A Blast from the Past - AMBER MOON

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BLURB:

Logan has a past he doesn't want to talk about. One, that after tonight, he is leaving behind for good. He is also leaving behind his all-consuming, unrequited love for Ryder. He will drink the Amber Moon that wise old Solomon has put in front of him and finally walk into a new future. Maybe even a new love.

But that may not have been what Solomon meant. Maybe Solomon knew something Logan didn't. Like things in Logan's past that can't be left behind. Ryder being one of them. Because Ryder doesn't like the idea of only being in Logan's past, not when he fully intends to be Logan's future.

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Logan took a seat on the far left side, well away from the bartender. Seemed the old man hadn’t seen him come in, but even as he thought it he knew it wasn’t true. The bartender had direct sight of the door, no obstacles to obscure his observance of who came and who went. Not to mention, Logan had the feeling not much, if anything, got by this man.

Logan wasn’t even sure why he was here other than the overwhelming thought that something was about to happen. He tingled from all the weirdness this day had brought. But still, here he was, not in panic mode, sitting and waiting for…

What?

Crap! Was he waiting for Ryder again? That somehow the guy would track him down after all this time and show up in a bar that wasn’t even supposed to be here?

He looked down at his hands as he contemplated simply leaving. He was fooling himself into thinking there was something here, kidding himself that anything profound could ever happen to him…like love.

“Welcome. My name is Solomon. What can I get for you?”

Logan startled. He hadn’t seen the bartender approach.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to surprise you.”

“No, it’s fine. I…” Logan stared into fathomless eyes as he sensed them reaching into his very soul. He was spellbound by them. Wrinkles of age gave the appearance the man was ancient, but even though that wasn’t quite right, suddenly Logan knew those eyes had seen everything: great pain, immense joy, the war of nations and the utter peace and trust of a sleeping child; from the grief of total loss to the delight of having come through the greatest challenge the victor. Absolutely everything! Maybe even God himself.

Solomon was the reason he was here. Solomon would change it all.

“What can I get for you?”

                   

Logan was snapped back to cruel reality. Well, this reality, whatever that was. When he looked back up at Solomon, the eyes were normal.

Of course, they’re normal, you moron. He’s a bartender, for crying out loud. That’s all. A man who knows drinks not the depths of my pain and desires. But…damn. “I…I don’t…maybe…”

“An Amber Moon, perhaps?”

“What?” His heart lurched hard enough to cause actual pain.

“I think you were about to ask for an Amber Moon.”       

There was such a drink? An Amber Moon? This was a nightmare. Had to be. You couldn’t make shit like this up…could you? “Sure.” Really? I said sure?

“Coming up.”

He watched the man walk away, the man who he thought would change his life, off to get him an Amber fucking Moon! Now he should run. Run far, far away and never look back.

But he wouldn’t. Somehow he still believed this man knew at least something. He had to. Why else would he suggest an Amber Moon?

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The Door Keeper - Excerpt #2

I was playing around again and did another "cover". These are just about as fun as the videos! Anyway, here's another unedited excerpt along with the video.

Blurb:

Arrain took two more steps which brought him right into Nick’s personal space. Nick closed his eyes and breathed in Arrain’s scent. Somehow he had committed it to memory during that short, almost adolescent, make-out session they had had back in the alley. And now all he wanted to do was submit to the man who enveloped his very being in simply being in front of him. But having his eyes closed was not good. How could he take in the nakedness of the god with his eyes closed? Except when he did open them his whole field of vision was taken up by Arrain’s eyes. Then his lips were on his and Arrain’s tongue was pushing through them and into him. Oh! How could a tongue feel so good? Nick noticed Arrain’s arms circling around him and pulling him close. Somehow Nick’s arms were already around Arrain’s neck. When had he done that? Did it matter? Their bodies were pressed together, chest to chest, groin to groin and wait! What the hell were Nick’s arms doing up so high? There was naked flesh to fondle and touch and squeeze and places where his fingers would be oh so happy to go. What’s this towel doing still covering any part of this man? Towels should be outlawed, done away with completely.

Oh! Wonderful fleshy butt cheeks that obeyed Nick’s hands when he moved them and kneaded them and pushed his digits down between them. Was that a moan coming from Arrain? Yes! Oh, such sounds, like he was enjoying Nick’s hands on him. Nick certainly relished using his hands. And his fingers. There. His opening. Can he push inside? Just a little?

“What are you doing?” Arrain’s voice was raspy as he pulled out of the kiss.

“Investigating.” Nick wished he had lube here, condoms. Damn. He hadn’t been with anyone in so long that he no longer bothered to carry any with him.

Arrain looked down on Nick. “You want to begin the pairing?”

Nick choked back a laugh. “Wow. A true romantic.” Nick pushed his finger deeper. There, That ought to put the man's mind back on the right things. 

But instead, Arrain chuckled. 

Nick grunted. “Geez. You’re laughing. Also not the reaction I was going for.”

Arrain made a quick movement back which dislodged Nick’s finger. But what Arrain did next made Nick forget all about it. Arrain dropped to his knees and started to undo Nick’s pants. But, damn. He hadn’t showered and he really needed to. He stopped Arrain’s hands and stepped back.

“Wait, big guy. I need a shower first then we can play all we want.”

“No problem. I’ll help. It’ll go faster.”

It was Nick’s turn to chuckle as he finished with the pants button and fly. “I doubt that.”

“Okay. Let me change that statement. We’ll both come faster.”

“That what this pairing thing is, then? Slam, bam?” Nick stepped out of his filthy jeans, Arrain making it nearly impossible by stepping closer to start unbuttoning his shirt. Once again his heady, very aroused, male scent driving Nick crazy.

“Well, this first time certainly will be for me. I’m so fucking hot, Nick. Seeing this body constantly, smelling you, wanting desperately to touch you all the time. I know I will not be able to hold out for long.”

Well, Nick had to admit, probably longer then he would.

And, yeah. The man was fucking hot.

Finally naked Nick suddenly felt self-conscience about his older, skinnier body. His skin wasn’t tight anymore, he was pale everywhere, there were spots and scars. Nearly hairless except for his groin area, Nick was mortified when he saw all the gray mixed in with the black pubic hair. When the fuck had he turned old there? Shit. His heart beating wildly he turned away, except now he was exposing his probably saggy old ass to the man of his dreams. His young dreams. Damn it.

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The Door Keeper

The Door Keeper

Due out May 26, 2015.

Okay, the cover is not really the cover. Just messing around with a picture I am using as a "holding cover". So, yeah, probably never be a cover artist. LOL! Anyway, below is a small unedited excerpt from this new book.

Excerpt:

“Hey! You there. What do you think you’re doing mucking around in a police cordoned off area?”

Nick had the pleasure of seeing the guy jerk up, surprised.

But he didn’t run.

Nick felt for his gun as the guy slowly moved his hands away from his body in a show of surrender. “I’m unarmed,” he called out then cocked his head. “Are you a cop?”

Nick stopped about twelve feet from him. There was something about this shadow man, something familiar. “Yeah. Who are you?”

“A friend. I’m…investigating this murder as well. I’m also after the man who did this.”

“Man? You know it’s a man and that it’s just one?”

The shadow man hesitated. “Yes. To my knowledge, there is just one who has done this and it is a man.”

“How do you know?”

“How do you not?” The man lowered his hands. “I trust you are not going to shoot me.”

“Trust is a fickle thing.” But Nick moved his hand away from his gun. “Step into the light.”

The man complied and when he did Nick knew he had never seen a more beautiful man in his life. Piercing blue eyes, curly blond hair, a heavy shadow of a darker blond beard and mustache as if he hadn’t shaved in several days. His chest was broad, his shoulders wide, the man had to stand at least six two which beat Nick’s five nine all to hell. He had on a light blue button down under a brown jacket, the sleeves rolled up, his blue tie hanging undone around his neck. His tight dark jeans hugged every inch of him and did little to hide the man’s ample package. Nick found himself wanting to palm that heat.

The other thing that threw him completely for a loop was the fact this was the shadow man from his fantasies. The pull had teased him when he spotted the man poking around in the dark. But Nick thought it was simply because he indeed was in shadow. And even though Nick had never actually seen the man who haunted his periphery he knew this man was him. In the flesh! Nick tried to speak but choked on his words so ended up having to try again.

He didn’t do much better.

“I’m going to ask you again, what are you doing here?” Raspy. Low. He sounded like an idiot as he tried to think sport scores, Wendy in that tight red top she thought she looked hot in, his mother, anything to keep his tongue from hanging out like a dog. But it didn’t work.

He was suddenly imagining the man naked.

Woof.

“I’m going to tell you again.” The man took a couple steps closer. His voice going soft. “Investigating a murder.” Did the man recognized Nick as well? Crap. He actually wanted to be pushed up against the brick and let the big man have at it.

“What department are you from?” Nick’s voice was softer, too, but only because he was actually trying to remember how to speak, trying desperately to keep his eyes up on the beautiful man’s face and not let them descend down his tight body to take another look at the bulge in the man’s pants. Was it a bulge or just the way the man was built? Just how big was that thing and would it fit?

And just where the fuck were these thoughts coming from?

Damn it! He wasn’t some horny teenager! He was a mature, career minded man with purpose. Why was he suddenly acting like he hadn’t been laid in years?

Well, he hadn’t, but that was hardly the point. He was an adult! A detective on a murder case, okay, several of them which only made what he was now obsessing about that much worse. He was even older than this large gorgeous man, too, and that was what he needed to act like. The older, wiser cop with authority over some random guy off the street. Even if that guy was fucking hot and absolutely the guy of his dreams. Literally.

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” Two more steps. If Nick didn’t start backing off the man would be right up in his face. He would be able to actually feel the man’s heat. For real. Oh yes. Too bad there had to be so many fucking layers of clothes between the skin to skin that Nick truly needed right now. Nick couldn’t help but wonder how those arms would feel around him, pulling him in for a deep hot kiss.

Kiss? Oh damn. He was in trouble.

“Try me,” Nick croaked but he was actually thinking ‘do me’. Crap he was losing it.

The man sighed. Nick wasn’t sure why but even that sounded sexy. With two additional steps the man was close enough that Nick could feel his breath. “I understand the victim was without blood?” The man reached up and ran a long finger down Nick’s cheek as he gazed at Nick’s lips. The beautiful man licked his own as Nick watched.

 But the question did have the effect of snapping Nick back to some semblance of control over his cock which had decided it, too, wanted in on the action.

Control over his cock? Who was he kidding?

But honestly, did this guy really think Nick would be impressed that he knew the victim had no blood? Anyone who read the paper this afternoon would have known that. He was giving nothing of the investigation away by answering the question. “Yes. You’re right.” The hell of it was, Nick knew he would have told the man even if he was giving something away.

“I see,” the man whispered. “Any chance I can see the body?”

The warm hand now cupped Nick’s cheek and Nick closed his eyes, leaning into it. See the body? What body? Mine? 

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A Blast from the Past

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I love Lake Superior.  Dark blue and cold year around, its shores consisting of rock instead of sand, it is not a very inviting lake. But its beauty is in its power, in its strength.  A ton of legends surround it.  As a kid one of the school trips we could choose at the end of the year was Duluth.  We would all pile on the bus and would be dumped at Camden Park which was really a park back then.  Today it is lined with hotels and shops and a board walk that runs along the shore which turns into a beautiful walking/biking trail and extends for about two miles.  Very touristy and if you are fortunate enough to be able to live in Duluth, you probably hate it. But back then it was simply a city park where you brought along a loaf of bread to feed the crazy sea gulls and if you were really lucky, you would get to see a freighter come in.  Camden Park is right next to the Duluth pier, where freighters sound out their horns, telling the lift bridge if they are “lakers” or “saltys”.  Then of course the lift bridge answers them back.  Very loud.  The kids love it.   But the huge ships pass so close that if you are standing on the pier it takes up your whole field of vision.  It’s almost as if you can reach out and touch them. 

When I started writing The Superior Jewel I actually couldn’t put it in Duluth although I do intimate it.  If you know anything about Duluth you would know it is nowhere near the Apostle Islands.  To actually tour the islands by boat you would have to travel to Bayfield, Wisconsin, which is only an hour and a half from Duluth by road but a whole lot farther by water.  Plus, there is no four hour dinner cruise that takes you in and around the islands, I made that up.  I wish there were though. We once, as a family, spent a weekend on Madeline Island, the biggest and only “inhabited” island in the group and that was only on the south side.  Although there were tons of hiking trails, the rest of the island was wild.  It was also very strange knowing that at a particular time in the night you would no longer have access to the mainland.  All ferries stopped running thereby cutting us off from the rest of civilization.  I would do it again in a heartbeat. 

It was fun creating my characters and giving them the same love for the lake and the Apostle Islands as I have.  Even though I do not spend a lot of time explaining them I think you can still feel that passion in the story.  I hope you give it a try. 

To entice you a little more, here is an excerpt:

“Come on, Cheyenne. Please? This table is fine.” Ryan tried to whisper the words, incredibly embarrassed the waiter stood right behind him with a frown, basically tapping his foot. He hadn’t had the time or the courage to look and find Jansen Branwyth. All he knew was Jansen did not grace any of the tables closest to this one and so this was the best table in the house as far as he was concerned.

“No! I want one closer to the windows.” She huffed, stomping her small foot and pointing farther into the large space.

“But, Cheyenne, you’ve made it clear you don’t even like Lake Superior. Why do you suddenly have to sit near a window?” Although Ryan would not have minded in the least. But as he looked in the direction she’d been pointing, his heart began to race. Shit. There he fucking sat—at a table totally alone and watching them. Well, watching Cheyenne, which had to be the reason she wanted to sit over there. Could this night get any worse?

“I am sorry, ma’am”—the waiter fidgeted nervously—“but this is the table assigned to you and your guest. Please accept my sincere apologies if this table is not to your expectations.”

“No,” Ryan pleaded. “This table is fine. Thank you.” He turned again to Cheyenne. “Please, Cheyenne. Let’s just get through this night, okay?” He took the chair the waiter held for her and told her with his eyes to sit down.

She stood for a moment glaring at him, then walked to a chair on the other side of the table, most likely so she would face Jansen. She waited for Ryan to come around to seat her. Ryan let out a breath, simply grateful she gave in. Besides, better she face Jansen, because he sure as hell didn’t want to. His stomach was still doing little flips every time he thought about the man. He had a very real longing to talk with Jansen some more. But he also had that same desire welling up inside him he’d had the first time they’d met. And those strong feelings were extremely confusing and frightening. However, right now he was more embarrassed of those feelings than anything else.
He walked over to the chair and pulled it out for Cheyenne. She slowly and artfully sat, pulling on her too-tight dress and making a show of placing the napkin in her lap.

She looked up at Ryan with murder in her eyes. “Fine,” she said under her breath, “but you owe me.”

Ryan gave her a smile, knowing it came out more like a grimace. He made his way to the chair he’d originally held for her, sat, and looked up at the waiter. “Scotch and soda—easy on the soda—please?”

The waiter smiled a warm grateful smile at Ryan. “Of course, sir.” Then he turned toward Cheyenne, the smile disappearing, returning to nervousness again. “And for the ma’am?”

Cheyenne shot the waiter a glare. “Quit hovering! Bring me a cosmo.”

Ryan touched the waiter’s arm when he turned back to Ryan. “Thank you.”

The waiter beamed. “Please, sir, call me Alfred.” He bowed slightly and left.


“What now, Ryan? You flirting with the wait staff?” She laughed.

Ryan blushed hard yet again. Crap. Flirting? Maybe, but not with the wait staff. However, he definitely had been flirting with a man. One Mr. Jansen Branwyth to be specific. He knew she had no clue how close to the truth she had come but it still made him dizzy…and pissed. His drink could not get here soon enough.

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The Door Keeper

Just got the publish date for The Door Keeper 

from Amber Allure

May 24, 2015!

My first "PAXE" through Amber Allure and with five other authors is coming out May 24th! These are stories with a similar theme. In this case the theme was to write a story about the 77th Police Precinct in a particular city. I chose Minneapolis/St. Paul.

This is not the real cover, just one I came up with as a "holding cover". But I wanted to share not only the date and the blurb (below) but also the new video! 

Blurb:

The Minneapolis/St.Paul 77^th police precinct has been labeled as a group of misfits. It's actually unfair. They, in reality, have talent. Paranormal talent. Of course, no one really knows that. 

Nick, their boss, keeps them busy chasing all those creepy crawly things that tend to go "bump" in the night, keeping the cities safe and totally unaware that doors to other realms even exist. Mainly because Nick is the Door Keeper. He keeps order in what would otherwise be chaos. 

But chaos has suddenly reared its ugly head in the form of a dangerous vampire. Ferociously brutal, he is a killing machine and must be stopped. So the last thing Nick needs is another partner. Especially one as sexy as Arrain. 

To top it off, Arrain intends on being more than just a partner. Something Nick cannot allow. Not with the secret he harbors.

However, turns out Arrain has a few secrets of his own and one thing he knows. The vampire is after Nick to not only kill the Door Keeper, but to take his power. Can he get Nick to trust him in time to save him?

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Excerpt from the upcoming "I Believe Now"

Max chuckled. “You’re really enjoying this aren’t you?”

Asher laughed as he pulled away. “Yeah…even though I know you’re the one who got me the job.”

Max reached over and grabbed Asher around the neck and pulled him back into his embrace. “I didn’t get you the job. You applied along with thirty other photographers and got the job yourself.”

“See? Right there! That’s how come I know you did it. I never told you any of that.”

Max looked down into Asher’s face with a smile. “Do you think I would allow you to do anything without checking it out first? Of course I know all about it.”

“Oh…yeah, you would do that…right.” He shifted under Max’s arm, not really sure how to take all this over protectiveness. “So…you didn’t threaten any lives or anything? You know, call in some markers?”

Max laughed, something Asher noticed he was doing a lot more of recently. “No, I did not threaten any lives or call in any markers.” He sobered. “Are you disappointed?”

Asher turned to look at Max, a thoughtful look on his face. Disappointed? Really? Did he actually want Max to do those things for him? Well, not threaten people or anything but maybe the occasional marker would be nice; but then again, maybe just a little irritating too. If the mere mention of Max’s name could move mountains, small accomplishments, like these photo books, should mean little to nothing even in his own opinion.

But truthfully he lost himself every time he lifted the camera to his eye. The hours flew by as he chased the light and shadows. The moments he seemed to be able to capture…no, not just moments, but emotion. And not just capture, but create something that would speak to everyone who took the time to look. Sometimes it was just an image, but other times he knew he could make people see what he saw at that moment. He could make people feel the reason he clicked the button in the first place. He felt the magic flow through him and he knew at least some of the shots were exceptional. So at the moment, anyway, it really didn’t matter to him what Max’s name alone could accomplish.

“No. Of course not. I am certainly not disappointed. I love the fact I got the job on my own...if I did.” He saw Max smirk as the man put the thin cigarette to his mouth. “I’m having fun and the shots are turning out great. I might even enter some of the shots in this contest coming up. The winner will have a showing of their work at the next Art Fair Chicago.”

Max nodded his head. “I’ve gone to that a few times.”

Asher once again pulled back after he had settled into Max’s shoulder and looked up at him. “What? You? Cultured? You’re kidding me, right?”

Max smiled but it looked more like he had just been insulted. “Even cold blooded, heartless criminals enjoy art, Asher.”

Well, Asher had to admit the old man did have taste. One look at this living room alone screamed all kinds of things about Max’s personality. Sharp, clean lines, minimalist simplicity with only a touch of color. He leaned his back into the couch suddenly feeling tired again but not taking his eyes off of his lover’s wickedly beautiful face. “I bet if I had any of the pictures I already took of you being the cold blooded…what was that again? Oh yeah, heartless criminal, I would win for sure. Maybe I need to take some more.”

Max raised an eyebrow.

“Don’t worry. I’m not following you.” Asher huffed out.

“I know.”

“But you are following me.”

“I am.”

“Why?”

“I think that would be obvious. To keep you safe.”

“There isn’t anyone out to get me anymore…except you that is.”

Max made no comment as he set his now empty glass down on the table in front of him and snuffed out his cigarette.

“Hey! There is no one out to get me, right?”

“Of course not. But I am still going to protect you.”

“Yeah, well, I noticed a few more guards then usual today. What’s going on?”

“Nothing you need to concern yourself about.”

“So there is something going on. What?” Asher sat up straight and looked right at him, his heart suddenly tripping. “Did something happen?”

Max simply took Asher’s glass from his hand and set it down, too, then took the front of Asher’s robe and pulled him into a firm kiss. Asher fought for a bit, finally being shoved down onto the couch and pinned. Max broke the kiss just so he could whisper in his ear, “It is none of your concern. Stay out of it. I will take care of everything.” Then he took him into a deeper kiss, his hands exploring, making Asher forget they had even been talking.

But Asher did wonder vaguely what would become of dinner.

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NEW from Fireborn Publishing "I Believe Now"

Asher Madden and Max Tyler are back!

The long awaited sequel to UNTIL YOU is finally on deck! 

 June 26, 2015 is the release date!

BLURB:

Yes, Max Tyler and Asher Madden are back! And so is a very angry man from Max's sordid past. A man who believes he has been seriously wronged by the great and powerful Max Tyler.

Wyatt Jackson is angry. Max Tyler made it impossible for the former Congressman to be re-elected and that was all the politician had been after. To top it off, because of all the lies Tyler told,  Jackson almost ended up in prison. Then, to add insult to injury, Tyler left him alive, making it obvious he thought less than nothing of the man's ability to be a problem for him. That just made him more than mad.

Jackson wants an apology. He wants his life back. He wants Max Tyler dead.

Lucky for him, he has a plan to make it all happen.

All of it.

First step? Kidnap Asher Madden.

Max is aware of his error in not tying up that loose end who went by the name of Wyatt Jackson. He just didn't think the man had it in him to bite back. Not after everything that happened over a year ago. But when Asher goes missing and the former Congressman takes the credit for the kidnapping, Max comes up with a few plans of his own. 

The only problem is, this time, those well thought out, perfectly planned, sequence of events that were supposed to defeat the bad guy and get Asher back in his protective arms do not play out as perfectly as Max thought they would. And because of that, niether Asher nor Max may make it out alive.

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