Six Sentence Sunday 1/29/12

Welcome back, sixers! Today we're gonna take a trip back in time. Back to Last Friday Night, which releases from Etopia Press this Friday! Am I the only one who hates waking up in the dark?

Friday, 1:19 a.m.

Jessie’s eyes snapped open, tendrils of fear still tight around him. The room was bathed in shadows. He could feel someone’s gaze on him, sliding along is skin like a slug, and the shadows gave whoever was watching him plenty of places to hide. Reaching for the lamp on his bedside table, he clicked it on, bathing the room in a deep orange glow.

Everything was exactly as he’d left it, and he was quite alone.

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Six Sentence Sunday 1/22/11

Greetings sixers! This is the last snippet from Anything But Ordinary for a few weeks, as this story is officially going out on submission (again) this week. How much do you really know about people you meet in clubs?


“You move anything like that in a bedroom?”
Glory looked up at him and Jason’s face told him everything. “I can,” he said. Power be damned. Humans were open-minded these days, right? He wouldn’t mind fucking a demon, would he? 


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Six Sentence Sunday 1/15/12

Sixers! Welcome back! Today is a bit more from Anything But Ordinary. Anyone in the mood to dance?


Glory swayed to the beat, relishing his finally realized dream of having Jason’s hands on him, even if not quite the way he wanted them to be. He let himself be lost to the music, the bass taking over his muscles until he could literally feel it thumping in his hearts. All three of them. Jason pulled him closer and he struggled to keep just enough distance between them so his hard-on wouldn’t be evident. The song changed to something faster with a more Caribbean feel to it and Jason spun him around and pulled him close. God, he was hard, too.


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Wanna See Something Sexy?

Feast your eyes on the seriously dark, but majorly sexy cover of Last Friday Night! This puppy releases from Etopia Press on Friday, February 3!

Don't my boys look tortured? Hint: It's because they are.

Six Sentence Sunday 1/8/12

Welcome sixers! Since Glory and his sex god companion went over so well last week, I'm gonna be sharing a bit more from Anything But Ordinary. Is that ok?

Glory could hear what he was saying, but he was already too busy watching the way the sex god’s lips moved to totally comprehend. He found himself wondering what those lips could do wrapped around his cock and heaved a sigh. It had been so long. The stranger raised an eyebrow and Glory realized he was waiting for an answer. He wracked his brains, trying to remember the question.

“I have a very high tolerance,” he said at last, feeling like a common hooker as he put more meaning into the words than necessary.

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Six Sentence Sunday 1/1/12

Happy New Year sixers! In honor of new beginnings, here's a bit from the beginning of a story I'm going to start revising soon. It's called Anything But Ordinary. Ever tried really hard to pretend you're not drunk?

The growl died in Glory’s throat before it even had a chance to fully form. The man staring down at him looked even more like a walking sex god than usual. From the way his shirt was seemingly painted across his skin, accentuating every muscle in his chest and stomach, to the grin on his face that fit perfectly with his steely grey eyes and his close-cut blond hair.
The demon was hard before he even knew what to say. He’d been admiring this guy from afar for months, making his way out to this shithole club night after night if for no other reason than to catch a glimpse of that perfect specimen of manliness.
“I’m…uh…experimenting…” he said, taking great care to enunciate every word properly.

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