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Sunday, May 31, 2020

Sneak Peek Sunday

Today I'm doing a sneak peek of my June release - Stephen, book one of the the BOY ISO series.

Look for the cover reveal tomorrow!

The excerpt is still raw, so please excuse any errors and look for the book on June 23, pre-order coming soon!

BOY ISO book 1

Bad boy ISO someone to make me behave. Punishments welcome. Strict Daddy Dom necessary. Will consider a pair.

When Champ reads the ad on the internet, the dragon shifter is immediately intrigued and contacts the boy who wrote it. When a quick phone conversation leads to the boy sharing his address, Champ heads over, unhappy that a boy would not only leave his phone number on the internet, but then just give out his address. When he knocks on the door, he’s ready to show this boy exactly what kind of punishments he can meet out.

Stephen would like to be a boy, but he’s been burned, and badly, in the past, so he’s not in the lifestyle anymore. All that changes when he answers the door and meets Champ. It doesn’t matter that Champ was expecting to meet Stephen’s roommate Marc, the big Daddy falls for Stephen immediately and insists that while there was an initial mix-up, Stephen is the one he’s actually there for

Patience, kink, and confidence may not be enough for this Daddy to win his boy over, but add in the magic of love and dragons and it’s a whole other story.


Chapter One

Bad boy ISO someone to make me behave. Punishments welcome. Strict Daddy Dom necessary. Will consider a pair.

Champagne purred as he read the ad, his prick taking notice. Oh yes, he was a strict Daddy and this boy sounded like a wonderful diversion. 

Bernoise raised an eyebrow and grunted at him. “What’s gotten your attention?”

Champ shook his head. “Nothing.” This one was his. Berny and France could find their own bad boy to punish. 

“You know I don’t believe you.”

He shrugged as he pocketed his phone. “That’s your prerogative.” He headed out of the penthouse apartment, and only looked at his phone again once he was in the elevator on the way down.

There was a phone number with the ad, so he called it.

It took a few rings, but then he heard a curious, “Hello?”

“This is your Daddy, boy.”

“Oh, fuck me. Seriously?”

Yes, and he wasn’t going to allow cursing, and he was going to blister his boy’s ass for putting his phone number online.

“Language, boy. I’m on my way over—I need your address.” He waited for his boy to suggest meeting somewhere and not just giving a total stranger his number .

“It’s 41904 Linc Avenue, apartment 8A .”

Son of a bitch, his boy wasn’t going to sit for a week. “I’ll be there in fifteen.” He cut the call off and stepped off the elevator, pulling up his Uber app. 

His phone rang, but he didn’t answer. He was going to go get this boy and show him strict punishments.

It was ridiculous. No safeword, no names, just here’s my home address, person I don’t know from Adam. Very strict punishments.

His car arrived in a few moments and he got in, sat back, planning how he was going to start. 
His boy obviously needed the firm hand he was asking for. He would introduce himself and find out what the hell the boy was thinking.

He arrived at the building that housed his boy, still worked up over the lack of care for his own safety this boy was taking. It made him glower and grumble. He took the elevator to the fourth floor, then went right, and there he was in front of 8A. He knocked firmly.

“Hold up! I’m coming!” The door opened, and a gorgeous young man, with copper hair, one light blue eye, one dark brown, appeared. “Can I help you?”

Time stopped. It simply stopped, and the glow around this man began to  pulse, calling to him.

Growling, he stepped in, staring. “Daddy’s here, boy.” 

“I—are you looking for Marc?” 

No. No, he was looking for this boy. His boy.

“Nope. You’re my boy—Daddy’s here. I just need your safeword.” 

“My safeword?   But I don’t know you…” The boy stepped away. “I don’t think you’re looking for me. I think you’re looking for my roommate, Marc. I’m Stephen.”

He wasn’t interested in any Marc. This was his boy. “I’m looking for you, boy. I’m Champagne and you can call me Daddy. Are you telling me you don’t have a safeword?”

“I used to. Not for a long time. I’m not a player anymore.”

“No, I’m not playing. Tell me your safeword.” This wasn’t some silly boy. This was his boy. 

“Bubbles.” Stephen stood and stared at him, and he could feel energy pulling them together.

“Bubbles it is. You didn’t put in an ad online, did you?” He knew the answer was no. It made him want to snarl, that this Marc would act so dangerously and then duck out, leave Stephen alone to face the consequences. 

“An ad? For what? I’m telling you, man, you’re looking for Marc.”

“I was looking for Marc, but then I found you.” Such a lovely boy, and the glow around him warmed Champ all the way to his bones.

“You don’t even know if I do guys…” Stephen was pouring pheromones, curiosity and hunger thick on the air.

“Boy, you are screaming for me with every inch of your body.” He knew Stephen could feel the pull—it would be impossible not to.

“I don’t even know you. You just showed up here.” Stephen groaned softly, cock tenting his soft pants. “Maybe…...maybe we could have coffee?”

“I was about to suggest that. Maybe something sweet to go with it, hmm?” He wanted to lick sugar from Stephen’s lips.

“Let me get dressed. Can I meet you at the Second Cup next door? Then we can talk.”

He didn’t want to leave without his boy, but he trusted that Stephen was a boy of his word. Besides, he knew where Stephen lived. And while he’d come in loaded for a spanking to teach the advertiser a message, this was clearly not the boy in question. 

“What can I get for you?” He liked the white hot chocolate at Second Cup himself.

“Can I please have a white chocolate latte? I’ll be ten minutes, tops.”

“See you there.” He stepped back and let Stephen close the door, watching the glow of his boy until it was entirely cut off. Wow. That was… amazing. He couldn’t wait to start a relationship with his boy.
There was no doubt that this one was his. None.

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Friday, May 29, 2020

Dragon Books on Sale!

You've still got a couple of days to pick up the following Dragon books, all on sale until end of day May 31. They are all 99 cents except for Seduced by the Tide!

A Private Hunger

What happens when you find out the man you’re in love with is actually a dragon?

Matthew is taking a break before going to university, working at a cafe in Seattle. He expects to spend a few months meeting people, having fun and generally living it up before hitting the books. Then he meets Drakon, a passionate, masculine man with an animal magnetism that draws Matthew in.

As Matthew moves in with Drakon on his country estate and slowly finds himself cut off from the world around him, he begins to wonder if that animal magnetism is more literal than figurative and if Drakon would be more aptly named Dragon.

Will Matthew stay with the man he’s growing to love once he discovers Drakon’s long-lived, carefully guarded secret?

Originally released by other publishers.

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Blowing Smoke

Do dragons have soul mates?

Brinley Adams is pleased to get a job as assistant to elusive and reclusive billionaire Lindrom Drage. That the job requires him to live in the man’s home in the country is only a bonus. While he’s not exactly running away, he’s trying to leave behind a crazy, stalking ex, and Drage’s isolated home might be just the place to hide.

Lindrom Drage, known at home as Dragon, just wants an assistant who works out for longer than a month or two. He’s already gone through several in the last year, and he wants someone who can do the job and put up with his refusal to deal with anything that takes him out of his home. But when he meets Brin, he suddenly wants so much more than just a work assistant.

Brin doesn’t know his boss is actually a dragon. The trick is going to be convincing Brin that neither of them is crazy, and that not only are dragons real, so are soul mates.

This book is a reprint. The publisher has changed.

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Flying With Dragons

Having annoyed the council, Grunk is assigned the job of Director of Human/Dragon Relations. Unfortunately for Grunk, he hates the city, he'd rather be in his dragon form than his human one, and he already hates the job even though it’s only his first day.

Then he meets his assistant, Kyfan, and he's instantly smitten. When he finds out that Kyfan has never really flown and rarely spends any time in his dragon form, Grunk is shocked and insists on changing that, immediately. After all, flying with the lovely Kyfan's way better than sitting behind his desk in his office.

It turns out that Kyfan is a lovely little dragon and once they've flown together, Grunk knows that they share a bond and he prepares to make his claim. The fact that it's going to annoy the council is only a bonus.

Originally released with another publisher.

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Healing Fire

What will it take for a dragon prince to defy his father and fly on his own?

Prince Jules, the least favorite of the Dragon King's children, lives simply, banished to his rooms and the amazing adventures found in his books. He has never left the palace or shifted into his dragon form…he's never done anything.

Dragon shifter Lem is assigned to Jules as the prince's new bodyguard, and is determined to keep Jules safe from the Graithen, who killed the prince’s previous guardian. Lem grows to hate how the King hides Jules away, and longs to show him how to fly. His love for Jules also grows but it is forbidden, like so much in Jules' life.

When the Graithen attack again, though, everything changes.

This book is a reprint. The publisher has changed.

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Branded by Flames

Meet the Beteferoce brothers. Five dragon shifters, each with a strong elemental power. And each with a fierce desire to find his soul mate

For years, dragon-shifter-slash-firefighter Jake has been searching for his mate, but he's beginning to tire of the search. Maybe soul mates are only for the lucky few.

Then he meets Shae.

A former navy welder, Shae is handsome, talented, into power play and rough sex, and covered in dragon tattoos. All of this suits the shape-shifting dragon just fine-until he finds out that Shae literally has Jake's family crest already tattooed on him. A coincidence? Or something more…

Jake must convince Shae to trust him as a man and as a Dom before the heat between them burns out of control. Becoming a dragon's mate is not without danger, and Shae will need Jake's guidance-and love-if he's going to make it through alive.

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Seduced by the Tide

Meet the Beteferoce brothers. Five dragon shifters, each with a strong elemental power. And each with a fierce desire to find his soul mate…

Deke has yet to meet a man who gives him a rush. Coast Guard rescue has kept the dragon shifter busy, but there’s no harder work than finding a mate. Then comes Bryan. Bearded and inked, the personal trainer turned mechanic smells of grease, sweat and red meat. How irresistibly human can you get? And when it comes to hot, slamming sex, they’re the perfect fit. Now all Deke has to do is to tell Bryan what he really is, and what he has planned for them.

Bryan has never met anyone like Deke, a consuming lover with a body so arousing it damn near hurts. And he knows how to use every inch of it. Yet he can’t shake the feeling that Deke is hiding something. Just not this—the stud he’s falling for is a centuries-old dragon who has marked him as a mate.

Bryan has to admit that something inside him is changing. For the first time ever, he’s satisfied, body and soul. If Deke really is telling the truth, this could be his destiny—if he’s ready to face it.

Book two in the Dragon Soul series 

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Tuesday, May 12, 2020

Top Ten Tuesday

If you have suggestions for top ten lists, please let me know or I'll wind up doing stuff like today's top ten favorite articles of clothing to wear

Top Ten Favorite Articles of Clothing To Wear (in no particular order)

  1. pyjamas - the softer the better, but not too warm - I love to lounge in them
  2. hoodie - again, the softer the better, I prefer 'em a little oversize and with a zipper up front.I have one I got in Texas when visiting BA and the zipper is now broken, but it's still wonderful to wear.
  3. hats - I have to wear a hat in the sun or I get sunstroke, so I have a lot. A lot. The one I wear when walking in the summer is like the one to the right only purple. But I tend to buy ball caps as souvenirs whenever I go anywhere.
  4. leggings - softer the better (sensing a theme?) and I don't like them too tight, but I prefer them to any other kind of pants
  5. t-shirt - you guessed it, I like them soft, and I hate it if the collar is small and touches my throat. I like v-necks a lot because of this.
  6. sleeveless t-shirts - soft, cool, the best thing for summer
  7. shawls - I have a couple I like for when it's cool in the house or cooler but not cold outside
  8. sweater - I don't wear one often, but in the evening in spring and fall if I'm outside, they're great - I have a jack skelington one that goes to halfway down to my knees and it's gotten softer as it's been washed.
  9. flip-flops - not the kind that separates the little toes from the big toe - I hate those, but the ones that have a strap across the top of your foot. There's these ones that are cushiony and super comfy and I wear them year round in the house (I have diabetes and have to be careful of my feet)
  10. Okay, so there isn't actually ten. Honestly, I like my clothes comfy and easy to wear and while I will wear dresses and socks and shoes and whatnot when I have to, I don't particularly enjoy wearing any of them. 

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Monday, May 11, 2020

Movie Monday

We were going to watch the three new Planet of the Apes moies, but it turns out none of them are available on the numerous streaming services that we have and I wasn't going to pay 14.99 for a movie that I have on blu-ray somewhere in the house. And yes, we were too lazy to go find the physical blu-rays!

Instead I'll share the three series that we binged over the last week.

Black Summer
Into the Night


Black Summer is a zombie show that is very intense. It follows about half a dozen people trying to make it from a suburb to a stadium downtown where the healthy are supposedly being airlifted out to safety. The main female hero put her daughter on a truck taking people there but wasn't able to go with her, so she's extremely motivated to get there to reunite with her girl. They pick people up along the way, and lose people along the way as well. The whole thing is like one long movie, and it's extremely intense. One episode in particular had me on the edge of my chair the entire time between the music and the situation. As always, it's the people and not the zombies who are the most horrific part of the show. If you like zombie stuff, I definitely recommend this one. And it ends in a good place, but I think there's another season coming as well.

Upload is a short series - ten episodes iirc but they are all about a half hour. It's funny and sweet and has a mystery as well. It's very easy to binge and we watched it in a couple of evenings. Lots of characters, most of whom are just a little crazy at the very least. This one does end on a cliffhanger and I really hope that they do another season! Lots of fun and I'd recommend it.

Into the Night is a Belgium production and it's intense and facinating, and the hubby who constantly bitches about shows who have science based stuff in them, was very pleased because every grumble or question he had, wound up being addressed. This is another one that feels more like a very long movie instead of episodes, so another one easy to binge - it was our weekend viewing. Very character driven and they were all very interesting and the acting was superb. The last one ends in a good place, but again totally open to another season, which I hope happens. I highly recommend this one.

Happy Monday all!
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Sunday, May 10, 2020

Happy Mother's Day to all those in the role of 'Mother"

So with families having far more different make-ups than a man, a woman and kids these days, there are so many different people who are the 'mother'. Maybe you are a traditional mother. Maybe you're a single mother. Maybe you're a father who also fills the role of mother, maybe you're the mother of your friends group. Maybe you're the mom of your office. So for anyone who considers themselves a mother - Happy Mother's Day to you!

The Mannies books all feature single dads and mannies, and I have a number of other books with families with two fathers. Here's an easy to access list.

Mannies Incorporated
Amazon or Kobo 

A Family of His Own
Amazon or Kobo

And Manny Makes Seven
Amazon or Kobo

Three To Get Ready
Amazon or Kobo

Making it Work
Amazon or Kobo

Family Portrait
Amazon or Kobo

Composing a Family
Amazon or Kobo

Stress and the Modern Dad
Amazon or Kobo

First Steps
Amazon or Kobo

Daddy Needs a Date
Amazon or Kobo

Daddy, Daddy and Me
Amazon or Kobo

Unlikely Hero
Amazon or Kobo

Add Love and Mix
Amazon or Kobo

Of Love
Amazon - Kobo coming soon!

Amazon or Kobo

Happy Mother's Day!
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Saturday, May 9, 2020

Smutterday - Unlikely Hero

As promised, here is a smutty excerpt of Unlikely Hero, which is back up on Kobo and Amazon.

Unlikely Hero

When his three-year-old daughter is kidnapped, Eric Wilson doesn’t have many options, and time is running out. With nowhere else to turn, he reaches out to his ex, influential businessman Brock Vencenza, whose money and contacts might be able to save Josie.

Brock never got over Eric’s loss, and he’s more than willing to help when Eric needs him most. Together with law enforcement and private security, they embark on a twisting investigation to find the little girl—and who wants to hurt her and destroy both men in the process. Under the circumstances, confessing he still has feelings for Eric would be inappropriate, but Brock can’t deny what’s in his heart. He doesn’t know if their love can be rekindled or if he can even protect Eric and Josie. But one thing is certain: Brock’s determined to be the hero in reality that he is in Eric’s eyes.

Originally released by other publishers.

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Smutty Excerpt

He surprised himself, and probably Eric, too, by kissing him on the mouth. Eric’s lips were as soft, as warm as he remembered from earlier, that body lean and angular where it pressed against him. Groaning, he deepened the kiss; his tongue slipped into Eric’s mouth. He felt Eric’s moan as well as heard it, Eric’s tongue sliding against his own.

Need surged through his body, sudden and unexpected. Brock groaned and slid his hand around Eric’s head, fingers tangling in the raw silk of that soft hair. Eric’s hand slipped up his arms, wrapped around his shoulders. It felt good. Really good.

He kept kissing Eric, not wanting to think, just feel and enjoy this moment. He could feel Eric’s cock, full, pressed against his thigh, a hot bulge in the soft slacks. He wasn’t sure if this was a good idea. Hell, he wasn’t sure Eric was even up for this.

He didn’t stop, though. He just let himself get lost in Eric’s mouth.

“Take me to bed. Touch me. Please.”

“Anything you want, baby.” He meant it, too. He’d do anything for Eric.

He leaned them back onto the bed, fingers searching for skin. Eric wrapped around him, the low hum filling his lips. He found the hem on Eric’s shirt and slowly pushed it up, his fingertips moving over skin.

Eric was soft, smooth, warm under his fingertips. So good. Then his fingers hit the scars. A surge of anger went through him, and his fingers curled into fists.

“Hey, they’re kinda hot, huh?” Eric pulled back, gave him a wan, worried smile.

He chuckled and leaned in to kiss Eric. “Once that kid is locked up, then they’ll be hot.”


He sobered and met Eric’s eyes. “I do.”

“Okay.” Eric took his hand, pressed it flat against that taut belly.

“You want me to make love to you?” He would. He wanted to.

“Only if you want it, too. If you don’t, I’ll just rest close.”

“As long as I won’t hurt you, I want it, too.”

“Then love me, Brock. I… I haven’t.” Eric pushed close, lips pressing against his.

He deepened the kiss immediately, tongue sliding into Eric’s mouth, tasting salt. Eric moaned, fingers pushing into his hair and dragging him in closer. He was careful, not rolling Eric beneath him, but kissing with growing passion.

Eric wasn’t as careful; those fingers opened buttons and pushed to touch his skin, to touch him. He groaned, arching into the little strokes and pinches.

“I want you. All of you. God, you’re still so fine….” Eric’s voice trailed off.

“I don’t want to hurt you. Maybe we should just jack each other off.”

“Let me taste you.”

Oh fuck, he wasn’t going to say no to that; he wasn’t sure he could. “Okay.”

Eric slid down, lips soft and hot on his chest, on his belly. Around the tip of his cock.

“Baby. God.” His hands found Eric’s head again, fingers catching in Eric’s hair.

“You still smell so good.” Eric opened, tongue sliding over his skin. The things that came out of Eric’s mouth.

He spread his legs restlessly.

“Mmm-hmm.” Fingers dragged up along his inner thighs, pressing in deep.

“I forgot how good you are at this.” Only he hadn’t. Not really.

“I like it.”

He hadn’t forgotten that. “It’s good from this end, too.”

Eric groaned, cheek sliding against his cock, the stubble there barely rasping.

“Please.” He whimpered, hips jerking.

“Yeah….” Eric’s lips were perfect—hot and wet and tight and perfect. He looked down his body, watching in amazement and pleasure as Eric’s head bobbed. He’d thought he’d never see that sight again.

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Thursday, May 7, 2020

Throwback Thursday

Some years back I started a new series called The Kennel Klub about a BDSM club where men could come and be matched up with shifter subs. I did two books in the series and the publisher stopped paying then closed down (a more and more familiar story and why I now self-publish almost exclusively!)

Anyway. The two books are now self-published. They've been on Amazon for a while, but have just been added to Kobo.

Brush and Whip

The Kennel Klub takes pride in matching dominant shifters with the perfect mate. Theo Brundy is looking for just that: someone to pleasure, to love, to take care of. Having lived most of his life forced into his were form by the cruel man who killed his parents, Theo uses his human form as a shield, both physically and emotionally. No one can hurt him if he's human.

Drew hasn't shifted in more than a year. After spending his life serving a cruel alpha, he was cast aside when the alpha married another. Drew has found that it's easier to protect himself if he's a wolf. A sub at heart, Drew is both apprehensive and desirous of the idea of losing control.

Can these two men find what they need in each other, both in bed and out of it?

Previously released by another publisher.

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Pack and Mate

New to the city, Finn never dreamed he’d have a mate of his own, especially not one found at the Kennel Klub, where spankings are optional.

Sweet beta werewolf Finn is at a party for his cousin’s collaring when he first meets Cort. It’s just too bad Finn has to leave with his twin brother and packmates before the two can really connect.

Cort, Alpha male all the way, is immediately drawn to Finn and knows the sweet pup is his mate and he’s ready to do whatever it takes to find Finn again. Once he does, is he going to be able to convince Finn that they belong together? Or will Finn’s family commitments keep them apart?

Previously released by another publisher.

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Wednesday, May 6, 2020

Book Day Wednesday

I put Unlikely Hero back up on Kobo and Amazon - and it finally turned up on Amazon! So yay!

Unlikely Hero was a lot of fun to write, between the kidnapping, the former lovers, the kid, the hurt/comfort, it's got a little bit of everything in it! There's an excerpt below, and I'll do a smutty excerpt from it on Saturday :)

Unlikely Hero

When his three-year-old daughter is kidnapped, Eric Wilson doesn’t have many options, and time is running out. With nowhere else to turn, he reaches out to his ex, influential businessman Brock Vencenza, whose money and contacts might be able to save Josie.

Brock never got over Eric’s loss, and he’s more than willing to help when Eric needs him most. Together with law enforcement and private security, they embark on a twisting investigation to find the little girl—and who wants to hurt her and destroy both men in the process. Under the circumstances, confessing he still has feelings for Eric would be inappropriate, but Brock can’t deny what’s in his heart. He doesn’t know if their love can be rekindled or if he can even protect Eric and Josie. But one thing is certain: Brock’s determined to be the hero in reality that he is in Eric’s eyes.

Originally released by other publishers.

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BROCK VENCENZA glad-handed the board members, smiling and nodding, making all the right noises. He just had to wrap this up and then he was off to the Cayman Islands for some richly deserved R & R. Deep-sea fishing, baby.

He saw the last concerned stockholder out the door and headed for his desk, closed down his computer, and tossed a few files into the in-box for Stephanie.

Speak of an angel; his intercom buzzed, Stephanie’s voice coming next. “Brock, there’s an Eric on the phone, says he has to talk to you. He won’t even give me his last name, sir.”

Brock frowned. Eric? Now there was a name he hadn’t heard in a while. Years. A lot of years. Enough years that it couldn’t be the Eric his mind had automatically pulled up.

“It’s probably just a salesman, Steph. Tell him I’m on vacation.” His yacht was calling to him. Calling.

“I already did. Brock, he sounds too upset to be a salesman.”

Brock growled. “Fine. Put him through.” Steph was getting soft if she couldn’t put off a nuisance call. He pressed the button for the outgoing line and barked out his name.

“Brock? Brock, it’s me. Please, love. I need help.” It was his Eric—his silly, goofy, soft-hearted, ridiculously idealistic to the point of absolute fucking madness Eric—with hysteria in his voice.

It might have been nine years and Eric might have dumped his ass hard, but Brock didn’t even hesitate. “What do you need?”

“Help. Someone’s kidnapped my daughter.”

Brock stood and grabbed his briefcase. “Where are you?”

“I’m downstairs. The security guard wouldn’t let me in. Please, Brock. Josie’s only three. She’s got to be so scared.”

“Don’t move. I’m on my way.” He hung up the phone and nodded to Steph as he passed her desk on the way to the elevators. “I’m off. You know the cell number if there’s an emergency.”

“Have fun, Brock.”

He nodded to her again as the elevator came.

Two minutes later he was in the lobby, scanning it for his ex. God, nine years. That was a lot of fucking water under bridges that were long ago burned.

Eric Wilson stood there, looking completely out of place in the glass and steel modernity of the lobby, reminding Brock oddly of the Scarecrow from Oz—still as skinny as always, dressed in a button-down, a pair of khakis, a ball cap. Jesus. The man had no fashion sense and was all arms and legs and nose and huge blue eyes and…. Right. Zero fashion sense.


And he looked like he was stressed to the gills.


“Brock.” Eric ran over to him, face drawn, eyes shining. “Thank you. I’m sorry. I just… I didn’t know where else to go.”

He put an arm around Eric’s lean shoulders and pulled him in for a quick, hard hug. “No problem, baby.” He drew Eric into a quiet corner. “Have you called the cops?”

“No. No, the note said they’d kill her. I just… it’s been almost two hours.” Liquid baby blues stared at him, pupils huge.

“You have the note?”

“I do.” Shaking fingers handed it over, the words already smeared with sweat.

We have your dotter, fag. We want $100,000 or she dies. We’ll call at 7. Have $$ redy. Dont call the cops or she dies.

“Okay, you need a scotch.” Or a Valium. Maybe both. “Come on.” He grabbed Eric’s arm and led him out to the parking lot where his Lexus waited.

“What—what do I do? I don’t….” Eric walked beside him, staying close. “God, if something happens to her, I’ll never forgive myself.”

Brock opened the passenger door for Eric and then went around and got into the driver’s side. “We get you a drink. We pick up the money. We get my people on it.” He unlocked his cell phone and dialed the number for the company that did his security. He was friends with the owner; Gordon was a good man.

Eric clicked his seat belt on, reaching for his wallet.

Brock looked at him. “What are you doing?” Before Eric could answer, a cool woman’s voice said, “Bidden Security, how may I direct your call?”

“Anita? This is Brock Vencenza. I need to speak to Gordon. It’s an emergency.”

“Of course, Mr. Vencenza. Right away.”

The line went quiet, and then Eric handed over a picture of a beautiful, laughing little Chinese girl. “This is her, about a month ago.”

He handed the picture back and squeezed Eric’s hand. “It’s going to be okay, baby. We’re going to get her back.”

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Saturday, May 2, 2020

Smutterday - Daddy, Daddy, and Me

As promised, here is a smutty excerpt of Daddy, Daddy and Me.

Daddy, Daddy and Me

When Jeff agreed to be the sperm donor to his best friend Beth, he never expected a tragedy to leave his newborn and three-year-old motherless. Beth’s loss has totally thrown his life into chaos: his lover has left him, his house isn’t anywhere near childproof, and his boss feels the restaurant has been patient enough with Jeff’s time off.

Donny has always known he wanted to work with kids, and he just finished his degree in early childhood education. He didn’t count on the prejudice he’d face as not only a male nanny, but a gay one at that. Job-hunting has been frustrating to say the least, so when he knocks on Jeff’s door and is greeted by the sounds of things breaking and a pair of screaming children, he thinks maybe he can begin this particular interview with a trial by fire.

Becoming the nanny to Jeff’s children might be a dream come true for Danny and exactly what Jeff needs, but are either of them ready to really be a family?

Originally released by other publishers

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They settled at the table, next to each other, leaving the door open so they could still hear the kids if they woke up.

Don made happy noises as he ate—he always let Jeff know his cooking was appreciated, even if it was just something simple like a bacon sandwich.

Jeff found himself watching, enjoying Don, who sucked on one of his fingers, licking it clean. Jeff moaned, then buried his face in his sausage.

Don frowned at him. “You okay?”

“Yeah. Fine.” He took a big bite.

Don shrugged and went back to eating, including some more finger licking when he was done demolishing the food and ran his fingers through the leftover syrup on his plate.

Jeff was going to fucking die. He had to go find someone and get laid.

Don looked over and smiled. “Thanks—this was awesome.”

He tried to answer, but his mouth was dry, so he cleared his throat. “You’re welcome.”

Don’s gaze lingered, his smile slowly fading as he stared.

“I….” Oh fuck. Oh fuck, he wanted.

“Yeah.” Don licked his lips. “You’re… you’re fucking gorgeous, man.”

“I want to kiss you.” The ache in his belly wasn’t getting better. “It’s a bad fucking idea, but I do.”

Don bit his lower lip. “Oh God. That’s what I want too.”

“We shouldn’t.” He reached out, tugged Don’s lip from his teeth.

“No, we shouldn’t.” Don’s lips surrounded Jeff’s fingertip.

Jeff’s knees got weak. Oh fuck….

Don’s eyelids dropped to half-closed, his teeth scraping along Jeff’s finger before letting go. “Wrong, huh?”

“Uh-huh.” He leaned forward, brought their faces closer together.

“So we shouldn’t do this?” Don’s lips touched his, the gentle kiss sparking brightly.

“No.” He wrapped one hand around Don’s nape and tugged them together. This kiss was less gentle, more about learning if that chemistry was real or merely late-night maple syrup.

Don’s lips parted beneath his, the electricity between them sudden and undeniable. Jeff slipped his tongue into Don’s mouth, the tip touching Don’s before he drew it out and used it to trace the curve of that soft bottom lip.

Don’s groan filled his mouth as a soft hand landed on his shoulder and Don’s fingers curled on his skin. Jeff scooted forward, deepening the kiss, letting his tongue press deeper. Don’s other hand landed on Jeff’s head, gripping his hair as Don opened right up to him.

Fuck. He’d never once have imagined sweet, gentle Don as this… needy, forward man. It was hot as hell, and he met that passion head-on.

Don moved out of his chair, kneeled in front of Jeff, and pressed close as the kisses deepened even further. Oh thank God. Those chairs weren’t going to hold both of them. Jeff wrapped his arms around Don, gathering the slim body close.

He could feel Don’s cock pressing against his belly through their clothes, the heat and hardness confirming what the kisses were telling him. His body was equally as hard, as interested, as desirous.

Don fed him a needy, hungry little noise, body humping against his.

“Want you.” Jeff groaned the word against those soft lips as he reached down, cupped that lovely cock.

“Oh damn.” Don bucked into his touch, the words hardly more than needful whimpers.

Jeff pushed his fingers into the loose sweats Don wore, wrapped his fingers around Don’s erection, and started tugging, yanking in steady, sure pulls.

“Oh God.” Don’s breath stuttered, his whole body going tight for a moment. Then he moaned softly and began to move, pushing into Jeff’s hand.

That was it. Like that. Jeff wanted to feel that.

One hand still wrapped in his hair, the other clinging to his shoulder, Don kept moving, undulating, and filling Jeff’s mouth with gasps and excited moans. Jeff watched every second, drank in the need and hunger on Don’s face. He could…. Damn.

“Oh please. Oh. Soon. Jeff….” The words were breathless.

“You’re okay. Come on. So hot, Don.”

“Fuck!” Don’s eyes went wide, and hot spunk poured over Jeff’s hand.

He mashed their lips together again, this kiss long and slow; the only thing keeping it from being lazy was his need. Don’s hands fumbled at his waist, finding and undoing the ties to his chefs’ whites.

“Oh damn.” He spread, nodded. “Yes, please.”

Don pushed Jeff’s pants down, went for his cock, and got a hand around it. “Oh wow. Can I taste?”

All Jeff could do was groan as his ass lifted from the chair in a restless little thrust. “Uh-huh.”

Don bent over him, tongue flicking out to lick across the tip of his prick.

“Don!” The chair arms squeaked as his hands clenched.

Don’s answer was to wrap hot lips around the head, the suction sudden and oh so good. Jeff’s head fell back, his throat working as he pushed up, fucked Don’s lips. Don took him in, hand at the base of his cock to jack it as Don’s tongue licked and slapped. Jesus, Don was good at that. Too good. Brutally good.

Don kept sucking, kept pulling, making Jeff feel like a million bucks, like he was fucking going to explode. His balls drew up tight, his heart skipping a beat. Don hummed, letting go of Jeff’s cock so he could push all the way into Don’s throat.

That was all it took. Jeff shot hard, thrusting into Don’s mouth. Don swallowed him down, tongue busy making sure Jeff got as much out of this orgasm as humanly possible.

By the time Don’s lips left his cock, he was panting, sweating, boneless in the chair. Don stayed kneeling in front of him, head on his thigh.

“I. Wow. Damn.” His world was spinning.

“Uh-huh.” He could feel Don’s smile against his thigh. “Even your spunk tastes good. Gourmet.”

He blinked, then cracked up, laughing hard, tickled deep down. Don grinned at him and slipped back into his own chair, adjusting himself.

“I… I should make waffles more often.”

Donny’s gaze met his, held it. “I’d like that.”

“Yeah.” Damn. Just… damn.

Donny bit his lower lip, looked like he was going to say something for a moment, but in the end, didn’t.

Jeff reached out, touched Don’s leg. “You okay? I mean, you can talk to me.”

“I, uh….” Don cleared his throat. “I don’t want you to think this is why I took the job.”

“Don, when you took the job, I hadn’t slept in two weeks, and I was insane. No one’s that masochistic.”

That had Don chuckling, clearly relaxing. “It’s not going to make it weird between us, is it? I don’t want things to be weird.”

“We’ll just have to make sure it doesn’t. I like you too much to fuck this up.”

Don nodded. “Ditto.” Then Don leaned in again, lips pressing softly against Jeff’s. When Don pulled back, he was smiling, eyes soft, happy.

“You want to”—He blushed, heat rising in his cheeks—“come talk to me while I do dishes?”

“I’d like that. I could even dry.”

Jeff nodded, stood, not able to stop a smile from spreading over his face. “It’s a deal.”

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Friday, May 1, 2020

Random Friday

Random Friday is... random!

  • baked a second honey buttermilk loaf this week - the hooligans ate it as quickly as they had the first!
  • also baked hamberger buns yesterday
  • tried to make my no bake cherry cheesecake with a diffent pie filling as the topping - I picked up strawberry-rhubarb and raspberry pie fillings. Well, luckily I tastes the strawberry-rhubarb before putting it on. Tasted like fake strawberries, no tart from the rhubarb and I tried a rhubarb chunk, too - no flavor! I tested the raspberry before putting it on and it was better, though still not great. I used it anyway. I guess there's a reason the cherry pie filling is what's traditionally used!
  • baked brownies yesterday
  • baked chocolate chip cookies today for the son because he's wanted the chips ahoy cookies on Monday when we went shopping because he hadn't had them in forever. Now he knows why he hasn't had them in forever. Not great and apparently they didn't soak up any milk, even when he left them in it for ages. So now he has homemade ones :)
  • I discovered hot wings ruffles potato chips - picked one up out of curiosuity on Monday. I enjoy the bite of the spices as I eat them
  • doing large hotdogs for supper tonight
  • I see so far random friday has been all about food....
  • bought a new frying pan that arrived today - all of mine let everything stick to them, so hopefully this one will work better. They claim the diamond shape pattern cut intot he bottom help with browning. We shall see.
  • didn't do much crocheting this week - just a bit one evening, did add a new color to the blanket I'm doing, I'll get it a little farther on before sharing a pic
  • I did take out my adult coloring books and have been doing a bit of coloring - rainbowing everything that I've done so far
  • I have not been sleeping great so last night I took melatonin. I slept over 6 hours, so yay. I did wake up around 6:30 and had to wake the hubby up to go get me a yoghurt drink because my sugars were dangerously low and I didn't trust myself on the stairs.
  • despite the extra sleep, I am headachy today - who knows maybe because of it - I got a decent amount last night, but I'm still in a deficit overall
  • I can't believe it's May already! 
  • I also can't believe it's Friday again already.
Have a great Friday!

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