Saturday, 31 October 2015

Haunted House of Manlove Flash Fiction Blog Hop II

I entered this blog hop, unfortunately I have lost all detail, all i know is it was for a 1K Halloween flash fiction. I do however have the other people in this little group, so please read my story and then check out theirs) 

I hope it what they were after and that you enjoy 

“Shut up wankers,” Jessica hissed from somewhere in the darkness, making Hunter and Alex crack up into their hands so it came out muffled.
They were in the haunted house, or haunted school, which is what they had actually pulled off. It was the first time Hunter knew anyone to go this far for Halloween, but then fundraisers were a great way to get people to think up even better stuff, and there was nothing greater the teens wanting to scare the shit out of adults.
That was the thing too, there was multiple levels to this haunted school. One, for the kids, in the main hall, if you were able to find your way to the door on the other side then you’d move to the next level. This gave off a false sense of relief as you walked down the stars and the corridor between the hall and the first block.
Each block, and there were four, was created by a different year and each year gave the level they themselves were. This wasn’t to say a bunch of twelve year old couldn’t scare the crap out of you, but it wasn’t quite on the level six more years add.
Hunter thought what they really should have done was create a One D concert they’d have to navigate.
Seriously, have you ever been to one of those? To be honest, you wouldn’t even have make the concert, just the entrance way, with all the screaming teen girls around would do the job.
Hunter shuddered at the thought. He knew firsthand how scary it was as he’d had to take his little sister and four of her friends to a concert recently. It’s something he hopes he’d never have to experience again.
It didn’t matter what he thought was scary just got a whole bunch of eye rolls. Saying this, those eyes were from girls he was pretty sure had a room better stocked than his sister with the bands bullshit.
“Hunt?” Tom hissed from in the darkness.
They were in year twelve (grade…I’m not sure what you’d all call the last year of high school) and had what was meant to be the scariest part of the “house”. Hunter was pretty sure the only reason they would be was because people would already be shitting themselves. Waiting for worse. For what was to come. Trying to tell themselves they weren’t going to shit when the next thing jumped out at them.
There was only so much you could do without a budget especially with a haunted house idea. They’d done the job well though, really the whole school had. Researching what around the world did and then tried their best to create something similar. It didn’t help that it was summer here and hitting forty degrees and even though it may not be snowing in the top half of the world, it was definitely not this bloody hot for them when they started setting everything up.
Then as they sat and waited, in a dark and dusky filled brick block, with no real air coming in, you had to add another ten degrees.
It wouldn’t surprise Hunter if someone had a heart attack tonight, not from being scared but heat exhaustion.
“Hunt, you fucker, answer me.” Tom again.
“What?” Hunter hissed.
“Jessica wants you to go move in with Johan.”
Hunter groaned softly. Shit balls and fat jokes.
Hunter had a hard enough time being in an open area next to Johan let alone be in a closed dark space while they waited.
“I’ll go,” Alex said from next to him.
“Nah mate, you’re the brains over here, Johan needs Hunter for bait.”
“Bait?” how the fuck could he be bait when no one would see him… oh wait, in Johan’s area that’s exactly what he’d become because his job will be to herd people into the spot where Johan would be drenching them. It was a limited window and the school heads of this project were worried about the water usage even though it rained for two weeks straight last week.
Hunter realised Tom was still talking to him even though he’d figured it all out himself.
“He’s in the back corner right?”
“Yes, where they are heading out.” Tom pointed, Hunter only knew this because the bastard smacked him as he did it.
Did he mention it was dark?
“You staying here with Alex?”
“Yep,” he said.
Hunter nodded and walked his way slowly towards the back cover. It wasn’t like they’d put the lights on again because as Jessica said the house had opened and they needed to add to the reality, even if no one would be at this end for at least another ten minutes if they even made it this far.
God, it was going to be a long arsed fucking night.
“Hey Johan,” Hunter called when he gathered he was close enough.  
“Yeah, where are ya, mate?”
“Here,” he said, shining a torch around himself and Hunter realised he was walking right into Johan.
Yep. There it was, a hot body that smelt the way it always did, probably similar to the way Hunter did as he was that pathetically head over heels for the guy he’d started using the same body wash.
Yeah, lucky enough for Hunter a lot of other guys did too so it wasn’t that blinding obvious to anyone but him.
“There you are,” Johan said his hand coming up around him, making sure Hunter didn’t hit the ground.
They swayed together, almost danced a few steps as Hunter caught his footing and trying to pull away while Johan held on tight.
“What you need from me?” Hunter said as he walked away.
Johan chuckled, their hips and legs shifted as they worked around each other and the darkness.
Hunter’s breath fucked around in his throat. Caught itself all up into a lump.
Heat. So much heat. So different from what it was like around them. It twisted and turned and coated him so he couldn’t feel anything but Johan. God the man was everywhere.
Hunter didn’t know who moved. If it was him who couldn’t deal with the tension anymore, the build-up of lust and hope and want that he’d been carrying for months or if Johan had been the one to brush their lips together. A soft touch. A pause to make sure the other person was on the same page, and then everything changed.
Hunter opened his mouth slightly, his hands gripped tighter onto Johan’s costume. A blow of breath. And then hot tongue.
It was intense. It was everything Hunter had ever thought it would be.
Their thighs rocked together bringing something more to the equations. Hips rocked up, nudging bulge against bulge. Hunter’s body went tight.
Someone called Johan’s name. Hunter wasn’t sure what they’d said, or if it was important. Hell, he couldn’t really think of anything but disappointment that it had ended.
“Fuck. That was hot.
Hunter nodded their nose bumped allowing Johan to know ’hear’ him in the darkness especially since he couldn’t talk yet.
“Should have done it weeks ago.”
“This is pretty perfect.” Hunter breathed out, stealing another brush of lips, before separating from Johan.
“So.” Hunter cleared his throat. “Where’d you want me?”
Johan moaned slightly as his hand ran down Hunters back, stocking his arse.
“Johan? Haunted house?”
“Right.” He cleared his throat as his fingers linked with Hunter’s, tugging him slightly. “Come over here and I’ll show you what I need.”


Week 116’s theme is Our Sexy Halloween

I ended up opening it all the way, each inch the window went higher the need to see grew stronger, and I couldn’t stop.
I was oddly nervous, as I got closer, having to in order to get the window all the way up. The wind blew against my skin, cool and crisp, with an underlying smell of garbage. It was dark, inky black with a light glow just along the bottom line of the window. I understood that came from lights on the street.
Licking my lips, I looked over the edge, and saw something... I couldn’t be sure what it was, but the shine had me guessing a shoe.
My head went next, my fingers linked against the sharp wood. The air got dense as the weather and smell pushed at me. I leaned over, needing to see, needing to know what had landed on the ground.
The body looked fake, like something from out of a crime show. I even got the flash of bright yellow outline, though clearly, the line wasn’t there, but the fakeness lingered.
It seemed that out of everything that happened on cop shows, there was definitely one thing they’d gotten right, because the body on the ground looked like a rag doll all crumpled up. With a dark pool around him that couldn’t have been anything other than the blood and guts of the body above it.
 “Do you like it?” a voice sounded behind me.

And onto the pimping and other random facts linked to this hop

Friday, 30 October 2015

Happy Halloween, All Hallows Eve, Samhain, Everyone!

So I entered into this blog hop. And unfortunately, like most things lately I’ve no idea what I’m meant to do, if anything. So I thought I’d just show off my series. Please enter in the giveaway at the end there are a tone of great prizes up for grabs

Being turned into a Werewolf is one of the scariest things in the world, but that's nothing compared to the fight they are about to join, for love, for life.


Thank you for dropping by and welcome to the hop! We have 25 prizes to give away, donated by some talented, generous people who write LGBT characters:

April's Interlude

For your treat here’s an excerpt from the bad guys perspective

Nicolono eyed Hacen with a look of false calmness. “Tell me Hacen, how exactly does a vampire lose a witch? Especially one that doesn’t even know he’s a witch,” Nicolono asked and leaned back in his office chair. Nicolono wasn’t a big man, not nearly as big as Gary had been. He was tall, but thin which was often deceiving to most people that didn’t know to fear him.
Hacen should know better than to make such a big mistake. Now that Gary was dead it was Hacen that would take the responsibility of the fuck up. He’d miss Gary’s…violent skills. Gary was far more talented in certain areas than Hacen would ever be. Hacen might be one of the newest members of the coven but he had certainly been on long enough to know better than to make a mistake of the caliber that he did.
Nicolono gave Hacen a deceptively pleasant smile.
There was a knock on the office door. “Come in,” he said and watched as Angel led in a very naked dark-haired man that had tears in his eyes and was trying to shield his private bits.
“Bring him some clothes. He is my mate, not some common blood whore. And let everyone know not to touch him. Death is what awaits if they do.”
Angel nodded and left the room.
He had just found his mate last week and already his wife was wreaking havoc between them. He finally found someone that would counter act the language barrier she had created between them. He should be getting an erection at just seeing his mate, but he hadn’t since the day his wife learned of his mate’s existence.
Nicolono crooked his finger at the young man. He watched as that beautiful lean body walked over to him, shaking the entire way. Nicolono Stavros had always liked his meals young, but not too young. This particular beauty was special however, certainly not just because he was Nicolono’s mate. He had dark hair and a body that was made for fucking. He had met the man at a club. The beauty was dancing with an abandonment that appealed to Nicolono. He hadn’t approached him then, rather waited for a more opportune time to take what was his.
He was getting angry though, at the curse his wife had put on his poor cock. And that anger grew exponentially now that his mate was standing in front of him.
He patted his knee and the naked man sat down stiffly. Nicolono ran a hand down the man’s chest and kept a firm grip on his waist. Finally, he was able to know the one thing about his mate he hadn’t been able to learn up until now. “What’s your name, boy?”
“Jules,” his mate said, fear rolling off his tongue with each tiny bit of air he expelled.
Nicolono smiled. He’d have to reward Thomas for lifting the language barrier curse from his mate, even if the warlock couldn’t lift the erectile dysfunction curse. So many curses is wife had put on him. That woman was a menace. At least Thomas had been able to tell him what he needed to lift the one curse and give his poor cock some attention, even if he couldn’t fix it.
Warlocks did have their uses after all. Not as useful as a male witch, apparently. There were far too many warlocks in existence for them to be of use for very long, especially one that was a scared little twit like Thomas. Now a male witch was a very rare thing. There was only one in existence and Hacen had let him slip through his fingers. 
“Just relax, Jules. I would never hurt you.” Nicolono’s hand slid further down his chest and rested just under his bellybutton. The boy’s softened cock twitched just a bit despite his fear, speaking more of his youth than his pretty face did. “How old are you, boy?”
“Nineteen years old, sir,” Jules whispered out.
Nicolono was glad it was Damian and Frederick who capture Jules for him. They were the best at being persuasive without getting rough with the blood whores. Of course most of the humans who lived at the mansion came of their own freewill. It was good money after all and they could come and go as they please once Nicolono was sure they would keep their mouth shut. Jules had been captured. Nicolono had waited a couple days before sending Damian and Frederick out to find his mate and bring him home where he belonged.
“So young. I’m a hundred and eighty-seven years old.” Nicolono gave the boy a smiled when his big brown eyes rounded. “Vampires are very old creatures, Jules. To hear my wife tell it, we’re also very hard to live with.” Nicolono looked up at Hacen then. “Doesn’t Silvia say I’m impossible?”
“Yes, sir.” Hacen stood just inside the door with his hands clasped behind his back, just like the soldier he used to be, before he became part of the Stavros coven. It was because of his fighting ability that Nicolono took him on in the first place. He had shown his worth the past ten years and if he took a few liberties than Nicolono had always over looked it.

Leave It All by April Kelley
(Saint Lakes)
Publishing 10th of November 2015 by BonyDee Press
Paranormal Romance

Lucas just wanted to be a normal human being, but normal is highly over-rated.

Lucas Speck is just some guy who works at an office supply store and house sits for his snowbird parents. He’s nobody special. Or that’s what he thought before the headaches start and weird things start to happen to him. When people start chasing him his whole life gets turned upside down.

Bennett Somerset isn’t looking for complications. He already has a family that defines the words weird and crazy to perfection. Good thing they live a small town where nothing ever happens. When his brother, Forrest, comes around smelling like the most delicious thing in the world Bennett realizes his life just got a lot more complicated.


Thursday, 29 October 2015

Art Love

I thought I’d spend the day today showing off my new cover art. It’s already up on BonyDee blog, but I love it and have a spot so why not.

this story is, simply, a Contemporary BDSM M/s May/December Romance. I’m hoping to have it done by the end of the year but you won’t see it until prob the end of 2016. Maybe around Nov…

anyway, what you think???

Wednesday, 28 October 2015

From the Backlist

These are the book, probably most of them found on my GR recommended reads, because I never heard of them before, and maybe neither have you

Dudleytown by LB Gregg
(Cornwall #1)
First Published 29th of August 2010
Contemporary Suspense/Mystery Romance

College sophomore Alexander Strauss has one rule: no messing around with straight guys. Especially not his mouthwatering roommate, Shannon. When their ride share drives off the side of a mountain, the two young men find themselves deep in an uninhabited forest searching for their missing friend. Wandering the famously cursed grounds of Dudleytown, Alex figures something truly unholy must be at play, because only insanity could tempt him to break his cardinal rule

Other in the series
Simple Gifts