Story Orgy Anthology: And The Prompt Is

In honor of the release of 

And the Prompt Is: Holiday Edition

Story Orgy's first anthology 

Now available 

  

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New Contest: The Park at Sunrise-

Releasing December 2

from 

Breathless Press

The Story Orgy Anthology

featuring

The Park at Sunrise

First they were three, now there are two.  

Can Jason and Morgan make a relationship work without Paul?

For years the three of them had been inseparable, first as friends, then lovers. It's been ten years since they parted for what was supposed to be a year apart to pursue their dreams.   This isn't the reunion they planned then.  It's nine years too late for one thing, and they are one man short for another.

In the years since Paul's death, Morgan hasn't exactly been waiting for Jason to reach out to him.    He's been too busy trying to forget, to move on.  Until Jason sends the right message. Is the painting just an excuse to see his ex again?

Excerpt —

"I see you're dressed for the weather as always, Morgan." Jason's voice was husky, hesitant.

A pair of black knit gloves landing in my lap tipped me over that edge from making a snide remark to throwing an uncalled for hissy fit.

My jaw clenched tightly. Screw breathing deeply. I yanked the cap from my head, pulling long strands of black hair from the band at my neck, and winced at the tiny pain. I flung the cap to the ground in front of us and looked up the black denim clad legs to the black pea coat and beyond. My mouth opened to swear, but no sound came out. The hissy fit drained away to something else entirely. My pulse still raced, but for an entirely different reason.

How fair was that? How fucking fair was it that after ten years apart, my hair showed silvery streaks and my face showed my age, but Jason was still the slender boyish youth of years gone by? Yeah, he'd shaved the dirty blond dreadlocks. Those wire rim glasses were new, but he appeared as youthful and vibrant, untouched by life, alive as he had when we'd all parted years ago to make those sunrise dreams reality. His black jeans had the tell tale smudges of paint, and I'd be willing to bet that underneath those leather driving gloves lurked more paint.

This wasn't the reunion we planned then. It was nine years too late, for one thing. We were one man short for another.

The bench creaked as he perched next to me on the top slat, and instinctively I grabbed his knee to anchor both of us so we wouldn't topple backward. His hand covered mine before I could jerk it away and he refused to relinquish it when I tugged. I gave in with ill grace. Jason’s touch stirred physical responses I’d rather not experience.

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The Park at Sunrise: Excerpt

Just a few more weeks until the release of the Story Orgy Anthology from Breathless Press! 

Can't wait till December 2? 

Ready to read a bit more about it? 

Here's a short excerpt from my story, The Park at Sunrise

"I see you're dressed for the weather as always, Morgan." Jason's voice was husky, hesitant.

A pair of black knit gloves landing in my lap tipped me over that edge from making a snide remark to throwing an uncalled for hissy fit.

My jaw clenched tightly. Screw breathing deeply. I yanked the cap from my head, pulling long strands of black hair from the band at my neck, and winced at the tiny pain. I flung the cap to the ground in front of us and looked up the black denim clad legs to the black pea coat and beyond. My mouth opened to swear, but no sound came out. The hissy fit drained away to something else entirely. My pulse still raced, but for an entirely different reason.

How fair was that? How fucking fair was it that after ten years apart, my hair showed silvery streaks and my face showed my age, but Jason was still the slender boyish youth of years gone by? Yeah, he'd shaved the dirty blond dreadlocks. Those wire rim glasses were new, but he appeared as youthful and vibrant, untouched by life, alive as he had when we'd all parted years ago to make those sunrise dreams reality. His black jeans had the tell tale smudges of paint, and I'd be willing to bet that underneath those leather driving gloves lurked more paint.

This wasn't the reunion we planned then. It was nine years too late, for one thing. We were one man short for another.

The bench creaked as he perched next to me on the top slat, and instinctively I grabbed his knee to anchor both of us so we wouldn't topple backward. His hand covered mine before I could jerk it away and he refused to relinquish it when I tugged. I gave in with ill grace. Jason’s touch stirred physical responses I’d rather not experience.

The Park at Sunrise: Blurb

It's getting close to the release date for the Story Orgy Anthology from Breathless Press!  

My story The Park at Sunrise is featured in this anthology. 

Here's a bit more of what it's about:

Blurb

First they were three, now there are two.  

Can Jason and Morgan make a relationship work without Paul?

For years the three of them had been inseparable, first as friends, then lovers. It's been ten years since they parted for what was supposed to be a year apart to pursue their dreams.   This isn't the reunion they planned then.  It's nine years too late for one thing, and they are one man short for another.

In the years since Paul's death, Morgan hasn't exactly been waiting for Jason to reach out to him.    He's been too busy trying to forget, to move on.  Until Jason sends the right message. Is the painting just an excuse to see his ex again? 

Story Orgy Anthology from Breathless Press- Cover Art!

The new Story Orgy anthology releases from Breathless Press on December 2.

The anthology contains shorts form all your favorite Story orgy Authors, Em Woods, Havan Fellows, JR Boyd, Hank Edwards, and myself.

My contribution is The Park at Sunrise.  This is perhaps one of my favorite of all the stories I've written.

Here's the new cover!

Crawl in Bed With Hank Edwards and a Good Book

*crawls across the bed* Important things first, are these sheets silk or cotton?
Actually, they are bamboo sheets. I love them. Very soft and good for the environment.


Yes, I see... very comfortable. What are you wearing?

An XL V-neck T shirt and boxers. And you?


I'm wearing black and white plaid flannel sleep pants and a black tank, I like soft, comfortable, and warm. What are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight?
I don't usually snack in bed, but since you're a special guest I'll make an exception. Possibly Pirate Booty puffed rice and corn, or maybe the messy disaster that is Crunchy Cheetos (always crunchy, never puffed)

I'm going to have to switch on comment moderation to filter out the Pirate Booty humor now.  So, if I open this nightstand drawer, what will I find?

Depends which one you pointed to. Top one is remotes for TV and DVD player, note pads, pens, flashlight, bookmarks. The bottom one is the fun one. :)


*eyes bottom drawer*  I'll keep that in mind.  Do you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during the night?

I like to sleep like a loose fitting burrito. I'll pull the covers up tight around my shoulders, but maybe stick part of a foot out. Sort of like how those lizards with the big fins on their backs use them to cool down.

Can I put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up?

I'm usually running about 10 degrees colder than anyone else, so it probably won't do much good. And after the initial shock of your cold feet and my resulting 

scream, of course you can!

Me, too.  I"m always cold, that is.  You know what they say, or I say to the SO, is 'cold hands, warm heart'.  Applies to feet too, I think.  So, what are we reading? 

I'm reading my new book, Bounty, the first book of my Venom Valley series. It's a vampire, zombie, witch mash up set in the Old West. Perfect season for it, don't you think? Right now it's available at Amazon only but I'm working on adding it to other places as well. Here's the link to Amazon:

Here's the link to the Facebook page where I'll post any updates about new file formats and the upcoming sequel titled "Bait!" http://facebook.com/VenomValleySeries.

Bounty Excerpt:

There was a body inside the house, Josh could feel it.

He stood on the porch as the chill wind blew sand around his boots and against the wood planks of the house. The warm feeling inside him, long absent and only just recently returning, had started again. It sat low in his belly, just above his groin, a ball of heat like a stone pulled from the ashes of a smoking fire. It wasn’t too bad, not yet, but Josh knew what the sensation meant. He had only felt it twice before, and both times he had been near a dead body. 

A dead body that suddenly started to move.

Behind him, Clementine tossed her head and snorted where she stood tied to the porch railing. 

“Easy, girl,” Josh whispered. He licked his dry lips and reached for the door latch. The warmth spread, became a hot, prickling sensation that filled his chest and spread down his arms, bringing his hand to a stop. 

He swallowed the little spit left in his mouth and stared at the door latch. If Agnes were behind the door, he didn’t think he could do what had to be done, not to her. She was the only mother he had known. He should just turn, step off the porch, climb into the saddle, and ride off into the September dusk.

But what if it wasn’t Agnes dead inside the house? What if it was someone else, maybe an Indian attacker Agnes had shot, and then she had gone for help? Or maybe it was an older lady caller who had had a bad heart? Josh had to know for sure.

He moved away from the door, crossing the porch in three long strides to lean his rifle against the house. Cupping his hands around his eyes, Josh peered through the dust-streaked window.

A single oil lamp was lit, the flame fluttering in the drafty sitting room. Josh squinted and looked all around the room but saw no sign of a body.

Yet the heat inside him remained, building, growing hotter still. It was as if his blood was being boiled over a fire and poured back inside him. 

Clementine snorted again, impatiently it seemed to Josh, and he shot the mare a dirty look. “Clem, hush now. I’ll take the saddle off soon.”

Josh picked up his rifle and moved back to the door. He adjusted his grip on the wooden stock, checked to make sure the safety was off, then thumbed the door latch and pushed inside.

Find Hank at

http://www.hankedwardsbooks.com

http://www.facebook.com/hankedwardsbooks

http://www.facebook.com/VenomValleySeries

http://www.facebook.com/SOGroup

Crawl Into Bed With Havan Fellows and a Good Book

Kicks off boots at the door and jumps n the bed.  Important things first, are these sheets silk or cotton?  *Pulls back comforter and arranges pillows for Lee and me* I'd love to say satin ... but nah - I like the t-shirt sheets you can get ... dark green preferred

So, what is that you're wearing?  *shakes hips and turns to show off jammies* either my boy shorts or my flannel Betty Boop bottoms ... tonight the Boop wins - but always a tank no matter the season - this is Florida 

What kind of munchies do you have here, Havan? I like a little snack while I read, you know.  Well Lee ... if you are offering *leans over Lee and rests on his chest ... reaches arm out ... fingers splayed ... licks lips and stares Lee in the eyes ... grabs more than a handful ... eyes go wide in surprise*  Oh my!  I've never had that much in my hand before!  *leans back and looks down at hand and sees a couple M&Ms fall on Lee's chest* What?  I always have dark chocolate M&Ms on my bed table *blinks innocently and stares at candy on Lee's chest* Um ... you gonna get those or should I?

 *looks around curiously* If I open this nightstand drawer, what will I find?  *smirks*  A notepad ... pens and pencils ... and three golfballs - um ... don't ask *face palm* ... now if you are wondering what's in my notorious bag ... well that is under the bed - I have inquisitive kiddos you know ... *winks wickedly*  Shall I get it?

*Tugs blankets up to chin... *Do you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during the night?  Neither ... the blanket drapes over me like most things tend to do - well that is until it's my turn ... *sighs and giggles* ... but I do like to keep my feet uncovered for some weird reason *shrugs*

Can I put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up?  Oh honey ... there are much warmer places to put those sexy feet ... mmmmm feet ... *shakes head and blushes* ... oops - sorry I got a little lost there in my head ... so what did you want me to do with you feet? *grabs feather and runs it between your toes*

 *peers at kindle over your shoulder* What are we reading?  Well ... to commemorate you being here and me being here ... I figured Giving Up was a good read for the night.  I thought maybe we could reenact the sleeping and cuff scene ... that was by far one of the hottest things I've read!  *starts crawling over Lee throwing the pillows and blankets around*  now I know I keep an extra pair of cuffs around here somewhere ...

Book 3      Giving Up

From Breathless Press

On August 5, 2011

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Can Dr. Arden Grey teach Brandon Blake that giving up control is worth while, with the right woman?

Brandon Blake has a problem.  His family is fed up with his controlling ways. They don’t need him managing their affairs any more.  Brandon doesn’t want to lose his connection with his brothers, but he doesn’t know any other way to live.   He’s been in charge for a long time. Now his brothers are leaving home and making families of their own, and Brandon’s interference has caused some serious rifts. Brandon’s stressful job as CEO of the family production studio and his concerns for his brothers have contributed to the ulcer his doctor recently diagnosed. Therapy is supposed to help Brandon learn how to let go and give up the need to control every thing.  Brandon finds the counselor he’s been sent to intriguing, if a bit intimidating, though she has absolutely nothing in common with the women he’s dated in the past.

Dr. Arden Gray knows about control.  A survivor of marriage to a dominant, abusive partner, she’s spent the last twenty years turning her life around.  She’s learned to take control and has made a career of teaching others to do the same.  Brandon Blake is a surprise.  When his doctor sends Brandon to her, Arden isn’t sure how she can help the man.  But after a few sessions, she sees something intriguing hidden inside Brandon Blake, something that tells her he just might be the man she’s been looking for.  If only she can convince him that giving up control to the right woman will solve all his problems!