May 26, 2017 Prompt – Adventures with Harrison and Mason #FlashFic #FlashFictionFriday

I came across this list of writing prompts for May, 2017 on the Writer’s Write page and thought I’d give it a whirl. I’m going to try for a series of drabbles (precisely 100-word scenes) that will flow together featuring the characters from my Adventures with Harrison and Mason flash fiction story scenes.

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May 26, 2017 — Congrats

Also includes “Universally,” left in the comments of last week’s Flash Fiction Friday post.

(Mason’s 3rd-person POV)

Mason stood and glanced at Jaxon. “Okay, let’s go in.” He set his jaw and channeled Lizzy Bennett with the thought, it’s a truth universally acknowledged that a man faced with losing his independence will hold onto it with all his might.

But, they didn’t intend to strip Gramps of his freedom. He was far from helpless. But he was lonely, and more and more could use some help. Hopefully, Harrison was making headway.

Mason’s knees buckled at the sight of the huge smile on Harrison’s face. Gramps turned and winked. “Congrats, your softhearted husband finally talked me into it.”

To be continued tomorrow using ‘Hey, ho!’

All the drabbles in this series using the May, 2017 prompts can be found here (note: to read them in order, you’ll need to scroll to the bottom of the category list and read up from there).

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May 25, 2017 Prompt – Adventures with Harrison and Mason #FlashFic

I came across this list of writing prompts for May, 2017 on the Writer’s Write page and thought I’d give it a whirl. I’m going to try for a series of drabbles (precisely 100-word scenes) that will flow together featuring the characters from my Adventures with Harrison and Mason flash fiction story scenes.

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May 25, 2017 — A Toy

(Mason’s 3rd-person POV)

“Also, Gramps said you gave him too much money for just the movie and mini-golf, so he said we could go to the store and buy a toy. I got a Groot. It’s really cool.” Jaxon bounced with excitement and reached for Mason’s hand. “Come on, it’s in the kitchen. I’ll show you.”

“Hold on a bit.” Mason patted the cushion next to him on the sofa. “Daddy’s talking to Gramps. Let’s give them a few more minutes before joining them.”

“’Cause we want Gramps to come live with us, right?”

Mason nodded. “You’d like that?”

“Yeah. I love Gramps.”

To be continued tomorrow using ‘congrats.’

All the drabbles in this series using the May, 2017 prompts can be found here (note: to read them in order, you’ll need to scroll to the bottom of the category list and read up from there).

Blog Tour! GUEST POST—The Lure of Port Stephen by Sydney Blackburn #Excerpt #Giveaway

Title:  The Lure of Port Stephen

Author: Sydney Blackburn

Publisher:  NineStar Press

Release Date: May 22, 2017

Heat Level: 3 – Some Sex

Pairing: Male/Male

Length: 29900

Genre: Contemporary, sweet, blue collar, class difference, interracial, camping, fishing, coming out, Lake Erie, Canada

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Synopsis

Robbie Wales is young and starting a new job in a new town, on his own. Coming from a split family, he was raised by his mother and maternal grandparents and came out as a teen without a lot of fuss, but his father, whom he only saw infrequently, has never known. As an adult, he’s found he’s got a lot in common with his father, and they’re finally getting to know each other. He fears coming out to his father may jeopardize that.

Then he meets Raj Williams, the attractive man in the trailer next to his father’s in a seasonal RV park. Raj is handsome, sophisticated, yet loves to fish and watch silly Disney movies.

Raj finds Robbie equally interesting. But Robbie’s still in the closet, at least in Port Stephen, and Raj’s ex used that as an excuse to treat him as nothing more than a friend with benefits. He’s not interested in a repeat experience.

Robbie finally finds the courage to come out to his father, but was it all just for a summer fling?

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The Lure of Port Stephen
Sydney Blackburn © 2017
All Rights Reserved

Chapter One

Robbie Wales rented a car Saturday morning to go down to his father’s trailer in Port Stephen. Alone—because he’d just moved to St. Albans and hadn’t had the opportunity to meet someone. Like Dad and Wanda had been nagging him about.

It would help if he could actually tell them the someone he hoped to meet was a guy. His mother knew, of course. But his parents had split when he was a baby, and he hadn’t spent more than a couple weeks a year with his father until he’d moved to Woodstock for his apprenticeship training. He’d never had a boyfriend serious enough to mention. Coming out seemed too important not to do in person, but the right time never seemed to come up.

He had to come out to them soon—he was twenty-two, and the more time he spent with them, the more obvious it would be—but he was worried. What if his father rejected him just when they were finally having a real relationship? But—new job, new apartment, new city—it was time.

St. Albans was only a twenty-minute drive away from the port. He could, in theory, hang out and fish during the day and go back to town at night. It wasn’t that he didn’t like sitting around their firepit, but listening to a bunch of people his parents’ age or older wasn’t his idea of a fun time. They wouldn’t miss him.

He pulled in beside the end of his parents’ trailer, leaving room for other vehicles in case the people in the small Prowler next door had friends coming up for the weekend too. Robbie grabbed his duffel and used the keys his father had given him last year to let himself in. The water and electric were already on, and the fridge was humming softly.

He dropped the duffel and went out to retrieve the case of beer he’d brought. Hard liquor would take up less fridge space, he mused. Too bad it made him stupid. He gave the neighbouring trailer a sidelong glance. Small propane grill, decorative urns spilling jewel-tone flowers, sun shelter, and a couple of fishing rods. Retired couple, he decided. Flowers had to be a woman’s touch.

Movement on one of the boats caught his eye, and he turned just in time to see a man—literally tall, dark, and handsome—strip his T-shirt off. There was nothing erotic in the motion—guy probably didn’t even know he was being watched—but Robbie’s mouth watered all the same at the unexpected vision.

He was lean, deeply tanned, and wearing shorts that were short enough to make Robbie wish they were even shorter. Nice legs. Nice everything.

As if sensing Robbie’s stare, the guy turned his head. Robbie blushed, glad he was too far away for it to be seen, and hurried to bring in the beer. That was a sight he’d never seen here before. Was he the son of the couple in the trailer?

One way to find out. Randomly chatting to strangers was a thing here, giving Robbie an excuse. He stuck six beers in the fridge and took two of his father’s, already cold, and hastily checked his look in the mirror. His sandy-brown hair was tousled from the drive, but there were no stains on his tank or rainbow-coloured board shorts. Good. Normal. He pulled his sunglasses down over his eyes and almost forgot the beer on his way out the door.

Walking along the waterfront, he tried to appear nonchalant, though he’d never been 100 percent certain of what that meant. As he strode out onto the dock, the guy raised his head. He looked even better up close. His hair was thick, dark, begging to be ruffled… Try not to drool, Rob. He didn’t have the words to describe the guy’s mouth—full lips he’d love to kiss, a pinkish-brown colour a little lighter than his nipples. Dark hair scattered across a gorgeous dark tan. Robbie licked his lips before he realized what he was doing.

Then Tall, Dark, and Handsome’s kissable lips pulled up into a smile, and long fingers with very pale fingernails shoved the sunglasses up over his hair. “Hey.”

“Hey.” Robbie handed him a beer. “You looked thirsty. Boat trouble?” he added quickly, squatting down to eye level. Tall, Dark, and Handsome had eyelashes like a woman’s—long, feathery, soft. And his eyes were amber, a little darker than the beer he’d accepted from Robbie.

“Thanks.” He pushed a hand behind his ear, and Robbie’s tongue slipped out to swipe his lower lip again.

The handsome stranger twisted the cap off the beer and tipped the bottle to his mouth, his long throat working as he swallowed once, twice.

Robbie let his gaze slide down the deeply tanned bare chest in front of him. Gay men, in his admittedly limited experience, tended to wax their chests. Trying to match the guys on billboards and magazines, he supposed. Handsome here had a sparse triangle of dark hair from below his collarbone across pecs with more definition than he’d initially thought. Gravity pulled a trickle of sweat down the narrow bit of hair in the center of his torso, one that disappeared… Robbie forced himself to not stare as if the guy was the first steak dinner he’d seen after months of bread and water.

Tall, Dark, and Handsome was glaring at the cables he’d uncovered that led to his motor. “It pulls to the left.”

pulled his shades down, hiding his eyes. “You know much about boats? You’d think I’d learn, owning one, but goddammit, I had it in for a thorough check in St. Albans before I put it in the water.”

“I know a little more about outboards than inboards,” Robbie said truthfully, “but I’d be happy to take a look.”

TDH waved vaguely toward the open panel. “Sure. Please.”

Robbie’s heart tripped a little at getting so close to his new fantasy man, and he nearly lost his balance getting into the boat—to his embarrassment. TDH’s steadying hand was hot and dry, and Robbie nearly jumped as his cock twitched.

“Fuck,” he said, before he could stop himself. His voice was hoarse, but he hoped TDH would think he was cursing his clumsiness and not his riotous imagination.

The smile on his face seemed sly and suggestive to Robbie, but he figured that was wishful thinking on his part. He smiled back and took a swig of his beer. Down, boy, he told his overeager cock. He set his bottle in a holder and turned around, kneeling to examine the innards exposed.

“Huh. Interesting,” he said, having no idea what he was looking for.

“Isn’t it, though.”

His voice was like a caress. You’re imagining things, Robert Eliot Wales. He leaned back to sit on his ass and reached up for his beer. He froze momentarily as TDH sat on one of the pedestal seats. He could almost—but not quite—see up the leg of his shorts. Stop looking.

He forced himself to raise his gaze all the way to the other man’s face. “Tell me exactly what it’s doing?”

“When I put it under full throttle, it pulls to the left. I don’t notice it on the creek, but out on the lake this morning, it pulled so hard it almost yanked the wheel out of my hands.” He ran a hand through his hair again.

Robbie knew he was staring, but he hoped it wasn’t too obvious behind his shades.

“First time I’ve been scared on the water.”

“Sounds like your trim is out of whack. Maybe you bumped something in the creek?”

“Maybe,” he said. “It seems rather shallow this year. So I have to take it out of the water?”

“Yeah, I think so. When my dad gets here, he’ll take a look. He knows a lot more…” Geez, he sounded like a teenager. “Robbie Wales,” he said, thrusting out a hand, more dirty now than it had been twenty minutes ago.

“Raj Williams,” he said, grabbing his hand and pulling him to his feet.

Raj. That explained the great tan. Even if he still had tan lines, his bare ass was probably a gorgeous honey gold…. He shook his head. “That’s my dad’s trailer.” Robbie jerked his head. “The Golden Falcon there.”

TDH—Raj—laughed. “Tell me that’s not your dad’s name.”

“What?”

“Wayne and Wanda Wales of Woodstock.” He snickered. “Say it ain’t so.”

Robbie chuckled at the awful alliteration. “It ain’t so,” he reassured him. “Wales is my mother’s name. Dad’s is Richardson. And Wanda kept her own name, Nichols. I take it you’ve met.”

“Neighbours. Your dad is very…sociable.”

“They say in Woodstock, if you don’t know Wayne Richardson, it’s not Wayne Richardson’s fault.”

“I can believe that.”

Neighbours. So… “Which trailer’s yours?”

“This one,” he said with a pleased nod toward the Prowler. “My company started a work-from-home initiative, and I talked them into paying for my Internet to work from here, instead.”

Ah. Straight and married then. Robbie nodded, trying not to show his disappointment. “Where is home when it’s not Port Stephen?”

“Toronto.”

Robbie felt his eyes widen. “My god, you must feel like you’re in redneck country.”

Raj laughed again, a warm, rich sound that Robbie liked very much. “Kind of,” he said. “Let’s go sit in the shade. My deck’s a little iffy; carpentry isn’t my forte. Along with boat mechanics,” he added ruefully. “I can refresh your beer.”

Eh, he could still fantasize, as long as he didn’t have to watch TDH kissing his no-doubt-pretty wife. “Sure. Thanks.”

The deck, which looked like freight pallets bound together, had an outdoor rug on it and two director-style chairs. Solar LED lights were strung across the canopy. The flowers in each corner were bright primary colours, so intense they almost seemed fake. Nestled against the trailer was an electric cooler. Robbie watched those shorts get a little shorter and tighter as Raj leaned over to grab two cold bottles. To his horror, a whimper came out of his throat before he could stop it.

He cleared his throat and spun to examine one of the flowerpots. “Nice flowers.”

“Thanks. My apartment is tiny without much in the way of a balcony. But I’ve always admired those perfectly landscaped little houses on the magazine covers. Clearly, I’m not a landscaper or a designer either, but it makes me happy—those ridiculously bright flowers.”

“Oh. So you’re not married?”

Raj smiled at him, an expression that seemed full of hidden meaning. “Haven’t met the right person yet. And you? Will you be bringing someone special down to share romantic evenings on the beach?”

Robbie blushed. “No.” He’d never put Port Stephen and romantic together in his head. “So, why here?”

“The fishing. And I can have this place for five months for the same price a month’s rent would cost me in Toronto.”

Robbie opened his mouth to ask another question but frowned. “You’re not paying rent in Toronto? Are you moving here, like, permanently?”

“Hell, no. Can you imagine going all the way to Bayham just for groceries every week in the winter? Do they even have a bar that doesn’t serve a Sunday brunch?” Raj laughed.

Robbie hadn’t realized before now sound could be a thing one wanted to roll in—or lick up.

“Don’t think so,” he managed to say.

“I sublet my apartment for the season, so until October first, it’s not actually mine. I still have a place to live at the end of the season but don’t have to pay the rent. I love it here”—he gestured toward his boat, or perhaps just the water in general—“but it would be nice to meet some people under forty and over twenty.”

Robbie opened his mouth to invite Raj along with him to St. Albans some night. “You met me.” He hadn’t meant to say that, but for some reason the idea of Raj meeting someone other than him made his stomach twist.

Raj smiled. “True…”

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♡ Guest Post ♡

Where in the World

I write m/m romance in a number of different sub-genres, including fantasy and science fiction. Even in fantasy, though, I’ve sometimes used traces of real places in my settings. City of Dreams, for example is not-Paris and not 18th century.

My short story, After the Dance (in NineStar Press’s Beneath the Layers anthology) is set in a sort of alt-history early 1930s Toronto-like city. Canada was once known as the Dominion of Canada, and many businesses used Dominion in their company names.

The Lure of Port Stephen has a much more immediate inspiration–the village of Port Bruce. A hundred years ago it was an active fishing village, but today the schoolhouse is a private residence, and the village itself is sleepy, quiet. There are no convenience stores, although the Sandcastle has some sundries. The Sandcastle is one of three eateries in the port, none of which are open in the winter. (photo of Sandcastle in upcoming post!)

The beach is a provincial park, and once the season begins, a heavy mat is rolled out from the road to the waterline to make the beach accessible. Situated on Lake Erie, the waves can be pretty rough, but not quite surfing quality. The little boats of recreational fishermen (fisherpeople?) bob around like corks and there’s many stories told around campfires of great waves, the fish that were biting on the line of the guy in the next boat and the ones that got away.

There are two wineries in the area, one specializes in fruit wines and the other does traditional grape wines. Both of those were used in another story, still awaiting a final draft.

The area is also heavily settled by Mennonites, with strong Mexican roots–there’s even a store called The Mennomex that sells bolts of cloth for sewing traditional Mennonite dresses and shirts in addition to homemade salsas, tortilla chips, and fresh tamales. A story idea is in there, somewhere!

Finally, I’m working on a m/m take on the Aladdin story, set in medieval-ish Morocco. An alternate universe Morocco, I guess, since there’s magic and gods running amok. Morocco–particularly the city of Marrakech–is one of my bucket list destinations!

Meet the Author

Sydney Blackburn is a binary star system. Always a voracious reader, she began to write when she couldn’t find the stories she wanted to read. She likes candlelit dinners and long walks on the beach… Oh wait, wrong profile. She’s a snarky introvert and admits to having a past full of casual sex and dubious hookups, which she uses for her stories.

She likes word play and puns and science-y things. And green curry.

Her dislikes include talking on the phone, people trying to talk to her before she’s had coffee, and filling out the “about me” fields in social media.

Besides writing, she also designs book covers for poor people.

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May 24, 2017 Prompt – Adventures with Harrison and Mason #FlashFic

I came across this list of writing prompts for May, 2017 on the Writer’s Write page and thought I’d give it a whirl. I’m going to try for a series of drabbles (precisely 100-word scenes) that will flow together featuring the characters from my Adventures with Harrison and Mason flash fiction story scenes.

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May 24, 2017 — Can Opener

(Harrison’s 3rd-person POV)

When Harrison and Mason opened the front door, Jaxon ran out of the kitchen with a huge smile on his face. “I helped make dinner!”

“I’ll bet,” Mason said. “Daddy always says you’re such a great helper.”

“Remember, I helped bake you a rainbow birthday cake?”

“I do! It was yummy and beautiful at the same time.”

“I got to turn the crank on the can opener because Gramps’ hands hurt when he does it, but not mine.”

Mason turned sad eyes toward Harrison. Harrison nodded. “I’ll talk to him. Maybe he’s holding back, thinking he’d be intruding on us.”

To be continued tomorrow using ‘a toy.’

All the drabbles in this series using the May, 2017 prompts can be found here (note: to read them in order, you’ll need to scroll to the bottom of the category list and read up from there).

May 23, 2017 Prompt – Adventures with Harrison and Mason #FlashFic

I came across this list of writing prompts for May, 2017 on the Writer’s Write page and thought I’d give it a whirl. I’m going to try for a series of drabbles (precisely 100-word scenes) that will flow together featuring the characters from my Adventures with Harrison and Mason flash fiction story scenes.

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May 23, 2017 — Leave Me

(Harrison’s 3rd-person POV)

Harrison dropped bonelessly onto the bench in the sauna. “Best massage ever.”

“Same here,” Mason agreed. “Dude didn’t leave me with even the slightest bit of tension anywhere in my muscles.”

“I feel like a limp cat someone could throw over their shoulder.” Harrison ran his thumb across Mason’s palm. “This has been a great trip.”

“It has.” Mason lifted Harrison’s hand and kissed his fingers. “A perfect mix of family, fun, and relaxation.”

“One more day until we head home. Made any progress convincing Gramps to move in with us?”

“My hope is this afternoon with Jaxon will help.”

To be continued tomorrow using ‘can opener.’

All the drabbles in this series using the May, 2017 prompts can be found here (note: to read them in order, you’ll need to scroll to the bottom of the category list and read up from there).

May 22, 2017 Prompt – Adventures with Harrison and Mason #FlashFic

I came across this list of writing prompts for May, 2017 on the Writer’s Write page and thought I’d give it a whirl. I’m going to try for a series of drabbles (precisely 100-word scenes) that will flow together featuring the characters from my Adventures with Harrison and Mason flash fiction story scenes.

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May 22, 2017 — Booked

(Harrison’s 3rd-person POV)

“So, Jaxon’s talk about mud facials and milk baths got me thinking.” Mason plopped onto the sofa next to Harrison.

Harrison perked up and hiked his eyebrows. “Yeah? Maybe a spa day?”

“You got it.” Mason leaned in for a light kiss. “I booked us for this afternoon. I talked to Gramps. He’ll take Jaxon to see that Diary of a Wimpy Kid movie and play a round of mini-golf.”

“Awesome. I needed a relaxing day, and I imagine Gramps is thrilled at the idea of a little one-on-one with Jaxon.”

“You should’ve seen him grinning when I suggested it!”

To be continued tomorrow using ‘leave me.’

All the drabbles in this series using the May, 2017 prompts can be found here (note: to read them in order, you’ll need to scroll to the bottom of the category list and read up from there).

May 21, 2017 Prompt – Adventures with Harrison and Mason #FlashFic

I came across this list of writing prompts for May, 2017 on the Writer’s Write page and thought I’d give it a whirl. I’m going to try for a series of drabbles (precisely 100-word scenes) that will flow together featuring the characters from my Adventures with Harrison and Mason flash fiction story scenes.

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May 21, 2017 — Mud and Milk

(Harrison’s 3rd-person POV)

Harrison’s headache hadn’t entirely dissipated yet when Jaxon trotted into the kitchen. “You’ll never guess what!”

“What?” Harrison asked at the same time Mason said, “It’s not even possible to lick your own elbow?”

So of course Jaxon tried it before refocusing on his original purpose. “No. Guess what’s actually good for rubbing all over your skin.”

“Coconut oil,” Mason replied. Harrison choked back a laugh, remembering another use they’d found for the stuff.

“No!” Jaxon said. “Well, I don’t know. I mean mud and milk. So, I was thinking—”

“Not a chance, kiddo, but nice try,” Mason said.

To be continued tomorrow using ‘booked.’

All the drabbles in this series using the May, 2017 prompts can be found here (note: to read them in order, you’ll need to scroll to the bottom of the category list and read up from there).

Treadmill Week 26 & What I #amreading

Treadmill Goals:

  • Get on the treadmill (or equivalent exercise) daily
  • Pace is fine at 30 min/mile, although I may up it on occasion
  • Time range between 30 minutes and 1 hour per day
  • Distance 1-2 miles per day
  • Read the chosen book, which I won’t allow myself to read outside of my treadmill time, hopefully motivating me to reach or exceed the above goals (the only exception to this is Saturday nights, if I want to finish off a book so I can start a fresh one for the new week)

Note: Although I will try to avoid them, my daily #amreading updates may or may not contain spoilers, so read at your own risk.

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What I #amreading: A Stranger in Skoria and A Slave in Skoria by John Tristan

These are rereads. I loved the books, and it’s been a while since I’ve read them.

51fXS2GXXTLMy favorite lines this week:

  • SUNDAY: We shared a glance, like coconspirators. For a moment everything was treacherously normal. Then he reached up and touched my cheek, his mouth turning down prettily, and said, “You’re going to be all right.”
  • MONDAY: One of his crewmen—a three-eyed woman, her skin red as brick—had come to his door. He cleared his throat and pulled back from me, seeming almost embarrassed.
  • TUESDAY: Suddenly Elyn stopped and turned to glare at me. I mentally replayed the last few minutes and became aware zie had been speaking to me. I’d not heard a word. I’d been too absorbed in studying the metal tangle of the Rumor.
  • WEDNESDAY: I thought of Theo, of Helen, and the others at the library. How long would it be until they noticed I was gone? I didn’t have much of a family to speak of anymore. They might be the only ones who would notice. Where would they think I’d gone, I wondered? Well, whatever they thought they’d be wrong. I was pretty sure “alien love slave” wouldn’t be in their mental list of my possible fates.
  • THURSDAY: 😒
  • 51b3AOiM9HLFRIDAY: “Greetings!” Aedar sounded strangely cheery. One of his guns rested casually on his knee as he leaned over the rim of the boat. “Sorry to see you’ve gotten stuck. Can we help take a few things off your hands?”
  • SATURDAY: I looked up at him with a sullen frown and tried to cover why nakedness with my hands. “Yeah? Well, nice to meet you. I’m Jason Vale. Now can you tell me what the hell is going on?”

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Week 26: May 14, 2017 – May 20, 2017

DAY PACE TIME DISTANCE
Sunday  30 min/mile  30:21 min:sec  1 mile
Monday  30 min/mile  35:31 min:sec  1.1 miles
Tuesday  30 min/mile  30:34 min:sec  1 mile
Wednesday  30 min/mile  32:02 min:sec  1 mile
Thursday  30 min/mile  1-1/2 hours  Mowed, trimmed, and blew both from and back yards.
Friday  30 min/mile  31:02 min:sec  1 mile
Saturday  30 min/mile  30:22 min:sec  1 mile

May 20, 2017 Prompt – Adventures with Harrison and Mason #FlashFic

I came across this list of writing prompts for May, 2017 on the Writer’s Write page and thought I’d give it a whirl. I’m going to try for a series of drabbles (precisely 100-word scenes) that will flow together featuring the characters from my Adventures with Harrison and Mason flash fiction story scenes.

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May 20, 2017 — Tainted

(Mason’s 3rd-person POV)

Mason grinned as Jaxon danced around the living room to the 80s tunes Gramps had on the radio. Thankfully with better rhythm than Harrison, but unfortunately to the reverberating beat of ‘Tainted Love.’ At least it wasn’t so loud he couldn’t hear Harrison’s groan coming from the other room.

Joining his husband in the kitchen, Mason set a glass of water in front of where the man rested his head on folded arms. Mason ran his fingers through Harrison’s hair. “Headache?”

Harrison took a long drink of water before turning to Mason. “Please tell me I didn’t send that email.”

To be continued tomorrow using ‘mud and milk.’

All the drabbles in this series using the May, 2017 prompts can be found here (note: to read them in order, you’ll need to scroll to the bottom of the category list and read up from there).

#RainbowSnippets May 20, 2017 – Cultivating Love

I’ve joined the Rainbow Snippets group on Facebook. From their description: “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!).” Pretty cool, eh? Don’t forget to “Like” my Facebook page and/or my Facebook profile while you’re over there checking out this fantastic group!

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On June 24th I’ll be releasing a rewritten and expanded 2nd edition of Cultivating Love at JMS Books, LLC (You can still get the 1st edition through Loose ID probably through June 8 or 9). This snippet is from one of the new scenes that takes place about 1/3 of the way into the story and picks up where I left off last week. It’s unedited at this point, and is told from Ed’s 3rd-person POV. For those familiar with the story, this bit takes place on Ed’s way back home after his first encounter with Stan at the Farm & Feed store:

Presumably, his father had traveled this road frequently. Had he used the motorcycle often? Often enough to be familiar with the terrain from that perspective—to be aware of things that might not stand out when driving a large pickup truck? How big would a hole need to be to cause a motorcycle to wipe out? Hell, there could have been any number of factors. Distracted by a cat, a dog, a rabbit—whatever. He could have been daydreaming rather than paying as close attention as he should have done. There didn’t necessarily need to have been a hole at all.


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A man of few words, Joe is a hard-working farmhand who likes his simple, uncomplicated life. Ed is satisfied with his existence as an auto mechanic, but thrilled when an unexpected development in his life allows him to help Joe realize a dream.

It forces them, however, to reevaluate the casual, undefined nature of their relationship. They’re too macho to speak of love, and neither would acknowledge he doesn’t really mind when it’s his turn to bottom. When life throws them a curve ball, and the rules of their game get old, Ed tries to take every aspect of their relationship up a notch. Can Joe adapt to the open sentimentality Ed’s injecting into their relationship, let alone the new spice in their bedroom activities?

This is a previously published story that has been rewritten, expanded, and re-edited.

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Rainbow Snippets

Release Blitz! Lace by K.C. Wells #Giveaway

Buy Links: Amazon US | Amazon UK

Cover: Meredith Russell

Length: 24,400 words

Blurb

When Shawn’s best mate Dave breaks up with his girlfriend, Shawn tries not to get his hopes up. After all, Dave’s still straight, right? Wrong. Dave reveals he’s bisexual, and that pounding you hear is Shawn’s heart. He’s loved Dave for so long, but he’s not about to jeopardize their friendship by telling Dave how he really feels.

But when Dave discovers Shawn’s little kink, it opens up a whole new chapter for the two friends. Except Shawn can’t help but worry – if there was no kink, would Dave be there? And is Shawn brave enough to find out?

A standalone short story of lust, lace – and love…

Author Bio

Born and raised in the north-west of England, K.C. WELLS always loved writing. Words were important. Full stop. However, when childhood gave way to adulthood, the writing ceased, as life got in the way. K.C. discovered erotic fiction in 2009, when the purchase of a ménage storyline led to the startling discovery that reading about men in love was damn hot. In 2012, arriving at a really low point in life led to the desperate need to do something creative. An even bigger discovery waited in the wings—writing about men in love was even hotter….

K.C. now writes full-time and is loving every minute of her new career. The laptop still has no idea of what hit it… it only knows that it wants a rest, please. And it now has to get used to the idea that where K.C goes, it goes.

And as for those men in love that she writes about? The list of stories just waiting to be written is getting longer… and longer….

K.C. loves to hear from readers.

E-mail: k.c.wells@btinternet.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/KCWellsWorld

Twitter: @K_C_Wells

Website: http://www.kcwellsworld.com

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