Story Orgy Monday: His Secret, pt 6

Happy, happy SO Monday!

Feeling a little…something…right now, so I’m gonna make this quick for you. :) We have a few reminders and big ol’ yay! today.

First up is that our very wonderful Havan Fellows has her first solo book out – Emery’s Ritches – and you can find it here: http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-emery039sritches-789385-145.html

And Lee Brazil’s book – Trapping Drake – is available at: http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-trappingdrake-788430-145.html

A little something extra for you is that Hank Edwards’ completely awesome Plus Ones is out on paperback: http://www.amazon.com/Plus-Ones-Hank-Edwards/dp/1611183987/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1336929065&sr=8-2

Now for the yay! ….. Word Play is Best Book at Whipped Cream/Long and Short Reviews… http://whippedcream2.blogspot.com/2012/05/word-play-story-orgy-vol-1-by-em-woods.html. Pretty soon you’ll be able to vote and make it Book of the Month!

So are you ready for the next installment of His Secret? Well, the prompt this week is There is music playing in the background. A big hug to the lovely Jade for our hottie of the week…

HIS SECRET, pt 6

They pulled through a brick fence with a large, wrought iron gate that folded like an accordion, and faster than Colin could turn around it had already closed behind them. Within feet the trees closed in on them, branches brushing the side of the SUV as Ty navigated the winding drive that led deeper onto the property.

The woods grew thicker, wilder. Colin tried to make out the night sky but the dense foliage obscured his view. “Come here often?”

Tyler’s soft chuckle helped to ease Colin’s nerves. “Once or twice a year. When I need to get away.”

Colin really wanted to ask who Ty brought with him on those get-aways, but decided he was better off not knowing. “So there’s a house in here?”

“Yep.”

As if conjured, the trees gave way to an expansive, groomed lawn. From there, in the center of the clearing, sat a log cabin that looked like ten men could live in it comfortably without rubbing elbows unless they wanted to. And its front door stood wide open. Colin’s stomach knotted. “Company already?”

“Nope, Tom’s a full time resident.”

It didn’t seem like Tyler was going to explain and Colin wasn’t sure the etiquette involved when a man was on the run from a psychotic ex-boyfriend. Should he ask? Or wait?

Tyler stopped the vehicle to the left of the cabin and pushed open his door. That’s when Colin heard it. There was soft music playing in the background.

Someone was welcoming Tyler home.

<<TBC>>

Now, don’t forget to head over and see what my fellow orgiasts did with this awesome prompt!

Lee Brazil – http://leebrazilauthor.blogspot.com/

Havan Fellows – http://havanshawthaven.blogspot.com/

Hank Edwards – http://hankedwardsbooks.com/hankerings./

JR Boyd – http://jr-boyd.blogspot.com/

Jade Baiser - http://jade-wetdreams.blogspot.com/

~Em

Story Orgy Monday: His Secret, pt 5

Hey there, y’all! Hope this finds you well…and rarin’ to go!

Before we started (omigosh, my post is longer than 250 words this week!)…there are a couple of things you might not know yet…

The very lovely, ever so talented Havan Fellows has her very first single release this coming Friday! Yes! You heard me right…you can go here to find Emery’s Ritches! You guys are going to love this second book in her Synchronous Seductions series. And her darling muse, Lee Brazil had a release of his own last Friday - Trapping Drake can be found here.

Soon you can also find most of us taking part in the Hop Against Homophobia…you’ll get to hear why we stand up and lend our voices to defeating homophobia. Make sure you come back on May 17th for a chance to win prizes (over 200 blogs will be participating!) and support a great cause!

Oh! And we’ve got a great new contest coming up soon…we’ll be doing another “Guess the Prompt”! If you can guess the prompt we use, you’ll be entered to win a very cool prize!

Okay, guys…are you ready? The prompt this week is: This is not about… and, of course, our delicious Jade found us our hottie this week. Isn’t he just freaking hawt? (Who doesn’t love suit porn?) Mmmmm…..

HIS SECRET, pt 5

 

“This isn’t about a break up anymore.” Tyler took a deep breath. “This bastard has fucking gone off the deep end.”

Officer Morgan scribbled in his notebook and nodded. “I take it you think you know who did this?”

“Victor Ainsley.”

Morgan paused, then wrote again. “How do you know him?”

“He’s my ex.” Colin’s voice was shaky, his arms wrapped tight around his midsection. “He’s been threatening me.”

Relief flooded Tyler’s body. Finally Colin was willing to do something about Vic. “Show him the texts, Col.”

His movements jerky and stiff, Colin uncurled his arms and pulled his phone from his pocket. Pushing the couple of buttons to get to the offensive messages, he handed the phone over. Tyler moved closer to him, needing to protect Colin even though the threat wasn’t eminent. Those phone calls would happen much sooner than Tyler had planned. He needed his team to track this bastard down.

But first things first.

The officers and Colin should be brought up to speed.

Tyler took his wallet from his rear pocket, unfolded it and held it out for Officer Morgan’s inspection. “Let me introduce myself properly this time. I’m Tyler Bowden, FBI.”

The other three officers paused in their investigation as Morgan took the offered badge. “And you didn’t mention this earlier because?”

Tyler could hear the anger boiling just under the calm tone. He didn’t blame the guy. Local police weren’t always receptive to his agency’s help. “Because I didn’t realize the extent of this intrusion. Now that I know Colin’s safety is threatened – and that this wasn’t just teenagers gone wild – you have disclosure privileges.”

The icy stare from the officers around them was nothing compared to the rigid form beside him. Colin had known he was in law enforcement. Tyler just hadn’t had the conversation to tell him how deep he was. It was a shitty way to start a fragile discussion but it couldn’t be helped in this case. If Colin was pissed, they’d have to cross that bridge when they got someplace safe. “While you finish up here, I’m going to take Colin to my place. You can access my information in the database, call me when you’re ready to talk to him.”

Morgan handed Colin’s phone back. “Give me your address.”

“No. When you’re ready – call.”

Tyler wasn’t about to let that bit up for discussion. No one knew where Colin’s second house was and only when he was seriously in need of it did he use it. Tucked in the middle of fifty acres, the house was secluded and peaceful. The monitoring system Tyler had on the perimeter alerted him when anyone entered his property.

It was safe.

And far away from Victor Ainsley.

Tuning out the objections of Officer Morgan, Tyler motioned to Colin. “Grab a bag from the bedroom and get enough clothes to last a few days. I’ll grab your computer.”

“We need his computer for evidence.”

Tyler faced the cop kneeling on the floor in front of Vic’s message. Reigning in the impulse to shove the man’s head into the wall, Tyler said, “Colin needs it to work. I will have one of my team check it over and send you the report by the end of the day.”

Considering the matter closed, Tyler led Colin to the bedroom. Once the door clicked shut behind them, Tyler reached for his lover, pulling him into his arms. “I know you have questions and you’re probably pissed as hell at me.”

After a second of silence, Colin snuggled against Tyler. “Yes. And yes. But they can both wait until we’re out of here.”

“Thank you.” Tipping Colin’s head back, Tyler brushed a kiss over his lips. He hesitated, then covered Colin’s mouth. He licked and nipped until Colin moaned and opened for him, allowing him to plunge inside to tangle their tongues and draw him out. He threaded his fingers in the soft hair at the base of Colin’s neck, holding him still for the plunder.

Each suck and bite eased the coiling ball of anger in the pit of Tyler’s stomach, replacing it with the desire to sink his cock deep into Colin’s ass, to fuck until they were too exhausted to think. Colin bucked against him, then gasped as he pulled away. “Shit. Get my computer. We’ll finish this when there’s no audience.”

Tyler reluctantly let him go, then adjusted his erection so that it wasn’t pressing against his zipper, smiling when he saw Colin do the same. “Be quick. We’ve got a long drive ahead of us.” He left the bedroom door open and went to Colin’s home office directly across the hall. In ten minutes he had the computer and all it’s extras packed in Colin’s case and was waiting outside the bedroom door when Colin stepped out with his suitcase.

Remaining silent, Tyler followed Colin through the living room, where the cops barely spared them a glance. Outside, Tyler shuffled Colin and his bags to the side lot where his SUV was parked, leaving Colin’s smaller Toyota in it’s spot. To his credit, Colin didn’t even question the direction.

Sliding behind the wheel, Tyler started his vehicle and pulled out. He took the back exit, pulling through the little used gate near the garbage dumpsters. The way Colin wrinkled his nose at the nasty smell made him smile. “Two seconds and we’ll be on the freeway.”

And once they were headed north out of the city, he’d be able to see anyone tailing them.

<<TBC>>

Now, don’t forget to head over and see what my fellow orgiasts did with this awesome prompt!

Lee Brazil – http://leebrazilauthor.blogspot.com/

Havan Fellows – http://havanshawthaven.blogspot.com/

Hank Edwards – http://hankedwardsbooks.com/hankerings./

JR Boyd – http://jr-boyd.blogspot.com/

Jade Baiser - http://jade-wetdreams.blogspot.com/

~Em

Story Orgy Monday: His Secret, pt 4

Good morning! Can you believe it’s the end of April already? Whew!

Well, there are a couple things to announce this lovely Monday morning…

Our very wonderful Lee Brazil has a fabulous contest (for a free ebook!) going on now and a new release – Trapping Drake – coming this Friday! You can go here to learn more about both…

And then our most scrumptious Havan Fellows has her very own, very well deserved first single release – Emery’s Ritches – coming out on May 11th! Go here an pre-order!!  (and you can catch her first story in the Story Orgy Anthology from Breathless Press – which you can find more about on our SO blog.)

Okay, on with the prompt…this week we were working with “I stand between quiet and silence.” And of course, our yummy photo was brought to us by our delectable camera girl, Jade. Isn’t he edible? Mmmm….

Anyway, I’ve traded places with Hank again this week….Charlie is talking away in his brain, and my boys are being – well, secretive. So I’m on the Hook Up again. Ready?

HIS SECRET, pt 4

Tyler watched Colin’s face drain of color as he read a second text he’d received fast on the heels of the first. When his lover swayed, Tyler held him up and snagged his phone from his clenched fingers.

You’ve been bad, Col.

And Tyler recognized the phone number. Vic. Taking a deep breath, Tyler swept his mounting anger to the side. First priority – Colin and his safety. He pressed a kiss to Colin’s lips, then whispered, “When I stand between quiet and silence, listening to only my heart, I see my future and you are in it. Do you trust me, Col?”

“Of course I do.”

The slight tremor in Colin’s voice might have been because of Vic’s threat, because of Tyler’s words or because he wasn’t fully confident in his answer. Tyler couldn’t chance the latter but, before he could find out, one of the officers stuck his head out of the stairwell. A two-fingered wave and a neutral expression set Tyler’s instincts on high alert.

Every law enforcement officer possessed that look, carefully honed over time on the beat.

It meant nasty revelations were coming.

“Follow me. We’ve found something interesting.”

Colin tensed beneath Tyler’s hand. “Found? Wouldn’t a burglar have taken things?”

“This was no burglary.”

Colin stumbled and only Tyler’s grip on his arm kept him upright. After entering the apartment, it took only seconds to find what the officer had referred to. Spray painted across their living room wall in three-feet-tall red lettering were two words.

He’s mine.

<<TBC>>

 

Alrighty, my lovelies…don’t forget to head over and see what my fellow orgiasts did with this awesome prompt!

Lee Brazil – http://leebrazilauthor.blogspot.com/

Havan Fellows – http://havanshawthaven.blogspot.com/

Hank Edwards – http://hankedwardsbooks.com/hankerings./

JR Boyd – http://jr-boyd.blogspot.com/

Jade Baiser - http://jade-wetdreams.blogspot.com/

~Em

Story Orgy Monday: His Secret, pt 3

Hello, hello, hello!!

How are you all doing? Good? Me too. Not much going on here…working on the next WIP (I know, I know…longer, please). :)

Today’s hottie is, of course, brought to you from the talented search fingers of our lovely Jade, and I think he fits today’s little piece. The prompt for the day is: There are the things we don’t know about love. 

Ready to get started? It’s another Hook Up for me (sooner or later I’ll get a long post in here *grr*). But today…you get a little taste of my villain.

HIS SECRET, pt 3

He couldn’t stand the sight of his Colin leaning on that bastard who’d threatened him. Fuck, that prick had some nerve showing up at his place and marking him up. He had almost brought Colin back home where he belonged.

A movement caught his eye. From his vantage point, he could see two squad cars pulled up to the curb. Narrowing his eyes, he seethed. He’d said no cops. His watch said Colin should have been headed to meet at the grocery store too. Not that he would have made it inside. Stubborn men needed to be dealt with in sometimes harsher ways.

Colin needed to be schooled.

Taught.

The police moved into the stairwell.

Dammit. This wasn’t going according to plan. Tyler was supposed to find his message after Colin left. Not those fucking cops.

He grabbed his cell. Colin needed to know he fucked up.

In a flash, he sent his message and watched as his errant man read his words.

You’ve been bad, Col. There are things we don’t know about love.

Like what the retribution would be for Colin calling police. He had to think on this.

It couldn’t go unpunished.

<<TBC>>

So what did you think of him? Don’t forget to head over and see what my fellow orgiasts did with this awesome prompt!

Lee Brazil – http://leebrazilauthor.blogspot.com/

Havan Fellows – http://havanshawthaven.blogspot.com/

Hank Edwards – http://hankedwardsbooks.com/hankerings./

JR Boyd – http://jr-boyd.blogspot.com/

Jade Baiser - http://jade-wetdreams.blogspot.com/

~Em

Story Orgy Monday: His Secret, pt 2

Happy Monday, everyone!

Hank and I have swapped this week…he’s got a big ol’ start to a new Charlie story (yay!!) and I’m giving you another taste of my two boys…I promise a longer segment next Monday, though. :)

Now, enjoy the smexy lovely our Jade found for us…and the prompt for the week: He is at the grocery store.

HIS SECRET, pt 2

Ty seemed fixated on his own thoughts, and that was fine with Colin. He phoned the police like he’d been told, then slipped his cell back in his pocket. Maybe when the cops arrived he’d show them the text message.

Maybe.

The last thing he needed was for Ty to go looking for Vic. Nothing good could come of it. Ty didn’t know Vic’s history, didn’t know the military training, the militia backing he had.

The roll of tires on pavement pulled Colin away from staring at the empty doorway. He turned to see two black-and-whites parked next to their car. If Colin thought they could help, he’d feel some sense of relief, but the truth was he had a feeling they would just make matters worse.

Four officers approached – three with a hand poised over their weapons, one with a pad of paper and pencil. It was that one that spoke first, his dark blue gaze snapping over them, assessing and sharp. “You call for a break and enter?”

Tyler caught Colin’s hand and gave a small squeeze to his fingers. “That was us. The door’s open going upstairs and we didn’t want to risk interrupting anyone.”

One of the others, the tallest of the bunch, shot him a sideways glance. Colin tried to take his hand away but Ty wasn’t having it. Short of causing a tug-of-war, Colin stopped struggling. The officer taking notes barely cast a glance at their hands. “The apartment belong to both of you?”

“Yes.” Ty pulled his wallet from his hip pocket and flipped it open to show his driver’s license. “We live in the upstairs loft.”

The officer looked it over, then jotted another note. “Okay Mr. Bowden, we’ll take a look around and make sure the place is clear. Afterward, you two can see if anything was stolen.”

Colin and Tyler nodded, moving out of the way as the four officers moved quietly through the door and up the stairs. The broken bushes rustled on the breeze, scraping a branch over the battered door and sending shivers along Colin’s spine. Another buzz in his pocket indicated a new text message, but he was loathe to look at it. Not standing here with Ty so close. His stomach twisted with sickening lurch as he pulled the phone from his pocket anyway. Looking down at the repeated words – Meet me at the grocery store. Thirty minutes. – Colin said, “He isn’t here.”

Ty brought Colin’s hand to his mouth, brushing a kiss over his knuckles. “Probably not.”

<<TBC>>

 

Don’t forget to head on over to my fellow orgiasts’ blogs and see what’s behind their door!

Lee Brazil – http://leebrazilauthor.blogspot.com/

Havan Fellows – http://havanshawthaven.blogspot.com/

Hank Edwards – http://hankedwardsbooks.com/hankerings./

JR Boyd – http://jr-boyd.blogspot.com/

Jade Baiser - http://jade-wetdreams.blogspot.com/

~Em

Story Orgy…Tuesday? Brandt’s Choice, NSFW

Hello my lovelies! I’m so sleepy putting this post together, so are you ready to see the final scene of Brandt’s Choice?

Yeah…me too!

Let’s go…

BRANDT’S CHOICE, final scene

“Hey, you coming?” Kaden’s husky voice drifted from the hallway leading to his bedroom and Brandt realized they’d taken off without him.

He shed his clothes as he made his way to join them, dropping his pants and socks by the couch, his shirt on the chair with their coats. Not wearing underwear had more benefits than just feeling free. It left his erection to the caress of the air as he stepped into the dimly lit bedroom.

Kaden sat on the edge of the full-size bed with Mike straddled across his lap; the slick tip of Kaden’s cock poised at the entrance of Mike’s ass. The smaller man was squirming, trying to press down on Kaden’s prick, but Kaden had a firm hold at his waist.

Brandt leaned against the door frame. “Thought you were talking to me, but damn, now I see you were talking to our boy.”

Casting a heated look over his shoulder, Mike changed tactics. He arched his back, pushing his hips toward Brandt. Kaden’s cock slapped back against his stomach and Brandt moaned low in his gut at the sight of the soft pucker Mike offered to him. “Kaden’s teasing. Waited…so long. Please.”

Brandt couldn’t say no. He caught the lube Kaden tossed his way as he crossed the room, quickly slicking his fingers before pushing them inside Mike. Vaguely hearing the matching groans from Kaden and Mike, Brandt stroked twice before kneeling to hold Kaden’s cock steady for Mike’s push. “Go on, kitten. Pull his prick in, give him a ride.”

“Damn, Brandt.” Kaden’s thighs trembled as Mike sank over his erection, and Brandt’s cock throbbed with jealousy for the heat enveloping Kaden. Kaden tightened his grip on Mike’s hips. “Fuck, so good.”

The fine hair on Kaden’s legs shimmered with sweat and Brandt leaned down to lick the skin where Mike’s ass now met Kaden’s leg. Two for one, he thought. Mike looped one arm around Kaden’s shoulders and threaded the other hand through Brandt’s hair. He began a slow rise and fall, using Brandt to steady himself.

Brandt moved closer behind him so he could reach around to palm his cock, using Mike’s pre-cum to jack him off. He mouthed his way over the smooth skin of his side as Kaden slid his hands along Mike’s chest. “He’s beautiful, isn’t he, Brandt?”

“God, yes.”

“Shut up,” Mike said, but there wasn’t much conviction behind his words. “Just-”

Kaden latched onto one nipple with his mouth and Mike bucked hard, his fist pulling at Brandt’s hair. “Hell, yeah, Kaden. Our boy’s getting a little rough here.”

“A little…more.” Mike tugged at Brandt’s head, turning his face up to meet a harsh kiss. Brandt let him have his way for a moment, then pulled away. He needed Kaden closer. Mike was ahead of him though. “Get up here.”

Kaden’s gaze was glassy, his breathing stuttered as he tilted his head to reach both Brandt and Mike. The kiss was sloppy, but Brandt felt their tongues tangling with his, sliding and sucking where they could. Each touch seemed like it was on the other end of a live wire connected to his cock, pulling his balls up tight, drawing a sharp tingle along his nerves.

“Fuck, fuck. Close.” Mike lost his rhythm and Kaden took over, driving Mike downward repeatedly. Brandt used his free hand to pull on his own prick. He and Kaden had gotten off before, fucked even, but this was more intense. Hands, tongues and cocks moved and strung him like a barbed fence ready to snap.

Kaden slapped Mike down hard, his neck straining, mouth open in a silent yell as Mike’s cum spilled hot over Brandt’s hand. Musty sex filled Brandt’s lungs and one final tug of his cock sent ropes of spunk to the floor.

They collapsed inward on Mike, holding each other up by sheer leverage. Kaden slid his hand around to include Brandt in a hug. “Damn.”

“Yeah.” Mike shifted a bit. “I need to move, though.”

Brandt chuckled. “Can’t just fucking cuddle.”

“Let me up, rodeo.” Mike swatted at him. “I need a bed.”

“Next time, we’ll be in our bed.”

Mike had lifted from Kaden’s lap and Kaden was standing up when Brandt spoke. Both men froze in mid-movement to stare at him as he remained on his knees, still trying to get his legs to work. Kaden cocked his head. “Our bed?”

“So I got a new bed. King size.” He shrugged, ignoring the hot blush crawling over his chest. “We’re big guys. Fuck, I’m not sleeping in this small-ass bed, Kaden.”

To his credit, Mike hid his smile better than Kaden. “It’s all about choices, right, rodeo?”

Yeah. Yeah, Brandt thought. That worked.

<<the end>>

Hope you enjoyed!

~Em

Story Orgy Monday: His Secret

Happy Easter, Everyone! I hope you all had a great weekend.

Most of you know my oldest kidlet had his tonsils/adenoids out last Monday and we’ve been recuperating from that. He’s doing great but he is also so ready to be back eating the foods he loves. I don’t think sweets are his thing. LOL.

There is one announcement this week: My wonderful muse, JR Boyd, has been nearly swallowed up by the load of his school work. Because of this, he’s going to be taking a bit of a break from regular posts, but never fear, he’ll pop in now and then with poetry, perhaps a hook up or two, and he’ll definitely be around for the anthology stories.

So, with that out of the way, are you ready to move on to the prompt for this week? I’m sure you’ve noticed by now that this isn’t going to be a Brandt’s Choice ending…As a matter of fact, it’s a His Secret beginning. Yep, a whole new story starting right here. But never fear – you’ll get the ending you’ve been waiting for tomorrow! Yep, that’s right. I’ll be posting Tuesday morning the menage scene for the HEA on Brandt’s Choice.

Okay… today’s prompt is a couple comes home to find their front door ajar.

A big hug to our lovely Jade for finding this beauty for our post today. Isn’t he lovely?

HIS SECRET, pt 1

The weathered, exterior security door to their apartment building lay in the bushes; the freshly budded foliage mangled into an unrecognizable mess. A small gap showed where the interior door sat ajar, giving a bare glimpse of the stairs that led up to their home.

Tyler Bowden sighed. The landlord was going to be pissed. He had been after the elderly man to get the damn door fixed since they’d moved in, but the guy was stubborn to his core. And cheap.

Risking a glance at his lover, Tyler tried to stay positive. “Maybe it’s from the kids downstairs moving out.”

Colin Phillips’ face was pale, cheeks drawn tight as he pressed his lips together. Shaking his head, he whispered, “You know it’s him.”

The way Colin’s voice shook was fuel to Tyler’s anger. He’d sworn on the day they’d met no one would harm Colin again. It meant he couldn’t chance going upstairs to find out the extent of the problem. Whoever had done the damage might still be upstairs.

He put a hand on Colin’s arm, squeezing to pull his gaze from the broken door. Tyler brushed a kiss across his trembling mouth. So soft, so yielding, so afraid. “Call the police.”

As Colin dialed his phone, Tyler settled into a long familiar calm – one born from training. He flipped through a mental checklist of calls he needed to place later in the night. Vic Ainsley must have thought he was joking the last time they spoke.

<<TBC>>

Well, I hoped you enjoyed my fresh start! Don’t forget to head on over to my fellow orgiasts’ blogs and see what’s behind their door!

Lee Brazil – http://leebrazilauthor.blogspot.com/

Havan Fellows – http://havanshawthaven.blogspot.com/

Hank Edwards – http://hankedwardsbooks.com/hankerings./

JR Boyd – http://jr-boyd.blogspot.com/

Jade Baiser - http://jade-wetdreams.blogspot.com/

~Em

Swain, Maass, Covey and the M/M writer…

Or should I say…Swain, Maass, Covey and this M/M writer?

Because of an absolutely lovely friend, I’ve recently taken stock of where I spend my time and where I should spend my time. While I have mostly made good changes, some things have fallen by the wayside that really shouldn’t have. Like critiquing others’ work. And practicing and reading up to make my own work better.

So I will be dedicating some of my blog time here to talking about writing…well, the act of writing. If you read them, you’ll hear about Dwight Swain, Donald Maass, and even Stephen Covey. Larry Brookes and Victoria Schmidt are other favorites of mine. Becky Levine and Judy Reeves too.

I hope you’ll join me and share your thoughts.

I’ll talk a good bit about my works in progress and you’ll see snippets here and there of them. I’ll also be using practice writing and pointing out examples in other authors’s stories. But for now, do you have a favorite research book or reference site? Leave a comment and tell us about it…

Story Orgy Monday: Brandt’s Choice, pt 12


Happy April, everyone!

Well, I’m totally stoked today because I’ve got a new release out! Do you remember Flying High from here? Well, it’s been revamped a bit, with a little mystery and scare added in…and now we’ve got The Scared Stiff Collection: Flying High. You can go here to find it…

Blurb:

Sometimes mate bonds can be damned inconvenient. And sometimes they can be the lifesaving when a murderer sets his sights on one of the pair. 

As if life isn’t tough enough for a half Butterfly-half Fae shifter, Tate is thrown for a loop when his mate turns out to be a reclusive Lynx shifter. 

Cain is focused on tracking his brother’s killer, so stumbling across his mate at the same time he finds the murderer isn’t in his plans.

 Sparks fly between the two men but neither wants to cave too soon to a fated-mate bond. When a serial murderer who targets shifters comes after Cain, the halfling must call up powers he rarely uses to save them both.

And of course Lee Brazil has his new release, Mark’s Opening Gambit, coming out on Friday…you can hop over to our Story Orgy blog to find out all about it! You can go here…

So, now on to the prompt of the week: “One thing I have to say.” And of course the delicious bit of man-candy that Jade dug up for us!

BRANDT’S CHOICE, pt 12

Shit, the kid had given him a scare. He’d thought for minute Mike was going to turn around and walk right out the door. Or curse them out.

But Mike hadn’t.

And now here they stood, each waiting for someone else to make the first move.

“One thing I have to say.” Brandt shifted his gaze between the two men, daring them to interrupt. He had to get this off his chest. Mike cocked his head but kept silent. Kaden looked like he was going to chew his lip to pieces, but he didn’t interject either. Brandt cleared his throat. “I don’t know what exactly Ms. Riley said but I have a feeling I got the gist. And I’m saying she’s wrong. But I know I have to prove it to you.”

Mike’s face flushed, his gaze flicking to find Kaden briefly before returning to meet Brandt’s stare. Brandt admired him for that. Hell, there were rough riders who couldn’t hold another man’s gaze for more than a second before wanting to escape the accountability.

“Will you tell us what she said,” Kaden asked.

“She said to wait and see, Brandt would be leaving with the spring.” Mike shuffled in place, his shoulders slumping as he crammed his hands deeper into his pockets.

“And you said?” Kaden crossed his arms and Brandt could make out the tense muscles bunched under his shirt. Brandt understood what Kaden was feeling, what he was thinking. Mike’s answer, how he responded to outsiders casting their own beliefs on what really wasn’t even a relationship- not yet, anyway -would say a lot about how they could move forward.

“I told her you were retired.”

Brandt had to know. “But what do you really think?”

“I think your track record isn’t great.” Mike pulled his hands out of his jeans, shaking them out at his sides. “But I think I didn’t know the whole story.”

Kaden took slow, measured steps to stand beside Mike. He kept his voice low, like Brandt had heard him before with startled colts. “The story didn’t start until now.”

Nodding, Brandt followed Kaden’s lead to stand on Mike’s opposite side, stopping close enough that Brandt could feel Mike’s body vibrating with the need to do something. What that turned out to be was yet to be seen. Brandt knew what he hoped it would be. “We’ll get to know each other’s history. And I sure as hell can’t wait to learn you.”

A small moan slipped past Mike’s lips and Brandt was satisfied that he had caught the intentional wording. The added bonus was the hitch in Kaden’s breathing at the soft sound. They were all tuned up tight. And Brandt thought it was past time to release some pressure. He leaned forward slightly, barely brushing Mike’s ear with the tip of his nose, to whisper, “Do you want to get to know me? Will you give me a chance?”

Mike swayed toward Brandt, his eyes drifting closed as he took a deep breath. “I don’t love you.”

“I don’t love you either. Not yet.” Brandt smiled, heat pooling in his belly at how this night would end. “But I love Kaden and he loves both of us. So much it’s tearing him up.” He had Mike’s attention now. Kaden’s too. Two sets of eyes, one green and one blue, were fastened on him, searching his own gaze. Brandt hoped he hadn’t overstepped himself and given too much away. “You’ve been here, Mike, when I haven’t. I can’t tell you what that means to me, to know he was in such good hands. Someone who wouldn’t take advantage, even on those drunk nights.”

Mike’s eyes widened and his lips parted slightly. “How-”

Kaden stroked a hand over Mike’s cheek, turning his face to see him. “I can still remember parts of those nights, Mike. And I never went anywhere else but to you.”

“He knew he was safe with you.” Brandt itched with the realization that it wouldn’t always be him that gave Kaden that warmth, but that it was Mike soothed the irritation like salve. “That’s why we need you. You’re here, in the middle, where you should be.”

Mike looked back at Brandt, rubbing his cheek on Kaden’s palm. It was a comforting movement that Brandt didn’t think Mike even knew he was doing. “I don’t get it. Why would you choose to allow me here?” Mike’s words wavered as he spoke, from lust or from fear Brandt couldn’t be certain.

A tiny smile quirked the corner of Kaden’s mouth and Kaden met Brandt’s gaze. So much love and hope shined in Kaden’s eyes that Brandt wanted more than his next breath to have this work out right. He just didn’t know what to say- or how to say it -to make that happen.

Kaden shook his head. “I think that’s a good question. Because I’m sure you both know that my choice was made when I fell in love with you both. It’s really the two of you that have to make the decision.”

“Don’t get me wrong.” Panic returned to Mike’s face and he grabbed both Kaden’s and Brandt’s arms. “I’m in. I mean, I want to see where this goes. Hopefully to the damn bedroom sooner or later, but hell, if it’s just this for now, that’s fine. I’m not gonna bail because of some blue balls…as long as you don’t.”

The last of his words were directed at Brandt.

Kaden shifted, closing the gap lingering between them as they stood almost shoulder to shoulder. Kaden’s strong fingers wound around Brandt’s wrist, branding his skin with the heat of his touch. “What’s your choice, rodeo? You staying?”

The deep pull of desire that ricocheted along Brandt’s nerves shook him and stole his breath. He could only stand, alternating his gaze between them, seeing the pure need echoing in their gazes for an honest answer.

Brandt could tell them about the plans he’d made with the circuit to open a rodeo clown training ranch. He could tell them about the way he’d set up the extra rooms in his house to accommodate Kaden and Mike’s vet practice or maybe even tell them about the California King bed that had just been delivered to his place two days ago. But right now, they only needed the simple truth. “I’m staying.”

Soft lips brushed the underside of his jaw and Brandt moaned with the hesitant touch. Mike’s cologne, crisp and fresh, teased Brandt’s senses. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath of the subtle scent, letting it wrap around him to sooth the raw edges created over the past hour. “Feels good.”

“Tastes good.” Mike punctuated his words with a nip to Brandt’s chin.

Kaden’s hand slipped upward along Brandt’s arm. “Got room for one more?”

“Thought that was my line?” Mike chuckled at his own joke.

Brandt grunted. Whether they took that as a yes for Kaden or a laugh for Mike, he didn’t care. He needed more touches. More kisses. Brandt slid one hand around Kaden’s waist to pull him closer and gripped Mike’s neck with the other. Tilting Mike’s head back, Brandt traced his lips with a lazy kiss designed to leave room for Kaden to join them.

Mike had other plans, it seemed. He climbed Brandt’s body like a tree, wrapping his legs around Brandt’s hips, grinding their cocks together through two layers of denim. Brandt tucked his hands under Mike’s legs to hold him and then ducked his head to press kisses along Mike’s neck. Tiny vibrations tingled his lips as Mike moaned and dropped his head back.

Kaden hummed under his breath and moved behind Mike to sandwich him between them. “Yeah, I think this is where we left off.”

“Oh hell.” Mike’s movements stopped and he shifted to see Kaden. “It is where we left off. And we are not ending the same way. Turn that damn phone off.”

Brandt laughed. “I’m with Kitten. Turn the thing off for a while.”

Pulling his cell from his pocket, Kaden made an exaggerated show of turning the ringer off before tossing it to the couch. “How about we move this to the bedroom?”

“And lose the clothes?” Mike shimmied down from Brandt’s arms, unzipping his jeans and shoving them down his legs.

Brandt couldn’t help the grin. Kitten was a perfect nickname for their new lover. Mike was energetic and a breath of fresh air. He and Kaden had become jaded in their friendship and had managed to become staid without ever having become a couple. They needed Mike to keep them on their toes.

<<TBC>>

Hope y’all have a great Monday and make sure you head over to the other Orgy blogs and see what they’ve done with this awesome prompt…

Lee Brazil – http://leebrazilauthor.blogspot.com/

Havan Fellows – http://havanshawthaven.blogspot.com/

Hank Edwards – http://hankedwardsbooks.com/hankerings./

JR Boyd – http://jr-boyd.blogspot.com/

Jade Baiser - http://jade-wetdreams.blogspot.com/

~Em

Story Orgy Monday: Brandt’s Choice, pt 11

Happy Monday, my lovelies! How are you? My oldest kidlet had his seventh birthday over the weekend and I am Monopoly’d and Yatzee’d out! LOL….

But I’m not so pooped I can’t share some uber great news! I have two releases to tell you about — the first is the PRINT version of His Hero Anthology from Total-E-Bound! Woohoo! It has yours truly’s story Only Sam in it. You can go here to get it.

Blurb:

When a restaurant goes up in flames, will a spark of love rise from the ashes for a chef and his hero?

When chef Dylan Brookes finds his restaurant engulfed in flames, all he can do is watch his dreams turn to ashes. Shock, hurt and disbelief leave Dylan vulnerable to both the man who wants to love him…and the one who wants to kill him.

Fire fighter Sam Carter has been frequenting the same small restaurant for a year, trying to work up the nerve to ask the chef out on a date. When Dylan’s Omni burns to the ground from foul play, Sam steps in to help.

Now the question is…will his efforts be too late?

Reader Advisory: This book contains minor scenes of violence

And then….y’all remember that crazy shifter story I blogged? Yep, Flying High is releasing on Monday April 2nd as part of the Scared Stiff Collection! Here’s the blurb:

Sometimes mate bonds can be damned inconvenient. And sometimes they can be the lifesaving when a murderer sets his sights on one of the pair. 

As if life isn’t tough enough for a half Butterfly-half Fae shifter, Tate is thrown for a loop when his mate turns out to be a reclusive Lynx shifter.  Cain is focused on tracking his brother’s killer, so stumbling across his mate at the same time he finds the murderer isn’t in his plans.

 Sparks fly between the two men but neither wants to cave too soon to a fated-mate bond. When a serial murderer who targets shifters comes after Cain, the halfling must call up powers he rarely uses to save them both.

 

Okay, okay….ready for the next Hook Up for Brandt, Kaden and Mike? A big thank you to Jade for our gorgeous bit of yumminess at the top of the page. *grin* He’s a fave of mine. And, of course, the prompt is: “I can’t protect you from that.”

So, here we go…

BRANDT’S CHOICE, pt 11

“You’re wrong.” Kaden held his panic in check. Mike’s babbling had caught him off guard. Hell, the man hadn’t even realized he was speaking. “Assholes like Amos, they happen every day. I can’t protect you from that. But Brandt and I hurting you…that won’t happen, Mike.”

Mike stepped back, his eyes wide. “Did I-” He clamped his lips shut, white lines bracketing his mouth. His breath hissed out. “I didn’t mean-”

“You meant it, kid.” Brandt leaned forward, his gaze fierce…and hurt. “And it’s about time you spit it out.”

Mike’s nose wrinkled as he opened his mouth but Kaden cut him off. “You can’t let that shit fester. You have to tell us.”

Brandt nodded as he stood. “Kaden and I made choices when we were younger. Ones that let us follow our dreams. He went to vet school. I went on the circuit.”

“It was damn difficult, kitten, but we stuck by what we decided. As long as we were reaching for brass rings, there was no us.” Kaden hoped the man wouldn’t bolt like a scared rabbit. “But we’ve been apart so long, we can’t bend like we used to.”

“When I realized what you meant to Kaden, it took a while to get my head around it. We had to fight it out.” Brandt held Mike’s gaze. “But it was never about leaving. Me or you.”

Kaden’s heart pounded as he realized Mike’s eyes were liquid with tears. Oh God, let him understand.

<<TBC>>

Hope y’all have a great Monday and make sure you head over to the other Orgy blogs and see what they’ve done with this awesome prompt…

Lee Brazil – http://leebrazilauthor.blogspot.com/

Havan Fellows – http://havanshawthaven.blogspot.com/

Hank Edwards – http://hankedwardsbooks.com/hankerings./

JR Boyd – http://jr-boyd.blogspot.com/

Jade Baiser - http://jade-wetdreams.blogspot.com/

~Em

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