Saturday, July 15, 2017

Rainbow Snippet July 15

Rainbow Snippets is a group for LGBTQ+ authors, readers, and bloggers to gather once a week to share six sentences from a work of fiction–a WIP or a finished work or even a 6-sentence book recommendation (no spoilers please!).


In this group you’ll find anything from romance and historical fiction to mystery and YA. The common thread is that every story’s main character identifies as LGBTQ+. The snippets could range from zero flames to full-on sexytimes, anything goes content-wise. The only rule is snippets will be 6 sentences long–one for each color in the Pride flag.

I would invite everyone to please come check out the Rainbow Snippets group, click on a link, read and comment on the writing available and get involved yourselves in this awesome exercise. The link to the group can be found HERE.  The following Snippet is from my newly released BDSM/Motorcycle Club/MMM themed story, Burning Luck, which can be found HERE!  From one of my favorite scenes in the story, here is this weeks snippet, a little long, but, it needs all its pieces.

Cain smiled as he finished breaking down the box and stepped up beside Lucky, who looked away, gut clenching as he realized how quickly this could all be over.
“What’s wrong?”
Lucky blinked, looking up to see the concerned look in Cain’s eyes.
For a moment, Lucky considered saying nothing, but he knew that would just lead to Cain prying and pushing him to talk. “A little too deep in my own head right now,” Lucky admitted, hoping that would be enough to get Cain to back off.
“Then let’s see what we can do to fix that,” Cain suggested, and stepped right into Lucky’s space. Lucky’s eyes widened and when he tried to take a step back Cain followed, one hand going to Lucky’s waist, the other landing on his shoulder.
“Wh—”
“Shhhhh,” Cain silenced him easily as Lucky blinked up into his eyes.
The radio was on low, it was always low when Cain played it. Thorn liked it loud much the same way Lucky usually did. Right now some soft song was on, heavy on the piano with a sad sounding guitar, and Lucky found himself drawn to it.

A knowing smile crossed Cain’s face as he moved just a little, his hand on Lucky’s hip urging him to move too. Soon they were swaying to the beat, Lucky’s arms around Cain’s neck, his head pressed against Cain’s shoulder. 

Saturday, June 24, 2017

Rainbow Snippet June 24

ainbow Snippets is a group for LGBTQ+ authors, readers, and bloggers to gather once a week to share six sentences from a work of fiction–a WIP or a finished work or even a 6-sentence book recommendation (no spoilers please!).


In this group you’ll find anything from romance and historical fiction to mystery and YA. The common thread is that every story’s main character identifies as LGBTQ+. The snippets could range from zero flames to full-on sexytimes, anything goes content-wise. The only rule is snippets will be 6 sentences long–one for each color in the Pride flag.

I would invite everyone to please come check out the Rainbow Snippets group, click on a link, read and comment on the writing available and get involved yourselves in this awesome exercise. The link to the group can be found HERE.  The following Snippet is from my newly released supermoto themed release, Racing the Sky, which can be found HERE!  From one of my favorite scenes in the story, here is this weeks snippet. 

Looking at the big man, who was watching him from the far end of the counter, Nicky gave a tense smile. 
“Could I, umm, have another slice of pie? Apple this time, please.”

The man laughed. “How about ice cream with that?”

“Sure. Maybe I’ll die of a sugar overdose.”

They were alone in the diner, save for the guy on the grill in the back.

“You know,” the man began, “there are some fun ways to burn off sugar, if you’re interested. I get off in an hour.”

Nicky shivered, partly in fear and partly in anticipation. He could say yes, easy. Hell, it wasn’t as if Terry had even waited for them to break up before he’d moved on to someone else. Still, Nicky had never been with anyone but Terry, and this was a stranger, even if he was friendly as hell.


“Think about it,” the guy said before he headed to the back.



Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Wednesday Workshop #3

I'm back with another Wednesday Workshop! I'm hoping to make this a weekly post, barring anymore unforeseen misadventures.

This writing exercise is from an erotic writing workshop I've been working my way through. The exercise for the week was a dialogue exercise, where the characters had to get one another revved up from a distance.

“This was a stupid idea, next time I’m coming with you,” Talon grumbled.
Flint could tell he was pacing, likely on the porch if the creek of wood was any indication. He kept meaning to fix the loose boards and Talon kept finding ways to distract him every time he headed out there with the hammer and jar of nails.
“I never pictured you as the bored housewife waiting for me to come home.”
Snorting, Talon grumbled into the phone. “Think you’re funny huh, when you get back here we should see just how funny you are draped over my knee with my hand warming your ass.”
Flint whined, then glared at the trio of women who looked over at him and openly stared.
“Fuck, don’t say shit like that when I’m out in public,”
Talon’s chuckle, deep, low and rumbling made him shiver, and he had to take a deep breath and let it out slow.
“maybe you’ll be more careful with your comments next time.”
“You don’t play fair.”
“Never said I did.”
That chuckle again, it was making Flint’s inside’s melt. Pressing the phone to his ear, he unscrewed the cap on his soda and took a long, slow drink, hoping it would cool him off.
“Were you able to get the radio equiptment yet?”
“Yeah, but I have to wait until Friday to take the class and get certified.”
“Dammit.”
Flint grinned at the positively frustrated and annoyed tone that rumbled through the phone.
“Maybe you could fix those loose boards while I’m gone, and chop some more firewood, then go stand over the falls and let all that cold water cool you off least you go up in flames waiting for me to get home and suck you ‘til you beg to fuck me raw.”
The only response was a choking sound, followed by loud, forceful coughing, and Flint had to laugh at the way Talon sputtered and wheezed.
“Son of a bitch, you keep it up and I’m going to need a new phone at this rate. The fuck’s wrong with you. I’m hard as fuck over here now thanks to you.”
“Consider it payback,” Flint chuckled. “how do you think I feel right now trying to talk down the fuckin’ street with my cock swollen against my zipper. Shit hurts man.”
“Too bad you’re not back at the hotel, so I could tell you exactly what you should do with that, and that fat orange toy I know you took with you.”
“What?” Flint squeeked. “How….”
“I went looking for it last night and found it gone.”
“Damn.”
“Yeah, and what were you gonna do with it?”
“Pretend it was you.”
“Shit…” Flint groaned, walking smack into a light post. It was so unexpected his phone fell, clattering on the ground. Flint shook his head and reached for the phone, brushing some grit away, grateful it hadn’t cracked. All he could hear coming through it was laughter when he placed it back to his ear.
“You suck,” he grumbled.
“Anything for you, babe.”
“Uggg, I’m ending this call now, Talon, before I walk into a bus or something.”
“Yeah, okay, but call me tonight if you can. Its way too quiet up here. I didn’t think it would be so bad.”
“Call me if you need to, doesn’t matter what time, okay. I’ll be on the road as soon as the class is over.”
“Good. Miss you.”
“Miss you too.”
“Bye Tal.”
Hanging up, Flint shoved the phone back in his pocket and finished his drink. It wasn’t easy being apart, especially at night when the endless sounds of the city made it next to impossible to sleep. He missed the silence, he missed Talon, and he missed the hot, burning exploration of one another that had gradually come to consume a good chunk of each day. His phone beeped, and he frowned as he pulled it out again. One missed call, now who…

Chase’s name and number popped up and Flint froze. Now that was certainly unexpected. 



It's also my pleasure today to reveal the cover to my upcoming novel, Racing the Sky, set to be released on Friday June 23rd. 


Tuesday, June 20, 2017

Teaser Tuesday

Coming Friday June 23rd



“What kind of pie do you have?”
“Boston Cream, French silk, cherry, and apple.” The man’s voice was a lazy drawl and Nicky found it a little arousing.
Nicky tried to give the man a smile. “I’ll take a slice of French Silk and a slice of Boston Cream, please.”
The big man chuckled. “Got a sweet tooth, do ya?”
“More like depressed as hell,” Nicky muttered.
“Oh, well then, you sure I can’t bring you a slice of each?”
Nicky laughed. “Nope, two will do. I don’t need to get fat on top of everything else.”
The guy’s eyes raked over him and Nicky was sure he didn’t misinterpret the way he was being appraised. Nicky watched as he cut the pie and brought it over. “Whipped cream?”
“No thanks,” Nicky said.
“Doubt it would pack on any extra pounds,” the man quipped.
“Fine, whipped cream,” Nicky relented, his eyes widening a little as the guy piled it on.
“Eat up.” The big man chuckled before he resumed wiping down the counters.
Nicky took his time eating the pie, savoring it. It was really, really good. So good he couldn’t help but close his eyes and slowly chew several bites, allowing the flavors to roll over his tongue as the anger and tension of the day finally began to melt away.
“Wow, you really love pie; don’t you?”
Nicky’s eyes popped open to find the man watching him. He felt his cheeks heat up a bit as he averted his gaze.
“It’s, umm, really good,” Nicky said. “Chef must be awesome.”
“I am, thanks.”

Monday, June 19, 2017

Monday Mini Part 4 (Conclusion to Lactose Intolerant)

Welcome to the conclusion of the first Monday Mini-Series, a new idea I've been introducing to Rainbow Lyrics and Mellow Mushrooms. Each mini-series will be roughly 4-5 parts all coming together to comprise a short story. This first short features a superhero trying to do a very simple task...go grocery shopping. I hope you enjoy the conclusion and will tune in next week for the introduction to a new Monday Mini.  Feel free to leave comments and feedback.


Lactose Intolerant Part 4


Rounding the corner to the organic section, they found the island with the coffees, teas and nuts, a long row of dispensers with plastic baggies to collect dried goods in. Grabbing two at a time they filled them with green tea leaves and light roast beans, tied them off and grabbed two more. Expresso beans this time and red rooibos tea, the packages stacked on top of the other two. The third time around they shoved the bags beneath the yogurt covered raisins, 'yogurt covered rat droppings,' Devlin complained, and the chamomile blossoms, like some tea was gonna be enough to relax them and lull them to sleep, but whatever. The shit tasted like sucking on grass but Naill seemed to like it and sometimes sharing a body meant putting up with things he'd rather not taste.
Flicking the levers closed produced a grinding sound from the raisins, and flicking it again only produced a dull, metallic clunk before raisins poured over the edge of the bag and onto the floor. They tried to stop them, using both hands to try and hold the raisins in but all that managed to do was send the blossoms flying, till it was raining chamomile into the ever growing pile on the floor.
Groaning, he tried to shuffle away, booted foot landing on a pile of raisins that caused his ankle to roll, spilling him sideways. The only thing to grab on to was the dispensers, one hand smacking into the lever, sending a hail of pistachios onto the floor. Throwing up his hands in frustration, he slunk away as carefully as he could, hurrying to the checkout line so he could get the hell out of there before something else went wrong.
At this point fast food would have been easier and far less stressful and if the checkout girl didn't hurry up and get him out of there before someone discovered the mess on the floor then it was going to prove to be a lot cheaper too.
"Told you so," Devlin giggled.
"Sometimes I think you do this shit on purpose," Naill bemoaned. "Every time you don't want to do something you turn it into a disaster."
"Consider it a hidden talent."
"Wish you'd keep it hidden, forever preferably, why do you have to do these things."
"In all truth and fairness, the whole, let's use our hyper reflexes to fill the bags faster thing was your idea, which proved to be an epic fail."
There was no way to argue that point so Naill let it slide, made much easier by the fact that the checkout clerk was dragging the final item across the scanner, the can of mushrooms that had started it all.
"Sixty-three dollars and fourteen cents is your total," she declared. "Do you have a food saver card?"
"No."
"Would you like to apply for one, you can do it today and start saving right away, it will take five percent off your total." she rambled, as Devlin caught sight of the store manager and the security guard heading for the coffee dispenser aisle.
"Umm no thanks, not today, we’ve gotta be going" Naill explained as he hastily swiped his card, punched in his pen number and gathered up the bags as the receipt started to flow out of the machine.
"Would you like your receipt," she called after them as they briskly headed for the door.
"No thanks," Naill called back over his shoulder.
The automatic doors seemed as if they couldn't open quickly enough and the second set seemed to take even longer, they'd nearly walked into the glass before it parted in front of their noses, sending a blast of frigid wind whipping around them.
Naill sighed and shifted the bags he carried, trying to better distribute the load. "Holy shit that was close."
"I would not wanna be the guy whose gotta do the cleanup."
"Yeah I'm sure he'd going to be loving you."
"Loving us you mean."
Nail just counted backwards peppering the numbers with the occasional curse.
"Okay chef, since this is still your show why don't you tell me what we're having for dinner, hope its something high carb and cheesy, we're supposed to patrol tonight."
"Shit."
"I'm not liking the sound of that."
"I forgot to get cheese."
"Awe come on man, seriously."
"Hey, it’s your fault, if you hadn't kept getting us into shit, I might not have forgotten anything."
"Come to think of it, we kind of forgot the eggs too."
"Oh for fuck's sake, Devlin."
"Hey, this was your show, remember,"
"And you're never gonna let me live it down, are you?"
"Nope."
"God, sometimes I hate you."
Fall leaves rustled and crunched beneath their feet, riled up by the cars that rushed past. Devlin kicked a can out of his path, watched it spin, clattering against the concrete before it finally struck a wall and ricochet off, smacking into the dull brown loafers of a man chattering away on his phone.
"Hey watch it!" the man complained, returning to his phone call moments later with complaints about even the sidewalks not being safe. Seemed like nothing today was destined to go right. In the distance, they could see their apartment looming; maybe tonight they should just stay in. Devlin was just about to suggest it when Naill paused, causing Devlin to stagger.
"Son of a bitch." Naill rasped with such venom in his voice that Devlin flinched. "SON OF A FUCKIN' BITCH!"
In an explosion of flapping wings the pigeons on the rooftop took to flight, a dark cloud rapidly fleeing into the distance.
"Language!" An older woman snapped from where she sat on her porch doing the crossword.
"Sorry ma'am," Devlin replied, giving her his most charming smile.
"Dude", he muttered under his breath, "what the hell was that all about?"
"I give up," Naill replied, hurrying them on their way to their apartment again. "All that shit we went through and guess what we forgot?"
"What?"
"The milk."


*END*

Saturday, June 17, 2017

Rainbow Snippet June 17th

Rainbow Snippets is a group for LGBTQ+ authors, readers, and bloggers to gather once a week to share six sentences from a work of fiction–a WIP or a finished work or even a 6-sentence book recommendation (no spoilers please!).


In this group you’ll find anything from romance and historical fiction to mystery and YA. The common thread is that every story’s main character identifies as LGBTQ+. The snippets could range from zero flames to full-on sexytimes, anything goes content-wise. The only rule is snippets will be 6 sentences long–one for each color in the Pride flag.

I would invite everyone to please come check out the Rainbow Snippets group, click on a link, read and comment on the writing available and get involved yourselves in this awesome exercise. The link to the group can be found HERE.  The following Snippet is from my upcoming supermoto themed release, Racing the Sky, due to be released on Friday June 23rd. 


Of all the fucking nerve. Nicky saw red and closed his eyes, willing himself not to slam the door and throttle Dirk, or, better still, throttle Dirk, toss him out on the lawn, slam the door on him, and then spend the next hour cussing at Terry. Taking a deep breath, Nicky paused, then blew it out slowly as he counted to thirty. Only then did he finally close the door. His head felt like broken glass and he desperately wanted a drink. He even considered detouring to the kitchen to get one, but Dirk and Terry were already upstairs in the bedroom, and Nicky wasn’t about to leave them there alone.

Saturday, June 10, 2017

June 10 Rainbow Snippet

Rainbow Snippets is a group for LGBTQ+ authors, readers, and bloggers to gather once a week to share six sentences from a work of fiction–a WIP or a finished work or even a 6-sentence book recommendation (no spoilers please!).




In this group you’ll find anything from romance and historical fiction to mystery and YA. The common thread is that every story’s main character identifies as LGBTQ+. The snippets could range from zero flames to full-on sexytimes, anything goes content-wise. The only rule is snippets will be 6 sentences long–one for each color in the Pride flag.

I would invite everyone to please come check out the Rainbow Snippets group, click on a link, read and comment on the writing available and get involved yourselves in this awesome exercise. The link to the group can be found HERE.  The following Snippet is from my newly released novel ...And All Shall Fade to Black available on Amazon HERE: 

“Hey, are we going to lunch or what?”
Herman’s voice cut through his thoughts and Danny turned to face him, sighing heavily.
“Yeah we’re going. I was trying to get Jax to come too, but that didn’t end very well. I’m just hoping he’ll be back tomorrow. I didn’t mean to upset him, but he stormed out anyway.”
“He stormed out because you invited him to lunch?”
“No, um, he stormed out because I kind of brought up how we’ve all noticed that he doesn’t eat. Phillip actually approached me yesterday and asked if there was a way we could pay him daily or something so he’d be able to get some food. I had to explain that Jax had another job and wasn’t starving because he was broke.”
“Damn.”

“Yeah.”

Saturday, June 3, 2017

Rainbow Snippet June 3rd

Rainbow Snippets is a group for LGBTQ+ authors, readers, and bloggers to gather once a week to share six sentences from a work of fiction–a WIP or a finished work or even a 6-sentence book recommendation (no spoilers please!).




In this group you’ll find anything from romance and historical fiction to mystery and YA. The common thread is that every story’s main character identifies as LGBTQ+. The snippets could range from zero flames to full-on sexytimes, anything goes content-wise. The only rule is snippets will be 6 sentences long–one for each color in the Pride flag.

I would invite everyone to please come check out the Rainbow Snippets group, click on a link, read and comment on the writing available and get involved yourselves in this awesome exercise. The link to the group can be found HERE.  The following Snippet is from my newly released novel ...And All Shall Fade to Black available on Amazon HERE: 

“You think he’ll actually show when it counts?”
“Yeah, actually, I do. He didn’t sit there and nod occasionally and make grunts and mummers whenever I questioned something or left something open ended in the hopes that he’d chime in. He actually asked about the research I’d done into the masks, if part of my research had been watching matches. If Az was modeled off any wrestlers in particular, if I’d found any good autobiographies or histories of the sport, all sorts of things like that. He didn’t make me carry the conversation on my own, he participated in it.”
“Sure he wasn’t just saying that shit to get in your pants?”

“Fuck off, Herman. He did not kiss like he was trying to get in my pants. He kissed like he wanted to leave something new to discover the next time we got together, something you wouldn’t know anything about.”

Wednesday, May 31, 2017

Cover Reveal: .Layla Dorine's ...And All Shall Fade to Black!

Layla Dorine’s ….And All Shall Fade to Black



Coming June 2nd from Encompass Ink
Cover Art for …And All Shall Fade to Black by the awesome Rue Volley who gets my visions even better than I do most times.



For those who followed this when it was a freebie Friday story, here is the far more detailed, far more fleshed out story of Jax and Danny!

…and All Shall Fade to Black Blurb:

Moving into his new apartment, Jax never expected to have to break up a fight between his new neighbors, resulting in a physical altercation and a visit from the cops. Never in his wildest dreams did he imagine that it would lead to him meeting Danny, the cute theater manager and playwright that lived next door. Unfortunately, his first impression of Danny and the way he’d cowered away in the fight with his ex, wasn’t exactly a favorable one. Jax already has his own issues to deal with, between his past problems with his mother and the chain of men who’ve floated in and out of her life, his new job as a piercer in his sister’s tattoo shop and his struggles with an eating disorder; the last thing he plans to add to it is a relationship.

Yet Danny isn’t so easy to ignore and when they find themselves bonding after Danny shows him around town, and more when Jax offers to help with sets for his latest play, it becomes harder and harder for him to ignore the connection forming between them. As Jax’s insecurities and food issues grow more and more out of control, he find himself turning to Danny for help, rather than his longtime friends Callum and Max who lives just downstairs. Danny’s mix of patience, stubbornness and tough love make it harder and harder for Jax to keep his distance, and somewhere in the course of their daily lives, they find themselves moving from being friends, to being more.
About the Author



LAYLA DORINE lives among the sprawling prairies of Midwestern America, in a house with more cats than people. She loves hiking, fishing, swimming, martial arts, camping out, photography, cooking, and dabbling with several artistic mediums. In addition, she loves to travel and visit museums, historic, and haunted places.

Layla got hooked on writing as a child, starting with poetry and then branching out, and she hasn’t stopped writing since. Hard times, troubled times, the lives of her characters are never easy, but then what life is? The story is in the struggle, the journey, the triumphs and the falls. She writes about artists, musicians, loners, drifters, dreamers, hippies, bikers, truckers, hunters and all the other folks that she’s met and fallen in love with over the years. Sometimes she writes urban romance and sometimes its aliens crash landing near a roadside bar. When she isn’t writing, or wandering somewhere outdoors, she can often be found curled up with a good book and a kitty on her lap.


Layla Dorine can be found at:                               
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Author Website: layladorine13.wix.com/layladorineauthor


Author on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/9814124.Layla_Dorine

Saturday, May 27, 2017

Rainbow Snippet May 27

Rainbow Snippets is a group for LGBTQ+ authors, readers, and bloggers to gather once a week to share six sentences from a work of fiction–a WIP or a finished work or even a 6-sentence book recommendation (no spoilers please!).



In this group you’ll find anything from romance and historical fiction to mystery and YA. The common thread is that every story’s main character identifies as LGBTQ+. The snippets could range from zero flames to full-on sexytimes, anything goes content-wise. The only rule is snippets will be 6 sentences long–one for each color in the Pride flag.

I would invite everyone to please come check out the Rainbow Snippets group, click on a link, read and comment on the writing available and get involved yourselves in this awesome exercise. The link to the group can be found HERE.  The following Snippet is from Guitars and Choices, the sequel to my debut novel Guitars and Cages. Both books are now available through Amazon and Amazon KU. Guitars and Cages can be found HERE at a special reissue price of .99. While Guitars and Choices can be found HERE!  

This will be the final snippet from the Guitars books, next week, I'll have a little bit from ...And all Shall Fade to Black. 

In this snippet, I pick up just a few lines from last weeks. 

Earl’s voice was laced with anger when he spoke next. “Gage never said anything about a whip.”

“The old man didn’t use it on him,” Asher managed, his voice barely above a whisper.

Earl was silent for a moment. “No, but he used it on you, didn’t he.”

Asher said nothing, let the duck of his head be the only confirmation the older man needed.

“Son of a bitch,” Earl spat, his fists clenching. “If I’d known, I’d have given him a taste of that whip myself.”

“And then what,” Asher asked. “End up in jail with him? Wasn’t worth it.”


Earl turned Asher to look at him. “My son thought you were worth a damn sight more than you seem to think you are. And I’m willing to bet if you gave him half a chance, your son would think you were worth a damn sight more than you give yourself credit for, Asher. This here, this is exactly why you will never be like your old man.”

Thursday, May 25, 2017

Wednesday Workshop 2

Wednesday Workshop #1
***Note: Another new, weekly feature, using some of the prompts and workshop materials I've collected over the year. For this one I decided to use Raine from a WIP I've slowly been developing. Raine is a wolf shifer and an omega, he's even been chosen by an alpha...but happiness is still a long ways away. The prompt for this one was to write your character doing a normal, everyday task. In this case, I choose baking. ***

Wiping down the counter, Raine stole a quick glance at the timer on the stove. Three more minutes, give or take, best to get the cooling racks out and ready so he had someplace for the cupcakes to rest. There was a basket on the table, filled with goodies he intended to bring along with him to the community garden, excited at the prospect of spending the day away from the house.
Still.

When the cupcakes were cooled and frosted he placed two on a plate and left them for Gabriel and Aiden to find. He hated that he felt compelled to do so, but Gabe did pay for the groceries and he was allowed to live there, so he supposed he owed them that much. Plus, it was his turn to cook today, so that was just part of him fulfilling his obligations.
Right?

Looking around, he felt a pang of envy at the thought of them sitting together with coffee, enjoying the cupcakes as they talked and prepared to start their day. He’d thought that would be him, waking up to mornings with Gage, planning and laughing together, but the stupid alpha had gone and ruined it when he’d taken a second mate.

Raine would have been enough, if given half the chance, but Gabe hadn’t given him even that, and now, he steadfastly refused to send Aiden away.

The ultimatum stung, learn to get along live in harmony and accept Aiden, or be the one outcast. It wasn’t fair, he’d been the one Gabe choose first, and yet, he was the one packing up a picnic basket as the sun came up while Aiden was in bed curled up beside their alpha.

At least he had the garden and the friends he was making there. Gabe’s pack was wonderful, and the woods were a beautiful place to roam. He wanted to be here, he did…he just didn’t want to bend, he didn’t want to accept Aiden, he didn’t want to share his Alpha…

He didn’t want to feel like a third wheel.


Touching the claiming bite on the side of his neck, he felt tears sting his eyes and swim up to cloud his vision. 

He’d only been claimed, not mated proper, not like Aiden, he could ask for the claim to be set aside and hope another Alpha might someday want him, or, he could build his own place, and live out his days among the pack alone, both were solid options. Yet his wolf whined whenever he considered either and his heart felt heavy with the duel sensations of dread and misery. So he stayed, for now, wistful and sad, waiting for his wolf to give up hope so he could move on. 

Tuesday, May 23, 2017

Teaser Tuesday May 20th (Steamy conversation inside)


This weeks Teaser Tuesday is one of the few pieces that have been written of the Menage story I've had rolling around in my head for some time now. Sparked by an Erotic Writing Workshop I took a few months ago, I've slowly been working on character development and setting the stage for the story. 


“This was a stupid idea, next time I’m coming with you,” Talon grumbled.

Flint could tell he was pacing, likely on the porch if the creek of wood was any indication. He kept meaning to fix the loose boards and Talon kept finding ways to distract him every time he headed out there with the hammer and jar of nails.

“I never pictured you as the bored housewife waiting for me to come home.”

Snorting, Talon grumbled into the phone. “Think you’re funny huh, when you get back here we should see just how funny you are draped over my knee with my hand warming your ass.”

Flint whined, then glared at the trio of women who looked over at him and openly stared.

“Fuck, don’t say shit like that when I’m out in public,”
Talon’s chuckle, deep, low and rumbling made him shiver, and he had to take a deep breath and let it out slow.

“Maybe you’ll be more careful with your comments next time.”

“You don’t play fair.”

“Never said I did.”

That chuckle again, it was making Flint’s inside’s melt. Pressing the phone to his ear, he unscrewed the cap on his soda and took a long, slow drink, hoping it would cool him off.

“Were you able to get the radio equipment yet?”

“Yeah, but I have to wait until Friday to take the class and get certified.”

“Dammit.”

Flint grinned at the positively frustrated and annoyed tone that rumbled through the phone.

“Maybe you could fix those loose boards while I’m gone, and chop some more firewood, then go stand over the falls and let all that cold water cool you off least you go up in flames waiting for me to get home and suck you ‘til you beg to fuck me raw.”

The only response was a choking sound, followed by loud, forceful coughing, and Flint had to laugh at the way Talon sputtered and wheezed.

“Son of a bitch, you keep it up and I’m going to need a new phone at this rate. The fuck’s wrong with you. I’m hard as fuck over here now thanks to you.”

“Consider it payback,” Flint chuckled. “how do you think I feel right now trying to talk down the fuckin’ street with my cock swollen against my zipper. Shit hurts man.”

“Too bad you’re not back at the hotel, so I could tell you exactly what you should do with that, and that fat orange toy I know you took with you.”

“What?” Flint squeaked. “How….”

“I went looking for it last night and found it gone.”

“Damn.”

“Yeah, and what were you gonna do with it?”

“Pretend it was you.”

“Shit…” Flint groaned, walking smack into a light post. It was so unexpected his phone fell, clattering on the ground. Flint shook his head and reached for the phone, brushing some grit away, grateful it hadn’t cracked. All he could hear coming through it was laughter when he placed it back to his ear.

“You suck,” he grumbled.

“Anything for you, babe.”

“Uggg, I’m ending this call now, Talon, before I walk into a bus or something.”

“Yeah, okay, but call me tonight if you can. Its way too quiet up here. I didn’t think it would be so bad.”

“Call me if you need to, doesn’t matter what time, okay. I’ll be on the road as soon as the class is over.”

“Good. Miss you.”

“Miss you too.”

“Bye Tal.”

Hanging up, Flint shoved the phone back in his pocket and finished his drink. It wasn’t easy being apart, especially at night when the endless sounds of the city made it next to impossible to sleep. He missed the silence, he missed Talon, and he missed the hot, burning exploration of one another that had gradually come to consume a good chunk of each day. His phone beeped, and he frowned as he pulled it out again. One missed call, now who…


Chase’s name and number popped up and Flint froze. Now that was certainly unexpected. 

Monday, May 22, 2017

Monday Mini Part 3

Welcome to the first Monday Mini-Series, a new idea I'm introducing to Rainbow Lyrics and Mellow Mushrooms. Each mini-series will be roughly 4-5 parts all coming together to comprise a short story. This first short features a superhero trying to do a very simple task...go grocery shopping. I hope you'll follow along to see how things go for him. Feel free to leave comments and feedback. I hope you enjoy this first installment.


Lactose Intolerant Part 3


"Why, when he'd already made up his mind about our intentions the moment we stepped in. Let's face it, people are jaded. It’s easier for them to see the bad in everyone than to expect something good."
"Tell me again why we bother?"
"I guess so we don't become as disillusioned as the rest of them. Besides, what's the point of having lightning reflexes if we can't do anything with them? It’s not like we can take all of our martial arts training and complete in tournaments or even fight pro, it wouldn’t be fair, we'd always be able to anticipate where the strikes would land, so we'd always counter them, where's the challenge in that?"
"Where's the challenge now?"
"True, but at least we're doing something good, even if most people don't appreciate it."
"Umm, excuse me sir, but are you okay?"
The soft, feminine voice startled them out of their conversation. Glancing around they suddenly found themselves face to face with a middle aged woman who was clutching her daughter close.
"Umm yeah, We…err, I’m fine," Naill replied, looking away.
"Then can you please move? I've been trying to get to that shelf for the past few minutes. I even said excuse me several times, but it didn't seem like you heard a word of it."
"Sorry," Devlin replied, and felt his face heat up, he sure hoped Naill was blushing too or they were going to look pretty odd. Shuffling left, they moved so the little girl could get her box of cereal, one of the beautiful, sugary kinds Devlin would have loved to have.
"Fine, one," Naill finally relented once the woman and her little girl were on their way.
Giddy, Devlin reached out and snatched up the same kind as the little girl, placing it in the cart with a loving pat before they continued down the aisle.
In the produce section, they loaded up on fresh veggies and fruits, Devlin wrinkling his nose at the broccoli and making gagging noises at the Brussel sprouts. Naill moved on undaunted however, getting fresh mushrooms as he'd set out to, red seedless grapes and ginger root. He grabbed wonton wrappers, carrots and bean sprouts, green onions, shallots and garlic too.
"Thought we weren't getting anything that can be delivered," Devlin challenged.
"I'm gonna make lumpia," Naill determined.
"What the hell is that?"
"Filipino style of egg roll, totally different fillings from the crap you get from the Chinese place downtown."
"Keep telling yourself that," Devlin chuckled, then let it drop.
In the drink aisle they bought bottled water and drink packets to flavor it, like what the hell were they gonna do with zero calorie anything but try telling Naill that. This healthy living shit was gonna kill them both and it was only the first day.
Heading down the pasta aisle they caught sight of a woman in a pea green oversized coat, several pockets adorning the front and a few inside judging from the way she swiped a package of orzo from the shelf and tucked it away. You couldn't even see the lump.
She grabbed three envelopes of sauce mix and slipped them in an outer pocket, then turned, studying the packages of summer sausage and other meats. They swiped the envelopes from her pocket as she was pondering the peperoni, and when her jacket swung open as she tucked the peperoni in, they snagged the orzo too, putting both back on the shelf. Whistling, they pretended to study the boxes of pasta, adding fettuccini and linguini to the cart while discreetly trailing her.
They liberated the peperoni from her pocket, and the pack of crust mix all while she was placing a container of parmesan cheese in her basket. When she glanced their way, they tossed a loaf of French bread in the cart on top of a couple jars of sauce, and then maneuvered around her, pretending to ignore the looks she shot their way.
To her own basket she added a small container of red pepper flakes, then gasped, when store security grabbed her arm.
"Ma'am, you need to empty your pockets," the officer said, the pointed look on his face making the woman cringe.
"I...what's the meaning of this?" she stammered.
"I think you know," the officer told her, his stern expression turning to shock as she turned each of her pockets out one by one only to reveal there was nothing in them.
"Doh," Naill muttered, face palming and shaking his head.
"How were we supposed to know they were doing their jobs," Devlin grumbled.
"Yeah, ‘cause assuming they weren't just worked out so well. Can we please learn a lesson from all this. Let's just our shopping done and go home. We can't police everyone."
"Wasn't trying to police anyone, just looking to keep the prices down. Companies gotta make up for theft loss someway, how do you think they do it; they pass it on to the consumer, that's how. I just didn't wanna end up paying for her pizza, especially when you won't even let me have one."
"For a week, one miserable week. You keep this up and we can make it a month."
"Yeah, you can fuck right off with that shit too."
"Don't you wish?"
Left with no choice, the security guard apologized and let her go, frowning and rubbing the back of his neck as he watched her hurry to the checkout counter and pay for the items in her basket. Was too much to hope she'd chalk it up to a lesson learned, some strange twist of fate that had kept her from getting arrested. Was more likely she'd head to another store and lift the shit she'd failed to get.
What the hell did they bother for anyway?


***Hope you'll return next week for the conclusion of Lactose Intolerant. Thank you so much for reading***