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Toby looked in the mirror one more time, Silas really did know what he was talking about when it came to clothes. He once more contemplated his upcoming lunch with Tara.
Why had he agreed to it?
She was an exotic beauty with dark skin and even darker hair and her eyes seemed as if they could look right into his soul. And that was all great…But, she was a Mistress. How was he supposed to deal with her? How was he supposed to act around her?
His thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell ringing.
“I’ll get it,” Silas called.
Shit! Toby thought. He ran out the door, hurtled down the stairs and knew he wasn’t going to be in time when he heard the front door opening.
“Mistress Tara, what a wonderful surprise.” Silas’ voice sounded so innocent to the untrained ear.
Luckily Tara didn’t have one of those ears. “Silas, do you want me to report you to Oliver?”
Toby chuckled as he descended the last few steps and then stopped, frozen by the sight in front of him.
Tara stood there, her hands on her hips, glaring at Silas. But, that wasn’t what had caught Toby’s attention. She was wearing a teal green dress that fitted her like a second skin. It had thin straps over her shoulders and fell all the way to her ankles. The split up the side reached tantalizingly close to the top of her thigh. She towered over Silas in matching green high heeled sandals. Oh God, he was underdressed, he needed to go back—
Toby’s thoughts were scattered by an unexpected voice calling out.
“Report what to me?” Oliver came through the door and Silas rounded on Toby.
“What’s he doing here?”
Toby looked between Tara, Oliver and Silas. “Why do you think I would know? Why don’t you ask him?”
Silas turned his glare on Oliver who held up his hands in surrender. “We thought it wouldn’t be a good idea for you to be in the house alone. And since I happen to know Daniel is with Carlos, well, it seems I have bodyguard duty today.”
Silas didn’t seem to be having any of that. “Bodyguard? You mean babysitter. I don’t need a babysitter. I’m in my own house and the security system is crazy. No one can get in or out without something going off somewhere.”
“That’s beside the point,” Oliver said scowling at Silas. “We think it would be better if—”
“You think? Well, no one asked me. What about what I think? What if I—”
“Shut up,” Toby demanded. “Si, I would feel better if you had company this afternoon. Please.”
The please seem to do the trick and Silas agreed to allow Oliver to sit in the living room and stay out of his way.
Toby was grateful for small blessings and dragged a laughing Tara out the door.
Silas glared at Oliver as the front door clicked shut behind his brother and his date.
“So, what do you have planned?” Oliver asked.
“DVDs, popcorn and soda.” Silas bit the words out and groaned as Oliver seemed to perk up.
“Great, so what are we watching?”
Silas grinned to himself then pasted on his most innocent expression. “I was thinking of Westside Story, or maybe Fiddler on the Roof.” He almost lost it at the look of horror on Oliver’s face. Those movies—although good to watch—were also over two hours long each. Westside Story even had an interval, on a DVD.
“That sounds great,” Oliver said in a strained voice, and Silas lost it. He doubled over in laughter and had to hold his sides.
He let out a yelp when Oliver clapped a firm hand on the back of his neck. “Think you’re funny, do you, boy?”
Silas spun out of Oliver’s grip and ran for the kitchen, laughing all the way.
Oliver caught him as he entered the kitchen, lifted him up and pinned him to the wall inside the doorway.
“You’ve been bad, boy. I think you need to be punished.”
Silas’ mind shut down. How many times had he heard almost those exact words, only said in a much deeper, angrier tone?
Silas instantly started to struggle. He needed to get away. He hadn’t been bad. He couldn’t take another punishment.
Oliver tightened his grip on Silas and tried to get his boy’s attention. “Silas! Silas, open your eyes. You need to calm down or you’re going to hurt yourself.”
“No. No. No,” Silas cried as he shook his head back and forth. “I haven’t been bad. I didn’t do it. Please Master, no more punishments. I’ll do better…”
Fuck! What had he done?
Oliver held Silas tight to him and moved into the living room. Sitting on the couch he continued to hold and soothe Silas. He’d been present for a few of Carlos’ panic attacks and he knew there was nothing he could really do except keep talking and stop Silas from hurting himself. He’d either come out of it or exhaust himself.
It took over half an hour but Silas finally went limp in his arms. As his boy’s breathing evened out Oliver sung a soft lullaby his mother had used to comfort him when he was younger.
When Silas was asleep Oliver turned on himself and called himself all sorts of names. He really needed to start thinking about what he did and said. That was the second panic attack his boy had had. He wasn’t naive enough to think it would be the last, but he did think he could use his own common sense to try and minimalize the chances of setting one off.
He settled back more comfortably and waited for his boy to wake up so he could apologize.
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I have re-edited Help! My Lover’s an Alien and put it up on Kindle, Kindle Unlimited, and Amazon Paperback.
Lor is an Elite Guard for his planet’s ambassador, and they’re heading for Earth. He is not looking for his mate, but, when they arrive he finds him. What should he do? How does an alien court a human?
Dillon is a trainer for the military. All he wants is a man to love him for who he is. That’s not too much to ask, is it?
Can two men from different species make a lasting relationship work?
**This is a story written for the Goodreads MM Romance Group, Love is an Open Road, DRitC Event**
As Amazon will not allow me to list this book for free all royalties will go to charities that support LBGT causes.
In the center of the room was a male human calling out orders.
He shouted something to a male that had just been pinned to the mat. The male stood up and faced the male in charge.
Lor watched as a fight ensued. Since the ambassador didn’t intervene, he assumed it was part of the training. The male in charge had the other pinned within four moves.
“What did he do wrong?” he called out to the other males.
He was not anticipating your moves, thought Lor.
A blond put his hand in the air. “Yes, Gilbert?”
“He didn’t anticipate your moves, sir,” Gilbert said and Lor hid a smile.
“Yes that’s correct,” the male responded with a nod. “Now, you come and show them how it’s done.”
Gilbert flushed so bright Lor could see his skin change color even from his post near the door. As the two males faced off against each other, the male in charge turned, and his eyes met Lor’s. Lor could have sworn he stopped breathing. The male had very short brown hair and was shorter than Lor, but the thing that caught Lor’s attention was the male’s eyes. They shone the brightest shade of green Lor had ever seen.
This was what his magic had been trying to tell him.
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Title: Good Boys
Series: The Solomon Series, Book One
Author: Keelan Ellis
Genre: Gay Fiction, Detective, Mystery
Publisher: Wayward Ink Publishing
Paul Solomon is a homicide detective in Baltimore, a city with a high murder rate and a complicated relationship between the police and the citizens they are sworn to protect.
He’s also a gay man who has been out on the job since he first joined. Being out on a tough police force hasn’t always been easy, but living with integrity is important to him.
Paul’s love life becomes as tumultuous as his job with the demise of his relationship of eight years. While dealing with the emotional and physical upheaval in his personal life, a case comes across his desk that hits a little too close to home—the murder of two gay teenagers.
Paul and his partner, Tim Cullen, must solve the double homicide, and Paul has to find a way to move on from his failed relationship.
“You want something to eat? We could get a table.”
“I’m not hungry.” Paul rubbed his foot against Owen’s ankle. “I thought maybe I could see your place. You live close to here; right?” He was surprised to see Owen’s face fall slightly. “But if you want to get something, sure. We can do that.”
Owen gave a short laugh. “But you’d rather go fuck now, so you can get home early, I suppose?”
“Owen.” Paul gestured helplessly. “I’m sorry. I thought that’s why you wanted me to call. I didn’t mean—”
“It is,” he replied, rolling his eyes. “I just thought we could, I don’t know, hang out for a while first. You know, as if you actually liked me?”
Paul rubbed his face. This was not how he’d envisioned the evening going. “I do like you. I’m sorry,” he repeated. “I’m bad at this. I don’t usually do this. It’s not me.”
“I know it’s not,” Owen said, smiling a little now. “So what’s going on? You’re feeling bad about something; that’s obvious. Is it Andy? You regret breaking up or something?”
Paul shook his head. “It’s a work thing. You don’t want to hear about that.”
“I do if it’s bothering you.”
“You never used to,” he said. “I don’t want to bum you out.”
Owen sighed. “That was eight years ago, stupid. You think I’m the same person I was when I was twenty-two? Did you want me to be?”
“No.” Paul shrugged. “Maybe. I don’t know. Shit. Let’s get a table. I’m—”
“Don’t say you’re sorry again. Let’s settle up.” He caught the bartender’s eye and made a signing gesture.
“Owen, no, come on. I’m an asshole. Let me start over.”
The bartender stood in front of Owen and asked, “You want these both on your tab?”
“No,” Paul said, “I’ll get it.” He pulled out his wallet and handed him a card. When the bartender had walked away, he said, “You want me to drop you off at your place?”
“What?” Owen laughed. “Oh, sweetie,” he said, patting Paul’s hand. “I’m not quite that sensitive. We’re going back to my apartment and you’re going to tell me what’s got you so worked up, and then I’ll make you feel better.”
A great story and I can’t wait to see what the author comes up with for the next book.
The characters are engaging and the storyline intriguing.
A well recommended read.
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KEELAN ELLIS is an east coast girl for life, a progressive, a lover of music and musicians, a mother of two very challenging girls, a loyal though sometimes thoughtless friend, a slacker, a dreamer and a bad influence. She likes true crime podcasts, great television and expensive craft cocktails made by hipsters in silly vests.
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States of Love – Wyoming
Devon fled Wyoming as soon as he turned eighteen, leaving behind his high school love, Levi. After six years in the big city, Devon returns to his hometown. Not much has changed, except that Levi is no longer in the closet. He’s also single and living his dream—managing the local wild horse population. Both of them are very interested in picking up where they left off, but Devon is no more ready to reveal his orientation than he was as a teenager.
No one is going to shove Levi back in the closet—not even Devon. For a relationship to work, they’ll have to put the past behind them and find the courage to face the future as who they really are—a couple in love. But Devon doesn’t know if he’s strong enough. Maybe Levi would be better off without him—and his hang-ups.
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Devon sank down on his couch as exhaustion swamped him. Most of it was from moving in, but the change in elevation didn’t help. He’d gotten used to being closer to sea level, so going back to the dry air at over six thousand feet was going to take some getting used to.
Bloody noses had become the norm while he stayed with Blake. Devon didn’t want to deal with them repeatedly and considered getting a humidifier until he managed to acclimate.
He looked around his living room. Boxes were scattered everywhere, and he should be unpacking, but he was too tired. At least he hadn’t had to carry everything in himself. Blake, Travis, and Seth were waiting for him when he pulled into the apartment complex. They shrugged off his objections and insisted they had nothing better to do. Devon appreciated it, but he wasn’t comfortable around them anymore. He managed to be a proper host, but damn, he was glad they left after a couple beers each. They made noise about getting together again soon, but Devon had used getting settled in as an excuse to keep from committing to anything.
He stood and wandered into his small kitchen. He didn’t bother opening the fridge or any of the cupboards. He knew they were empty. His stomach growled, reminding him he hadn’t eaten for a while. Devon dug his keys out of his pocket and headed for the door. He’d get something to eat and then maybe stop at the store to pick up a few staples. Paper plates, sandwich fixings, some chips, and he’d be good for a couple of days. At least it would give him time to get a few things—like pots and pans—unpacked. Then he could do a full grocery shop.
An hour later he was comfortably full from a greasy burger, fries, and a shake. He’d never eaten a lot of fast food, but he had few other options. He headed to Walmart, determined to stick to his list of sandwich stuff and maybe some eggs. Surely he could dig out some pans before the food expired. He headed to the chips first and scanned for the familiar bag of Cheddar and Sour Cream Ruffles. They were his all-time favorite, though he also knew he’d want something else after a day or two. So he grabbed a couple of other bags and headed for the eggs and then the freezer aisle.
Sandwiches and chips would get old fast. He found some frozen breakfast sandwiches he could microwave, tossed them in the cart, and moved on. Frozen lasagna quickly joined the few other items in his cart, followed by some potpies, a few TV dinners, and a bag of chimichangas. So what if he wasn’t sticking to his mental list?
He was more focused on getting groceries for the next few days than on the people around him.
He froze when a familiar voice spoke his name. He closed his eyes briefly, ducked his head, and steeled himself. He knew it would happen eventually, when he found out Levi still lived there. He thought he’d have more time to prepare. He swallowed—hard—and turned to face the man who had at one time meant everything to him. The man he’d risked being found out for. He lifted his head and gazed into the moss-colored eyes.
Renee Stevens first started writing in her teens but didn’t get serious about being an author until her mid-twenties. Since then she’s written a number of contemporary stories, as well as delved into the paranormal. When not writing, or spending time in the outdoors, Renee can usually be found working on GayAuthors.org in her capacity of Admin, Blog Coordinator, and Anthology Coordinator.
Renee resides in Wyoming with her wonderfully supportive husband and a menagerie of four-legged critters. Making the most of the nearly constant negative temperatures and mounds of snow, Renee spends much of the winter months in hibernation with her laptop, the voices in her head keeping her company while her husband works.
When she needs a break from writing, Renee takes to the sewing machine to design, and make, beautiful quilts. When the snow finally disappears, usually around May or June, Renee can be found in the great-outdoors. She spends her time on the mountain, at the lake, and just anywhere that she can do some camping, take some photos, and ride the four-wheelers with her hubby. Once back at home, it’s back to writing.
Title: Age is Just a Number
Authors: Eric Gober, Layla Dorine, Lily Velden, Dale Cameron Lowry, Eddy LeFey, Asta Idonea, Louise Lyons, Kassandra Lea, Carol Pedroso, Aimee Brissay
Genre: Gay, Romance, May/December Romance, LGBT
Publisher: Wayward Ink Publishing
There’s something to be said for life experience, a little gray at the temple…
And then there is the appeal of youth.
When it comes to what the heart wants, Age Is Just A Number.
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TWENTY LIGHT YEARS BETWEEN US
An alien encounter…
An unfortunate misstep…
A lightning fast journey through space…
The laws of physics are about to wreak havoc on Walt and Michael’s May-December love.
This is a funny short story. Aliens learning seventy’s slang and smoking pot. It also puts a new spin on the phrase ‘Forty Winks’.
Love the storyline and thought it a fun read.
ALL ROADS LEAD WITHIN
When James spotted Rogue, a young man for whom wandering is like breathing, half-dozing on the hood of his car, he never expected that warning him about the dangers of sleeping out in the open would lead to a weekly visitor at his door.
A well written and thought out story. It kept me intrigued and interested all the way through.
The feeling of always looking for something, but never finding it really comes through. Then when he finally finds a home it’s a wonderful thing to read.
Upon the death of his grandfather, up and coming Fantasy author, Thomas, returns home.
A place he left four years earlier to get over his unrequited love for Sam Fletcher, his older, straight, and very much married neighbor.
Thomas soon discovers, however, that things are much changed with Sam…
This one made me shake my head at all the girls out there that think they can turn a gay man straight.
Sam had it hard and has tried to make the best with what life has thrown at him.
I did feel a bit sorry for Troy – although, I am not excusing his behaviour, he needed his mouth to be washed out with soap. But, his world was turned on it’s head and that would be hard for any young person.
A thought provoking read.
AMERICAN MASTER BAKER
Dale Cameron Lowry
Baking is a way of life for Joey, a young pastry chef vying for first place in the popular reality show American Master Bakers.
But the judges have been showing favoritism to Terence, an aggravatingly attractive older man with more experience under his belt.
When the competition gets hot, so do the two men. Can a relationship that started in hatred end in love?
What probably started as a ratings booster, turns into a great way of throwing two blind idiots together.
The young man doesn’t want to admit he admires his working partner, but in the end even he can’t deny it.
The tension is well written and the climax (pun intended😉 ) is spectacular.
ALPHA AND OMEGA: THE CLAIMING
A young Omega shifter meets a much older Alpha.
Will Elliot let Issac help him be who he is too afraid to be?
This was a longer story and had a lot going on. It really pulled me into the character’s feelings and I found myself wanting to kill the older brother for the omega.
The main thing I took from the story was, ‘Don’t judge a book by its cover, or a person by their looks, station, sexuality, etc. The world would be a much better place if more people remembered this.
A highly recommended story.
STAND AND DELIVER
Necessity has forced former soldier Captain Keen to assume the occupation of gentleman highwayman. His fortunes take a turn, however, the night he stops the Marquis de Beaumont’s coach and gets more than he bargained for when he utters the words “Stand and deliver!”
Haha, I had a good laugh at the gay highway man that had to fight off the women throwing themselves at him.
A wonderful short historic story that will leave you wanting to hear more about the MCs.
LOST AND FOUND
The loss of his best friend leads Phil to find love.
You will need tissues when you read this story.
It is a sweet, beautiful tale and is a must if you’re a dog lover.
TRAIL TO LOVE
There’s only one thing Kit Conley likes more than horses and that’s Roman Meadery.
But will the elite rider ever notice him?
Short and sweet. This little story will pull on your heart strings and leave you going, awww.
CRUISING WITH LOVE
Gus is under the thumb of a controlling father. Can meeting his mate give him a reason to make a break for freedom?
Nelson is twice Gus’ age, and very protective of what is his.
What will happen when Gus’ father tries to split them up? And what surprises does Nelson have up his sleeve?
Since this one is mine I will refrain from making any comment, except, I would love to hear everyone’s comments and suggestions.
A few seconds, that’s all it takes to make a difference between life and death.
Between killing someone and stopping on time.
But is it enough to turn yourself around when you’ve hit bottom?
Or to make you recognize something good when you have it?
This story hit very close to home. My father works on the trains in the UK and has for over thirty-five years. I have met train drivers who have had people jump, unfortunately they were too near and they didn’t miss. I don’t think anyone ever really gets over any event like that.
This story deals with a very sensitive issue very well. Adding the romance side as well rounds it out into a great story.
“What happened to your face?” Nelson demanded when he met Gus on the deck that night.
“My father didn’t like me not being where he wanted me to be.” Gus shrugged. “Oh, and I may have mouthed off. Don’t worry about it, I—”
Gus stopped talking when Nelson covered the bruise with gentle kisses. Nelson couldn’t believe a father could treat a son and heir the way he had seen St. John treating Gus. He heard the gossip from the staff about how St. John was always ordering them around and nothing was ever good enough for him. He had also heard reports about shouting coming from the suite the family shared.
“I will kill him if he puts his hands on you again.” Nelson growled against Gus’ skin and pulled his mate closer.
“So this is where you’ve been sneaking off to.”
Both men spun around, but before either of them could say anything, Nelson felt a blinding pain and everything went black.
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Pardon me, Your Majesty.
“So, the boys told you their story? I’m glad you and Oliver gained their trust. They need more friends. Or maybe more?”
Carlos smiled into his beer. “It was hard to hear what they went through and probably ten times harder for them to tell us. But, I think it will help a lot going forward.
“Also, I think we should partner Toby up with someone. He’s left to his own devices a lot at the club and that leaves him vulnerable, you never know what may happen. I know he thinks he can look after himself with all his government training. and, of course, he did kill Harold to rescue the others, but—”
“WHAT!” Tara screeched. “What do you mean he killed someone? And who is Harold?” Tara couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “All I know is the boys were with an abusive Master and Toby took them away from him. I think you’d better fill me in.”
“Um…Well…” Carlos look supremely uncomfortable. “Ah, you remember what you said about it not being your story to tell?”
He had a fucking point, why did he have to be so…so…argh!
Tara sighed. “Okay, you got me there. But, as soon as you can I want to know everything.”
“Of course, Your Royal Highness,” Carlos said with a flamboyant bow.
“Fuck off,” Tara retorted giving him the finger.
“Pardon me, your majesty.” He grinned then danced out of reach as she went to punch him.
“I’ll catch you sometime. You won’t expect it.”
Toby sat at the café table as watched Silas ordering another drink at the counter. He was meant to be meeting Tara for lunch soon. Should he cancel? Or would Silas agree to go home?
Sighing he took out his phone to text and cancel as Silas returned to the table. He paused when he saw the to go cup.
“Not staying?” He raised an eyebrow in query.
“Actually, I just want to go home and crash. I may grab some popcorn and chips, then veg out with a stack of DVDs.”
“Well, I need to go home and change. Why don’t I give you a ride?”
Silas gave him a suspicious look, but agreed and they headed out together.
An hour later Toby was standing in front of his closet trying to decide what to put on. What did one wear to meet a Domme for lunch? He’d never moved in these sort of circles before and, though of course he’d spoken to Anna when she’d recommended the club, he didn’t really have any firsthand experience of the lifestyle like his brothers did.
Hmmm, red shirt to match his hair, with tan slacks? Or maybe, a tan shirt to bring out the light specks in his brown eyes, with dark slacks?
“Who’s the lucky lady? Or have you come to your sense yet, and decided to join Danny and I’s team?” Silas’ voice made him spin, almost tripping on the slacks he was holding.
Scowling he straightened. “None of your business. But, if you must know I have a lunch with Tara. I promised to keep her up to date with the investigation.”
Silas snickered. “Wear the tan shirt with dark blue—not black—pants. Oh, and make sure you’re back by curfew, there’s a good boy.”
He ducked out as Toby sent a cushion at him and it slammed in to the closed bedroom door.
Sighing he picked up the tan shirt and navy blue pants before heading for the shower.
He’d nearly had him. Why did that damn brother have to turn up at that moment? If Silas listened to him and stayed with others he’d be even harder to get to.
He would get him. He had to get him. No one else would be able to take the pain he dished out. no one else would be so perfect for the role he needed filled.
Why did it have to be so hard?
Maybe he’d get another chance at the club on Saturday.
Until then, he would plan. He wanted to be totally ready when he finally got his hands on his prize.
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