Friday 31 July 2009
Sunday 19 July 2009
Night Bond
It was the middle of July, the middle of the night, a world so far from Earth that to say 'Earth' was to say 'Atlantis'. It must have been lovely, but no one's seen it in a very long time. Humidity crowded the air, clinging to Yin's skin. Heat, maybe that's what kept the moisture hanging in the night. It wasn't guilt, shame, not like you could even feel those, or wipe them off your skin, even if regrets were just small little particles like moisture in the air. Life is a night with thick air, like breathing gauze and dreams are the stars, so beautiful and distant. So that even if they look small enough to be cupped in one's hands, your own hands are never going to be big enough.
Yin stretched out one leg, an arm across the back of the park bench. End of story. That's it sometimes. The air is just too thick to breath.
"Hello."
Looking up, Yin found himself staring into dark brown eyes, warm coffee brown, dark lashes. They were smiling eyes.
"This is my bench," Yin said, looking away. "I'm not a pleasure worker."
"It's not your bench," Brown Eyes said. "Don't be an asshole. What if I'm a pleasure worker?"
"Then I don't have any money," Yin said, leaning his head back, a grin lazy on his face.
"As it happens, I'm not. You have a beautiful smile."
"Shit if I do. That's like one of those tree falls in the forest statements. I'm not good company. Go away."
"I think you have a beautiful smile. I'm only in port for a night. Twelve hour pairing? No questions asked. I have my med card. I'm disease free. No names or anything, no strings, just spend the night with me." Brown Eyes winked.
"Wah," Yin said, mouth hanging open just a little. "I don't have a med card and those customs went out a long time ago. You've been reading history books."
"It's not illegal and there's nothing wrong with it. I'm not that hard to look at, am I?"
"Hell no," Yin said. Brown Eyes was easy to look at, really. Think brown hair hung down to his shoulders, neatly trimmed, bangs across his forehead suddenly called to Yin's fingers, making him want to run his fingers through the shiney thick hair. His face was long, but delicate, almost feminne and really, Yin realized he'd been assuming that Brown Eyes was a man. "Are you a man or a woman?"
"Does it matter?"
"No," Yin agreed. "Not really. What'll I call you for the night?" Yin turned, on knee bending and coming up on the bench. "You can call me Yin."
"Okay, Yin," Brown Eyes agreed. "You can call me Oxford. Shall we say until noon, tomorrow?"
"Dawn," Yin hedged. "Just until dawn, but no lies, no bull shit. Neither of us does anything we don't want. Deal?"
"So protective," Oxford said, grinning. "I like that. I agree, until dawn, complete intimacy. I want to blow you."
Yin stretched out one leg, an arm across the back of the park bench. End of story. That's it sometimes. The air is just too thick to breath.
"Hello."
Looking up, Yin found himself staring into dark brown eyes, warm coffee brown, dark lashes. They were smiling eyes.
"This is my bench," Yin said, looking away. "I'm not a pleasure worker."
"It's not your bench," Brown Eyes said. "Don't be an asshole. What if I'm a pleasure worker?"
"Then I don't have any money," Yin said, leaning his head back, a grin lazy on his face.
"As it happens, I'm not. You have a beautiful smile."
"Shit if I do. That's like one of those tree falls in the forest statements. I'm not good company. Go away."
"I think you have a beautiful smile. I'm only in port for a night. Twelve hour pairing? No questions asked. I have my med card. I'm disease free. No names or anything, no strings, just spend the night with me." Brown Eyes winked.
"Wah," Yin said, mouth hanging open just a little. "I don't have a med card and those customs went out a long time ago. You've been reading history books."
"It's not illegal and there's nothing wrong with it. I'm not that hard to look at, am I?"
"Hell no," Yin said. Brown Eyes was easy to look at, really. Think brown hair hung down to his shoulders, neatly trimmed, bangs across his forehead suddenly called to Yin's fingers, making him want to run his fingers through the shiney thick hair. His face was long, but delicate, almost feminne and really, Yin realized he'd been assuming that Brown Eyes was a man. "Are you a man or a woman?"
"Does it matter?"
"No," Yin agreed. "Not really. What'll I call you for the night?" Yin turned, on knee bending and coming up on the bench. "You can call me Yin."
"Okay, Yin," Brown Eyes agreed. "You can call me Oxford. Shall we say until noon, tomorrow?"
"Dawn," Yin hedged. "Just until dawn, but no lies, no bull shit. Neither of us does anything we don't want. Deal?"
"So protective," Oxford said, grinning. "I like that. I agree, until dawn, complete intimacy. I want to blow you."
second excerpt...
"I’m going to look for help," he told the unconscious form in his bed. "Just stay where you are, and keep breathing, ok?"
There were no lights on the road to the station, but the moon shone overhead and he found the way with little difficulty. The tree stood where hedges defined the corners of two fields. The rough bark felt familiar beneath his hand, and William stood awhile. Usually he brushed his fingers over the tree as he passed, greeting it silently on the way to and from the train. He had always talked to trees, but had never imagined they would start to respond in kind.
"Hi," he began awkwardly. "Umm... you probably don’t notice me, but I come this way most days when I’m going to work and... I’m hoping you have a dryad, because I really need someone to talk to right now." He paused to clear his throat. A car passed him on the road, the lights briefly dazzling. "They cut down the yew tree on the village green, and its dryad is dying. He’s in my house and I want to help him, but I don’t know how to. I took some cuttings from what was left of his tree, and I’m trying to get them to grow. I thought it might help, only it doesn’t seem to be making much odds. I don’t know what to do. I’m desperate. I don’t want him to die. Please, if you can hear me, please talk to me!" William fell silent. Having poured out his heart, he felt foolish and self-conscious.
"You are a rare creature, I’ll give you that much." She stood a few feet from him, moonlight glinting off her naked skin.
"Oh my god," he whispered. He’d never seen a naked woman before, and although her form did little for him, he could not help but gaze at her curves in fascination. She had luminous eyes, and short, boyish hair. He could not have guessed her age, but she looked kind enough.
"Which god?" she asked, sounding amused.
"I don’t know. Any god that cares for dryads, I suppose."
She nodded slowly. "He had no offspring tree ready to take him in."
"No."
"But something of his old tree lives?"
"Yes."
"Then you might save him."
"I’ll do anything!"
She stared hard at him for a few seconds. "Anything?"
"Yes."
"Give your life for his, if that were called for?"
William paused a moment to consider his answer. "I’m nothing special. He is. I want him to live, and if the cost is my life, I can do that." He stood a little straighter, lifting his head.
There were no lights on the road to the station, but the moon shone overhead and he found the way with little difficulty. The tree stood where hedges defined the corners of two fields. The rough bark felt familiar beneath his hand, and William stood awhile. Usually he brushed his fingers over the tree as he passed, greeting it silently on the way to and from the train. He had always talked to trees, but had never imagined they would start to respond in kind.
"Hi," he began awkwardly. "Umm... you probably don’t notice me, but I come this way most days when I’m going to work and... I’m hoping you have a dryad, because I really need someone to talk to right now." He paused to clear his throat. A car passed him on the road, the lights briefly dazzling. "They cut down the yew tree on the village green, and its dryad is dying. He’s in my house and I want to help him, but I don’t know how to. I took some cuttings from what was left of his tree, and I’m trying to get them to grow. I thought it might help, only it doesn’t seem to be making much odds. I don’t know what to do. I’m desperate. I don’t want him to die. Please, if you can hear me, please talk to me!" William fell silent. Having poured out his heart, he felt foolish and self-conscious.
"You are a rare creature, I’ll give you that much." She stood a few feet from him, moonlight glinting off her naked skin.
"Oh my god," he whispered. He’d never seen a naked woman before, and although her form did little for him, he could not help but gaze at her curves in fascination. She had luminous eyes, and short, boyish hair. He could not have guessed her age, but she looked kind enough.
"Which god?" she asked, sounding amused.
"I don’t know. Any god that cares for dryads, I suppose."
She nodded slowly. "He had no offspring tree ready to take him in."
"No."
"But something of his old tree lives?"
"Yes."
"Then you might save him."
"I’ll do anything!"
She stared hard at him for a few seconds. "Anything?"
"Yes."
"Give your life for his, if that were called for?"
William paused a moment to consider his answer. "I’m nothing special. He is. I want him to live, and if the cost is my life, I can do that." He stood a little straighter, lifting his head.
Immortal Fire excerpts
Sneak peaks from the newest tales in the Immortal Fire series...
The tree spirit fell silent, an odd expression on his face. "Do you remember when you first came to the village?"
"I do."
"With the other man. Peter. Do you remember how you and he spent summer nights in the garden, so close and so naked?"
William flushed crimson at the memory. He and Peter had been happy then, and thoroughly into each other. Sex happened in every room of the house, and in the secluded garden. "You saw us?"
"How could I not? I saw everything that happened around the tree." He shook his head, features tight with grief. "What you shared, seemed so intimate, so important to you."
"It was."
"Would you hold me like that? Touch me? I have never been touched by a mortal."
The request startled him, and sent a flush of warmth across his skin. "Do dryads have sex with each other?"
"We can and do, if we find a kindred spirit growing close by. But we cannot travel far from our tree. I have been alone for a very long time. I do not want to die alone."
William’s heart leapt within him, full of compassion. It would be so easy to love that shapely body, to explore every inch of the tree spirit’s form. "Whatever I can give, is yours."
"I honour your generosity."
Extending his hand he said, "Come to my bed."
"I took these from the tree cutters. Your people do not go naked," the dryad said, apologetically.
"You are so lovely, you don’t need to hide yourself," William responded, as he pried away the sackcloth. He paused, drinking in the sight before him – lean, hard flesh and a proud erection greeted his hungry gaze. Awareness of his own shortcomings followed all too soon. Working as a museum curator, he had no muscles to speak of and little colour in his skin. Although he walked to and from the train station each day, a persistent layer of fat lurked at his waist. As too many people had told him since childhood, he was nothing much to look at. A forgettable, middle aged man slowly going to seed.
"Do I not please you?" Jack’s sorrowful tone pulled him up.
"Forgive me! It’s awe, not dislike." He reached out, trailing a single finger down the dryad’s hard chest.
"If you don’t want to share your body with me, I understand. I am not like you, and I am dying. Perhaps it was too much to ask."
He panicked at this, afraid of having injured his lovely playmate. "No! Please don’t think that! It’s just... I feel so unworthy of you."
"But you are so full of sweetness and giving, so tender, so warm. I feel that in you."
"I’m too old and nothing much to look at, I’m afraid."
The dryad reached out to him, touching his cheek with a cool finger. "I have lived thousands of years. You are not old to me. Your body is a human one, full of mystery and life. I don’t understand why you feel ashamed of it."
"Other humans have said... I am not good to look at."
"You are everything to look at!" he took William’s hand and kissed it. "Your soul shines in your eyes, fills your skin." He turned the hand, kissing the tender palm. "Don’t fail me now, I beg you."
The tree spirit fell silent, an odd expression on his face. "Do you remember when you first came to the village?"
"I do."
"With the other man. Peter. Do you remember how you and he spent summer nights in the garden, so close and so naked?"
William flushed crimson at the memory. He and Peter had been happy then, and thoroughly into each other. Sex happened in every room of the house, and in the secluded garden. "You saw us?"
"How could I not? I saw everything that happened around the tree." He shook his head, features tight with grief. "What you shared, seemed so intimate, so important to you."
"It was."
"Would you hold me like that? Touch me? I have never been touched by a mortal."
The request startled him, and sent a flush of warmth across his skin. "Do dryads have sex with each other?"
"We can and do, if we find a kindred spirit growing close by. But we cannot travel far from our tree. I have been alone for a very long time. I do not want to die alone."
William’s heart leapt within him, full of compassion. It would be so easy to love that shapely body, to explore every inch of the tree spirit’s form. "Whatever I can give, is yours."
"I honour your generosity."
Extending his hand he said, "Come to my bed."
"I took these from the tree cutters. Your people do not go naked," the dryad said, apologetically.
"You are so lovely, you don’t need to hide yourself," William responded, as he pried away the sackcloth. He paused, drinking in the sight before him – lean, hard flesh and a proud erection greeted his hungry gaze. Awareness of his own shortcomings followed all too soon. Working as a museum curator, he had no muscles to speak of and little colour in his skin. Although he walked to and from the train station each day, a persistent layer of fat lurked at his waist. As too many people had told him since childhood, he was nothing much to look at. A forgettable, middle aged man slowly going to seed.
"Do I not please you?" Jack’s sorrowful tone pulled him up.
"Forgive me! It’s awe, not dislike." He reached out, trailing a single finger down the dryad’s hard chest.
"If you don’t want to share your body with me, I understand. I am not like you, and I am dying. Perhaps it was too much to ask."
He panicked at this, afraid of having injured his lovely playmate. "No! Please don’t think that! It’s just... I feel so unworthy of you."
"But you are so full of sweetness and giving, so tender, so warm. I feel that in you."
"I’m too old and nothing much to look at, I’m afraid."
The dryad reached out to him, touching his cheek with a cool finger. "I have lived thousands of years. You are not old to me. Your body is a human one, full of mystery and life. I don’t understand why you feel ashamed of it."
"Other humans have said... I am not good to look at."
"You are everything to look at!" he took William’s hand and kissed it. "Your soul shines in your eyes, fills your skin." He turned the hand, kissing the tender palm. "Don’t fail me now, I beg you."
Thursday 9 July 2009
Gawain
Just a teaser.... I'm giving away the whole thing as a series at http://www.short-fiction.co.uk - the first chapter is up, the second should be a long in a bit!
Gawain turned his head slightly and raised his eyes. The deep brown of Arthur's irises held him prisoner, infusing him with feelings of hope and confidence.
"You will come back," Arthur said. "You will face your ordeal with honour, and you will triumph."
"Has Merlin foreseen this?"
"He has not. His glimpses of the future are never frequent. This is my own certainty speaking not his magic. You will come back to me, Gawain."
Gawain knew hot tears were welling in his eyes, and lowered his lids, unable to meet Arthur's gaze with such a torrent of emotion stirring in his breast. The firm hands on his shoulders lifted, only to descend lightly upon his face, cupping his chin. Gawain felt Arthur's thumbs stroking along the line of his cheekbones, wiping away the tell-tale tears. He could feel the rough calluses on the King's hands. The gesture was painfully tender and racked Gawain's already aching heart. He had no desire to leave this place, to part from the people he loved most and seek the end of his young life. Arthur was the sun in his sky, Camlan his heart's true home.
"You will return to me," Arthur reiterated. He brushed a kiss against Gawain's forehead.
The touch of his lips was fleeting, but Gawain's skin burned from the contact for a long while afterwards. The kiss thatcovered his lips was sweeter yet, with the warmth of Arthur's mouth pressed against his, the rough stubble of the older man's short beard raking Gawain's cheek as his hands sought his King's narrow waist. They clung to each other, Gawain's face pressed against Arthur's shoulder, Arthur's hands in his hair.
"Never lose heart, Gawain; do not doubt that you will return."
Secure in the arms of the tall and powerful monarch, Gawain had little inclination to break away and set out on his bitter quest. He steeled himself; inhaled deeply and let his arms fall to his sides. Arthur released him wordlessly.
Gawain turned his head slightly and raised his eyes. The deep brown of Arthur's irises held him prisoner, infusing him with feelings of hope and confidence.
"You will come back," Arthur said. "You will face your ordeal with honour, and you will triumph."
"Has Merlin foreseen this?"
"He has not. His glimpses of the future are never frequent. This is my own certainty speaking not his magic. You will come back to me, Gawain."
Gawain knew hot tears were welling in his eyes, and lowered his lids, unable to meet Arthur's gaze with such a torrent of emotion stirring in his breast. The firm hands on his shoulders lifted, only to descend lightly upon his face, cupping his chin. Gawain felt Arthur's thumbs stroking along the line of his cheekbones, wiping away the tell-tale tears. He could feel the rough calluses on the King's hands. The gesture was painfully tender and racked Gawain's already aching heart. He had no desire to leave this place, to part from the people he loved most and seek the end of his young life. Arthur was the sun in his sky, Camlan his heart's true home.
"You will return to me," Arthur reiterated. He brushed a kiss against Gawain's forehead.
The touch of his lips was fleeting, but Gawain's skin burned from the contact for a long while afterwards. The kiss thatcovered his lips was sweeter yet, with the warmth of Arthur's mouth pressed against his, the rough stubble of the older man's short beard raking Gawain's cheek as his hands sought his King's narrow waist. They clung to each other, Gawain's face pressed against Arthur's shoulder, Arthur's hands in his hair.
"Never lose heart, Gawain; do not doubt that you will return."
Secure in the arms of the tall and powerful monarch, Gawain had little inclination to break away and set out on his bitter quest. He steeled himself; inhaled deeply and let his arms fall to his sides. Arthur released him wordlessly.
Sunday 28 June 2009
Looking for Immortal Fire?
You might want to visit these places... (check out www.loveyoudivine.com for details of the contest.)
http://www.nixwinter.com/The_world_of_Nix_Winter/poetry.html
http://www.clarelondon.co.uk
http://jaime-samms.net/
http://www.adriannebrennan.com/ http:// lavengra.com/
http://thepaganandthepen.wordpress.com/
http://www.nixwinter.com/The_world_of_Nix_Winter/poetry.html
http://www.clarelondon.co.uk
http://jaime-samms.net/
http://www.adriannebrennan.com/ http:// lavengra.com/
http://thepaganandthepen.wordpress.com/
Immortal Fire starts today
There's a chat at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/hisandhiskisses/ today for the release of the first two stories in the Immortal Fire Series. Jaime Samms Black Roses and M King's Almost Human both release today from www.loveyoudivine.com
Do drop into the chat for freebies and more news about this exciting series.
Do drop into the chat for freebies and more news about this exciting series.
Wednesday 3 June 2009
News for early June
Check out the new video for Jane Bled's Poison http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DEsGV5y7JB4
Also watch out for Ryan Field's hot little tale Capping the Season - coming soon to Love You Divine.
The first stories in our Immortal Fire series will be out soon too. Immortal Fire explores the possibilities with sexy gay immortals. There will be tales from Jaime Samms and M King very soon I think (hot, beautiful tales to make you melt and whimper!).
Max Griffin's 'Lindermont Lovers' is flying off the virtual shelves over at Fictionwise, so do check that out too. It's a great story.
Also watch out for Ryan Field's hot little tale Capping the Season - coming soon to Love You Divine.
The first stories in our Immortal Fire series will be out soon too. Immortal Fire explores the possibilities with sexy gay immortals. There will be tales from Jaime Samms and M King very soon I think (hot, beautiful tales to make you melt and whimper!).
Max Griffin's 'Lindermont Lovers' is flying off the virtual shelves over at Fictionwise, so do check that out too. It's a great story.
Monday 18 May 2009
His and His news
Max Griffin's new mystery Lindermont Lovers' is now out, so drop by to www.loveyoudivine.com and pick up your copy!
Ryan Field's Capping the Season is almost ready to go - I'll be getting that formatted in the next couple of days, so that'll be available to buy in the not too dim and distant future.
We're underway with an m/m anthology featuring immortal characters. That's going to print all being well. I'll add progress reports as they happen. Nix is doing all the artwork, so visually it'll be yummy.
Watch out for me on Jerry Race's new blog - I guest on Tuesdays. Adults Only is in the links list, and well worth a nose.
I've also started writing for http://thepaganandthepen.wordpress.com/ and I blog there for the first time on Thursday this week.
Ryan Field's Capping the Season is almost ready to go - I'll be getting that formatted in the next couple of days, so that'll be available to buy in the not too dim and distant future.
We're underway with an m/m anthology featuring immortal characters. That's going to print all being well. I'll add progress reports as they happen. Nix is doing all the artwork, so visually it'll be yummy.
Watch out for me on Jerry Race's new blog - I guest on Tuesdays. Adults Only is in the links list, and well worth a nose.
I've also started writing for http://thepaganandthepen.wordpress.com/ and I blog there for the first time on Thursday this week.
Thursday 14 May 2009
Coffetime alert!
Chat at Coffee Time's Latte' Lounge, Saturday May 16, 2009, All Day.
Chat with The Muses Three authors Anastasia Rabiyah, Dawne' Dominique, Brieanna Robertson, and their fellow authors at Amira Press, loveyoudivine, Mystic Moon Press, Purple Sword, and Sugar and Spice Press, as well as The Muses Three member authors ALL DAY in Coffee Time Romance's Latte Lounge! http://coffeetimeromance.com/board/forumdisplay.php?f=435
I'm not sure exactly who is going from His and His Kisses, but I will definitely be there, and perhaps some of the other authors from our new project... details will follow.
Chat with The Muses Three authors Anastasia Rabiyah, Dawne' Dominique, Brieanna Robertson, and their fellow authors at Amira Press, loveyoudivine, Mystic Moon Press, Purple Sword, and Sugar and Spice Press, as well as The Muses Three member authors ALL DAY in Coffee Time Romance's Latte Lounge! http://coffeetimeromance.com/board/forumdisplay.php?f=435
I'm not sure exactly who is going from His and His Kisses, but I will definitely be there, and perhaps some of the other authors from our new project... details will follow.
Tuesday 5 May 2009
May announcements
http://blogspot.loveyoudivineinfo.com/?p=98 will give you some insights into why various of LYD's m/m authors love their subjecdt matter so much!
And, just to whet your appetite, we have a new Ryan Field story in edits! Yay!
And, just to whet your appetite, we have a new Ryan Field story in edits! Yay!
Friday 1 May 2009
Poison
Out today! Jane Bled's new short story - Poison.
On the surface, Luc is the most beautiful man Kurt has ever seen. Inside, however, Luc is full of venom and spite. Though their affair has been doomed from the start, Kurt finds it hard to break the destructive cycle of their trysts, since passion is addictive.
Close to midnight on New Year’s Eve, Luc shows up at Kurt’s house expecting sex. Angered, Kurt resolves to finally end their relationship. Unfortunately, New Year’s resolutions are easy to break—especially when Luc teases Kurt with a glimpse of bare skin…
This is a dark, hot piece of writing, searingly intense in its portrayal of a relationship.
On the surface, Luc is the most beautiful man Kurt has ever seen. Inside, however, Luc is full of venom and spite. Though their affair has been doomed from the start, Kurt finds it hard to break the destructive cycle of their trysts, since passion is addictive.
Close to midnight on New Year’s Eve, Luc shows up at Kurt’s house expecting sex. Angered, Kurt resolves to finally end their relationship. Unfortunately, New Year’s resolutions are easy to break—especially when Luc teases Kurt with a glimpse of bare skin…
This is a dark, hot piece of writing, searingly intense in its portrayal of a relationship.
Monday 20 April 2009
Come to our loveyoudivine Yahoo ChatApril 26th, Sunday starting at 2 until 3 PM CST
There will be several authors from loveyoudivine at the loveyoudivine Yahoo group the 26th. http://groups.yahoo.com/group/loveyoudivine
Authors who will be there during their own hour long session at loveyoudivine Yahoo Group.
2 until 3 PM CST Carol McKenzie
3 until 4 PM CST Jane Bled
4 until 5 PM CST JJ Giles
6 until 7 PM CST Nix Winters
You don't want to miss this one!
There will be several authors from loveyoudivine at the loveyoudivine Yahoo group the 26th. http://groups.yahoo.com/group/loveyoudivine
Authors who will be there during their own hour long session at loveyoudivine Yahoo Group.
2 until 3 PM CST Carol McKenzie
3 until 4 PM CST Jane Bled
4 until 5 PM CST JJ Giles
6 until 7 PM CST Nix Winters
You don't want to miss this one!
Monday 6 April 2009
Max Griffin
Fans of Max Griffin's work will no doubt be delighted to hear that he has another book on the way. We're through the first rounds of edits, and I must say that it's a very hot story, with mystery, and romance. I absolutly loved it.
This was my first encounter with Max's writing. I was really taken with his descriptions, he really brings the settings and characters to life, and as for the sensual scenes... fabulous!
Keep on eye on this page for more news about Lindermont Lovers.
This was my first encounter with Max's writing. I was really taken with his descriptions, he really brings the settings and characters to life, and as for the sensual scenes... fabulous!
Keep on eye on this page for more news about Lindermont Lovers.
Friday 3 April 2009
Closeted Secret
It's a busy day today! Carol McKenzie's new story 'Closeted Secret' is out as well! The gay boys are very much taking over at loveyoudivine.com this week!
Andy Matheson returns to his roots to forge a new life. Just the mention of Phil Ballenger’s name reminds him that the chemistry still steams between them. Will Andy’s family accept Phil? Will they admit they are gay?
Andy Matheson returns to his roots to forge a new life. Just the mention of Phil Ballenger’s name reminds him that the chemistry still steams between them. Will Andy’s family accept Phil? Will they admit they are gay?
Jane Bled's darkly funny and very sexy vampire story Master - Crimson is out today (3rd April) from www.loveyoudivine.com
World-famous actor Gabriel Colin desperately wants to recruit Raiden, a beautiful singer, to co-star in his upcoming film. Beneath the angelic façade, however, Raiden harbors a deep secret—and a sharp set of fangs. Little does Gabriel realize what he’s getting into…or the price he will pay for his obsession.
“I love your crucifix,” spoke a sudden voice in slightly accented, yet otherwise flawless English. Startled, Raiden almost dropped his cigarette, but his sharp reflexes kicked in before it could happen. Squinting up, he tried to locate the source of the voice. He saw a tall man, dressed impeccably in Chinese silk and leather, dark sunglasses obscuring the upper part of his face. Alcoholic fumes were fairly radiating off him, and Raiden couldn’t help his sensitive nose from wrinkling just the slightest bit. Damn these vampiric senses.
“It does the trick,” Raiden replied sarcastically, wondering how much the mystery man would love it if he knew how powerless an object it really was.
“You’re Raiden-san, are you not? From Scent?”
Raiden nodded his assent, absentmindedly sipping his drink as he desperately tried to scheme a way out of the conversation. Damnit. All I wanted was some fucking peace and quiet, and now I have to deal with some obsessed foreign groupie—
“I’m Gabriel Colin, from Mesmerized. I don’t expect you to know my work—”
“Of course I know your work. It’s nice to meet you,” Raiden interjected swiftly. He warmly extended his hand as he forced a smile to grace his features. Oh, right. He’s that shitty French-Canadian actor who made it big in America, though God only knows why. Once, Raiden had tried to watch Mesmerized to see what all the hype was about. After about five minutes of the camera zooming in dreamily on Gabriel’s good-looking, though often tear-stained face, he had aimed the remote at his flat-screen TV and fired. What a waste of five minutes!
Raiden suppressed a chuckle as Gabriel goggled at him and returned his handshake with exaggerated force, slightly swaying on his feet. He’s three sheets to the wind. So much for composure. Gabriel was still holding his hand. The singer swiftly withdrew it and fired up another cigarette. Gabriel watched him, tilting his head to the side to study Raiden’s face. He was used to this sort of treatment, but it was rather disconcerting for someone as famous and ubiquitous as Gabriel to blatantly administer it.
“May I join you?”
Gabriel took off his sunglasses in a practiced, polished manner. Raiden again fought the urge to bark laughter. The exaggeration in Gabriel’s gestures positively tickled him. But at the same time, it was potentially annoying. He hesitated before answering Gabriel’s question, voices warring within him.
Blow him off. Then he’ll see what a jerk you really are and leave you alone. And you won’t have to worry about him bothering you anymore.
This party is more boring than a Catholic mass. If you let him sit down, maybe no one else will bother you. Hell, maybe the night will even go by a little faster.
Raiden gestured to the chair across from him.
“Be my guest.”
He pretended not to notice Gabriel’s sigh of relief as the actor took a seat.
“You know, Raiden-san, I’ve really been anticipating our inevitable introduction.”
Gabriel set his sunglasses on the table with a small, calculated clink. Raiden stilled the urge to roll his eyes.
“I think we’ve actually met before,” Raiden deadpanned, keeping the ever-present smirk of amusement from revealing itself too obviously.
“I mean, I’ve really been looking forward to making your acquaintance. I’ve longed for the opportunity to actually sit down and talk with you,” Gabriel corrected. He leaned forward and stared into Raiden’s eyes.
World-famous actor Gabriel Colin desperately wants to recruit Raiden, a beautiful singer, to co-star in his upcoming film. Beneath the angelic façade, however, Raiden harbors a deep secret—and a sharp set of fangs. Little does Gabriel realize what he’s getting into…or the price he will pay for his obsession.
“I love your crucifix,” spoke a sudden voice in slightly accented, yet otherwise flawless English. Startled, Raiden almost dropped his cigarette, but his sharp reflexes kicked in before it could happen. Squinting up, he tried to locate the source of the voice. He saw a tall man, dressed impeccably in Chinese silk and leather, dark sunglasses obscuring the upper part of his face. Alcoholic fumes were fairly radiating off him, and Raiden couldn’t help his sensitive nose from wrinkling just the slightest bit. Damn these vampiric senses.
“It does the trick,” Raiden replied sarcastically, wondering how much the mystery man would love it if he knew how powerless an object it really was.
“You’re Raiden-san, are you not? From Scent?”
Raiden nodded his assent, absentmindedly sipping his drink as he desperately tried to scheme a way out of the conversation. Damnit. All I wanted was some fucking peace and quiet, and now I have to deal with some obsessed foreign groupie—
“I’m Gabriel Colin, from Mesmerized. I don’t expect you to know my work—”
“Of course I know your work. It’s nice to meet you,” Raiden interjected swiftly. He warmly extended his hand as he forced a smile to grace his features. Oh, right. He’s that shitty French-Canadian actor who made it big in America, though God only knows why. Once, Raiden had tried to watch Mesmerized to see what all the hype was about. After about five minutes of the camera zooming in dreamily on Gabriel’s good-looking, though often tear-stained face, he had aimed the remote at his flat-screen TV and fired. What a waste of five minutes!
Raiden suppressed a chuckle as Gabriel goggled at him and returned his handshake with exaggerated force, slightly swaying on his feet. He’s three sheets to the wind. So much for composure. Gabriel was still holding his hand. The singer swiftly withdrew it and fired up another cigarette. Gabriel watched him, tilting his head to the side to study Raiden’s face. He was used to this sort of treatment, but it was rather disconcerting for someone as famous and ubiquitous as Gabriel to blatantly administer it.
“May I join you?”
Gabriel took off his sunglasses in a practiced, polished manner. Raiden again fought the urge to bark laughter. The exaggeration in Gabriel’s gestures positively tickled him. But at the same time, it was potentially annoying. He hesitated before answering Gabriel’s question, voices warring within him.
Blow him off. Then he’ll see what a jerk you really are and leave you alone. And you won’t have to worry about him bothering you anymore.
This party is more boring than a Catholic mass. If you let him sit down, maybe no one else will bother you. Hell, maybe the night will even go by a little faster.
Raiden gestured to the chair across from him.
“Be my guest.”
He pretended not to notice Gabriel’s sigh of relief as the actor took a seat.
“You know, Raiden-san, I’ve really been anticipating our inevitable introduction.”
Gabriel set his sunglasses on the table with a small, calculated clink. Raiden stilled the urge to roll his eyes.
“I think we’ve actually met before,” Raiden deadpanned, keeping the ever-present smirk of amusement from revealing itself too obviously.
“I mean, I’ve really been looking forward to making your acquaintance. I’ve longed for the opportunity to actually sit down and talk with you,” Gabriel corrected. He leaned forward and stared into Raiden’s eyes.
Wednesday 25 March 2009
Knowing Curves
Nix Winter's new short story 'Knowing Curves' is now out - an oriental setting, some captivating men and the opening stages of a plot which I very much hope will be played out in future tales.
Buy Link: http://tinyurl.com/knowing-curves
Rating: X, very graphic m/m sex, spanking... Tosh is a courtesan.
Trailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UElHkWfDiKY
Trailer at higher resolution: http://gallery.me.com/pinkchaos#100033
Toshiro sees clients. Sometimes it's for a Japanese tea ceremony. Sometimes it's for something more ... personal. Cade comes to him searching for information about a missing brother. He's not looking for a spanking or the thoughts of a beautiful, mysterious man, but he's likely going to get more than he bargained for.
Buy Link: http://tinyurl.com/knowing-curves
Rating: X, very graphic m/m sex, spanking... Tosh is a courtesan.
Trailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UElHkWfDiKY
Trailer at higher resolution: http://gallery.me.com/pinkchaos#100033
Toshiro sees clients. Sometimes it's for a Japanese tea ceremony. Sometimes it's for something more ... personal. Cade comes to him searching for information about a missing brother. He's not looking for a spanking or the thoughts of a beautiful, mysterious man, but he's likely going to get more than he bargained for.
Tuesday 24 March 2009
Master Crimson
I'm delighted to announce that the first book in Jane Bled's 'Master' series, will be out on the 3rd April from www.loveyoudivine.com
'Crimson' introduces singer Raiden and actor Gabriel - two sexy, hugely famous lads with egos to match. Neither feels able to admit the attraction they each feel for the other. Just to really complicate things, Raiden is a vampire, and he accidentally bites Gabriel.
This is a book laden with sexual tension. There's a fair amount of violence, and some deliciously dark humour. I can promise that reading this first installment will have you hankering after the second - which is underway.
'Crimson' introduces singer Raiden and actor Gabriel - two sexy, hugely famous lads with egos to match. Neither feels able to admit the attraction they each feel for the other. Just to really complicate things, Raiden is a vampire, and he accidentally bites Gabriel.
This is a book laden with sexual tension. There's a fair amount of violence, and some deliciously dark humour. I can promise that reading this first installment will have you hankering after the second - which is underway.
Wednesday 18 March 2009
free read?
Start following this blog by the 22nd March, and get a free read (with m/m goodness in it, of course!)
I'm offering a previously published but not currently available version of 'Gawain and the Green Night' so if the idea of King Arthur kissing his knights gives you a good moment, do sign up!
Gawain is bold, cute, and caught up in a complex sexual game that tests his honour to the limits - its there by implication in the original story, but my version is a lot more explicit! There's some m/f too, just to warn you.
I'm offering a previously published but not currently available version of 'Gawain and the Green Night' so if the idea of King Arthur kissing his knights gives you a good moment, do sign up!
Gawain is bold, cute, and caught up in a complex sexual game that tests his honour to the limits - its there by implication in the original story, but my version is a lot more explicit! There's some m/f too, just to warn you.
Saturday 14 March 2009
News for His and His fans
Nix Winter interview posted at http://www.myspace.com/brynneth_n_colvin
Also this week, new author Jane Bled reveals the original artwork for her Master Crimson cover.
Monday 9 March 2009
huge m/m chat
All this week on http://groups.yahoo.com/group/brynsbookgroup there will be a chat about gay, man love, mxm, m/m - call it what you will! Hot guys who are into each other. I'm hoping to have a fair few of the His and His Kisses authors along to chat and share excerpts, but it is going to be a total free for all. Anyone who wants to share their work, or ask questions, or just lurk about and enjoy, is very welcome indeed!
Sunday 22 February 2009
Blue Promises
Nix Winter's new m/m fiction comes out on the 27th of February.
Blue Promises introduces Jody and Alin, two adorable guys who keep falling in love across different worlds and timelines.
Many of the LYD authors will be at www.coffeetimeromance.com on the 28th so do drop by for excerpts and other goodies.
Blue Promises introduces Jody and Alin, two adorable guys who keep falling in love across different worlds and timelines.
Many of the LYD authors will be at www.coffeetimeromance.com on the 28th so do drop by for excerpts and other goodies.
Thursday 19 February 2009
Safeword
Alex Morgan has extended his short story 'Safeword'. I asked him a few questions about the process.
Bryn: Can you give me a quick insight into what 'Safeword' is about?
Alex: Safe Word is a murder mystery set in Provincetown during Mates weekend, a huge leather gathering. The sleuth is Corey Shaw, a telepath, who is contacted by the Provincetown PD to help solve the mystery.
Bryn: When you first wrote Safeword, did you consider the possibility of it being a novel?
Alex: No, I really considered it to be a short story, but when the reviews started coming in, everyone said it needed to be extended.
Bryn: Is the extended version hotter than the original?
Alex: Yes! I added a chapter at the beginning where Corey’s partner Ethan seduces him with a blindfold and then tantalizes him with different scents and feelings like honey and chocolate.
Bryn: How have you found the process of extending the story?
Alex: It was rather difficult. I meant to keep the story to happen over a long weekend, so filling the novel with only three days of action was a challenge.
Bryn: Might there be sequels, or have you explored these characters as much as you want to? Alex: We shall see more of Corey but I don’t have any immediate plans to use him in a novel at this time.
As soon as the expanded version hits the website, I'll post here!
Bryn: Can you give me a quick insight into what 'Safeword' is about?
Alex: Safe Word is a murder mystery set in Provincetown during Mates weekend, a huge leather gathering. The sleuth is Corey Shaw, a telepath, who is contacted by the Provincetown PD to help solve the mystery.
Bryn: When you first wrote Safeword, did you consider the possibility of it being a novel?
Alex: No, I really considered it to be a short story, but when the reviews started coming in, everyone said it needed to be extended.
Bryn: Is the extended version hotter than the original?
Alex: Yes! I added a chapter at the beginning where Corey’s partner Ethan seduces him with a blindfold and then tantalizes him with different scents and feelings like honey and chocolate.
Bryn: How have you found the process of extending the story?
Alex: It was rather difficult. I meant to keep the story to happen over a long weekend, so filling the novel with only three days of action was a challenge.
Bryn: Might there be sequels, or have you explored these characters as much as you want to? Alex: We shall see more of Corey but I don’t have any immediate plans to use him in a novel at this time.
As soon as the expanded version hits the website, I'll post here!
Thursday 12 February 2009
If you want a few visual insights into Nix's new work, slink over to http://www.nixwinter.com/The_world_of_Nix_Winter/Blue_Promises.html
where you will find enticing pictures of her current characters.
Other sneak peeks... Alex Morgan has an extended version of his short story 'Safeword' in the offing... watch this space to find out the new title, the release date, and other juicy details.
where you will find enticing pictures of her current characters.
Other sneak peeks... Alex Morgan has an extended version of his short story 'Safeword' in the offing... watch this space to find out the new title, the release date, and other juicy details.
Friday 23 January 2009
Welcome!
Hello world!
I come bearing insights into the His and His m/m erotica line over at www.loveyoudivine.com - and I will post any time I have news of releases, of sneak peeks at what will be coming up.
In the last week or so I've been editing for Nix Winter - an absolutly yummy story, involving cute young guys doing angsty romance. I think we'll be seeing a lot of Alin and Jody - there's a distinct posibility of a series! Yay.
I've also had the pleasure of encountering new writer Jane Bled - whose skilfull work really caught my attention. Her story 'Poison' is dark, intense and hard to resist.
I come bearing insights into the His and His m/m erotica line over at www.loveyoudivine.com - and I will post any time I have news of releases, of sneak peeks at what will be coming up.
In the last week or so I've been editing for Nix Winter - an absolutly yummy story, involving cute young guys doing angsty romance. I think we'll be seeing a lot of Alin and Jody - there's a distinct posibility of a series! Yay.
I've also had the pleasure of encountering new writer Jane Bled - whose skilfull work really caught my attention. Her story 'Poison' is dark, intense and hard to resist.
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