10/17/2015

Wrapping Up, Teasing, and Coffee #pridepromotions #writestuff #caffeinateme



Good afternoon friends and readers. After a cold night, and an unproductive morning, it's time to batten down the hatches and get things going. In case you missed it, this past week was Superhero Tour week for me and my writing buddy Havan Fellows. There's a link on the sidebar for the rafflecopter giveaway- two chances to win $10 ARe gift cards! That has a few days left. Below are links to some of the tour posts. We had such a blast writing these, I hope you can take a few minutes to check them out and join in the fun.

Sarah Madison teased our appetites with extra sharp cheddar, sea salt and olive oil crackers and a fantastic excerpt when we crawled in bed together on Thursday. 

This week I featured a book from one of my all-time favorites, Sean Michael. Jack ofAll Trades is Sean's latest release in the Hammer series.


Blog Tour Wrap Up
Monday
Over at Michael Mandrake's blog Havan and I positivity.
Then we dashed over to Jessie G Books – where character names were the topic of the day.

Tuesday
We visited at Love Bytes Reviews to discuss what super power we'd like to have.

Wednesday
Then we wandered over to talk about a subject dear to my hear at Unquietly Me (Food!)
Over on Wicked Faerie’s Tales & Reviews – they were asking about tombstones. Not pizza. That's what we thought at first, too but we were wrong.
And MM Good Book Reviews – posted a great 4 star review by Cat.
Our secret talents were exposed to public scrutiny on Happily Ever Chapter

All Romance
Thursday
Dean and CC rocked a character interview at Inked Rainbow Reviews
While Havan and I blogged about villains over at
Meanwhile Molly Lolly hosted another interview with Dean and CC and shared her 4 star review

Friday
At Scattered Thoughts and Rogue Words, the boys all got together and talked about things they'd never do again. Scattered Thoughts and Rogue Words 
Meanwhile, over at Bayou Book Junkie, our Heroes write letters to their younger selves. 4.5 star review of A Man of Unusual Talent.   

V's Reads posted an awesome review of A Man of Unusual Talent Read More at  

Thank you to Will at Pride Promotions and all of their wonderful bloggers for hosting us. It was a fabulous tour. 

10/15/2015

Crawl in Bed with Sarah Madison & Truth and Consequences #mmromance #pridepromotions

Crawling Into Bed With Sarah Madison
And a Good Book

Important things first, are these sheets silk or cotton?
Oh definitely cotton. Silk is too slick. But a high thread count. 200 at least. And Egyptian cotton.

What are you wearing?
I’m a big fan of teddies by Victoria’s Secret. Red is my color.

What are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight?
Extra Sharp cheddar cheese with Sea Salt and Olive Oil flatbread crackers, and a bottle of Merlot. For contrast, strawberries with melted chocolate for dipping.

If I open this nightstand drawer, what will I find?
An antique pocket watch, some playbills from the theater, a small bottle of Astroglide, a vibrator, a cock ring, and nipple clamps. Well, you asked!

Do you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during the night?
Both. Depending on if we’re sleeping alone or not.

Can I put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up?
Absolutely. I’m used to it. 

What are we reading? 
Truth and Consequences, Book 3 in the award-winning Sixth Sense series, is now available for  on Dreamspinner Press! 

Blurb: When FBI agent Jerry Lee Parker wakes from a coma after a murderous attack on his life, he has no memory of his immediate past. In the blink of an eye, he has gone from having a nearly photographic memory to recalling nothing of the last six months of his life, including his partner and lover, John Flynn. While Lee tries to reboot his past and reconnect with John, there are events at play around him he doesn’t understand. John is keeping secrets from him, secrets which could get them both killed.
Matters come to a head when Lee is hounded to turn over a mysterious artifact, of which he has no knowledge. The two men wind up in a fight for their lives as they risk everything to keep the powerful relic out of the hands of a ruthless killer. In order to protect those he loves, however, John may be forced to make a deal with the devil.

Excerpt:
Who are you and what do you want?
Well, that wasn’t a particularly friendly start.
I’ve been trying to find out some information on this weird box I ran across. I’m not sure what it is. I thought it might be a Boadicea Box.
It’s not.
I grimaced at the screen. He was probably right, but he still didn’t have to be such a dick about it. Fine. If you don’t know the answer, why didn’t you just say so? Thanks for not wasting my time.
It’s funny, but I find that people seem to trust rudeness as a declaration of honesty. I don’t know why that is. When worming information out of a reluctant source, vinegar works better than honey every time. Nothing like telling an informant he doesn’t have anything useful to tell you to make him spill his guts and prove you wrong.
You’re spelling it wrong. I didn’t say I don’t know the answer. How can I trust you?
I smiled as I typed my response. I should be asking you that question. Someone whacked me over the head and stole a strange blue and silver box from me. I just want to know why.
I could tell from the message bar that Hal was typing his reply, but it still took a while before his answer showed up on the screen, as though he paused in the middle to think about his response.
Blue and silver? With runes on the sides?
Yes. Have you heard of or seen anything like this?
No reply. After thirty seconds, I typed, The FBI interviewed me about it, and I think someone is following me.
If that didn’t appeal to the conspiracy theorist in Hal, nothing would.
Switch to Google Chat. 20 minutes. He added a gmail address that was probably one of dozens he owned. Or just created.
I glanced at my watch again. Twenty minutes would give me time to go upstairs and grab a sandwich. Maybe I was finally about to get some answers. It occurred to me, as I closed the laptop, that my “far-fetched” story, designed to snag the attention of a paranoid fruit loop, was actually pretty close to the truth.
That was an unsettling thought.




Meet the author:
Sarah Madison is a veterinarian with a big dog, an even bigger horse, too many cats, and a very patient boyfriend. She is a terrible cook, and concedes that her life would be easier if Purina made People Chow. She writes because it is cheaper than therapy.

Where to find the author:


Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: Paul Richmond

Tour Dates & Stops:
26-Oct: BFD Book Blog

Rafflecopter Prize: E-copy of 'Unspeakable Words' – Book one in the series



10/14/2015

Welcome Sean Michael and Jack of All Trades #pridepromotion #bdsm # mmromance




Author Name: Sean Michael
Jack of All Trades
Box of Nails # Four

Blurb:
Brad is crashing in his cousin Stephen's room while he tries to sort out his life. A perpetual student, he still hasn't settled on a major after a half dozen years at University. He loves learning, but so far that's the only thing that's been a good fit.

Dill is a full-time Dom who hasn't found the right sub yet. He's not worried about it -- he figures it'll eventually happen and in the meantime, there's plenty of boys at the Hammer Club who are eager to share a scene with an experienced master.

When Brad and Dill meet at a party at Barney and Devon's house for subs, the attraction is immediate and undeniable and Master Dill feels that Brad is the perfect sub for him. He also believes that as his submissive, Brad will learn the focus he needs to fulfill his potential and find satisfaction with his life. Now he just needs to help jack-of-all-trades Brad see they belong together.
Categories: BDSM, Contemporary, Erotica, Fiction, Gay Fiction, M/M Romance, Romance

Excerpt:
Chapter One
Dillinger Robinson raised his hand to knock on the door, but it flew open before he had a chance to and two adorable twinks all but fell out onto the stoop. They stopped short when they saw him, one boy gasping softly.
"Sorry, Master, we didn't see you there."
Dill chuckled and nodded. "I take it this is where the party is?" He'd been invited by his good friend Jeff, both of them members at the Hammer, though he'd known Jeff from earlier. It was nice they had that in common. Friends not in the lifestyle didn't always understand it.
The boy who'd spoken nodded. "Almost everyone's in the backyard."
"Thank you." He stepped to the side and the two of them continued their headlong rush down the stairs and to the street.
Chuckling, he went in, closing the door behind him. From there he went up the half-set of stairs, following the noise to a large room with a circle of couches and chairs that opened up into a kitchen on the right.
There were maybe a half-dozen sweet young things there, and he could see through a window that there were indeed more people out back in the yard and on a lovely, large deck.
Jeff caught sight of him from the yard, waved, and called out loudly. "Dilly! Come on out. You want a beer?"
"Jeff!" Grinning, he headed for his friend. "A beer would be great."
He skirted a couple more giggling boys at the door, and shook his head as he joined his friend. "You've got quite the zoo here."
"You know it. It's like herding horny cats."
That had him laughing and clapping Jeff on the back. "You've been very scarce lately and now I know why."
"Busy working and making love to my boy, man."
"So do I get to meet this amazing sub who captured you?"
Jeff hadn't been looking very hard, he knew that. Which meant his boy was special.
Jeff didn't hesitate for a second. "Paul, come meet Dilly."
A sweet boy came over with two beers in hand and Dill recognized him from the Hammer. He was one hell of a bartender, quick and clever and charming as hell. "Master Dilly. Welcome. Would you like a beverage?" The beer was held out.
"Thank you very much, Paul. It's really nice to meet you formally." He took the beer. "You can call me Master Dill, though." Only old friends got to call him Dilly.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Master Dill. Of course." Paul ducked his head, pinked so prettily.
"It's okay, boy, you didn't know." Dill blamed Jeff.
"Can I get anyone else anything?" Paul asked.
"I'm good with the beer -- thanks." He smiled at Jeff as Paul wandered off again. "He's a sweetheart."
"He is. Honestly, he's everything I've ever asked for."
"I'm so glad for you."
"Me too."
Honestly, he'd never seen Jeff so happy. "So tell me about this house. It's yours?"
"Oh, no. I manage it for Barney and Dev. They're the owners."
"A pair of Doms?" Dill asked, looking around.
"Barney's the Dom. He's... you see the guy holding that watermelon? That's Barn. Devvie's probably in the center of the guys."
"Why is he holding a watermelon?" Dill asked. A Dom and a sub owning a house full of subs. That was interesting.
"I think it's a contest, but really, who knows?"
"A contest..." Dill chuckled and shook his head. "Okay... I'm guessing it's quite the madhouse around here."
"You have no idea. I have twenty-two boys right now, twenty-three if you count the castaway who everyone pretends isn't living here."
Dill felt his eyes widen. "Twenty-three? Wow." He grinned. "And what exactly is a castaway?"
Jeff rolled his eyes. "Stephen has a cousin, Brad. He's a broke perpetual student. He works wherever he can pull a shift, was sleeping on sofas. Now he has a cot and a sleeping bag in Stephen and Aaron's room. At least he's safe."
Dill nodded. "It's a good thing you're doing here. The boys need a safe place, especially if outsiders find out what they're into."
"It's a safe place. A good home for those just starting out."
"I think that's awesome." Dill did love the BDSM community here. They were good people.
His eye was caught by a willowy, lean boy with a goatee and a little ponytail. He suddenly had the urge to control the boy with that ponytail. His cock went rock hard, his entire body responding to the thought. He breathed in, keeping his calm, but unable to keep his eyes off the boy in question.
"That's my castaway," Jeff noted. "He's... he's something else."
Dill knew what he thought. "He's stunning."

Buy the book:

Meet the author:
Often referred to as "Space Cowboy" and "Gangsta of Love" while still striving for the moniker of "Maurice," Sean Michael spends his days surfing, smutting, organizing his immense gourd collection and fantasizing about one day retiring on a small secluded island peopled entirely by horseshoe crabs. While collecting vast amounts of vintage gay pulp novels and mood rings, Sean whiles away the hours between dropping the f-bomb and pursuing the kama sutra by channeling the long lost spirit of John Wayne and singing along with the soundtrack to "Chicago."
A long-time writer of complicated haiku, currently Sean is attempting to learn the advanced arts of plate spinning and soap carving sex toys.
Barring any of that? He'll stick with writing his stories, thanks, and rubbing pretty bodies together to see if they spark.

Where to find the author:

Publisher: Torquere Press
Cover Artist: Kris Norris

Tour Dates & Stops:



Rafflecopter Prize: E-copy of 'Jack of All Trades'




10/13/2015

New Release! A Man of Unusual Talent #superhero #malexmale #m/mromance

I am pleased to announce the e-book release of my Story Orgy Superhero story, A Man of Unusual Talent. This quirky m/m romance is now available at most ebook vendors. 

Barnes and Noble   Smashwords    All Romance   Amazon 

A MAN OF UNUSUAL TALENT:
Collin Crane is a man of unusual talent. Really unusual. Too weird for the Guinness Book unusual. On the fifty-year plan to a doctoral degree in physics, and a quiet quest to understand his own oddities, Collin clings to obscurity.  This superhero has learned the hard way that it's better to be safe than sorry.
Enter Mathias Giraud, football hero, local cop, and CC's secret fantasy since high school. Mat's a simple man with a hero complex fostered by comic books and Marvel movies. Saving the world is his fantasy, but since his roots are firmly planted in Morrisonville and reality, he'll settle for protecting and serving. Until he clashes with CC at the local convenience store and is reminded of his own high school crush.
When marshmallows are involved, the course of true love is bound to get sticky.

FLYBOY'S FIRST MISADVENTURE:
Secrets? Oh yeah, Dean Wades has a doozy. When he goes up, he doesn’t necessarily come back down. Okay, that’s not true. Dean’s a master at falling, it’s the landing that could use improvement—a lot of improvement. After thirteen years of attempting to conquer this gravity defying mystery, he can no longer live with not knowing what he is anymore. So he heads cross-country to see the two people who just might be able to give him the answers he seeks…his folks.
Easygoing Gavin Trevor is always willing to help his family, even when they have ulterior motives…like forcing him to make up with his annoying older brother. When a simple task at his parent’s house puts him in a position of danger, he’ll need a lot more than luck to avoid a serious injury—he’ll need his very own superhero.
And the fates collide, well sort of. It may not be love at first sight—Gavin was unconscious in Dean’s arms for their initial introduction…but perhaps these two men can make it a relationship at first flight?
A threat against Gavin’s family throws a wrench in their plans, and while Dean gladly offers his amateur talent to help the mission, Gavin doesn’t want to put his rescuer’s life in jeopardy by risking exposure of the greatest secret ever.
This proves to be a rescue adventure for the books. Or is that a rescue misadventure?


Excerpts:
A Man of Unusual Talent:
Mathias squirmed on the seat. Had to piss. He cast a glance at his partner. Dillon was such a hard-nose. “Hey…how about you pull into that gas station over there? I got to take a leak.”
Dillon’s lip curled, but he swung the patrol car into the convenience store parking lot. “I told you not to get the grande coffee at Mabel’s. Good thing it’s dead tonight.”
“Want anything while I’m in there?” Mat paused with his hand on the door latch, cocking his head at Dillon. Guy wasn’t so bad…just a walking encyclopedia of procedure and a nitpicker. He gave out more jaywalking and broken taillight tickets than any cop on the force.
“No eating in the squad car.” Dillon turned to face him, lips narrow and tight, radiating disapproval.
“You know…if you weren’t my brother…” Mat shoved the door open with unnecessary force. The captain was punishing him…all because he’d missed last Sunday’s dinner with the family. Well, Pop should learn to separate work from personal. Riding with Dillon for a week was going to be torture. If Pop…Captain Giraud, head of Morrisonville’s twenty-five man police force…made good on his threat to force his grandsons to ride together for a month they’d be lucky if the both of them survived.
Shaking his head, Mat slammed the cruiser door as forcefully as he’d opened it. A poster on one of the convenience store’s huge plate glass windows boasted of sixty-four ounce sodas in refillable Hulk, Hawkeye, Iron Man, Black Widow, and Thor cups. Mm. I need to go see that new movie. “I’m getting a soda,” he called over his shoulder to Dillon as he opened the door. “Can I get the restroom key?”
His gaze automatically surveyed the interior, noting it was deserted except for the cashier…a cute little guy named CC he vaguely remembered from high school…and two hoodie-wearing teens. “Everything okay tonight, CC?” he asked. Not that he expected a negative answer; it was just that Collin Crane looked a little freaked. The two kids weren't any bigger than Collin and weren’t familiar to Mat, so he figured they weren’t troublemakers. Generally he’d had dealings with most of the town’s rowdy teens.
“Yeah, fine, these two were just getting gas. Thanks for coming in, fellas.” CC stepped back, grabbed the restroom key off the hook, and tossed it to Mat.
Mat caught the keys, watching the boys leave without speaking. “Seriously, CC. Those kids giving you trouble? I can talk to them.” Something about the smaller man…regret probably, for ignoring the way the kid was bullied in high school…made him feel a little protective. It was weird, but Mat had learned a lot since he’d turned his back on bullying when he was a kid. Then he’d thought it was enough that he didn’t participate when Jake and Thorn and the others messed with the younger kids. Now…social guilt? Whatever. He was a better person at thirty than he had been at fifteen.
CC looked up, cheeks flushed a little, lower lip trembling. “No…it’s okay. They just wanted gas.”
“Okay. I’ve gotta go, but I want a Thor cup when I get back.” He nodded and walked toward the narrow hall lined with empty boxes which led to the restroom.
“You a fan of The Avengers?” CC called after him.
Mat paused and glanced back over his shoulder, letting his smile widen. “I’m a huge fan of Thor…that is one well put together man.” He was still chuckling over CC’s strangled response when he closed the restroom door.





FLYBOY'S FIRST MISADVENTURE
He attempted to roll the green-eyed man with the dreamy voice off him, but only succeeded in flipping them over so he was now stuck on top. What the fuck? He glanced down their bodies and noticed a cord of some kind wrapped repeatedly around their midsections and legs. No wonder his legs had stopped obeying him. A quick look up showed him numerous clothes line poles with no actual line attached to them.

Well, that was probably because it was all bound around their bodies…and tight too. In the middle of their airborne Cirque du Soleil auditions, their bodies managed to rearrange themselves so the clothesline wrapped them up in the missionary position. With them being damn near close to the same height they lined up quite perfectly with each other.

And that thought made Dean’s cock jump and want to do a few flying lessons of its own.

Dean saw the fog lift from his captive’s eyes as they narrowed with suspicion. His voice was steely this time, not whimsical and light with confusion. “What is happening?”

When all else failed, there was one surefire way to handle what appeared to be an unhandleable situation—channel his snarky best friend Tia.

So he put on a lopsided smile and shrugged as he tried to loosen their bonds somewhat. “You know how Mondays are…run out of coffee, get an extra dose of paperwork at the evil day job, end up in a neighbor’s backyard tied to a charming and well-meaning stranger…” He forced a chuckle out for good measure.

The man’s intense voice didn’t cut him any slack. “Today’s Sunday.”

Buy the book:

A Man of Unusual Talent:
Smashwords    All Romance   Amazon 

Flyboy's First Misadventure:
ARe  - SmashwordsAmazon


Superheroes on Tour
A Man of Unusual Talent and Flyboy's First Misadventure
Are touring this week with Pride Promotions.
There are tons of fun interviews, character interviews, excerpts and even a giveaway!
Click through to play with us.
Tour Schedule & Links

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Rafflecopter Prize: 2 - $10 ARe Gift Cards (One each to two winners)
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10/12/2015

In Memory of Matthew #hatekills #neverforget




"On October 7, 1998, Matthew Shepard, a 21-year-old student at the University of Wyoming, was brutally attacked and tied to a fence in a field outside of Laramie, Wyo. and left to die. On October 12, Matt succumbed to his wounds in a hospital in Fort Collins, Colorado." 

Every year this season reminds me of all those who've been lost to hate.
 Never forget. 
Hate kills.





10/11/2015

Blog Tour, Excerpt, Giveaway #pridepromotion #superheroes #malexmale



Superheroes on Tour

A Man of Unusual Talent and Flyboy's First Misadventure
Are touring this week with Pride Promotions.



There are tons of fun interviews, character interviews, excerpts and even a giveaway!
Click through to play with us.

Tour Schedule & Links


Rafflecoptor Giveaway
Rafflecopter Prize: 2 - $10 ARe Gift Cards (One each to two winners)


What's it all about?

A MAN OF UNUSUAL TALENT:

Collin Crane is a man of unusual talent. Really unusual. Too weird for the Guinness Book unusual. On the fifty-year plan to a doctoral degree in physics, and a quiet quest to understand his own oddities, Collin clings to obscurity.  This superhero has learned the hard way that it's better to be safe than sorry.
Enter Mathias Giraud, football hero, local cop, and CC's secret fantasy since high school. Mat's a simple man with a hero complex fostered by comic books and Marvel movies. Saving the world is his fantasy, but since his roots are firmly planted in Morrisonville and reality, he'll settle for protecting and serving. Until he clashes with CC at the local convenience store and is reminded of his own high school crush.
When marshmallows are involved, the course of true love is bound to get sticky.


FLYBOY'S FIRST MISADVENTURE:

Secrets? Oh yeah, Dean Wades has a doozy. When he goes up, he doesn’t necessarily come back down. Okay, that’s not true. Dean’s a master at falling, it’s the landing that could use improvement—a lot of improvement. After thirteen years of attempting to conquer this gravity defying mystery, he can no longer live with not knowing what he is anymore. So he heads cross-country to see the two people who just might be able to give him the answers he seeks…his folks.
Easygoing Gavin Trevor is always willing to help his family, even when they have ulterior motives…like forcing him to make up with his annoying older brother. When a simple task at his parent’s house puts him in a position of danger, he’ll need a lot more than luck to avoid a serious injury—he’ll need his very own superhero.
And the fates collide, well sort of. It may not be love at first sight—Gavin was unconscious in Dean’s arms for their initial introduction…but perhaps these two men can make it a relationship at first flight?
A threat against Gavin’s family throws a wrench in their plans, and while Dean gladly offers his amateur talent to help the mission, Gavin doesn’t want to put his rescuer’s life in jeopardy by risking exposure of the greatest secret ever.
This proves to be a rescue adventure for the books. Or is that a rescue misadventure?


Excerpts:

A Man of Unusual Talent:
Mathias squirmed on the seat. Had to piss. He cast a glance at his partner. Dillon was such a hard-nose. “Hey…how about you pull into that gas station over there? I got to take a leak.”
Dillon’s lip curled, but he swung the patrol car into the convenience store parking lot. “I told you not to get the grande coffee at Mabel’s. Good thing it’s dead tonight.”
“Want anything while I’m in there?” Mat paused with his hand on the door latch, cocking his head at Dillon. Guy wasn’t so bad…just a walking encyclopedia of procedure and a nitpicker. He gave out more jaywalking and broken taillight tickets than any cop on the force.
“No eating in the squad car.” Dillon turned to face him, lips narrow and tight, radiating disapproval.
“You know…if you weren’t my brother…” Mat shoved the door open with unnecessary force. The captain was punishing him…all because he’d missed last Sunday’s dinner with the family. Well, Pop should learn to separate work from personal. Riding with Dillon for a week was going to be torture. If Pop…Captain Giraud, head of Morrisonville’s twenty-five man police force…made good on his threat to force his grandsons to ride together for a month they’d be lucky if the both of them survived.
Shaking his head, Mat slammed the cruiser door as forcefully as he’d opened it. A poster on one of the convenience store’s huge plate glass windows boasted of sixty-four ounce sodas in refillable Hulk, Hawkeye, Iron Man, Black Widow, and Thor cups. Mm. I need to go see that new movie. “I’m getting a soda,” he called over his shoulder to Dillon as he opened the door. “Can I get the restroom key?”
His gaze automatically surveyed the interior, noting it was deserted except for the cashier…a cute little guy named CC he vaguely remembered from high school…and two hoodie-wearing teens. “Everything okay tonight, CC?” he asked. Not that he expected a negative answer; it was just that Collin Crane looked a little freaked. The two kids weren't any bigger than Collin and weren’t familiar to Mat, so he figured they weren’t troublemakers. Generally he’d had dealings with most of the town’s rowdy teens.
“Yeah, fine, these two were just getting gas. Thanks for coming in, fellas.” CC stepped back, grabbed the restroom key off the hook, and tossed it to Mat.
Mat caught the keys, watching the boys leave without speaking. “Seriously, CC. Those kids giving you trouble? I can talk to them.” Something about the smaller man…regret probably, for ignoring the way the kid was bullied in high school…made him feel a little protective. It was weird, but Mat had learned a lot since he’d turned his back on bullying when he was a kid. Then he’d thought it was enough that he didn’t participate when Jake and Thorn and the others messed with the younger kids. Now…social guilt? Whatever. He was a better person at thirty than he had been at fifteen.
CC looked up, cheeks flushed a little, lower lip trembling. “No…it’s okay. They just wanted gas.”
“Okay. I’ve gotta go, but I want a Thor cup when I get back.” He nodded and walked toward the narrow hall lined with empty boxes which led to the restroom.
“You a fan of The Avengers?” CC called after him.
Mat paused and glanced back over his shoulder, letting his smile widen. “I’m a huge fan of Thor…that is one well put together man.” He was still chuckling over CC’s strangled response when he closed the restroom door.


FLYBOY'S FIRST MISADVENTURE
He attempted to roll the green-eyed man with the dreamy voice off him, but only succeeded in flipping them over so he was now stuck on top. What the fuck? He glanced down their bodies and noticed a cord of some kind wrapped repeatedly around their midsections and legs. No wonder his legs had stopped obeying him. A quick look up showed him numerous clothes line poles with no actual line attached to them.

Well, that was probably because it was all bound around their bodies…and tight too. In the middle of their airborne Cirque du Soleil auditions, their bodies managed to rearrange themselves so the clothesline wrapped them up in the missionary position. With them being damn near close to the same height they lined up quite perfectly with each other.

And that thought made Dean’s cock jump and want to do a few flying lessons of its own.

Dean saw the fog lift from his captive’s eyes as they narrowed with suspicion. His voice was steely this time, not whimsical and light with confusion. “What is happening?”

When all else failed, there was one surefire way to handle what appeared to be an unhandleable situation—channel his snarky best friend Tia.

So he put on a lopsided smile and shrugged as he tried to loosen their bonds somewhat. “You know how Mondays are…run out of coffee, get an extra dose of paperwork at the evil day job, end up in a neighbor’s backyard tied to a charming and well-meaning stranger…” He forced a chuckle out for good measure.

The man’s intense voice didn’t cut him any slack. “Today’s Sunday.”

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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