Novel Spotlight: Demon King’s Desire by J.L. Sheppard


J.L. Sheppard offers a steamy peek at Demon King’s Desire, her latest paranormal romance. Enough to make your lips quiver with a king’s desire…




Excerpt:     First Kiss

    Ecstatic, Lucas materialized a block away from Jenna’s apartment, instantly sensing her. He reached out, picking up on her presence, and read her, allowing himself to feel what she did. As her emotions surrounded him, he was surprised to find her angry. As he walked down the block, she came into view. Her small back faced him. She wasn’t alone; she was talking to a male, a mere mortal. He realized it wasn’t the same man who had been with her at the bar and jealousy flooded his veins.
    He shouldn’t be surprised. She was a young, gorgeous, kind woman; she would attract loads of men. He could feel her anger, so maybe he shouldn’t be so worried about this one, but still his jealousy was fueled by the desire he’d felt for centuries in his dreams.
    He held his breath while listening to Jenna’s words and the man’s.
    “You need to believe me. We belong together,” the male said, seemingly unaffected by her anger.
    “It’s over,” she nearly shouted. “You cheated. You are just like the rest of them. I could never forgive you.”
    She turned to walk up the steps to her apartment, when the man roughly grabbed her by her arm forcing her to turn back towards him.
    Lucas sprang into action. He moved so quickly the male had no idea where he’d come from. He grabbed the man by his neck, lifting him a foot off of the ground. Lucas had every intention of killing the bastard for laying a hand on his woman. The man let go of Jenna and reached for Lucas’ hand, attempting to loosen Lucas’ grip, but he couldn’t.
    “Don’t you ever touch her,” Lucas growled.
    Jenna’s eyes widened. “Lucas? Let him go,” she said. “This isn’t necessary.”
    Lucas forced himself to release his hold on the mortal. The man slumped to the ground and looked up at Lucas.
    “Who the hell are you?” he said between coughs, as he rubbed his neck. “Let me guess,” he focused on Jenna. “Your new boyfriend?”
    Lucas’ anger rose, his face plagued with a look of sheer menacing hatred. Jenna lightly put her hand on his chest, and he felt the warmth of her touch radiating through him, soothing him.
    “Who he is, is none of your business. Just as I am none of your business,” she retorted. “Leave.”
    Lucas stared at the mortal until he was a block away then turned to face Jenna. She was already glaring in his direction and didn’t appear as happy to see him as he was to see her.
    “What are you doing here? I can take care of myself,” she said, frustrated. “I don’t need you or Clyde or anyone else to take care of me.”
    Lucas was taken aback. How could she think that she could protect herself from danger? The mortal was just a mortal, but he was stronger than she was. “You expected me to stand there and let him manhandle you?” he said, raising his voice.
    “Why not? I wouldn’t be the first or the last woman to be.”
    Lucas stepped toward her, a mere inch from her face. “I couldn’t stand there and let him. I couldn’t have stopped myself even if I had tried. My hands were wrapped around his neck before I realized what I was doing.”
    Her expression softened. “I’m sorry. I truly am. I was frustrated with Fabian, not you—”
    He couldn’t resist; he leaned closer and took her mouth in a sensual kiss before she’d finished her last word. Her full lips were soft, and she opened her mouth to receive him. She tasted sweet and smelled of vanilla. He felt his heart shudder. It was better than in his dreams. It was real; she was here, and he’d never felt as empowered as he did now. As he wrapped his arms around her to deepen the kiss, she placed her hands on his chest. Her warmth permeated through his shirt and he felt it on his skin.
    It was hard to stop kissing her, especially now that he knew what he’d been missing, but he didn’t want her to think he’d come here to seduce her.
    “I guess it’s my turn to apologize,” he said. “I didn’t mean to do that…actually I did mean to. I just couldn’t help myself.”

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BIO:

J.L. Sheppard was born and raised in Miami, Florida where she still lives with her husband. 

As a child, her greatest aspiration was to become a writer. She read often, kept a journal and wrote countless poems. She attended Florida International University and graduated in 2008 with a Bachelors in Communications. During her senior year, she interned at NBC Miami, WTVJ. Following the internship, she was hired and worked in the News Department for three years.

It wasn’t until 2011 that she set her heart and mind into writing her first completed novel, Demon King’s Desire, which was published in January of 2013.

Besides reading and writing, she enjoys traveling and spending quality time with family and friends.


Barbara Bradley – Hesitant Desire – Author Interview

1.      Barbara Bradley, author of Hesitant Desire, is the subject of my scrutiny today. Check out what makes this writer tick and find out a little bit about her writing. Without further ado…

Barbara Donlon Bradley
author of
Hesitant Desire


      What does an average day for you consist of?  What is your writing schedule like?
Well I work part time as a merchandiser so I have several days a week where I’m out of the house. I also the care giver for my mother-in-law (hubby works full time so I’m the one who takes her to the doctor, makes sure she’s taking her pills etc) and there’s a lot to deal with everyday so if I can write, promote, edit (I edit for Melange Books) during the day I do but my writing time is from 8 pm until I go to bed every night. I have my laptop open and on my lap and work on my stories while the family is watching TV. Some people can’t write with the noise but I tune it right out.
2.      Do you have a current work in progress?  Can you tell us about it?
I’m continuing my work on my Vespian Way series. It started as one book and I’m now working on book seven and eight. In book seven I’m introducing a new villain named Reasta. She wants to build a race of warriors from my heroine of the series, Heather. She has tried to manipulate the timeline to achieve this. Even tried to kill off Storm, my hero, to get what she wanted.
In Book eight the battle against Reasta continues and Heather and Storm disguise themselves to be part of Vespian security. The goal of this book is to try to free the ruling council from Reasta’s grasp. If they can free them then the next book will be them trying to free the ancients trapped on the ship.
 Who is your favorite author, and why?  What is your favorite book of all time?

I have two – Joanna Lindsey and Kathleen Woodiwiss. I think Shanna is my all time favorite. It’s what got me into romance.
1.      Do you incorporate animals in your stories?  Which ones?
I have in this series I’m working on. One of my characters has a tabby named Pumpkin that has helped with several plots in the books she’s in. And my hero Storm is a shapeshifter. He turns into a wolf. That started in book three’s Animal Desire and has showed up in the books after Animal Desire.
       What can we expect next from you?

I’m working hard on the Vespian Way series. Forgotten Desire, book six of the series is due out on Sept 24th  and I’m working hard on the next two books in the series.



Author Bio:

Writing for Barbara Donlon Bradley  started innocently enough, like most she kept diaries, journals, and wrote an occasional letter but she also had a vivid imagination and wrote scenes and short stories adding characters to her favorite shows and comic books. As time went on she found the passion for writing to be a strong drive for her. Humor is also very strong in her life. No matter how hard she tries to write something deep and dark, it will never happen. That humor bleeds into her writing. Since she can’t beat it she has learned to use it to her advantage. Now she lives in Tidewater Virginia with two cats, one mother in law – she’s 86 now, her husband and teenage son.


Shannyn Schroeder – A Good Time – Novel Spotlight

Independent authors do a ton of work promoting their works. Today, I’m happy to promote a fellow writer and introduce my readers (And we all know there are a small army of you, aren’t there?) to someone they may not have heard of before now.
So, without further ado…
Shannyn Schroeder’s
A GOOD TIME
He’s got game, but can she play for keeps?
A passionate free spirit and a sweet-talking playboy sound like a match made in heaven—until life gets in the way of all the fun and games…


Indy Adams values her freedom above all else. She works hard to support herself, moonlighting as a waitress while she fights for her first big sale in the Chicago real estate market. The last thing she needs is to be tied down, so she doesn’t think twice about declining her philandering boyfriend’s marriage proposal. Besides, she just landed a new client, a wealthy lothario—exactly the kind of guy who would understand her no-strings approach…



Handsome, rich, and charitable, most women jump at the chance to even talk to video game developer Griffin Walker, let alone date him. So he can’t understand why Indy wants nothing more than a few steamy nights together. Despite his romantic track record, Griffin longs for real love—complete with a home and family—and he wants it with Indy. But a blessing in disguise may lead them both to a life they never expected, and give Griffin a chance to show Indy that it’s okay to want more than a good time…

  

Forty minutes later, racing to get to her appointment, Indy felt a little panicked.

“I hope the man who invented pantyhose died a slow and painful death,” she cursed. It must’ve been a man, she thought as sweat snaked down her back and nylon suffocated her thighs. The damn air-conditioning on the car stopped working, and she hadn’t planned to fix it yet since fall had supposedly arrived. Unfortunately, the Chicago weather didn’t agree.

The remnants of her hangover made her regret the decision.

She whipped into the circle drive of the first mansion and saw Griffin’s silver Jaguar already parked. Double damn. She parked behind him and got out. Her ten-year-old Taurus sagged sadly behind the Jaguar.

I am so out of my league.

She tugged at the collar of her blouse. Her skirt skimmed the backs of her knees, reminding her of church clothes. At least she was ready if the heat really did kill her.

Griffin still sat in his car. The Winnetka house stood in front of her with a gorgeous wide, pillared front porch. Selling a house in the wealthy Chicago suburb would be her first.

Looking back at the Jag, she couldn’t quite reconcile the image of Griffin hanging out, drinking beer at his friend’s bar with the millionaire video-game developer. Indy threw back her shoulders and faked confidence as best she knew how.

She paused en route to his car. The door swung open and Griffin unfolded himself from behind the steering wheel. He wasn’t just good-looking; he was drool-worthy.

His perfectly styled dark hair slicked back from his face. His jaw was surprisingly smooth. He usually sported a dark five-o’clock shadow, and she’d figured it had been intentional.

He spoke into his Bluetooth headset for another moment, acknowledging her with a slight wave of his hand. His finely tailored suit revealed a fit body: broad shoulders and trim waist. He shed his suit coat and rolled his sleeves in concession to the heat, which should’ve made him look relaxed, but his face was solemn. She preferred him in jeans and a worn T-shirt, drinking a beer at O’Leary’s.

Ending the call, he tossed the Bluetooth in the car before closing the door. Indy approached with her hand extended. “Mr. Walker, nice to see you again. I’m sorry I’m late.”

He grasped her hand and tugged playfully. “Call me Griffin. I’m not looking for a dog and pony show, Indy.”

She liked the way her name rolled off his tongue. “I’m simply greeting you the same way I’d greet any client.”

He removed his sunglasses and made no attempt to hide his appraisal of her. She’d been scrutinized by worse. His expression held a hint of laughter. After raking his gaze over her, top to bottom, he smiled. Small lines fanned from eyes nearly as dark as his hair. The act removed the stiff businessman, and he became a drinking buddy. “I’m not any client. We’ve known each other for months. We’re friends.”

Her tense muscles relaxed a fraction. Their previous encounters had paved the way for a friendly acquaintance. He followed her to the house. Even in her two-and-a half-inch heels, she had to look up to meet his eyes.

As she opened the door, chilly air brushed over her heated skin and caused a shiver. “Would you like a tour, or just want to wander?”

After she asked, she looked at the décor and cringed. The owners hadn’t wanted photos of the interior posted online. Now she knew why. Everything was white.

Griffin’s phone rang. He checked the screen and ignored it.

“You can take that if you need to,” she offered. “I can wait.” She wanted to have a few minutes to cool her body.

He stood in the middle of the foyer and turned in a slow circle. “No, I’ve seen enough. Where to next?”

Indy’s stomach flipped. “You don’t want to see other rooms?” she asked carefully.

His eyes locked on hers. “No.”

“I realize the color scheme . . . or lack of one might be a turn-off, but that’s paint and carpet.”

“What else do you have?”

She fumbled with the clasp on her portfolio and pulled two listings from the pocket. “Here are the other two I told you about. We can go to whichever you like next.”

“Let’s try this one.” He tapped the top page.

“Okay. Follow me.” She exited the house. Excitement and optimism seeped from her pores like sweat. She’d hoped for a quick sale.

The next two showings went the same. Griffin walked in, looked briefly, and left. In the driveway of the third house, she said, “Maybe if you tell me a little more about what you do want, I won’t waste your time looking at houses that don’t work.”

His broad, charming smile creased at the sides of his mouth and showed the hint of dimples. “You showed me exactly what I asked for. I’ll know it when I see it.”

“Okay. I’ll keep you posted if I find other listings that might suit you.” Disappointment gripped her.

“How about dinner?”

“Excuse me?”

“Can I take you out to dinner?”

She pulled her lips into a firm businesslike smile. So much for friendly acquaintance. “I’m involved with someone, and I don’t date clients.”

So what if Richard had started out as a client. He’d bought before their first date.

He stepped closer, picked up her left hand, and looked pointedly at her ring finger. “We already covered that I’m more than a client; we’re friends.”

“We might be friends if you’d stop flirting with me.”

“Flirting is something we both excel at. Besides, how serious could your involvement with your married boyfriend be?”

Quinn and her big mouth. She’d definitely have a talk with her little sister. She bit her tongue for a second and thought of Richard. “There’s enough seriousness in life without me adding to it.”

As soon as the words left her mouth, she feared she’d given him ample ammunition.

She tugged her hand from his grasp and twitched at his thumb’s caress across her knuckles. Little jolts of pleasure shimmied up her arm. Damn, she hated the effect of charming men. No matter how hard she tried, she wasn’t immune. He released her hand and moved to his car without another word. His phone rang as he drove off with his engine purring.

Kind of like her nerves.

Griffin had all the markings of a rich playboy. He was charming and arrogant, and women swooned at the sight of him. But she wanted only one thing from Griffin Walker: a big, fat commission.

A block from the last house, she pulled over. The itchy pantyhose drove her crazy. She opened the door and looked up and down the street. Not a soul in sight. Reaching under her skirt, she tugged the nylon from her body. Once she dragged it to her thighs, she sat on the edge of the driver’s seat and rolled the pantyhose down. A slight breeze kissed her skin and she sighed.

Just as she pulled them off and stood barefoot on the street, a revved engine caught her attention. The silver Jaguar pulled up beside her. Could the day get any worse?

“Everything okay?” Griffin asked through the open window.

“Yeah.” She balled the nylons into her fist and stifled a laugh. She didn’t care enough to be embarrassed, but she scrambled for an excuse.

“What are you doing?”

“Nothing. I pulled over to take a call.”

“With no phone?” His gaze raked down her body again and stopped at her bare feet. “And no shoes?”

She sighed and held out her pantyhose. “You caught me. I couldn’t wait to get out of my pantyhose. The heat was strangling me.”

His laugh echoed on the empty street and relief washed over her. Her own smile followed. If Richard had caught her stripping off her pantyhose on the street, he’d be mortified.

“Next time, leave them at home. Your legs are sexier without them.”

“Flirting will get you nowhere,” she said and leaned against the door. Even to her own ears, her remark sounded hollow. The air-conditioning tickled her arms and she repressed a shiver.

One eyebrow rose above his sunglasses. “When something interests me, I go after it.”

“Even if it’s unattainable?”

“Nothing is unattainable.”

She straightened. “We’ll see.”

He slid his glasses to the top of his head. Dark brown eyes bore into her and no longer held amusement. “Be warned. I always get my way.”

He pulled away. She wanted to be pissed, tried to feel indignant and angry, but failed. She would do whatever was necessary to make Griffin Walker happy.

Author Bio:

Shannyn Schroeder is a former English teacher, who now works as a part-time editor while raising her three kids.

Even though she wrote from high school through college (mostly poetry), she’d never considered a career as an author. Writing fell by the wayside as she focused her energy on creating lesson plans and new and fabulous ways to torment her teen students. One group in particular dubbed her “The Torture Master,” a title she carried into motherhood.

After the birth of baby number two, Shannyn resigned from teaching and fell in love with reading romance novels. She read so many books so quickly that her husband teased, “If you’re going to read so many damn books, why don’t you just write one?”

         So she did.

That first book is safely buried on her hard drive, but the process set Shannyn on the path to professional author. She came to reading romance later than many, but lives for the happy ending because real life can be depressing. She writes contemporary romance because she enjoys the adventure of new love.

In her spare time, she loves to bake cookies and watches far too much TV, especially cop shows. She is recovering from her Diet Coke addiction, fears putting her foot in her mouth on social media, and has a renewed appreciation for the bad girls of the world.

Shannyn Schroeder has also released one other book entitled More than This (O’Leary’s #1) and can be found by clicking on the title’s name. 

Contact Shannyn about her work via her Website, Twitter, Facebook, Goodreads, or Pinterest.

RELEASE! – Quixotic: Not Everyday Love Stories

A few know that I am between the sheets once more with publisher Insomnious Press.
Quixotic: Not Everyday Love Stories is a new, transgressive fiction anthology consisting of some of the best writers. Don’t be a square, pick up your very own copy here.

Also coming from Insomnious Press. J. Travis Grundon’s Mr. Bad Example. I haven’t read this one yet, minus a few snippets here and there to wet my…er, appetite, but I’ve heard so many great things I’m salivating for it. Pick yours up here.

On another note, but no less important, author Molly Daniels has a new release through Sweet Cravings Publishing entitled Love Weighs In (Arbor U Book #7). This series (beginning with Love on the Rocks Book #1) is a walk through the life of ordinary college students dealing with real life and adult issues.
Teaser Alert!! Very soon I’ll have some more great news regarding my future releases. But, for now, mums the word. Keep checking back to find out more.

Draven St. James – Grey’s Hidden Fire – Author Interview


    I read. I read a lot. I read to the point of distraction. Most of you are aware of my intensive reading schedule. In my quest to seek out new reading material, I adore opening my blog to other authors, learning more about them, and learning more (in turn) about their work. Today is no exception. So, without further ado…
Introducing
Draven St. James
Author of Grey’s Hidden Fire
 Please describe Grey’s Hidden Fire in 25 words or less.
A book about two strong handsome firefighters who find lust, love and acceptance in each another.
  What inspires you to your stories?
  I find my inspiration in the everyday moments that most people might miss.  Despite the massive amount of coffee I consume, I  am able to sit quietly in awe of the everyday and attempt to  adapt the small mundane  moments I see into something  that will light the fire of my readers’ imaginations.
 Do you have a special place you write?
 I don’t have a specific place that I write in. I  do have a specific time though. My writing tends to take place after dark. Life is so hectic that it consumes the daylight hours. Thus, I find myself writing with the  night sky as a companion.
Do you have a playlist while writing, anything special you do while you write?

There is no special playlist, per se.  I do have Pandora stations that I listen to based on what emotion the scene is attempting to evoke. 
 

What do you do when you get writers block?
When I get writers block on one book, I switch to work on another. It helps to have multiple characters to play with.  When one set of players gets tired all I have to do is open a different file and I’m in a new world of possibilities.
 How long does it take you to write a story?
The first draft of Grey’s Hidden Fire took me about three weeks to work out before submission. It was a story that just flowed out of me.  They don’t all always come together that quickly. Plus, a first draft is a long way off from a final one.
 How many books have you written? Are they part of a series?
 So far, Grey’s Hidden Fire is my only published book but there are going to be more with those characters. Hopefully a Christmas novella with Grey and Mica *crossing fingers*.
What other project are you working on?
I just signed a contract through Loose ID for a new book, Capturing Jace.,  which is a shifter novel.  I hope to also make that into a series. All in all, I have about ten books in various stages of completion waiting on my computer.
 If your book(s) were made into a TV Series, what actors would you choose to play your characters?
 I’d have to say that Mica would be played by David Boreanaz and Grey would be played by Gerald Butler.
 What is your favorite paranormal movie?
  My favorite paranormal movie is Dracula.  I can’t tell you how many times I’ve seen that movie.
 Who are your favorite authors?
  Oh no, that is like asking me to point out which star I like the best. I honestly don’t have a true favorite. I love a host of them and they range across many a genre.  I know that is an easy answer, but it is the truth of the matter.
Do you read the genre’s you write?
                I do read m/m  contemporary erotica.  However, I also read many other sub-genres in that realm. 
What are your next 5 books on your too be read pile?

Oh I have books by Stormy Glenn,  Lynn Hagen, Charlie Richards, Joyee Flynn and Stephani Hecht on tap for my  future reading pleasure.
 

If you could date one of your characters, who would it be? Why?

Well, if I had the right bits and pieces to appeal to Grey I would date him. He just exudes kindness and warmth.  It doesn’t hurt that he is hell-a hot!  😉 
 

What has one of your fans said that has made your day?
I had a fan tell me that I opened their eyes to a whole new world.  They had never read LGBT fiction and were very surprised at how much they had enjoyed it.
Do you have any advice for aspiring authors?
My advice is to not be afraid to write what you are passionate about, get to know the writing community and be brave enough to share your work!  
   
Quickies:
     Vampire or Werewolf
Oh, definitely werewolf.
     Beach or Mountains
 The beach, especially in the Northwest.
      Coffee or Tea
Coffee….coffee….and oh yeah….coffee.
     Wake early or sleep in
Wake early.
Blurb:
           

Grey’s entire life is wrapped around his job as a firefighter. It is all he has ever wanted. That is until his new coworker Mica Cruz saunters through the door with his smoldering dark looks and dimpled grin. Suddenly he finds himself wanting to get to know what Mica looks like out of his gear and between the sheets.

Mica has one rule…keep his work life and his personal life separate. It was easy enough to follow until he meets Grey and finds that his rule can’t stand up to the fire that Grey ignites. There’s one big thing standing in the way of all of his lust filled musings. Grey is straight.

In a profession where being gay is often kept quiet Grey must come to terms with his growing attraction to Mica. How much is he willing to sacrifice? Can they come together before someone’s hatred threatens to destroy them both?
Excerpt:
     Mica walked into the dark room that contained two bunk beds. Grey’s huddled form made a silhouette against the darkness on one of the lower bunks, and Mica stretched out on the other. Grey’s shifting sent the sounds of a creaky mattress across the small space.

     “Are you gay?” Grey’s words shattered the silence with their quiet intensity.

     Mica felt like all the air had been sucked from the room. No one had ever out-and-out asked him if he was gay. He was fairly certain it was because he didn’t look like the stereotypical gay man. He also didn’t act like what his coworkers had always described as a gay man. He wasn’t effeminate. They were never cruel, but there was a level of mocking when they spoke about the topic. The reaction to the answer to this one question could screw his whole world up, but he didn’t feel like he could lie to Grey.

     “Yes,” he responded in a low voice. He held his breath and waited for some kind of verbal or physical explosive response. There was nothing, just the soft sound of Grey’s breath.

     “Was I any good?” Grey asked.

     Mica sat up and stared into the darkness, his mouth hanging open. “What?” he asked in a loud whisper.

     “In your fantasy, I must have been pretty good, right?” There was humor in the other man’s voice. Humor, but not ridicule.

     “Yeah, you were pretty good,” Mica conceded. He lay back on his bed and laughed softly. “You were really good.”

     “Is that what you are? Dominant?”

     “What do you mean?”

     “I…” Grey hesitated. “Are you a top?”

     Mica snickered and smiled broadly at Grey for having the courage to ask that kind of question. “Yes and no.”

     Grey chuckled. “How does that work?”

     “I wouldn’t mind bottoming for the right guy,” Mica confessed. He had never said that to anyone. He had actually never bottomed, but if given a chance with Grey…he’d be tempted.

     “Oh…” Grey murmured.

     Mica glared hard into the darkness. He wished he could look into Grey’s eyes, see what was in Grey’s mind. It was damn difficult to judge what a man was thinking simply by the tone of his voice. Grey didn’t seem to have much of a problem with Mica’s being gay. If anything, he sounded intrigued.

     “I take it you’re straight?” Mica asked.

     The weight of the silence was heavy. Had Grey gone to sleep that quickly? Mica wanted to get up and turn on the light, but he didn’t think Grey would appreciate it. It would feel too much like a spotlight during an interrogation.

     “Yes,” Grey admitted. Although the brief moment of hesitation was curious.

     “Thank you, then, for not freaking out about earlier,” Mica said into the void. His face heated at the words. He wanted to add to that, but he didn’t know what to say. Apologizing for using someone to get off was a new thing to him. In his early days of coming out he’d had his one-night stands with no apology. Somehow this entire situation held a higher level of intimacy. Maybe it was the sharing of secret thoughts in the dark.

     Grey shuffled. “Mica?”

     “Yeah?”

     “What was I doing?”

     Mica’s eyes widened. He couldn’t have heard that right, or he’d processed it incorrectly. “Huh?”

     “I mean, what was your… What was the whole fantasy?”

     Mica had to sit up to hear the whispered words. “In the shower?”

     “Yeah.” Grey sighed. “I mean, I know I was…I mean…in the end…sucking…”

     Mica could practically feel the heat of the other man blushing across the room.

     “Are you seriously asking for the setting of my jack-off session?” Mica chuckled.

     “Well, when you say it like that…” Grey’s voice filled with discomfort. “I guess it was an odd question. Never mind.”

     Grey sounded mortified. Mica didn’t know what drove Grey to ask the question, but Mica wanted to share the fantasy with him. After all, Grey had asked. No one could fault him for handing over information that had been requested.

     Mica lay back and closed his eyes. “You came into the locker room as I was taking off my T-shirt. You wanted to know if I needed any help cleaning up, or if I had any pain from the fire.”

     He paused to see if Grey would stop him. If Grey had changed his mind about wanting to know Mica’s hot fantasy. A fantasy where Grey was the star. He heard nothing but Grey’s breathing. “Are you with me?”

     “Yes.”

     If Mica hadn’t been listening so closely, he wouldn’t have heard the response.

     “Okay, so I told you my shoulder was really hurting from when I pushed against the door frame to make it outside. You came up behind me and ran your fingers over my shoulders, massaging. I could detect the faintest touch on my neck, where it felt like you’d kissed me. My cock twitched, and I barely managed to keep from groaning. You felt my body tense, so you pulled away and turned me around. You asked if I was okay, if I needed any other help.” His voice became hoarse with arousal.

     “That’s when you looked down and saw my cock, rock hard against my briefs. You reached down to lightly stroke it through the fabric and asked if I required help taking care of any other special needs.”

     Grey chuckled softly and said, “Sounds like a line from a porn video.”

     “Well, it is a fantasy. Give me a break.” Mica laughed. “Anyway, of course I was shocked by your offer, but so fucking hard because your hand was stroking my dick that I nodded. You pushed my briefs down and wrapped your fingers around my cock. Your hand felt amazing. It was so warm and rough. I rocked my hips into it.” His cock leaked. The arousal was ten times what it had been in the shower. Describing the fantasy for Grey was hotter than he could have imagined.

     “And?” Grey asked, his voice ragged.

     Mica propped himself up on his elbow. Was it his imagination, or did Grey sound turned on?

     “Then you swiped your finger over the head of my dick, getting a drop of precum. You brought it to your lips and sucked it off. You told me it tasted sweet and salty and that you wanted more.”

     Grey’s breath came faster from across the room. Holy shit. Just the thought of Grey getting hot from the fantasy was enough to make Mica’s cock throb.

     “Then what?” Grey whispered.

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Summer Fun is a Writer’s Bane

Summer. We’ve all looked forward to those beautiful, warm months without school, without responsibility, and chocked full of events, barbeques, and family gatherings since we were wee-high to a grasshopper. I have no friggin’ clue what that phrase actually means except I hear my family members use it a lot. And that’s all true. With the exception that, as adults, we continue to have responsibilities during the summer months, we look forward to the excitement of this season as much now as we did as kids. It means much of the same to us now and it did then – fun.

But all that extra activity, all that extra fun, can interfere with our writing. Big time! While planning extra activities filled with grills and family members, those long, lonely hours we spend behind our computer monitors or typewriters or notebooks is dipped into. The fun and happiness we experience from those get-togethers begins to draw from the satisfaction or straight up mania we feel in sitting down to write a new story or finish an old one. I don’t think it’s really necessary to mention how a vacation can take us away from our job of writing, just like it takes us away from any other job we might have.

Managing to continue writing productively during the summer season is often one of the hardest parts
about being a writer. It’s inherent in human nature to want to kick up our heels, have fun, and party instead of work. And writing, whether or not many people who don’t do it believe it, is work.

Balancing our writing life with, well, life is really hard. Especially when the last thing we want to be is cooped up indoors when the sun is shining and the people are people-ing…? Well, you get the drift. During these beautiful months of fun and sun, we have to remain ever vigilant and keep our fingers on the keys and our butts in our work chairs… At least most of the time.

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