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Monday, March 30, 2015

Moments / Through The Dark


Harry set the lantern down and looked at his boots.

“Those Goddamn Brown Boots”.

He could still hear Louis’ voice. The name had stuck. He’d no idea how the entire fandom had learned the term because it’d been uttered in a private moment between the two of them in the dressing room of the AMAs moments after winning Artist of the Year.  They’d also won awards for Favorite Band and Favorite Album, but Artist of the Year was the one that caused Louis to make a heated detour after accepting.

“Harold, shed those goddamn brown boots you insist on wearing and peel those skinny jeans off your ass before I rip them off myself.”

Stolen moments.

All their intimate moments were stolen except for the few, precious weeks a year when the entire band was given time off and they could go home, to the house they secretly shared.

It was supposed to be one of those stolen moments. Twenty-four blissful hours between concert appearances, alone together on Aogashima, a tiny island, formed by volcanoes in the Phillapine Sea, only reachable by helicopter or boat. The pictures Louis had shown him were lush and green, an oasis in an otherwise chaotic life that was never their own. Only the helicopter pilot had known their true destination, not their manager or even the other boys in the band who thought they were just laying over for an extra day in Tokyo.

Louis had flown ahead first – their contract forbidding them to travel together for insurance reasons. That was a year ago. Before the phone call that changed Harry’s life forever.

Before the eruption.

Harry surveyed the stark landscape and the ash that now whitened Those Goddamn Brown Boots. Somewhere, mixed with what was left of Aogashima, were the ashes of his one and only true love. He dropped to his knees, dragging his fingers through the white powder, trying to grasp it in his hands to no avail. His tears caused poofs of dust to rise in retaliation of being disturbed. There was nothing left of the island. Nothing… yet, to Harry, everything was here. In this dust lay his entire life, his future, his dreams and he wished he could combust and become one with the ash, but how could he burn when he was full of tears? He choked on airborne particles as sobs wracked his body.

A firm touch on his shoulder caused him to jump. He’d allowed them to come along only because they’d promised to stay on the boat and give him time alone first. He turned to shout at them but their ravaged faces reflected his pain and he understood. They’d loved Louis, too. Not the same way he did, but with the same intensity.

He placed his hand over Niall’s and hung his head. One of them, he thought it was Liam, started singing, “Ohhh, I will… carry you over… fire and water….” He felt two more hands on his back. “When the night is coming down on you, we will find a way… through the dark.”


Sorry fellow Flashers – had to do it.  You all started talking about whether it was sand or snow and I saw ash. Then I saw the black skinny jeans and ‘Those Goddamn Brown Boots’ – and it was canon  - I truly had no choice - especially with all the stuff going down in 1D-world this week when we fans are having to face the possibility of losing one member of the band.  Will they find a way... ?


3/29/15: Update - Not that anyone will EVER believe me, but I wrote this the same day the picture was posted, which was Monday 3/23/15. BEFORE Zayn left.  BEFORE Liam sang Through The Dark and cried. Nothing was going on with 1D the day I wrote this!  I swear!  Helena can vouch for me. 

Oh, and Aogashima is a real place!  It’s formed by a double volcano (a volcano within a volcano). Only 200 people inhabit the island and most of them live on the north end outside the caldera (which is at about 1:00 in the picture). The volcano is still considered active though it hasn’t erupted since 1785. Check it out: Aogashima

Bonus extra: For your listening pleasure, here are the two songs that inspired the title ;o)

Click here to read the other Flashers’ ‘takes’ on the 'lantern' picture.

Friday, March 27, 2015

Not A Single Word

I wasn't planning on ever posting this, but after having to go through my entire Blogger history trying to find an accidently deleted scheduled post, I've learned my lesson. Pages are MUCH easier to recover if they've actually posted, so therefore, I'm posting this - if for no other reason than I just don't want to lose it.

These two characters need to stop talking to me!  Or maybe I need to stop everything else and start listening to them.

I had ZERO intention of doing a story for this Flash Fic picture.  ZERO!!! I have way too many irons in the fire as it is.

But they won't shut up.  I don't mean the guys in this picture - I mean my homeless guys, Tommy and Shane.  These guys are just actors, acting out a scene from Tommy and Shane's story, which is below.

Not A Single Word

“If he hadn’t whimpered, I’d have passed right by him.”

Shane couldn’t stop gazing at the tiny creature trying to wiggle out of Tommy’s big hands. Tommy had found the pup in a trash bag next to one of the retail plaza’s big dumpsters. Shane rested his head on Tommy’s shoulder and nuzzled his nose into the puppy’s warm fur and hummed.

“He has that puppy smell, doesn’t he?”

Shane hummed again and nodded. He lifted his head and looked at Tommy.

“Oh, no. I know what you’re thinking, Shane.”

Shane smiled. Tommy always knew what he was thinking. It was one of the reasons he loved Tommy so much. Shane abhorred talking because of his stutter, but with Tommy, talking was seldom necessary.

“We can’t, Shaney, I’m sorry.”

Shane had never had a pet but he’d always wanted one. What kid didn’t?  He heard the remorse in Tommy’s tone, though, and knew it killed him to tell him ‘no.' As much as Shane wanted this dog, he wanted Tommy to not feel bad even more. He forced a bright smile and nodded his understanding.

“I mean, we can barely feed ourselves, you know that.”

Shane nodded again.

“And what if he’s a barker?  We can’t take that chance. We can’t draw attention to ourselves.”


“And what about when winter comes, huh?” Tommy’s voice rose with intensity. “What if we have another winter like last one and we have to go to a shelter just to stay alive? What would we do with him then? We couldn’t just leave him and we can’t take him to a shelter!”

Shane would rather die than spend a night in a shelter anyway; he hated them, but he simply bobbed his head as the puppy continued to nuzzle Tommy’s beard.

“I wish you wouldn’t argue with me about this, Shane. I mean, I’d like to keep him too, but we just can’t.”

It would take way too much effort to tell Tommy he hadn’t said a word. Instead, Shane occupied himself by taking the pup’s paw between his fingers and studied how tiny and soft it was. He practically jumped out of his skin when Tommy huffed disgustedly and shouted.

“You’ll have to be the one to train him then! It’ll be totally up to you! He better not piss in the tent, either! And you damn sure better make sure you clean up after him outside, too! I don’t wanna’ be stepping in dog crap if I have to take a leak in the middle of the night.”

Shane looked up at Tommy's angry face  and smiled.  Tommy’s brow unfurled and he visibly melted for a second before regaining his gruff demeanor.

“I hate how you twist my arm, Shane. I think this is a huge mistake, but we’ll try it your way. If it doesn’t work out, the dog will have to go. I don’t want to hear a single word out of you.”

Shane grinned and nodded.


Check out the other great stories for this picture here.
You know... ones that actually involve the two guys shown.

Monday, March 23, 2015

Dance With Me

Dance With Me

He slapped a hand on his ankle in an effort to keep his foot from flipping; the twitch revealing his nervousness.

Picking a piece of lint from the finely tailored trousers and tracing the perfect crease down to the cuff, he pinched it for good measure.  He’d already managed to scuff the black and white zoot shoes that had been dropped by messenger at his home this afternoon. A sealed note had been attached to the garment bag, instructing him to pair the shoes and trousers with the starched white shirt, also enclosed.

Checking the clock on the wall, he swallowed. He’d be here any minute - the dashing man who’d brought his brand new, 1935 Dusenberg Model-J into the garage yesterday and proceeded to hover over Rodney as he analyzed and found the source of the expensive car’s oil leak, while the spice of his cologne mixed with the smell of grease and gasoline.

To Rodney’s shock, the man did nothing to hide his attraction, instead, going out of his way to make comment after comment of thinly veiled innuendo. “I knew the moment I laid eyes on you, you’d be able to… handle my leak. You’re good with your hands.” As Rodney wiped said hands and bent under the hood to make his final inspection, the man bent with him and whispered in Rodney’s ear.

“Dance with me.”

Rodney looked at him as if he were insane.  It was unheard of.  Not to mention, they obviously had nothing in common. The man’s eyes glittered with arousal. Okay, maybe one thing….

“I know a place.”

Now, as instructed by the note, Rodney sat alone in a dance studio lobby. He stilled his hyperactive foot again and fantasized about how it would feel, to press his awkward, mechanic’s body full-length against Thornton’s and dance.

“You must be special.” The dance instructor startled him out of his daydream.  Rodney had forgotten he was even there. “Thornton bought out my entire studio tonight. Paid the fees for an entire class of students even though I only had six signed up. He paid those people triple the cost of their class not to show up.” The handsome young man made a show of eyeballing him up and down and jacked his brows once when done. “We go way back, Thornton and I. Grew up together. Only two gay men in this backward little town, so we have… history… but we were never more than a convenient hookup for each other. Says he found you in the city, but you don’t look city to me with those tats.”

The snick of the door latch rendered Rodney’s answer unnecessary as he stared at the gorgeous man who’d just walked in.  Thornton was dressed to the nines and Rodney’s heart thudded and snakes slithered in his belly. Never had he seen a man as attractive or one who stared back with such naked hunger in his eyes.

Thornton crossed the room in three easy steps and held out his clean, smooth hand.

“Dance with me.”

Love this picture, but not thrilled with my take on it, but since I didn't post what I wrote last week, I figured I'd better post this week.  Can't wait to see what everyone else did, though. Come check them out with me here!


Thursday, March 19, 2015

Guest Post: Helena Stone / Little Rainbows

I'm pleased to have Helena Stone as my guest today!  Welcome, Helena!


Thank you, Jaycee, for welcoming me to your blog today and allowing me to share my novel, Little Rainbows, with your followers. Since you are at least partially responsible for that book existing, I thought I’d remind you – and tell everybody else – how it all started.

Many people dream about one day writing a book and getting it published. I remember having thoughts along those lines when I was about ten years old and read a (Dutch) book written by a young girl about her experiences in a sanatorium. That book, combined with Anne Frank’s diaries, encouraged me to keep a journal. The daily entries served two purposes. First and foremost they allowed me to start developing my writing muscles. But they also convinced me that neither my life nor my writing was interesting or good enough to ever share my words with others.
Flash forward about forty years. I’m on Twitter, interacting with friends - two of whom are published authors - and I make the following, in my mind, innocent remark: ‘You know how they say everybody has at least one book in them? I wonder if that’s true for me too?’
Next thing I knew I’d signed myself up to NaNoWriMo and was hitting my keyboard every single day just to make the minimal word count of 1666 words. I think it is safe to say nobody was more surprised than me when I actually ended up with a story by the end of November 2013.
A few months and several rewrites later I discovered a competition for BDSM writers online. I entered my story, not because I thought I might actually win the publishing deal on offer, but because my story would be looked at by a professional editor if it was good enough to make it through the first round.
The fact that I’m writing this post as part of the promotion for Little Rainbows indicates that not only did I make it through that first round, I also ended up with a contract. You would think that a year is more than enough time to get used to that idea but for me it all still feels like a dream. Not only did I indeed have a story in me, others deemed that story good enough to share it with the world; how crazy is that?

Since I started writing I’ve discovered it is quite seductive. I can’t imagine not writing anymore. Given that eighteen months ago I couldn’t imagine ever writing anything longer than an email or review, that’s quite a shock to the system. But maybe it is like Heather and Jason discover in Little Rainbows - once you develop a taste for something it is not at all easy to leave it behind again.

Little Rainbows 

Author: Helena Stone
Pairing: MF
Genre: BDSM, Contemporary

Publisher: Totally Bound Publishing
General Release Date: 20th March

Heat Rating: Burning
Book Length: Super Novel

When Jason Hudson and Heather Staunton first meet they are young and sure they are wrong for each other. As a result they spend a summer admiring each other from a safe distance.
Twenty years later Heather is coming out of mourning, having lost her husband and Dom eighteen months earlier. Jason, now the owner of an exclusive sex resort on the west coast of Ireland, struggles with the loss of his desire to dominate.
Jason’s resort is about to celebrate its first anniversary and party planner Heather has been hired to create the perfect celebration. Their reunion comes as a big surprise to both of them.
Old and familiar attraction, battles with new and conflicting emotions as Jason and Heather work together to organize the ultimate BDSM event. Overcoming the issues between them isn’t the only obstacle Jason and Heather face. In the background lurks a threat both to Heather’s independence and Jason’s livelihood.

Heather. A smile appeared on his face as he remembered the sweet and innocent girl she’d been twenty years ago. The woman who’d just walked into his club couldn’t be mistaken for anything but the grown-up version of that girl, although he’d be hard pressed to call her innocent now. She still had those honey coloured curls tumbling around her head in wild abandon. Her big, almond-shaped eyes had stared into his, filled with a combination of wonder, depth and sadness. Jason shook his head, he had to be imagining things. He didn’t know—had never known—her well enough to recognise those feelings.

She’d certainly grown into her body since he’d last seen her. And she definitely knew how to fill a pair of jeans. Just one look at her arse in those trousers…well, the stirring had been a surprise after all those months without the sensation.

Restless, he got up and stalked up and down the balcony.

He had to stop these thoughts. He was supposed to work with Heather, not fantasise about her. He was a grown man, an experienced Dom, not some drooling teenager getting off on mentally undressing her. Still, what were the chances of meeting her again like this? Surely, such coincidences didn’t happen in real life? His past had just walked into his present and was scheduled to work with him this fortnight. Two weeks during which he could get to know her again, provided he could convince her to stay. As it stood, the plan was for her to be here for a few days and then return before the event started. If he played his hand right though…


He raised his head to the sun, hoping the warmth would sooth his fevered thoughts. What was wrong with him? Just because he hadn’t seen the woman in twenty years didn’t mean he had to lose his mind over her. He might once have said that if he’d ever… He wasn’t going to pursue that line of thought either. For fuck’s sake, she’d lost her husband and partner, who had probably been her Dom as well, not too long ago. Even if she didn’t look like the typical grieving widow, he had no doubt he’d seen pain in her eyes. He had far more pressing problems to deal with right now than a sudden infatuation with a memory. Like how he’d get through that weekend without exposing himself as the fraud he’d turned into. Or how he’d ever find his way back to what had been such an important part of his life for so long.

Even if Heather hadn’t been recently widowed, seducing her would have been a bad idea. There were a few exceptions, but in general, fucking somebody you had to work with only led to unnecessary complications. He had a party to organise, a business to sustain. He needed to keep his eyes on the ball and off his balls, and Heather’s arse, and her beautiful green eyes. He had to stop his mind from creating these images unless he wanted to set himself up for a one-way journey into endless amounts of pain.

Author info:

Helena Stone can’t remember a life before words and reading. After growing up in a household where no holiday or festivity was complete without at least one new book, it’s hardly surprising she now owns more books than shelf space while her Kindle is about to explode.

The urge to write came as a surprise. The realisation that people might enjoy her words was a shock to say the least. Now that the writing bug has well and truly taken hold, Helena can no longer imagine not sharing the characters in her head and heart with the rest of the world.

Having left the hustle and bustle of Amsterdam for the peace and quiet of the Irish Country side she divides her time between reading, writing, long and often wet walks with the dog, her part-time job in a library, a grown-up daughter and her ever loving and patient husband.

Helena Stone can be found in the following places:

Monday, March 16, 2015

Skip to the Good Part #4: 20 Authors Reveal Their Steamiest Scenes


New York Times bestsellers:
Emma Hart
Melissa Foster
Annika Martin
Marquita Valentine
V. M. Black
Viola Rivard

USA Today bestsellers:
Lili Saint Germain
Chelle Bliss
Shari Slade & Amber Lin

Carlie Sexton
Liv Morris
Jami Denise
S. R. Grey
Eileen Griffin & Nikka Michaels
Sarina Bowen
Riley Edgewood
Allison Rushby
Sera Bright
Grace Whidby
Angela Corbett

Genre: Erotic Romance, Collection

Length: 235 Pages

Series: Skip to the Good Part

Release Date: March 16, 2015

Publisher: Jasper Ridge Press


Find your next red-hot read in this sizzling collection of sexy scenes.

Volume Four offers even more great reads.

Skip to the Good Part 4: 20 Authors Reveal Their Steamiest Scenes offers face-fanning romance and tie-me-up sizzle (and everything in between) from top authors including New York Times and USA Today bestsellers.

This collection features a hostage who finds kinky ménages with her captors more exciting than her family’s sheep farm, a culinary student who is secretly hot for another guy in his class, a male escort who falls for his beautiful but innocent neighbor, an aspiring lawyer who doesn’t have time for a temptingly hot mechanic, and a woman who’s fallen in love—and lust—with a werewolf.

Read 20 of the best steamy scenes in steamy and erotic romance today. This 250-page collection will get your blood pumping, your heart racing, and your skin tingling. You’re sure to discover a new favorite.

Due to the graphic nature of some content, this collection is recommended strictly for mature readers.


Nikka Michaels and Eileen Griffin’s contribution to the collection is a taste of Ethan and Jamie from In the Raw, from Carina Press’ In the Kitchen Series. 

In the Raw:
In the Fire:
In the Distance:

If you can’t take the heat…

James Lassiter has had a crush on fellow culinary student Ethan Martin for three years, but has never had the guts to make a move. Putting himself out there is hard, especially when under the thumb–and wallet–of his overbearing parents. Now that bad boy chef Ethan–who is always vying with Jamie for best in class–is struggling with the pastry course, Jamie suddenly has a reason to reach out.

Ethan doesn’t mean to be an ass–okay, so mostly he does–but even though he’s secretly hot for Jamie, he sure as hell doesn’t want help with pastry. Ever since his dad walked out, Ethan has been the one to hold things together and he’s done fine on his own. Except that he can’t get his cake to rise.

Jamie could be the answer to what Ethan’s been missing his whole life–someone to depend on. But with the two competing for the same scholarship, things suddenly get too hot to handle. And if Jamie finds the strength to go for what he wants, he isn’t about to settle for what he needs.

What People are Saying About In the Raw:

“Griffin and Michaels (Chasing Matt) team up again for a succulent romance with great characters…” ~Publisher’s Weekly

“Eileen Griffin and Nikka Michaels have once again proven their awesomeness as a writing team. Their boys leap off the page and fight their way into your heart.” ~Helena Stone, The Way She Reads

Night Owl Reviews gave In the Raw a 5 Star Review and named it a Top Pick.

Janette from 3 Chicks After Dark Named In the Raw one of her Best Reads of 2014.
Follow Ethan and Jamie on their journey in In the Fire, available now. Book 3 of the In the Kitchen Series, In the Distance: Coming June 15 2015 from Carina Press.



Eileen Griffin lives in the southwest, but loves to travel and has spent many summers crossing Europe with nothing but a backpack on her back. She enjoys TexMex, lives for good wine, and has a certain penchant for purple unicorns. She loves reading all genres of books, but her current obsession is writing M/M romance. Her past published works include: Chasing Matt, a M/M novella co-authored with Nikka Michaels, Dinner For Two, a M/F romance novella, “Claiming Ayden”, a M/M shifter romance that is part of Evenight’s Alpha’s Claim Anthology: M/M Edition, and “Lost and Found”, a short story written for the M/M Romance Group’s Don’t Read in the Closet: Love’s Landscapes Event. Eileen is currently working on book three of the In the Kitchen series from Carina Press with Nikka Michaels, as well as several other projects both individual and co-authored.


Nikka Michaels lives in the Pacific Northwest where she spends her time cooking up romantic tales to satisfy her craving for HEAs with heat. A voracious reader, novice knitter and music lover she’s been known to multitask without breaking a sweat. She loves to read and write M/M romance but believes everyone deserves a love story.