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Guest Post: Julie Lynn Hayes & M. A. Church

Please welcome back Julie Lynn Hayes and M. A. Church. They are here with their upcoming release, Be My Human - Book 2 in the Moonlit Skies series, sequel to Be My Alien. Check out their exclusive character interview.

A door opens and two men enter the room. One has inquisitive green eyes and calico hair, an unusual color on Earth, but common on his home planet of Trygos.


Taz: My Reed, why have those two sent us out again? I do not understand.

Reed: Time for another book, that’s why.  *looks at Julie and Michelle* Am I right?

Julie: Gosh, Michelle, guess we can’t pull the wool over these guys’ eyes, can we? 

Taz: I don’t understand, why would you wish to do that? Then we could not see.

Michelle: *Groans. Gotta find a book that explains this stuff!* And here we go.

Reed: I’ll explain later, kitten. *looks out at everybody* Hello out there. I’m Reed, and this is my boyfriend, Taz. Taz is an alien. Yes, I mean he’s an honest-to-goodness alien. He’s from the planet Trygos. We met at the Empire State Building when Taz was left behind by a dumbass alien called Vorlod. The no-good ass dumped Taz. Just left him at the ESB with no money or anything. It still makes me crazy when I think about that.

Taz: No, my Reed, do not let him make you crazy, he is not worth it. *He purrs and wraps himself around Reed* Just think, if not for him, I would not have you now. 

Julie: *rolls eyes* Michelle, isn’t this the part where they usually tell us to get out? And mind our own business or something?

Michelle: Yes, usually. *grins* I’m not going anywhere, so…

Reed. Right. *untangles Taz* Okay, kitten, back in your seat. No, no, your seat, not mine. *Shakes head* So, what do you guys want to ask us? 

Julie: You know, the usual. What’s new, what have you been up to? Seen any good plays. That kind of thing. 

Taz: *trying to be helpful* Well, Reed has been talking about getting a swing, and I think it sounds—”

Michelle: *snort*grin*giggle*

Reed: *turns red* Speaking of sounds. Did you hear that? No? Huh. Wonder what that was. Now, I, ah… okay, what’s been going on, right? Well, Taz and I ended up going down to see the folks as a spur of the moment thing. My dad had a health scare. Turns out it was not a major thing, but it was scary. Taz got to meet my parents and siblings, though. 

Taz: Your sister Renee is wonderful, and I love both the Herb and Jeanette. But Jacob… *frowns* He is not a nice man. I wish we could have removed that stick you told me he has up his ass. 

Julie: *works hard not to laugh aloud* Gosh, anyone have a drink? Where’s a drink when you need one?

Michelle: *looks at Julie* Maybe we should’ve put an ‘on’ button on that stick. Might have loosened him up, lol. 

Reed: Doubt it.

Michelle: *dies laughing* Okay, maybe not. I didn’t care for him, either. I did like Renee. She’s cool. I’d love to kick back at her bar. That was a cool place.

Julie: I know, right? And watching these two *jerks a thumb toward Reed and Taz* was priceless. Except when you-know-who showed up. 

Taz: *frowns* Please do not bring him up. He is evil, and a very bad man.

Michelle: Yeah, well, he is a bad man. And you didn’t let him get away with anything either.

Reed: I have to say, Peyton certainly met his match in Taz. But I’m glad Peyton pushed his way back into my life. I mean, I didn’t enjoy the things he did this time, but I had many unresolved issues concerning him. Seeing Peyton again forced me to handle those. Having Taz there with me, helping me, was very important. I’m not sure I would have been able to face Peyton without Taz’s love behind me.

Julie: Well, it’s cheaper than therapy, you gotta admit. Hey Michelle, think we can go to Renee’s bar? We can make these guys take us and pick up the tab?

Taz: *looks around on the floor* I don’t see the tab, Reed, what color is it?

Reed: *Looks at Julie, then at Taz* It’s green, kitten. As in the color of money green. I’ll be paying for the drinks for all of us.

Michelle: *LOL* Good one, Reed. By the way, Reed, how’s your dad doing?

Reed: Still griping about all the things that are bad for him that he can’t eat now. But he’s exercising more now, and he’s cut back on his favorite treat—ice cream. His health scare really got his attention. I do think he splurges now and then, and Mom turns a blind eye. Got to keep the old man happy or who knows what he’d run out and eat. I love my parents, but I have to say I’m glad to be home. I missed New York.

Taz: Me too. Very much. It’s hard to be quiet all the time. New York is a noisy place. Nobody notices a little sound. *He grins in a very pleased manner*

Julie: *tries not to burst into laughter and almost chokes* Do we want to know more about that, Michelle, or should we let sleeping kitties lie?

Taz: *confused* But I am not sleeping. That is silly.

Michelle: Let sleeping kitties lie lol. *waves* Thanks for stopping by, everyone! Here is the blurb and excerpt for Be My Human.



Reed and Taz are still adjusting to their new lives together when a medical emergency sends them flying down to Florida on short notice. Not quite the way Reed pictured introducing Taz to his family. Reed’s sister, Rene, welcomes the outgoing Taz with open arms, and the kittenish alien charms Reed’s parents.

 But someone isn’t quite so enamored of Reed’s boyfriend—his homophobic older brother Jacob seems determined to be as unpleasant as possible, and he’s making their visit very uncomfortable. The sudden appearance of Reed’s controlling ex releases a flood of insecurity and bad memories. 

Reed begins to doubt himself, and his ability to love and be loved in return. When strange items begin appearing as if out of nowhere, he wonders if he’s being stalked, or is he just paranoid? What can Taz do to prove to Reed that he’s more than enough man for this alien?



They’d been living together for a month now, ever since the fateful day Taz had literally fallen on Reed at the Empire State Building. One of the first things Reed had done after the adorable alien had moved in with him was buy Taz a cell phone, then teach him how to use it. Even though Taz was from another planet, one that was much more advanced than Earth, he was unfamiliar with Earth’s comparatively primitive technology. Reed swore after Taz had been kidnapped by the creature he’d dubbed the Evil Alien, he’d always have a way to call for help, thus the phone. That first week after they’d been reunited, Taz had talked Reed into letting him stay home alone while Reed worked at the boutique. Bad idea. Very bad idea. Taz had called Reed around lunchtime, nearly in tears.

When Reed arrived home, he’d been greeted with a nightmare of a mess. Even before he got to his apartment, he could hear the TV blasting in the living room. Which was bad enough, but Taz had somehow figured out how to turn the surround sound on. When Reed opened the door, the noise nearly blew him out of his shoes. It was like sitting in the front row at a movie theater. That, it turned out, was the easiest problem to rectify. Reed had shut the TV off, then looked around the apartment, stunned and slightly horrified.

He’d forgotten about Taz’s natural curiosity. What a mistake that was, and the proof of his error in judgment was spread out all over the kitchen. Flour had been strewn across the floor, a few eggs lay broken on the counter, every covered container in the refrigerator had been taken out and opened… then tasted. Taz had found the blender, dumped some sort of liquid in and turned it on, without putting the top on the machine. There was unrecognizable goo all over the counters, the cabinets, the floors. Plus, Taz had found the sugar. From the looks of it, he’d eaten half the bag.

And that was just the kitchen.

The bathroom had been thoroughly explored as well, as evidenced by the streams of shredded toilet paper spread throughout the place, toothpaste smeared all over the counters in minty globules, and so on.

What was that old saying about curiosity killing the cat?


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Meet the Authors:

Julie Lynn Hayes was reading at the age of two and writing by the age of nine and always wanted to be a writer when she grew up. Two marriages, five children, and more than forty years later, that is still her dream. She blames her younger daughters for introducing her to yaoi and the world of M/M love, a world which has captured her imagination and her heart and fueled her writing in ways she’d never dreamed of before. She especially loves stories of two men finding true love and happiness in one another’s arms and is a great believer in the happily ever after. She lives in St. Louis with her daughter Sarah and her cat Ramesses, loves books and movies, and hopes to be a world traveler some day. She enjoys crafts, such as crocheting and cross stitch, knitting and needlepoint, and loves to cook. While working a temporary day job, she continues to write her books and stories and reviews, which she posts in various places on the internet. Her family thinks she is a bit off, but she doesn’t mind. Marching to the beat of one’s own drummer is a good thing, after all.  Her published works can be found at Dreamspinner Press, Wayward Ink Publishing Amber Quill Press, MuseitUp Publishing, Torquere Press, and eXtasy Books. She has also begun to self-publish and is an editor at Wayward Ink and MuseitUp.  

You can find her on her blog at, and you can contact her at

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Twitter @Shelley_runyon


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eXtasy Books

Torquere Press


M.A. Church is a true Southern belle who spent many years in the elementary education sector. Now she spends her days lost in fantasy worlds, arguing with hardheaded aliens on far-off planets, herding her numerous shifters, or trying to tempt her country boys away from their fishing poles. It’s a full time job, but hey, someone’s gotta do it!

When not writing, she’s exploring the latest M/M novel to hit the market, watching her beloved Steelers, or sitting glued to HGTV. That’s if she’s not on the back porch tending to the demanding wildlife around the pond in the backyard. The ducks are very outspoken. She’s married to her high school sweetheart, and they have two children.

She was a finalist in the Rainbow awards for 2013.




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New Release: Stranded

New from Wayward Ink Publishing

Come meet the characters created by Alina Popescu, Michael P. Thomas, Kim Fielding, Asta Idonea, Rob Colton, Nephylim, Lily G. Blunt, Eric Gober, Nikka Michaels, Louise Lyons, kirifox, Sarah Hayes, and J.N. Olsen.




  • (of a boat, sailor, or sea creature) left aground on a shore.

"a stranded whale"

  • left without the means to move from somewhere.

"he offers a lift to a stranded commuter"

The boys in this collection of short stories have most definitely been left STRANDED!

They’ve been shipwrecked and abandoned. 

Marooned and cast away.

And left helpless and high and dry.

But you should never underestimate the tenacity of the human heart…


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Stories Included


Alina Popescu

Trapped since birth in a sterile, hospital-like apartment, Wynn longs to break free to experience the world.

Enter Doyle.

But is Doyle real, or is he just a figment of Wynn’s imagination?


Michael P. Thomas

Sitcom sensation Felix Medrano, America’s Sweetheart, throws a star-studded surprise party for his sweetheart, beanpole barkeep Grover Shepherd.

It’s a smash, save for one detail: Shep is a no-show.

Who’d have thought it would be so hard to pop the question?


Kim Fielding

Who’d have thought being stranded at the airport could possibly have some long term benefits?

Certainly not Tom.

But then he hadn’t bargained on meeting Rafael


Asta Idonea

The gods truly do work in mysterious ways as Thorstein found out when he was left for dead on the battle field of a foreign land.


Rob Colton

One ditching and one rescue later, Hayden discovers the use of a telephone isn’t the only offer that’s on the table…



Benji and Ari have spent their lives feeling lost and alone, stranded between genders.

Can they help each other stop unravelling?


Lily G. Blunt

Chris and Andreas are opposites in character.

Both fear the other wants to move on.

Can being stranded on a mountainside resolve the doubt that is threatening to tear them apart?


Eric Gober

Rob was the one who got away.

Trent stumbles upon him during a trip to San Francisco

Right before a deadly earthquake


Nikka Michaels

If Evan York keeps hiding from the world behind his laptop he might miss out on something special.

Will he find the courage?


Louise Lyons

One snowy night, Keith Brambles learns that appearances can be deceptive.



Jessie went camping with friends expecting to have some fun and maybe drink a little beer.

Instead, he found his perfect man

but is he real or just a dream?


Sarah Hayes

Two ex-lovers, one hotel room, and one random act of technology.

Will they fall out or fall back in love?


jn olsen

Miles makes one seemingly small and inconsequential decision that turns out to be not so small and inconsequential after all. 

Guest Post: Andrew Q. Gordon

Please welcome back Andrew Q. Gordon. Andrew’s new story, A Closed Door, comes out today — October 8th. Check it out!

A Closed Door, by Andrew Q. Gordon

Book Blurb:

Outted at thirteen, Orin Merritt left home after high school hoping to escape the hell his life had become. Ten years later when a tornado destroys his childhood home and kills his parents, Orin finds himself in an entirely new nightmare. One he can’t run away from.

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 him when Orin came out, he led the group that tormented Orin into leaving.  

As he struggles to deal with his grief, Orin also labors to fulfill the pledge he made to his parents before their death.  In the process, Orin learns that sometimes when you go away to find yourself, you leave the answers you’re looking for behind.

Cover Artist: Lily Velden and Jay Aheer

Publisher: Wayward Ink Publishing

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Book Excerpt:

"Orin, I won’t." Thomas stood a bit straighter and his eyes lost the sad, pleading shine. "I won’t hurt you again."

"You can’t promise that. Things happen." Orin watched as his words dragged Thomas back from the brink of hope.

"If you truly believe that, then there’s nothing I can do. You have to believe there’s a chance or else I can’t prove it."

"That’s not what I’m telling you." He locked his gaze on Thomas’s. "If I say yes, I’ll have to take down the walls I surrounded my heart with to keep it safe. Once it’s gone, I won’t be able bring it back if I get hurt. Not now.

"So what I’m saying is, think about what you’re asking me to risk. If you really love me, ask yourself if are you willing to risk what will happen to me if you can’t keep your promise.”

He knew how unfair he’d been, but self-preservation had been a skill he’d honed over the past fifteen years. He needed Thomas to know just how serious the repercussion could be for his actions.

"Orin, I … I … how …?" Their faces were inches apart, and Thomas moved in for another kiss.

This felt different than the first—less urgent, but no less intense. Orin trembled at the leap he was about to take. When they stepped back, Thomas rubbed his thumb across Orin’s cheek.

"I do love you, Orin. More than I can say. So much, that I’m not willing to risk what will happen if I fail you again. I don’t have that right."

Thomas’s lips quivered and the tears welled at the bottom of his eyes. He kissed Orin’s forehead gently.

"Good-bye, Orin. Please be happy." Without looking back, Thomas walked to the front door, opened it, and walked away.

Author Bio:

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.

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Twitter:  @andrewqgordon,


Other Books:

The Last Grand Master:  (Champion of the Gods – Book 1);



Ashes of Life:

Guest Post: M.A. Church - The Harvest: Taken

Please welcome back M. A. Church. She’s here to promote the brand new edition of The Harvest: Taken (Book 1). I can’t wait for Book 2!

The Harvest: Taken



Breeding programs?

And life-changing events that’ll take me on a journey which will lead to the love of a lifetime.

Cover by Lou Harper

NOTE: This is a previously published work, but there has been some new material added.




My name is Dale Michaels. A simple name, right? Nothing very memorable about it, that’s for sure. Or about me, either. I’m just a regular guy with average looks, a loving family who didn’t care I was gay, and good friends.

Just a guy.

Little did I know just how special I was to one Tah’Narian spaceship captain named Keyno Shou, or how he would change my life. *shakes head* Don’t think he swept me off my feet. He didn’t. What he did do was have me harvested under the agreed age limit, take me from my family, mutate my DNA so I could have kids, tell me I have a deadly disease, claim me as his mate, and destroy the life I knew.

I was not happy, to say the least. Pissed didn’t even cover what I felt. But what’s a guy to do on a spaceship orbiting Earth surrounded by a bunch of aliens with technology far more advanced than ours?

While I was still trying to figure out what to do or how to handle the attraction I have for Keyno, a bunch of men who were harvested revolted and tried to take over Keyno’s ship… and I got to see how deeply Keyno cared for me. I also met the person who staged the rebellion, the infamous gang leader, Colt 45.

This is the beginning of my story; a story that’s action-packed, emotionally tough, and truly is the love of a lifetime. The rest will be coming in January 2015.


In the year 2050, humanity finds out they are indeed not alone.

Massive space ships appear without warning above the capital cities of all major nations. The planet Tah’Nar is dying. Chemical warfare has reduced the once-intersexed warrior race to sterility. They need fresh DNA in order to reproduce and have an idea for a harvesting program… and so they turn to Earth.

Earth governments negotiate a lottery, and Dale Michael assumes he’s safe since he’s under the Harvest age limit. How wrong he is. He’s illegally harvested and claimed by Tah’Narian starship captain Keyno Shou. From the moment Keyno sees Dale, he knows he must claim the spirited human male for his own. What he doesn’t expect is a spitfire with a mind of his own—and a deadly disease that will require a risky procedure to cure.


“Where the hell am I?” Soft sheets rubbed against my bare skin as I sat in the bed. My heart picked up speed. This wasn’t good, really not good. I was all alone and in a bed, someone’s personal bed. All sorts of horrifying images paraded through my head as to why I was there, but I wasn’t sore and there wasn’t any physical evidence, so rape wasn’t a concern. Yet. I needed to get out of the damn bed—that was top of the ‘do right-fucking-now list’. And God help me, I needed to get dressed—why offer up an easy target, after all?—and find a weapon.

I had worked up a good head of steam when another door in the room slid open. There stood the same Tah’Narian from before. Now that I wasn’t loopy from whatever they gave me, I remembered that these aliens had deeply tanned skin and were damn well tall. I wasn’t exactly small—I stood an inch or two over of six feet and weighed two hundred pounds—but most of them were bigger and taller than me, including this one. He had to be over six feet five inches of densely packed muscle—and my ass was still in bed.

“Dale, you’re awake. Excellent.”

The white-haired Tah’Narian slowly advanced into the bedroom with me, his movements cautious. My mouth fell open. Of all the things I had expected, and I had built up a horrible list, this wasn’t one of them. My nerves actually settled down to just jumping madly.

“I-I can understand you. But how…? Why…? Um, what do I call you? Who are you? Why am I here? I shouldn’t be here. Ah, and where exactly is here? And what the hell am I doing in bed?” Okay, maybe I shouldn’t have pointed out that last one.

“Please stay calm, Dale. I mean you no harm. My name is Keyno Landium Shou. I think it’ll be easier for you to call me Keyno. Let’s start with the easiest thing first. While you were asleep, a translator was surgically implanted in your brain.” He walked farther into the room. “It translates over ten thousand known languages.”

“You… you… you… put something in my head?” That was his idea of easy things first? My hand shot up to my head, fearfully searching for an incision as I watched him.

“There is no incision. We have medical equipment that can regenerate tissue and leave no scar. I have a mirror if you’d like to see, check and make sure there is no scar.” He reached for a drawer by the bed.

Suddenly it struck me why he was so familiar with this room. This was his room, his bed—and here I was, sitting in it unclothed and completely at his mercy. Fear slammed into me again as the implications of that sunk in.

“God, this is your room, isn’t it? Oh, please don’t—” Shaking, I pulled the sheet up to my chin. It wasn’t much of a barrier, but it was all I had. “Please don’t hurt me.”

“I won’t hurt you.” Keyno froze by the bed, horror showing on his face. “Dale, never would I hurt you. You’re safe with me, understand?”

I didn’t answer, just stared at him, unsure what to say or what to do. He called this safe? What was his idea of safe, anyway? Bet it differed from mine. Maybe he needed to switch channels on that communication thingy.

“Okay.” Keyno took a deep breath when I didn’t answer. “Why don’t we just… tell you what. Would you like something to eat or drink? You’ve been asleep for nearly twelve hours.”

Was he kidding me? Eat? Anything I put in my stomach was going to make a reappearance. “Can I get dressed? I don’t have… all my clothes are… Jesus.” I wanted out of his bed, the sooner the better.

I huddled beneath the sheets, terrified of this creature that had overseen me being forcibly questioned and who had admitted to sticking stuff in my brain, suspicious, and more than a little angry. Why was he acting so nice and concerned? I had no reason to believe he was nice. Was this a trap? Was he trying to trick me for some reason? That guard had told me that I’d been chosen, and I’d been harvested illegally. Then the human doctor had told me that this alien had called me ‘my chosen’.

I had put two and two together and didn’t like what I’d come up with. I had many questions I needed answers to, but I didn’t know which one to start with and wasn’t sure I could hold on to my temper. Then there was the little problem of stark raving fear. But one thing I knew for sure—I wanted to be dressed. Sitting here naked had me at a distinct disadvantage.

Author bio:

M.A. Church is a true Southern belle who spent many years in the elementary education sector. Now she spends her days lost in fantasy worlds, arguing with hardheaded aliens on far-off planets, herding her numerous shifters, or trying to tempt her country boys away from their fishing poles. It’s a full time job, but hey, someone’s gotta do it!

When not writing, she’s exploring the latest M/M novel to hit the market, watching her beloved Steelers, or sitting glued to HGTV. That’s if she’s not on the back porch tending to the demanding wildlife around the pond in the backyard. The ducks are very outspoken. She’s married to her high school sweetheart, and they have two children.

She was a finalist in the Rainbow awards for 2013. Drop by her blog at


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The Harvest FB fan page:!/theharvest00


Stranded: A Wayward Ink Anthology

I’m lucky to have a short story included in the Stranded anthology from Wayward Ink Publishing.

My contribution is a steamy short titled “The Buckle”.

Fans of my Wednesday Briefs story “Noah’s New Plan” may recognize the title. It’s the name of the bar where Eli works as a bouncer at night. You may also remember that Eli’s friend Rex owns the Buckle…

Stranded will be available in ebook and paperback on October 10, 2014. You can pre-order now at WIP’s website.

The Buckle

After working his restaurant all day, Rex spends his nights running The Buckle, a rough and seedy gay bar. So caught up in his work, it’s his friend who finally points out the cute little man that’s been following him with his eyes the entire night. Hayden loves big guys like Rex—and when he gets ditched by his friends, it’s Rex to the rescue with an offer to use the phone in his private office. Only the telephone isn’t the only offer that’s on the table…

Available in eBook and Paperback

Amazon Pre-Order coming soon


Upcoming Events: Stranded

This Saturday, Wayward Ink Publishing is hosting a cover reveal party for the upcoming anthology of short stories, Stranded.

I’m honored to have a short story included in Stranded. My story is titled “The Buckle”. Readers of Noah’s New Plan may recognize the significance of the title. This sexy short takes place at Eli’s night job.

More details are coming soon…

The event will be hosted on Facebook. Various authors will be around throughout the day to answer questions and chat. I’ll be there from 4:30 PM to 5:30 PM Eastern time.

Here is a link to the event:

And speaking of Facebook, tonight I passed the 500 fans mark!

To celebrate, I’m going to host a contest on my Facebook page. Look for more information in the next couple of days.

Noah’s New Plan: Chapter 36

The final chapter of my free Wednesday Briefs story, Noah’s New Plan, is now available.

The complete story is now available at my GA page. An ebook version is in the works and should be available soon.

I hope you all enjoyed the story. I already have an idea for my next Wednesday Briefs story, but I’m going to take a short break to finish up some stuff I have in progress.

Be sure to check out the free fiction from my fellow Briefs bloggers, available at


When he heard the front door open and close, Eli pocketed his phone and met Noah in the living room.

Thank God.

He’d spent the last two hours checking his phone continuously, waiting for a text or call from Noah. He expected Noah to be agitated when he walked in; he usually was after an encounter with his ex. That fucking scumbag.

But Noah appeared to be quite calm.

"Everything okay?"

Noah nodded.

Knowing how much he craved physical contact, Eli took his man into his arms and pulled him in tight. With a soft sigh, Noah melted into Eli’s chest. They stayed that way for a few silent moments, basking in the warmth of the embrace.

Eli pressed his nose and mouth to the top of Noah’s head. “You wanna talk about what happened?”

"Not much to say…" Noah shrugged as he stepped back to look Eli in the eye. "He offered me a percentage of the sale, though."

Eli pumped his fist. “Yes. We can do that bathroom remodel now.”

Noah laughed. “I didn’t take it, you goof. I told him I didn’t want it. I didn’t need it.”

"Seriously, good for you. You don’t need him holding that over your head."

"That’s exactly what I thought."

"You know he would."

"I think he finally gets it.”

"Gets what?"

"That I’ve moved on."

Eli couldn’t have possibly helped the grin that spread across his face.

Noah continued, twirling his fingers through the curls of hair peeking out of the collar of his t-shirt. “That I’m with you. I don’t need Derek or his money. I have everything I need right here.”

Like the grin he couldn’t help, his cock involuntarily began to thicken.

"Say that again, baby."

"I’m with you. You’re all I need."

Eli yanked Noah close and kissed the hell out of him. Just as he began to grind his hips into Noah, Noah pushed back and ended the kiss.

"Oh! I forgot to tell you. Derek dumped Reagan."

"Yeah, that’s nice," Eli muttered dismissively before going in for another kiss.

"I thought we were going out for dinner."


* * * *

Noah flipped open his notebook. They were having Eli’s parents over for dinner this weekend and Noah was still working on his plan for the perfect meal. He tapped his pen on his lip, and had an epiphany.

He finished up his grocery list, then re-read it one last time, making sure he hadn’t missed anything.

As he was about to close the notebook, the pages flipped to an earlier list. Two words slapped him in the face:


Noah smiled.

Little did he know when he started his new plan that Leslie’s words would set him down this path. After his breakup with Derek, the last thing he expected was to meet someone new. Someone who he’d settle down with to begin a new chapter of his life.

Eli was persistent though. And Noah was grateful. In the process, he’d learned a lot about himself. He didn’t need a man to define him, or to take care of him. Not a man who completed him, but a man who complemented him.

And that man was Eli Holmes.

"Well, we took care of that tonight.” He crossed the words out with his pen.

Eli shuffled out of the bedroom. Stifling a yawn, he rubbed at sleep in his eyes. “You coming back to bed, baby?”

"Yeah." Noah closed his notebook. He stood and turned to face his man. "I love you, Eli."

"I love you, too, Noah."

* * * *


Guest Post: Jon Keys

Please welcome back Jon Keys! He’s here to promote his new release, Home Grown, now available from Dreamspinner Press.

Home Grown

Hi Rob, thanks for letting me visit! I’m excited about the release of Home Grown from Dreamspinner Press. Home Grown is all about people from different worlds finding each other and that sometimes it doesn’t matter. But besides all the drama between the two of them, they love good food. So this time as part of the blog tour I thought I’d give out recipes to at least some of the dishes from the book. Good food and steamy guys, what could be better!

So here’s recipe number two. This time it’s Roasted Tomatoes and Pasta, which is great with heirloom tomatoes. This one is healthier than the last one too. ☺

Roasted Tomato Pasta.


  • 5 -6 large tomatoes (plum tomatoes or any another paste type work great)
  • 1 Tablespoon salt
  • 1 tablespoon of pepper
  • 1 tablespoon of sugar
  • olive oil
  • Bowtie pasta (cooked)


  • Preheat oven to 250 degrees.
  • Cut the tomatoes into ½ inch thick slices and arrange on a parchment covered baking sheet.
  • Drizzle generously with olive oil.
  • Combine salt, pepper and sugar and sprinkle liberally on the tomato slices.
  • Cook in oven 2-2 ½ hours. Mix with pasta and stir to break up the tomatoes. Excellent with garlic bread.

~ Jon ~


Peter Stevens believes nothing tastes better than a vine-ripened tomato tended by a farmer’s hands. The craving for heirloom tomatoes leads him to his local farmers’ market and his favorite vendor, Ethan Hart. As Peter becomes a regular customer, the two find they have more in common than a love of good food. Just as Ethan begins to relax, Peter’s ex, Jay, appears and is all the things Ethan is not. A perfect storm of mistakes and poor choices, as well as Ethan’s haunted past, has him ready to admit defeat. With the guidance of friends and a goat far too smart for her own good, Ethan realizes he needs to have a tender hand and patience to grow a home for Peter.

Excerpt from Home Grown.

Ethan’s stomach fluttered, his anticipation building as he scanned the early morning farmer’s market crowd. Stop it. Peter will show up when he shows up. Ethan snapped his attention back to the present when the small gray-haired woman who ran the booth beside him tucked herself under his arm and hugged him tight.

“Morning, good-looking.”

“Morning, Maggie. How are things going?” Ethan kissed the top of her head and returned her embrace.

“Not bad, not bad. I’ve put out all the soaps. I hope everyone feels dirty today and stocks up.”

Ethan chuckled at the image of mud people gathering around Maggie’s stall. “Well, my customers can be clean. But I think business today will be good. The late season tomatoes are finally ripe, and I’ve had lots of people asking about them.”

 “Including Peter?”

Heat crept up Ethan’s cheeks. “Peter? I don’t know. Probably. You know he has a thing for my tomatoes.”

“Uh-huh, yeah. I might have been born at night, but it wasn’t last night. Admit it to Auntie Maggie, you have the hots for the boy, and I think he has a thing for more than your tomatoes.”

Ethan brushed off her speculation with a wave of his hand. “Maggie, you’re crazy. That man’s some kinda high-powered muckety-muck downtown. He’d never know I lived in Wisconsin if I didn’t have the best tomatoes in the market.”

Ethan studied the forming crowd, their sounds echoing through the building. “It looks like it’s getting busy, I’d better check to make sure I got everything from the truck.”

He embraced her again and trotted out the side door to his pickup. I’m not ready to talk to anyone about my feelings about Peter.

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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.

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Noah’s New Plan: Chapter 35

Here is Chapter 35 of my free Wednesday Briefs story, Noah’s New Plan.

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Noah sat in his car staring out the window. He was dreading going inside. Pulling out his cell phone, he checked the time. He’d told Eli to stay home and that he’d be there within the hour.

That meant going inside and taking care of this.

But the last thing he wanted to do was deal with Derek and his bullshit. The condo was under contract now, and this would be the last time Noah had to mess with Derek.


Noah checked his email, answering a quick question from Nicholas about his work schedule. He opened Instagram and couldn’t help but smile at the latest picture of “Theo and Beau.” So dang cute! He pressed the home button, and just he was about to tap the Facebook icon, a text from Eli popped up on his screen.

Let me know when you are on your way

Noah smiled. He knew Eli trusted him to take care of the Derek situation by himself, but that didn’t mean he liked it.

With a sigh, Noah pocketed his phone and got out of the car.

When he got to the door, he almost opened it out of habit. Catching himself, he rang the doorbell instead. There was a muffled “come in,” so Noah opened the door and walked inside.

It was dark inside the house, except for light spilling from one of the bedrooms. Noah made his way to the room Derek used as his office.

The older man sat against his desk, sipping from a silver flask. He was dressed in one of his custom tailored suits, though he looked tired, and Noah thought his hair was grayer than it used to be.

Derek tipped the flask toward Noah. “Drink?”

Noah used his finger to pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, then slid his hands into his jacket pockets. “No, thanks.”

"We should close in about a month, according to the realtor."


"A lot of memories in this place. It’s hard to see it go."


Derek took a swig of whatever was in his flask. “‘Okay, yeah.’ Is that all you have to say?”

"What do you want me to say, Derek? Yes, I have a lot of memories of this place. Mostly good. But that’s in the past now. I’ve moved on and I’m starting new."

"With that over-grown hairy gorilla,” Derek spat. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"With Eli. You should think about doing the same.”

"I called it off with Reagan."

"Oh. That’s too bad. You two seemed perfect for each other."

"I don’t need the sarcasm. It’s really not cute."

Noah resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Like he cared what Derek thought. Those days were long over. “Is there something you needed from me?”

"I packed up a few boxes of personal things. One of them is stuff I thought you might want."

"Okay, thanks."

Derek screwed the cap onto the flask and placed it inside his suit coat’s breast pocket. Pushing off the desk, he bent over and picked up his briefcase. He removed a stack of papers and a pen.

"I need you to sign this."

"What is it?" Noah asked. He walked up to the desk and skimmed the document. "What’s this about?"

"I’m giving you a percentage of the sale."

Noah pushed the papers aside. Anger grew in his chest, heating his face. If Derek thought he could buy him, then he was sorely mistaken. And the last thing he needed was to have something for Derek to loom over his head. “I don’t need it. I don’t want it.”

"Don’t be a martyr, Noah."

"I don’t know how many times I have to tell you this, but I don’t need you, Derek. And I don’t need your money. I can take care of myself."

"You know I can take care of you better than that other man can. It’s what you need."

Derek reached out to stroke Noah’s face, but Noah smacked his hand away.

"That’s where you’re wrong. I’m my own person with Eli. He doesn’t control me or take care of me. He supports me. He loves me for the man I am."

Derek swallowed visibly and dropped his eyes. “This wasn’t the way I thought things would turn out, you know.”

Noah figured that was as close to an apology he was going to get from Derek Pepper. And maybe the man finally realized he’d lost Noah for good.

"I know."

Noah turned to leave, but stopped in the doorway to give Derek one last look. “Goodbye, Derek.”

This time Noah didn’t look back.