1/20/2012

Flash Fiction Friday- Voyeur


Voyeur


"Someone will hear." The bed creaked as I shifted restlessly under his touch.
"Not if you keep still." As though his deep voice wouldn't carry.
"How can I be still when you keep touching..." I broke off on a gasp.
"Like that, huh?" His hot, damp tongue trailed over my inner thigh again.
I jerked away and pointed across the room.
"She heard?" He asked, following my pointing finger. His eyes widened and he threw me my jeans. Jules stood in the doorway.
"The fuck?" I demanded. Dane told me about his nosy sister, but who was the guy?

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Excerpt



"Hey, baby." Dan's call from several feet away sent a dash of cold water in Morgan's face. He shivered.
"Hey," his weak, hollow voice surprised Morgan. Earlier, in their room, hearing Dan call him "baby" had excited him. Now, his stomach churned a bit and the bitter, strong coffee Dan preferred sat like lead. At a loss, Morgan nervously shredded the buttery croissant on the table in front of him. He'd often wondered if Dan intentionally confused him, flipping from hot to cold, sweet to acid. But even for Dan this weekend's behavior was different.
At first he'd attributed Dan's strange attitude to his long absence, worried that Dan was through with him, maybe searching for a way to let him down easily. The weekend had put those doubts to rest, but now Dan's open attitude made him nervous.
To his shock, Dan leaned over to kiss his cheek lightly in greeting before sliding into the chair opposite him. He panicked over that while Dan sipped his coffee and grimaced. Morgan shook his head, trying to make sense of the other man's lack of discretion and became aware that Dan smiled at him peculiarly.
"What?" Something itched at the back of Morgan's mind. Inconceivable as it seemed, Dan was acting, putting on a show, playing a role for Morgan. Why?
"You're white. What's wrong, baby?"
Morgan floundered for an answer. Dan knew bloody fucking well what was wrong. He was playing with Morgan, toying with him for some unknown reason, and Morgan was off balance.
Fuck. The waiter approached to refill their cups, and surely he'd heard Dan's  endearment? The young man remained expressionless as he topped up their coffee, and then silently indicated Morgan's shredded breakfast. Morgan nodded. His mouth was dry, and he doubted he could swallow anything anyway. The waiter scooped up the plate and left without speaking.
"Dan, someone will to hear you." He managed in feeble protest. Sometimes being Dan Blake's lover was awesome. When you were the sole focus of those intent green eyes, the object of his attention, it was fucking glorious. But then, Dan was also a selfish bastard and an unmitigated prick at times. Like that nasty comment the other day about Morgan running when Dan called. Truth be told, he probably did run when Dan called, but mostly because he wanted very much to see Dan.
"Do you care if they do?"
He glared at Dan, grateful for the shades that hid his emotions, the flare of anger. Dan didn't have to care. The Blakes had it all. Studio, money, acceptance in society, it was all theirs by virtue of being born Blakes. They didn't have to worry about ever working, courting the right kind of publicity and appeasing the fickle public. They didn't have to worry about hurting someone they cared about. Above all else, the Blakes stood together, united against public scrutiny. They stared down adverse publicity, weathered scandal, together. He didn't have that.






1/17/2012

LRC VOTING


Hey, everyone! Just thought I'd ask again! Here's the complete list of categories and voting links for the LRC Best of 2011.  

I"m not nominated in all categories, and I don't expect you to vote for me every time you see my name, but please vote! 

Here are the complete list of voting links for each category. Please remember your comment is your vote and one comment per category per person.

Voting ends January 24th, 2012 at Midnight EST (USA Time).
Best Paranormal/Fantasy book: http://dawnsreadingnook.blogspot.com/2012/01/best-paranormalfantasy-book-of-2011.html
















Crawl in Bed With Kharisma

Crawl in Bed With Kharisma

Crawling Into Bed With
Kharisma Rhayne
And a Good Book

Important things first, are these sheets silk or cotton?
It depends on the weather. Most of the year silk or satin (I love the slippery feel), but I have pulled out the flannel and cotton for this month and next.

What are you wearing?
Black tank top and Eeyore pajama bottoms (What? So, I like Eeyore)

What are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight?
Well, *that* kind of eating isn’t allowed in my bed—however, I generally bring in a Pepsi or a hot cup of orange and jasmine spice green hot tea.

If I open this nightstand drawer, what will I find?
Let’s see, my Kindle and, uhh, a variety of little Eden Fantasy toys.

Do you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during the night?
I have to roll up in them (and I have tons of pillows too) or my dogs steal them all. They’re great electric blankets though.

Can I put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up?
*cringes* …but, they’re cold, I hate cold L

What are we reading?  
Well, I’ve been really into Highlanders lately (*looks around* -- don’t judge – hot, long hair, tan, bulging muscles…big swords). Anyway, I just finished a series by Donna Grant and am now reading Highland Shift by Laura Harner.
From me, I’ve been hanging out with my boys Nigel and Lance. Nigel being the professional football player and my love of football…and Lance’s willingness to do anything to please Nigel – well, you see how we all get along. Right?


Excerpt:
He grabbed Lance’s arm, “Lance, come on. Let’s just try to enjoy the rest of our day.” He let his other hand slide down his back and onto his ass.
          As much as Lance tried not to respond, he knew fighting it was useless. Every time Nigel touched him his mind turned into much and his cock got hard. All he could think about was having him.
          Giving in, he pushed himself against Nigel, feeling his arousal against his own. He heard a gasp as Nigel leaned over and brushed his lips against his. Realizing it was him that made the sound he knew, without a doubt, their conversation was over.
          As Nigel felt Lance’s body relax, he knew they could enjoy the rest of their day. They could now enjoy each other.
          It felt like forever had passed since they were in each other’s arms last night. Surprisingly, the longer they were together, nothing ever got old. Everything stayed new. Nigel desired Lance as much now as he did the first day they met.
          Reaching to the back of his shirt, Nigel pulled it over his head and let it fall to the floor.
Instantly Lance latched onto a pierced nipple with his mouth. He loved Nigel’s bad boy look, the long hair, the pierced nipples and cock, the tattoos. It’s what made Nigel stand out. He had first been attracted to him when he saw the huge dragon tattoo that spanned across his back. Well, the muscles didn’t hurt anything either.
He ran his hand down Nigel’s muscular abs and heard him moan as his hand grazed the top of his cock. Urged on by the sound, Lance unfastened Nigel’s jeans, pulling them down as he dropped to his knees in front of him.

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Be Yourself

To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting. ~e.e. cummings, 1955