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Sadness Bringing Happiness
I have written a book, surprisingly
enough, that is about misunderstandings in a way when being in love isn’t
enough. The thing is many different people have different ways of showing love.
We all know this. Wouldn’t it be boring if it was all the same.
Way Life Turnsthe
book that is up for a prize alone with coming out next Friday. Starts with
sadness, in the event of on MC cheating. And I know, it’s already made a lot of
you turn away, I get it, sometimes these things are a little too close.
I want to state that this
cheating event happen after the first couple of weeks and was created because
they didn’t communicate with each other. Technically, they weren’t an item even
if the MC saw it that way. This book is how 2 different authors took that thought
and created a conclusion.
My Story is about the deeper
meaning of the cheating, why did it happen? The facts that he needed closure
because no matter what he could get over and why he couldn’t, what happened,
what was it all about that made this possible in the first place.
Either way I think the book
fits this hop nicely as they have a messy somewhat frustrating story that heals
the MC and makes him realise things need to actually be said even if you think
you’ve communicated them well enough without words.
swayed as he walked up the steps. A drink in one hand and the other one, trying
its hardest but never quite, touching the rail.
He was drunk, he knew it, and didn’t care.
His sister had recently announced her engagement to Vince,
one of his best friends. They had spent the better half of the evening having
an uncomfortable family dinner with his parents. His mother was in a
particularly unforgiving mood, as she wasn’t good with surprises. Especially
ones she hadn’t orchestrated. His sister being with Vince had only been a fling
in her eyes while the rest of them had seen it for what it was.
Their engagement hadn’t shocked him one bit.
Jonah decided after the disastrous dinner they needed a get
together, a party, and he wasn’t minding it one bit.
Reaching the top of the stairs, Jonah drank the rest of his
drink and looked around. Why was he up here again? Was he looking for someone?
Just doing the rounds? It took him, longer than he cared to admit to remember,
that he was in fact looking for someone and therefore able to proceed.
He was up here looking for Scott, because Scott was the
bee’s knees and he wanted a bit of nooky.
officially unofficial for the last two weeks and Jonah was head over heels. He
was trying his hardest not to blurt that out.
He had always been quick to fall in love, which made dating
difficult. Every man he had ever dated either ran off within the first few
weeks, which was roughly about the time all the sex happened, or he had scared
them away by telling them he loved them.
His partner before Scott had been the worst one, The Arse,
as Jonah so artfully dubbed him, had used his words of love against him. He was
finally free of the bastard and able to get with Scott one of his good friends
and a guy he’d had a crush on back in high school. Scott knew him, which made
dating a whole lot easier.
Jonah really liked the guy. Had he mentioned before?
He walked towards the end of the hallway, it hosted a few
guests along its wall and in its big window seat. Nice and comfortable with the
most beautiful view Jonah had ever seen.
This was the house Janey would end up calling her own. She
already lived here with her boy—pardon fiancé—not that Jonah’s parents knew,
not really, but more to do with not wanting to make it official than anything
“Hey guys, have you seen Scott?”
“Ah…” Paul made a noise from the corner seat, his arm coming
up to point at a door a few back down the hallway. “I think I saw him duck in
Jonah nearly tipped over as he looked in the direction
before catching himself. Mumbling a “thanks” as he lumbered back down the
He opened two doors before he found one leading into a
bedroom and heard sounds Jonah would probably have understood better had he
been sober. In his sloshy state it didn’t register.
As his eyes made their way to the bed, his heart stilled,
clearly its reflexes quicker than his brain. It took him a moment or two to
realise the noise, the naked limbs, the smell.
Scott was cheating on him with Hank, a friend of Janey, and
one Jonah had mistakenly thought was straight.
“How dare you!” Jonah shouted, he would have thrown the
glass still in his hand if he’d realised he was holding it. Instead, he used it
in lieu of a weapon, pointing it at the cheater on the bed.
“Jonah, babe, what’s wrong?” Scott didn’t look at all like
he should have, which should have been extremely guilty.Instead, he just seemed alarmed and maybe a
“What’s wrong? Really? You’re cheating on me!”
Scott moved off the Hank, his cock hung semi erect, the
condom messed up the perfection. Jonah was too angry, too heartbroken to notice
he was the only one dressed in the room.
“Cheating? How can we be cheating? We aren’t dating.”
“Aren’t? What the fuck have we been doing then?”
“Having fun. Seeing if we’d fit,” Scott spoke softly, as he
stepped closer. Jonah moved back. “Honestly Jonah, I didn’t think you wanted
more than that. You hadn’t exactly been the most vocal. I thought all I was to
you was a fuckbuddy.”
Jonah’s mouth opened and closed.
“I… we were dating. That’s what we’ve been doing. You don’t
fuck around on a person you’re getting to know. Not without opening your mouth
and telling them what’s going on.” He took a breath as his voice cracked up,
his vision blurred.
“I thought you were different. I thought you really liked
“I do.” Emotions thickened up Scott’s tone as he watched
Jonah fall apart. It seemed he finally realised he’d done something that could
“I can’t believe this is happening again.” Jonah went on,
clearly not listening to what Scott was saying. “Every time.”
“Not every time,” Scott spoke as he finally got closer,his hands cupping Jonah’s arms. “I want that.
I want everything with you. I promise, I didn’t think it’s what you wanted with
“Please babe, can we start over—can we move on from this,
just us. No one else. Together, dating. A complete relationship. It’s all I’ve
ever wanted from you.”
“Can you think on it? Sleep, sober up and then we can talk.
Really talk like we should have done after that first night. I want what you
want. Promise. I want everything with you. Will you give me another chance?”
His eyes glistened, the realisation that he was losing everything clear in his
words, his actions.
Last weekend I was sick. A head
cold, horrible thing that’s has lasted since the 20th of January. It’s one of
those out of your hands things that make it doesn’t allow you to see the better
side because you’re wallowing in your sickness.
Okay, so maybe while I was
writing this I was still in the side effects of being sick.
It’s been weird actually, my
sickness’ ever since I got out of the hospital with the side effects of Swine
Flu I tend to have a week of being sleepy and then the weekend hits and I get
the full on fever, aches, sickness. This last 3 days and then I’m better.
I find that its weird.
Guess I should talk about
that, it’s a long drawn out explanation, I guess, though from the moment it
started to when I got completely off the meds was only about 6 months.
The long story, below:
In 2009 (believe, July too) I
got swine flu. It was nasty and ended up with me losing 10 kilos in a week, and
looking like a druggo without the track marks. I was grey and smelt like
sickness. I lost my kids once as I fell asleep or passed out and they ended up
learning how to open the front door. That was a scary moment as I ran around
the house call their name, only to collapse on the front lawn, nearly passing
Lucky for me and my children
a lady down the road saw them and knew where they came from and brought them
back as I’d have probably been hospitalised just from the panic (my son was 3.5
and my daughter not quite 2).
I ended up at the doctors
when my parents came home (they’d been on holidays) and took one look at me and
I ended up at the doctors who shipped me to the hospital who had me on fluid’s
man I felt a hell of a lot better.
I got a specialist and my
kidneys collapsed and was transferred to bigger hospital who treated me like I had
fluid in my lungs, when in fact I didn’t. I guess I should say my at the first hospital
they knew I had a lung full of fluid and a splash in the other.
However it wasn’t IN my lung
but outside which took them nearly a week to learn which by that time the lung surgeon
was on holiday so I was transferred to another hospital to get my lung cavity
That done and a few days
later I was home with some nice tube hanging out my chest.
A week after that I was back
at the doctors in agony and after he had a listen I was shipped back up to the
first hospital who X-rayed my chest and started feeding me morphine.
I think I need to add that
from the first time I went into hospital my heartbeat didn’t drop below 110 and
every time it spiked to 120 I had an ECG, but everything was fine. I was also
already on 2 of the biggest drugs they can give you without it being morphine
plus normal painkillers. And I was take this lovely handful every 3 hours and
still ended up in agony before the hour mark came.
The X-ray was put up to my
left and it shows nearly 2 perfectly white lung shapes … so I had a lady sand
at the end of my bed as I was shipped back down to the bigger hospital where I spend
another week or so having my lungs drained again.
The first time I went to the
pain clinic and they told me they wouldn’t even think about weeding me off the
drugs I was on for 5 years. The time after (2 weeks later) I was in a bra
again, and having my last visit. April the following year I had stopped taking
the highest over the counter drug. I still get pain when I think about it, like
now, and when it gets to cold, or the temp drops too suddenly, but just adding
another layer helps.
And honestly it’s just
adding to the pain I get from when I hurt myself at work (when I use to
actually work). Which happens to be very common among teenage boys, and check
out personnel, which is what I was. but the humour helped me when I was 18 and
not able to lift my arm over my head, or to elbow height).
And that’s was a quick flash
over the only time I was in a hospital other than to have my children.
White House has ordered the execution of a highly sensitive covert operation in
dragon-occupied territory. Though a Slash Op has a zero percent survival rate,
the commanding general is forced to enlist his most prized officer for the
Gideon is embarking on his first mission in the dragon district. Yet Gideon has
hardly recovered from all that Drago made him endure. For the past three
months, Gideon has been plagued with dreams of Drago terrorizing him, but his
dreams have gradually turned into sexual fantasies. Despite coming to terms
with his longing to have Drago in bed, Gideon cannot suppress his desire to
beat Drago’s face in. When Gideon is called for a mission in the most dangerous
district on Earth, what freaks him out the most is the prospect of seeing Drago
Like last time I’m working
on my other persona. Which is again where the name has come in, please feel
free to click over to A McGee Moment (look in the tabs) and see what’s
happening over there if you want.
On another note I’ve, with
the help of Tracy, have come up with another m-preg series. Well, sorta. Unlike
the first one, this will be a series set around one couple and their children,
this isn’t to say the books won’t have babies in it, but they’ll grow with
while you read.
Also unlike Second Pack of Cameron
this is going to be much more action and maybe some sinister plots and if I’m
good enough a twist or two. Saying this it will probably be a second series, I
write that’s very much a ‘read in order’ deal, though I will try to have it so
you don’t really have to. Saying this, either way, you want to know about the
couple you’ll have to read there book, even if they are in the next one.
Anyway, I’m not sure when I’ll
get to writing one, I’m not really thinking about the MM side of things right
now, not where a schedule is concerned. Either way it won’t be coming out until
2017 unless I decide to write the first one as a Christmas story… But then that
means not Christmas story this year… anyway, it’s something I’ll work out once I
finish this story I’m working on as that’s when I’ll have to write the 2 MM
stories I want to come out this year. THEN I’ll be heading into 2017 writing.
So that’s it for me this
week. What are you up to?