NaNo Week 1: “Na-Uh-Oh!”

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Not nearly enough words were written last week. Not. Nearly. Enough. I missed NaNo’s goal by a mile. I missed *my* goal by a galaxy. I have reasons AND excuses (and no, I don’t think the two are synonymous), but the fact is, I need to prioritize better, and stop letting the whole adulting thing paralyze me. Ack.

So, MORE WORDS WILL BE WRITTEN THIS WEEK! Which should be somewhat less daunting than last week, as whilst *not* writing, I did a large amount of scene building in my head. Yay, me, lol.

So in honor of NaNo Reboot: Inspirational ManCandy!

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NaNo Day 1.5 -ManCandy

So, I had a very lofty goal, but I fell so far short of it I’m not even going to say what it was, lol. I blame it on the World Series. I was really pulling for the Mets so we’d get at least one more game, and KC could take it at home. Ah, well. Half a cup is better than none, right?

As for NaNo, I got 506 words – and, to my horror, my porny little m/m erotic story grew a PLOT, and LAYERS, and MULTI-FUCKING-FACETED CHARACTERS! What the everloving fuck???

So, here’s my current inspiration picture (and the placeholder for my novel cover) AND your ManCandy:

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And, for anyone who’d like to be a writing buddy, my NaNo name is the VERY original VJ Summers, lol.

Happy writing!

ManCandy!

I’ve been a bit absent lately, here & on Facebook. Mom gave us a scare, and the adrenaline crash kind of wrecked me. I wonder if that will ever stop – the flood of adrenaline when my phone rings & Bortz comes up on the ID.

ANYWAY… I didn’t want to skip ManCandy, & I should have a W3 this week. Also, I have a flashback 2nd Edition book coming soon! So hopefully you’ll see a bit more of me!

Now, here’s what you were waiting for, lol.

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(I’m writing shibari right now. I L♡VE the spider Web pattern on his back!)

 

 

On Sale!

My LIGHT A CANDLE, and many other wonderful RIPTIDE Books are on sale now!

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Here’s the ARe link: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-lightacandle-1806262-147.html

 

Friday Flash 500

So, here’s another sporadic feature I want to try to incorporate regularly – Flash Fiction. No, not SLASH fiction (though I suppose some of that may show up from time to time), but FLASH fiction. Basically little nuggets of writing, exactly 500 words long. It gives *you* (hopefully) something pretty to look at, and will help me (hopefully) prime the pump and work on my writer discipline (snort).

So, here’s Flash, the first:

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Steven lay with his eyes closed tight. Maybe if he refused to open them, he wouldn’t have to wake up. He wouldn’t have to remember that this moment – the warmth of Tim’s body along his side, the hum of the fan, the languid buzz of physical satisfaction – was a lie.

The truth lived in a chic condo on the other side of Ann Arbor, wearing pumps and pearls, and serving red wine to her book club, cream carpet and pale peach upholstery be damned.

The *truth* was, Steven might-may-possibly be in love with the man sleeping contentedly next to him. The truth was that he most certainly *wanted* Tim, more than he’d ever wanted anyone or anything in his life. But the truth, the final, undeniable facts were that while Tim was Steven’s truth, everything about Steven was a lie.

Moving achingly slowly, Steven edged out from under Tim’s limp arm and off the bed. Sherry’s book club would be breaking up by midnight, and she’d expect him home from “drinks with the guys” by twelve-thirty. He huffed a near silent, bitter laugh. Drinks with the guys. Right.

This… thing. This whatever-it-was he had with Tim, actually *had* started out as drinks with the guys. One of the younger, very junior associates at the firm had dared Steven and several of the more senior associates to try a local club – called Candyland, of all the stupid things – that catered to a goth, slightly edgy, younger crowd. Steven hadn’t been particularly interested in going, but he hadn’t been particularly interested in hanging out in his empty office, and Sherry had made it clear that he was not to interrupt her networking under any circumstances. So, he’d let himself be urged along to the club, volunteering to be the designated driver, though as he took in the leering mural in the entryway and the spinning disco ball, he thought drunk might be the only way to survive the place.

The music, a harsh industrial/techno/nails-on-a-chalkboard mash up, started a low grade pounding behind his eyes. It was loud. Duh. Of course it was loud. But at that moment it struck Steven as *too fucking loud.* The air was thick with cotton candy scented fog that drifted across the dance floor, thick enough that the couples, trios and singles writhing around in time to the alleged music seemed to float over it.

Paul, the junior associate who’d nagged him into coming, seemed to melt into the fog, while Logan, Steven’s peer and best friend at the law firm, forged a path toward the bar, parting the way with his sheer physical presence.

With Paul swallowed up by the crowd on the dance floor, and Logan breaking a path to the bar, Steven was free to let his eyes and mind wander.

And if his eyes and mind wandered to the pretty boys dancing a little too close and a shade too slow for the music, well there was no one to know except Steven.

So, there’s Friday Flash the First! I hope you enjoyed it!

Saturday Snark – no really, there’s snark this time!

So, I’m going with a bit of a theme this week. New Years Day, many, many moons ago, Sierra and I signed the contract for Carrie’s Answer. Cue the confetti and champagne. Here is a bit of snark from Marcus (our sexy, Domly, NOT CHRISTIAN GRAY hero) and Daniel, his best friend, as they cruise the available… entertainment at Club Velvet Ice. Daniel, a VERY bad boy, encounters a blast from the past he’d prefer to forget…

“Heeey, Daniel.” A musical male voice spoke from a few feet away. “Long time no see.”

Marcus hid his smile as a perky couple approached the booth. Daniel slid closer to Marcus.

“I’ve been busy.” He didn’t look up from his drink.

Marcus held back his laughter. It was rare to see the smooth Daniel Ellis squirm, but this preppie-swinger-wannabe couple managed it easily.
This time the petite, redheaded female half of the couple spoke. “John and I were hoping to run into you again.”
Daniel looked relaxed. Only Marcus noticed the small lines of tension around his blue eyes.

“John, Susan, I told you the last time was really the last time.” Daniel was being cold and abrupt, entirely unlike his usual suave self.
Amusing as the situation was, he supposed it was time to come to his best friend’s aid. It would serve the arrogant bastard right if Marcus got up and left his ass alone.

Sending him a wicked smile, Marcus slid his hand across the table, covering Daniel’s fingers with his own. The couple, whom Marcus had privately dubbed “Bondage Barbie and Ken”, stared at Marcus for a brief moment before flicking their gazes back to Daniel.

Daniel grabbed the gesture–and Marcus’ hand–like the lifeline they were, flipping his own hand up to wrap around Marcus’ fingers.

“Besides,” Daniel added, finally looking up at the couple. “My schedule is pretty full.”

Only Marcus saw the relief in Daniel’s sultry smile.

The couple colored, murmured their goodbyes and turned, trying to hide their embarrassment. They left the room without looking back.

Marcus laughed at Daniel’s scowl. “What’s wrong, Danny-boy? Break another couple’s hearts?”

Daniel caught the bartender’s attention and signaled for another round.

“Broke their hearts? Let me tell you about John and Susan. She’s fucking the pool boy, and so is he. Neither of them bothered to inform the other. I found out and disengaged myself from the situation.”

Marcus barked out a laugh as Daniel continued. “I don’t know who was more broken-hearted, John, Sue or the pool boy. He hit on me too, and I let it slip when I informed them that I wasn’t going to see them again. It was a nice two weeks but, damn, it’s been over three years now. I am not traveling down that road again.”

“Well.” Marcus smirked. “You’ve gotta give them points for being persistent.”

Now, your snark doesn’t need to be nearly this long… Mine usually won’t be. It just needs to be fun and obnoxious.  And, because you waded through the snark, here’s another pretty man!

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HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!!!

Five years ago tonight, at the Detroit Auto Show Charity Preview, Matthew Worthington and Daniel Ellis shared their first blow job in Daniel’s Surrender.  It was a fucking AWESOME blow job, too, if I say so myself!

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THESE are some of the pictures that were my inspiration for Daniel’s Surrender. Matty… Daniel… Matty AND Daniel…

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(That’s kinda Brady on the left, and kinda Dorian next to the last – the couples? Pure Daniel and Matty!)

Catch up with the new and improved Worthington Group series, Corporate Affairs, available right HERE at Ellora’s Cave, and on sale until the end of the month!

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