman and science fiction genres captured her attention and drew her into the worlds the authors had created. But always at the back of her mind was the thought that one day, when the kids were older and she had more time, she would write a book.

By sheer chance she stumbled across a gay male romance story on the web and was hooked. A new world opened up and she fell in love. Thus the journey started. When not writing or researching, she enjoys reading the latest erotic and mainstream romance novels.

My links:

Blog http://machurch00.blogspot.com

Twitter @nomoretears00

Facebook: http://goo.gl/k4SbBI

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5141393.M_A_Church

Guest Post: M.A. Church

Roswell – Myth or Fact

According to much widely held public opinion, the United States government successfully recovered the remains of a crashed UFO along with its extraterrestrial occupants near Roswell, New Mexico, in July 8, 1947. In what is now known as the “the Roswell incident,” the U.S. military is said to have quickly covered up the affair and continues to shroud it in extreme secrecy even today.

If these events surrounding Roswell in the summer of 1947 actually took place, as have been claimed in several books on the subject and by numerous UFO researchers, it would certainly constitute the story of the millennium and be the greatest government-sponsored coverup of all time. Indeed, should irrefutable evidence ever surface that any government on this earth possessed the physical remains of either an extraterrestrial spacecraft or its occupants, it is an understatement to say that such a revelation would fundamentally transform humanity as we know it.

Now… according to Ziang, Daroshi’s commanding officer, there was a crash. How does he know this? LOL. He was involved. He was there. And guess, what? Aliens do exist and have visited Earth.

*Grin* Bryan can tell you all about aliens and their tentacles. ;)

Nighttime series:
Nighttime Wishes Book #1: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-nighttimewishes-790160-340.html

Nighttime Dreams Book #2: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-nighttimedreams-994823-148.html

Buy Link:
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/455044

ARe: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-nighttimepromises-1562900-350.html

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Nighttime-Promises-M-Church-ebook/dp/B00LKP48WK

~I’m running a giveaway at my blog too. It runs until July 18th! http://machurch00.blogspot.com

Blurb:

Be careful what you wish for…

The first time Daroshi spotted Bryan, the Maz’Rarian warrior knew he wanted the small town sheriff as his mate. Things have been going downhill since. Daroshi doesn’t have experience dealing with humans, especially a very unhappy human male who’s just had his well-planned life jerked out from under him. Little does Daroshi know the changes Bryan will insist be made to help him adjust. But he also never dreamed someone would actually try to kill his mate.

The shocks just keep coming for Sheriff Bryan Coltrane. Finding out aliens exist was bad enough. Finding himself mated to one was definitely not on his to-do list. Wait, what? Did someone say tentacles? And if that’s not enough, a killer tried to poison him. Added to his misery, now he’s on his way to another planet—a planet that he hates on sight. How’s he supposed to survive in such a cold, ugly industrialized world? Can you take the country out of the boy without killing his spirit?

As Bryan struggles to adapt, a killer plots to end his new life… before it even begins.



Excerpt:


The stress of the past few weeks sure caught up with him—saying he was gaunt was putting it nicely. His sapphire blue eyes were sunken in his head and the laugh lines around his eyes slashed deeper into his face. The dark circles didn’t help matters, either. God, he looked like he had two black eyes. The skin was that nasty bruise color and puffy.

And were there more than a few strands of gray in his dark hair now? At age thirty-four this was ridiculous. That’s what stress would do, though, and this was about as stressful a situation as he’d ever been in. Bryan sighed. The poisoning deal scared him; he could have died. Should have died, actually. Someone was after his ass and they didn’t know whom. On top of that, they were hurtling through space toward a planet he’d soon be calling home. With an alien.

Yeah, stressful. “Shit,” he muttered. “Things have got to get—”

“Bryan!”

Bryan flinched at the roar from the other room. Damn, do these aliens know how to do anything other than yell?

“Where are you? Bryan? Bryan! By the stars, answer me!”

A loud crash echoed into the bathroom.

“Oh, for God’s sake.” Bryan shook his head. What the hell was Daroshi doing out there? Tearing Medical apart looking for him? Did Daroshi think he’d… what? Run away? Where was there to run? Besides, he had someone trying to kill him. He damn sure wasn’t going to go wandering the halls alone.

“Bryan!”

“I’m in here, Daroshi.”

Daroshi slammed into the bathroom area, chest heaving and tentacles writhing on his back. Jesus, he looked fierce. “What are you doing?”

“Playing checkers.” Bryan rolled his eyes. “What do you think I’m doing in here? It’s a bathroom. Come on, big guy, you figure it out. Jeez.”

Daroshi leaned against the doorframe, the rise and fall of his chest slowing. “I’m not even going to ask what this ‘checkers’ means. Bryan, the medibed stopped monitoring your stats. The low beeping noise ceased. I woke up thinking there was something wrong, and instead I find you’re… You weren’t there.”

“Aw, man, I didn’t think. I had to use the bathroom and… What are you doing?” Bryan grabbed hold of Daroshi’s shoulders as his feet left the ground.

Daroshi hoisted Bryan into his arms, growling loudly even as a tentacle snaked across one massive shoulder to pet Bryan. “I’m taking you back to the medibed. You know, it’s that thing that monitors your body’s systems. You were poisoned and shouldn’t be up. Do you understand how serious this is?”

Huh, sarcasm. “Since I was the one poisoned I’d have to say that yeah, I get it.” Bryan rested his head against Daroshi’s neck. Good thing he already went to the bathroom. “Wow, is that your best bedside manner? Because I have to tell you, it leaves a lot to be desired.”

“Waking up and finding you missing left a lot to be desired.” Daroshi gently lowered Bryan back down onto the medibed. “Do not do that again.”



M.A. Church bio

M.A. Church lives in the southern United States and spent many years in the elementary education sector. She is married to her high school sweetheart and they have two children. Her hobbies are gardening, walking, attending flea markets, watching professional football, racing, and spending time with her family on the lake.

But her most beloved hobby is reading. From an early age, she can remember hunting for books at the library. Later nonhuman and science fiction genres captured her attention and drew her into the worlds the authors had created. But always at the back of her mind was the thought that one day, when the kids were older and she had more time, she would write a book.

By sheer chance, she stumbled across a gay male romance story on the web and was hooked. A new world opened up and she fell in love. Thus the journey started. When not writing or researching, she enjoys reading the latest erotic and mainstream romance novels.

My links:
Blog http://machurch00.blogspot.com

Twitter : https://twitter.com/nomoretears00

Facebook: M.A. Church: http://goo.gl/k4SbBI

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5141393.M_A_Church

Amazon page: http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B007A8JA4C

Noah’s New Plan: Chapter 33

Here’s Chapter 33 of my free Wednesday Briefs story, Noah’s New Plan. This week I used the prompt “Did you see…”

Be sure to check out the Wednesday Briefs web site for more free fiction from my fellow briefers.

Noah stepped out of the bathroom, still slightly damp from his shower, wearing only a pair of grey boxer briefs.

"We need to get the moving truck," he said as covered his mouth and yawned.

Eli’s eyes slid up and down his boyfriend’s body appreciatively, lingering at the soft hairs in the middle of his chest. Traveling downward, he followed the hair that led from his navel into his underwear. Eli was intimately familiar with what hid inside, though the bulge in the tight little briefs left little to the imagination.

"What on earth are you wearing?"

Noah’s voice snapped Eli out of his trance.

"Huh? This?"

Eli looked down. He wore sneakers, camo pattern shorts, and a black tank top. Oh. The shirt had a pair of glasses on it, taped in the middle, and in large block letters was written “NERD MAGNET”.

Eli chuckled. “Cute, huh?”

Only Noah wasn’t smiling or laughing.

"What’s wrong?"

"Oh, I don’t know," Noah answered sarcastically as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

"Why are you upset?" He spread his arms out. "I’m wearing this out of love. Nerd love."

Noah shook his head. “You’re crazy.”

"Yup."

Eli pulled Noah close and wrapped his arms around him. He pressed his lips to Noah’s head, planting a series of kisses. “Mmm, you smell good.”

"It’s your body wash."

Eli sniffed Noah’s hair. “It doesn’t smell that good when I use it.”

"I had to use your body wash on my hair."

Eli ran his hand over his smooth shaved head. “I don’t have much use for shampoo.” He pecked a kiss on Noah’s lips. “Anyway, I got something for you.” Opening the bottom drawer of his dresser, Eli pulled out a folded t-shirt. “Here ya go, babe.”

"What’s this?" Noah flicked the shirt, unfolding it, then holding it in front of him.

He looked down at it and started to laugh. The shirt had the face of a cartoon bear and it said “BEAR MAGNET” in block letters. Noah shrugged, then pulled the shirt on.

"It’s a little tight."

"Nah, it fits perfectly." Eli reached around and smacked Noah’s ass. "Put some shorts on and let’s go."

* * * *

Noah stepped back, moving out of the way.

Eli had brought his older brother, Jack, and his friend Rex. Between the three of them, they broke down the bed and furniture, and did all the heavy lifting. Leslie and Nicholas had volunteered to help, but they were missing in action.

Eli and Rex each had an end of Noah’s desk. Slowly, they carried it out of the apartment and down to the truck.

Jack walked past with the headboard.

Leslie and Nicholas walked in, carrying a carriers of coffee.

"Who is that?” Nicholas leered, staring at Jack’s ass while the big man made his way down the stairs. “Did you see… that… butt?”

"That’s Eli’s brother, Jack."

"Damn, why didn’t you tell me he had a hot brother?"

"He’s straight."

"I could turn him."

Noah sighed. “Oh god. Thanks for showing up, by the way.” He looked at his wrist, miming checking the time on a watch.

Leslie pointed at Nicholas. “It’s his fault. Diva had to get her hair just right.”

"Well, everything’s almost loaded into the truck anyway."

Nicholas grinned. “Then we’re right on time.” He took a sip of his coffee.

Leslie pulled at the sleeve of Noah’s T-shirt. “Nice shirt, by the way.”

"Eli bought it for me."

"What? You’re kidding?"

"Just pick up some boxes, please."

* * * *

Once the truck was loaded, they headed over to Eli’s house. Between everyone, they unloaded the truck, piling everything in the garage. Noah would go through it later.

Right now everyone was relaxing, enjoying pizza and beer. Noah’s treat.

Jack took a swig of his beer and kicked back in his chair. “So, do you feel different now that you two are shacked up?”

Noah thought about it for a moment. He could honestly say he didn’t feel different. They spent more nights together than apart. He should be freaked out, but he wasn’t.

"Not really." Noah smiled.

Eli slung his arm around Noah’s shoulders. “I feel happy.”

Special Pride Flash! Sail Away with the Wednesday Briefers

This June, in honor of Gay Pride month, the Briefers decided to take part in the Beth Wylde special events taking place all month long. We came up with a special themed storyline, centered around a gay cruise, with a host of secondary characters we can all use to interact with our original stories and main characters. This is totally separate from our regular weekly flashes, and we have some fun stuff also going on at Beth Wylde today. You can learn more about the Briefers, chat with us, offer up some ideas and comments, AND win some prizes, including 3 $25 gift cards provided by our members.

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Rough Seas for Marshall

by Rob Colton

 

“You didn’t have to do that.”

Marshall Sprague was equally grateful, yet equally annoyed. It had been, what, fifteen years, since he’d seen Ronnie Spangler? And then he comes swooping in like a goddamned white knight to save him from that perverted weirdo Speedo-wearing stalker.

Marshall never should’ve agreed to do that auction anyway.

That damn Charlotte.

His best friend—make that former best friend—knew how vulnerable he was when she asked him to come on this cruise, where she worked on the events planning team. Then she used the excuse of needing additional volunteers for the bachelor auction. He’d been on the boat a hot minute when she practically shoved him into the middle of the ballroom floor to be auctioned off like some desperate piece of meat.

If he’d known it was all a setup to pair him off with her cousin, then he never would’ve set foot on this boat. Not after what Ronnie did.

“Sure I did, Marsh.” Ronnie shrugged.

Marshall looked at Ronnie. Really looked at him. He was different. Physically, the difference was night and day. He hadn’t recognized the man at first; it wasn’t until Charlotte spoke his name that he realized it was Ronnie Spangler.

Back in high school, Ronnie was a jock. He’d always been big and muscular. Now he’d hit his thirties, though, and time had caught up with him. His full head of brown hair was thinning on top, nearly gone at the crown. Ronnie was… fluffier around the middle, to put it nicely. His redneck lumberjack look seemed so out of place on a cruise ship, Marshall wondered if it was a costume for another of Charlotte’s stupid events.

The scraggly beard he always sported in high school had filled in at least, giving him a decidedly manly look. There. He’d found something nice to say.

Not that Marshall was all that to look at, though. After his mom died, he’d been stuck in that hell-hole small town. His boyfriend had long since bailed, leaving him with nothing but debt and anger. He then spent too much time drinking, and not enough time eating. He reached up to scratch his goatee, before he remembered shaving it off for his mom’s memorial.

But what really stuck out was the way Ronnie wouldn’t meet Marshall’s eyes.

He probably feels guilty for what he did.

God, Marshall needed a drink.

“You know, if you’re trying to make up for what you did back then, this” —Marshall waved his hand toward the auction floor— “this doesn’t cut it.”

“Cut me some slack, Marsh. I was eighteen, and scared. All I can say is I probably would’ve done things differently, knowing what I know now.”

“So was I!” Marshall had raised his voice. He immediately pulled back. “Whatever.”

If Marshall could’ve done things differently back then, he would have told his younger, dorky self the fastest way to chase off a man is to act needy and pathetic. Secondly, he would have told his younger self Ronnie Spangler was a motherfucking asshole.

“Whatever you think I did, I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry? You told all your buddies you fucked the town fag, and you’re sorry!”

“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about. I never told anyone.”

“You’re a damn liar.”

“Christ, when did you get so fucking bitter?”

“When did you get so fucking fat?”

* * * *

Ronnie got up from the table and left the room. He needed some air.

First some fresh air. Then, to kill his cousin.

Gripping the railing, he clenched his jaw, holding in the scream building up. The gentle rocking of the ship should have calmed him, but it didn’t.

Contrary to what Marsh thought, he never told anyone about what happened. Why the hell would he?

It wasn’t like Ronnie had forced himself on Marshall. The boy wanted it. He begged for it. But goddamn, that was good. Most people talk about their first time being a disaster. His first time with Marsh had been amazing. He still thought about it to this day.

It was at one of his football buddies’ graduation parties. Marshall had come with Charlotte. He looked so damn nerdy, so damn cute. Marsh didn’t know how sexy he was, but Ronnie did. Ronnie always noticed, just like he noticed the way Marsh used to stare at him when he thought no one was looking.

When their eyes met that hot summer night, years of pent-up sexual tension exploded between them.

And now, not only was he still pissed, but he had a hard-on to go with it.

Just fucking great.

* * * *

“You are dead ass wrong.”

Charlotte stood with her hands on her hips, glaring at Marshall.

Marshall balked. “I’m dead ass wrong? What about you? You manipulated me. You manipulated Ronnie. Did you think I was just going to swoon, say ‘My Hero!’ then jump into his arms and his bed?”

“Well, yeah.”

Marshall rolled his eyes. “You’re so gross.”

Charlotte sat down at the table. She leaned in and let out a soft sigh. “Look, I know how you guys felt about each other. Something happened between you two at that party. You had this look in your eyes. Not to mention you were definitely walking funny.”

“Again. Gross.”

“When he left, I saw how hurt you were.”

“How? You were gone, too. You left me behind.” A lump caught in Marshall’s throat. “Those guys… You don’t know what it was like, trapped there with them…” His voice trailed off. If he continued on, he’d break down, and he’d already shed more than enough tears.

“But you’re not there. You’re—”

“You’re right.” Marshall looked around, taking in all of the men around him. Men like him. Right now, he was away from that miserable hell of a town. Even for a few days, he had the chance to be himself. To change his life.

He wasn’t about to waste the opportunity.

* * * *

Want to read more? The flash will be expanded into a short story with the rest of today’s flashes, and available as an Anthology ebook.

Sail Away with the Wednesday Briefers!

Tomorrow is the Wednesday Briefers day at Beth Wylde’s month-long Pride Celebration. Join us at the Beth Wylde Yahoo! group for Q & A’s, chats, and contests with awesome prizes.

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Also, there’s still time to win a copy of Enforcer over at Cia’s Stories. Check it out for an exclusive excerpt, plus a chance to win a copy of the ebook. The contest ends tonight at midnight (EDT).

http://ciasstories.blogspot.com/2014/06/visiting-author-rob-colton-with-enforcer.html

Noah’s New Plan: Chapter 32

Here’s Chapter 32 of my free Wednesday Briefs story, Noah’s New Plan. This week is short but sweet. The prompt I used is “it’s not you, it’s me”.

Be sure to check out the Wednesday Briefs web site for more free fiction from my fellow authors.

Don’t freak out.

Noah glanced over at Eli. The man had both hands on the wheel, eyes on the road. Aside from the sound of the truck speeding across the asphalt road, it was silent.

Maybe Eli didn’t actually mean to ask Noah to move in. Maybe Eli was just feeling vulnerable because of his dad’s health scare. He didn’t know what he was asking.

You know he did. The man has your name permanently inked onto his body for god’s sake.

The tips of Noah’s fingers itched. Noah pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose as he cleared his throat. He really wished he had his notebook and a pen with him right now. He could start a pros and cons list. That would definitely help him decide what to do.

Eli’s voice cut though the silence. “We can pretend I didn’t ask, if it makes you feel better.”

Noah jumped at the unexpected sound. It took him another second to process Eli’s words, and then an additional second to process the hurt in Eli’s voice.

What was Noah afraid of? When Derek asked him to move in all those years ago, he didn’t hesitate. He’d thrown himself into Derek’s arms and kissed him like a fool. Why was he reluctant now with Eli? It was clear that Eli loved him.

And Noah loved Eli. He could admit it to both himself and Eli.

A romantic at heart, Noah always believed in finding one true love. He’d thought that Derek was that one. And after twenty years, it had exploded spectacularly like a supernova.

Was that what it was? He’d used his “one true love” up? But was it possible a person could have more?

What he had with Derek was real, no doubt about it, but people change. Derek changed. Or maybe Derek was the same man he always was, and it was Noah who actually changed. He certainly felt different, now that he was out of Derek’s shadow.

When he was with Eli, he felt confident and secure, and attractive. Heck, Eli even made him feel sexy.

Noah watched Eli… his handsome, sexy, man.

Eli gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles flexing. He wouldn’t look at Noah.

He’s bracing himself for my answer. He expects me to say no.

And that was Noah’s knee jerk response; he could admit it. The old Noah would have shouted “no” and ran. But another change Eli brought about in him was spontaneity. He didn’t need any lists, and he didn’t need any damn plans.

With Eli, the future was wide open.

Eli let out a tired sigh. “You’re about to give me the ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ excuse, aren’t you?”

"Yes, Eli. Wait. I mean, no. I’m not giving you an excuse. I’m saying yes."

Eli shot Noah a sideways glance. “Yes?”

"Yes. I want to move in with you."

A grin lit up Eli’s bearded face.

"I knew you’d say yes."

"Oh, you did? And how did you know that?"

"It was all part of my plan."

Eli laughed and Noah joined in.

Guest Post: Andrew Q. Gordon

Please welcome Andrew Q. Gordon back to my site. He’s here to talk about his new short, part of Wayward Ink Publishing’s new anthology.


A Closed Door – My First Anthology Story:

A Closed Door - Part of the Love, Loss, Laughter & Lust Anthology

From Wayward Ink Publishing

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First, thank you Rob for letting me commandeer your blog to talk about my newest story.

I never seem to have enough time to write—a common complaint if you hang around writers—and since I’m always so focused on the amazingly long and growing back list of stories I ‘need’ to write, short stories for anthologies haven’t made it onto my list of what to write. Until now.

For some reason, I’ve got it in my head that if I don’t use fifty thousands word or more, I haven’t properly told a story. I’m trying to change that because, with a two year old daughter, full time job, husband I don’t want to neglect and the occasion forays outside to actually run, bike, referee soccer or take ‘lil q swimming, I really don’t have a lot of time to write. Fifty thousand words takes a while to write and write well. (And let’s be real, 50K is short for me. The shortest of my books, Purpose, is 80K) If I limit myself to just stories over fifty thousand, it tends to be a while between books. The release of A Closed Door, my story in Love, Loss, Laughter & Lust, was one day shy of a year since my last book - Purpose came out.

Writing A Closed Door, I was reminded of my writing professor. She used to chide me that I was always trying to write a novel, but had no time for anything. She kept encouraging me to try to write things under ten thousand words and submit them for publication. Of all her works, and she had at least a hundred stories of various sizes published, she was proudest of her short stories. Hopefully I was a better student learning how to write than I was when it came to how long of story to write.

A Closed Door has no magic, no wizards, no swords, no shifters, and no sex. It’s about two people Orin—the main character—and Thomas—his one time best friend, come gay basher in chief—trying to cope with loss and their past. When writing this story, I found that if I focused on just the characters and not a complicated plot or world building or defining super/special powers, I could write something worth reading in less than twenty thousand words. If you get a chance to read it, I hope you’ll feel the same way.

Blurb:

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Love, Loss, Laughter & Lust Anthology, by Wayward Ink Publishing.

We’ve all loved.

We’ve all laughed.

Sadly, we’ve also probably all known loss in one form or another.

And, yes, we at Wayward Ink are sure we’ve all experienced lust!

In Love, Loss, Laughter & Lust, you’ll experience one or more of the “L”s as we take you on a roller coaster of emotions. Whether you like to sigh over the sweet, cry for the broken-hearted, enjoy a good laugh, or get a little hot and bothered, there’s something for everyone in this collection.

 

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A Closed Door; by Andrew Q. Gordon

Orin Merritt left home after high school hoping to escape the hell his life had become since he’d been outted at thirteen. When a tornado destroys his childhood home and kill his parents, Orin finds a new kind of hell. Blaming himself for failing the two people who always loved and supported him, he returns home and confronts his past in the person of his one time best friend, Thomas Kennett. Thomas not only rejected Orin when he came out, he led the group that caused him to leave. As he struggles to deal with his grief , he tried to fulfill a pledge he made to his parents before their death. In the process, Orin learns that sometimes when you leave to find something, you might have left what you’re looking for behind.

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Giveaway:

As part of the release of the new Anthology, Wayward Ink is holding a giveaway. Just click the code below for a chance to win a $25.00 Amazon Gift Card. Two people will also win a paperback copy of the book, and three people will win a WIP USB Extension Cord and Fridge Magnet. There are 11 ways to enter and you can earn up to 20 chances to win.

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About the Author:

Andrew Q. Gordon wrote his first story back when yellow legal pads, ball point pens were common and a Smith Corona correctable typewriter was considered high tech. Adapting with technology, he now takes his MacBook somewhere quiet when he wants to write. He currently lives in the Washington, D.C. area with his partner of eighteen years, their young daughter and dog. In addition to dodging some very self-important D.C. ‘insiders’, Andrew uses his commute to catch up on his reading. When not working or writing, he enjoys soccer, high fantasy, baseball and seeing how much coffee he can drink in a day and not get the shakes.

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You can find his books at

Wayward Ink Publishing

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Follow Andrew on his website: www.andrewqgordon.com,

On Facebook: www.facebook.com/andrewqugordon,

On Twitter: @andrewqgordon,

Or just email him: andrewqgordon@gmail.com

LGBT Pride: A Roundtable Discussion - Week 4

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This week on my blog, we’re trying something a little different. In honor of LGBT Pride month, I am among a great group of panelists who will be hosting a month long discussion about Pride, LGBT Youth, Allies, and more. Our panelists are a diverse group of readers, writers, and supporters of gay fiction, including Larry Benjamin, Rick Bettencourt, Brandilyn Carpenter, Rob Colton, Andrew Q Gordon, Lane Hayes, Debbie McGowan, and Brandon Shire. Each week, two people will answer two questions related LGBT pride, rights, and related topics. We will also be giveaway free copies of eBooks by our participating authors and an Amazon gift card. You can enter on the RC below. There are special entries for each week of June, so don’t miss out on those.

This week’s discussion is hosted by Rick Bettencourt and Lane Hayes.

Rick Bettencourt

Lane Hayes

About our Panelists

Larry Benjamin: Bronx-born wordsmith Larry Benjamin, is the author of the gay novels, Unbroken, and What Binds Us and the short story collection Damaged Angels. Larry will be hosting the discussion starting 9 June 2014

Twitter: @WriterLarry

Website: http://www.larrybenjamin.com

Rick Bettencourt: Rick Bettencourt is the author of NOT SURE BOYS, PAINTING WITH WINE and TIM ON BROADWAY. Rick hates to cook, and can often be seen eating out. He lives in the Tampa Bay area, with his husband and their dog, Bandit. Rick will be hosting the discussion starting 23 June 2014

Twitter: @rbettenc

Website: http://rickbettencourt.wordpress.com/

Brandilyn Carpenter: Brandilyn is the odd duck in this group. She owns an LGBTQ fiction focused review blog, Prism Book Alliance, and is the married mother of 3 young children. She is an advocate for equal rights and tirelessly promotes the gay fiction genre. Brandilyn will be hosting the discussion starting 16 June 2014

Twitter: @BrandilynRC

Website: http://www.prismbookalliance.com

Rob Colton: Rob Colton is a software developer by day, and avid reader of romance novels at night. A romantic at heart, he loves stories that feature big, burly men who find true love and happy endings. Rob will be hosting the discussion starting 16 June 2014

Twitter: @robcub32

Website: http://robcolton.com/

Andrew Q Gordon: Andrew Q. Gordon lives in the DC Metro area with his husband and 2 year old daughter. While he enjoys most types of fiction, his current works include MM Fantasy, Paranormal and Contemporary Fiction. Andrew will be hosting the discussion starting 2 June 2014

Twitter: @AndrewQGordon

Website: http://andrewqgordon.com/

Lane Hayes: Lane Hayes is a M/M author, 2013 Rainbow Award finalist for her first release Better Than Good, designer, reader, lover of chocolate, red wine & clever people. Lane will be hosting the discussion starting 23 June 2014

Twitter: @LaneHayes3

Website: http://lanehayes.wordpress.com/

Debbie McGowan: Debbie McGowan is based in Lancashire, England. She writes character-driven fiction, runs an independent publishing company, and lectures in social science. Sometimes she sleeps, too! Debbie will be hosting the discussion starting 2 June 2014

Twitter: @writerdebmcg

Website: http://www.debbiemcgowan.co.uk

Brandon Shire: Brandon Shire writes fiction about human intimacy and interactions. He loves chocolate and is a staunch advocate for homeless LGBT youth. Brandon will be hosting the discussion starting 9 June 2014

Twitter: @thebrandonshire

Website: http://brandonshire.com

Giveaway

Prizes (4 winners):

  • $ 10 Amazon GC, eBook Listening to Dust by Brandon Shire, & eBook Not Sure Boys by Rick Bettencourt
  • $ 10 Amazon GC, eBook Painting with Wine by Rick Bettencourt, & eBook from Andrew Q Gordon’s backlist
  • $ 10 Amazon GC, eBook Unbroken by Larry Benjamin, & eBook Champagne by Debbie McGowen
  • $ 10 Amazon GC, eBook from Rob Colton’s backlist, & eBook from Lane Hayes’ backlist

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Noah’s New Plan: Chapter 31

Here is Chapter 31 of my free Wednesday Briefs story, Noah’s New Plan.

Be sure to check out the Wednesday Briefs web site for more free fiction from my fellow authors.

Noah bit back a surprised gasp as Eli pulled him up and tossed him onto his back. He spread his legs eagerly as Eli settled between them.

His eyes fluttered shut when Eli’s lips touched his stomach. He was on the verge of panting, anticipating what was to come. Eli pressed a trail of kisses up Noah’s chest and neck, then his chin.

"Wrong way," Noah muttered. He gave Eli’s shoulder a gentle nudge, trying to direct him back down.

Eli’s cell phone rang again, the vibrations harsh against the smooth surface of the wooden nightstand.

They’d ignored earlier when it went off, just as Eli was coming in Noah’s mouth.

Eli lowered himself onto Noah and kissed him, his tongue sliding inside Noah’s mouth to languidly explore.

He pulled back slightly to whisper, “I can taste myself on your lips.”

Not so long ago, those words would have set Noah blushing with embarrassment. After these passionate months with Eli, it only made him hotter.

"Why don’t you taste me now?" he whispered back. He pushed his hips up, grinding his dripping erection into Eli’s fuzzy stomach while also giving Eli’s head another nudge, this time a little more insistent.

"This what you want?" Eli asked as he kissed, licked, and nibbled a trail down Noah’s neck, down the middle of his chest.

"Yes," Noah pleaded desperately. His hands moved to the top of Eli’s shaved head, applying pressure while pressing his hips up, trying to angle his dick toward Eli’s mouth.

"Someone’s hot for it tonight."

"Eli, please."

Eli snickered. He kissed Noah’s belly button. “Please what?”

The head of Noah’s dick pressed against the bottom of Eli’s chin. The sharp whiskers of his chin bit the sensitive skin and Noah shuddered. “Please suck me. I want you so—”

Eli’s phone rang again. The third time in ten minutes.

When Noah felt Eli’s weight shift, he wanted to cry. He sat up on his elbows. “No, leave it.”

Eli stretched out and picked up the phone. “It’s my mom.”

Noah sighed and flopped back on the bed. He wondered if he might die from a severe case of blue balls. Cockblocked by the mom.

"Hello?" Eli sat up, swinging his legs over the bed.

A wicked grin spread across Noah’s face. He moved up behind Eli and began kissing the back of the man’s neck. He wrapped his arms around the big barrel chest and scratched his fingers through the fur he found there.

Eli didn’t respond the way Noah was hoping. As his body went rigid, Noah pulled back.

"We’ll be there… We’re leaving now." Eli hung up the phone.

Noah slipped off the bed so he could see Eli’s face. “What’s wrong?”

It took a moment for Eli to focus on Noah. “It’s my dad. He’s had a heart attack.”

* * * *

They found Sheila Holmes waiting in the emergency room.

"Mom."

Sheila stood as Eli scooped her in his arms and hugged her tight. When she finally pulled away from Eli, Noah gave her a hug. She held onto him tightly and Noah just let her hold on as long as she wanted to.

"Have you heard anything?" Eli asked.

"No." Sheila shook her head. She sniffled, then wiped her nose with a handkerchief.

"I’ll be right back."

Noah took her hand and the two sat down.

She smiled at Noah, polite though she had no reason to be smiling right now. “Thank you for coming out.”

"Of course. Where else would we be right now?"

Noah squeezed Martha’s hand. He glanced over at Eli, talking with the nurse at the triage desk, then turned back to Martha.

Where else would he be indeed?

* * * *

It was a long wait before the doctor had the test results.

In the end it was what he called a “mild episode,” much to the relief of everyone. It could have been far worse. Still, it meant John was going to have make some changes. He needed to start eating healthier, cut back on the drinking and the cigars. With a dedicated wife like Sheila, Noah was positive those changes would be implemented and John would stick with them, whether he liked it or not.

The doctor wanted to keep Eli’s father in the hospital overnight. They all decided to head home for the night, then return in the morning.

"Stay with me tonight," Eli whispered when they got back in the truck.

Noah reached over and grabbed Eli’s hand. “Of course. No way would I leave you tonight.”

Abruptly, Eli turned and grabbed Noah’s face in his hands. His kiss was hard, bordering on desperate. When Eli ended the kiss, he made no move to break apart from Noah. Noah could feel him trembling. He wondered if maybe this was the first time Eli had come close to losing someone so close to him.

Eli’s voice cracked. “I love you, baby.”

"I love you, too, Eli."

"I want you to stay with me. Not just tonight."

"Eli… Are you asking me to move in with you?"