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Julia

Flash Fiction Scene

Hi,

Hope all had a great week and read some amazon stories. This week’s Flash Fiction Scene is another one of those that I’m letting my mind take control and writer whatever comes to mind. There is no prhase or scene creating my idea.

Hope you all have a wonderful week and enjoy the last few days before Christmas.

Remember let your imagination soar when youread.

Julia

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Note This is an unedited scene

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The house was finished. Yet . . .

Something was off. The open house was set. There’d already been two other realtors ask about the layout and price. That boded well for a quick sell, but . .

Something. What?

“Outside looks great.”

Sam spun to face the guy that broke his heart and left him high and dry to finish their hundredth house flip.

“Riley.”

“Don’t get all pissy on me.”

“I do not get pissy.”

“Then why are yours arm crossed?”

Shit. He dropped them to his side. He hadn’t meant to do that. He’d promised himself that the next time he ran across Riley that he would show him a happy person living a wonderful life.

“What did you need, Riley?”

“Wanted to see the finished project. House looks amazing. Does the inside match the outside?”

“Course it does. I designed it.”

“Who did the demo and construction?”

“Hired an outside team.”

“Why not use my crew?”

“Why? You dare ask me that after you up and left everything we’d built over the last ten years.”

“I did not leave the business.”

“Yes you did.”

“No I didn’t. I left you.”

“The why did you leave me a fucking message that you would not partake on our project.”

“Key word there this project.” Riley snorted. “You never listen to the words that are spoken. That’s why I had to leave.”

“I listen.” He sapped and took a huge step, placing himself right against Riley hard chest.

“Then tell me why I had to leave you?”

“Obviously isn’t it?”

“From what I heard from Taylor it wasn’t.”

“Taylor don’t know his head from a hole in the ground. You trust what you hear from him?”

“No. I do trust what Charlie and Kent told me.”

Big mouths. He hadn’t wanted his reaction to Riley dumping him to get back to him.

“Ready to listen to me out, again.”

“You made yourself clear.”

“Not if you think I left you for good.”

Sam snorted and shook his head, little good it did. Riley kept right on talking.

“What I told you was that I had an audition with Ralph that might take me away for a year. I never once said I was leaving you. I promised to come and see you once a week and skype every night.”

Had that been what he said? Sam scratched his head, replying that night. All he had heard was that he would be leaving. For a year never hit my mind. Nor the promise Riley said he made. Had he really blanked out at the idea of a year long-distance relationship. Shit.

“Did you get the job?”

Riley nodded. “I’ve been down in the jungles of Africa for the last three weeks. I heard that the crew was working on the Collins house, which wasn’t set to be done until next month. I asked them why they weren’t working on this project and was told you never called them in.”

He didn’t like it when Riley went on a shoot for a video. Riley hadn’t taken on a movie in over six years. The last one he acted in had all but ruined their relationship. Sam still wonder from time to time if Riley had truly cheated on him when he was in Paris. After I confronted him about my concerns there’d been a huge fight and Riley promised to change his ways. He’d done so. Created his construction company. He kept doing small commercials, but they were few and never last more than one or two days away.

Why was he going back on his word? Did he think I had forgotten the last time?

“I know what I promised you, but . . .

“There is not but, Riley. You promised.”

“I know, but this is the best roll I’ve ever had been offered.”

“You’ve said that before.”

“I know, but this time . . . The roll is perfect for any gay man.”

“Gay?”

“Yes. The movie is going to be the first Gay R-rated movie that made it to the big screen.”

“There’s going to be sex scenes then?”

Riley hung his head. “The kisses and faked sex acts mean nothing. You know it’s just a job.”

“One you promised not to take on again.”

“I thought you wouldn’t mind since it was a major step among the LGTB community.”

“I can see how important it is for our kind, but why do you have to be the one to star in the movie. There are other gay actors.”

“You are not going to forgive me if I do this, are you?”

Sam didn’t know how to answer that. That he broke his promise was a major blow to their relationship, but knowing he would be in a romantic scene with another . . . All he could see was the last movie he stared in when he was in the bed with a woman and had a major boner. That scene hadn’t made it into the movie, but it was on the deleted scenes for the X-rated release. I knew the moment Riley’s cock hardened. He got the same look he did when he was fucking me senseless.

“Please, you know I . . .”

Sam held his hand. “I’m not sure about where things will go if you take this movie.”

“I done signed the contract. If I break it, it will cost me more than I was getting paid.” Riley shifted from foot-to-foot. “Will you agree try the long distance relationship to the way that I suggested. If it doesn’t work out then I will not pressure you into giving me another chance.”

Sounded fair. Sam and him had a long life together. Most were good times. There were times that they foung, but never to the point of this. There was no way he would give up on Sam without fully exploring every option.

“Okay, but if you . . . If you cheat on me, or fail to come home when you say you will, then things will be over.”

“Okay. Great. Thank you.” Riley walked up to him, and pulled him into a tight hug. Kissed his cheek and said, “I’ve missed you these last few weeks.”

Sam melted into his body, forgetting where they stood and what was the main purpose he’d come to the new remodled sight. He pulled back and squared his shoulder. “Okay. That’s settled, let me show you the house.”

“Sounds great.” Riley took hold of his hand and moved them up the short walkway.”

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Flash Fiction Post

Hi,

Hope all has been fine over the last week. Mine’s been busy. I got the book Revealed By Love up for pre-release. It will go live on Kindle and in Kindle Unlimited on Jan. 1m 2018. (Lord is it truly weeks a way?) With that being setup and ready to go, I’ve been focusing on editing another revised book of mine. But . . . Today is Flash Fiction Scene. Not sure where this came from, but it came to my mind and I had to get it out , so I could move onto some more edits.

Hope you enjoy this week’s scene and remember to

Let your imagination soar when you read.

Julia

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Note This is an unedited scene

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Randal shook His head. His mouth had to be hanging open. What he witness was inhumanly possible. No one could turn from a tall, muscle bound man into . . . What was . . . “Scott?”

The large black dog . . no, what stood in front of him wasn’t a dog. It was larger than a wolf. What had Scott turned into.

The area around Scott began to fade red, as it had minutes ago, and consumed the massive animal’s body, leaving behind a naked Scott kneeling.

Randal found himself speechless. Who wouldn’t when the objective of their eyes finally stood naked in front of him. Man sure lived up to Randal’s image of him. He shook his head. Wasn’t time to focus on the broad shoulders. Tight chest muscles that remain motionless with each breath Scoot took. Wide smooth back blocked Randal from seeing what he’d long to stoke, swallow, and feel thrust into him.

“Randal?” Scoot stood fast, fluently and rushed over to him.

Damn, his cock was thicker than any other he’d seen over the last ten years of being an out Gay man. Better yet, it was more an anaconda. How could it not be? Scott’s dick was firm and waving at his stomach. Wait . . . Firm? Nope. Scott was aroused.

“Randal, talk to me. Are you okay?”

Hands feathered across his chest, around his head, and down his arms.

“There’s no outward marks, but did that beast break skin anywhere else?”

Scott knew Randal was asking a question, and from the way he kept gawking over Randal’s skin he was scared for some reason. The other larger than normal wolf had charged him, but Randal nailed him in the side before he could get with an arms length. He was fine, more than. The most majestic sight stood in front of him, devour him with his eye, even if Randal  only did so to ensure himself his best friend had not been harmed.

Fingers snapped in front of him. “Hey,” a hand lifted his chin.

“What?”

“I need you to tell me if any skin was broken?”

“No.” Randal’s eyes drifted back down to the much longer and purpling cock swaying free in front of Scott.

“What are . . . Shit.” Scott’s hands covered his privates. “Sorry.”

“Why?” Randal reached out and took hold of Randal’s wrist. “I liked what I was seeing.”

“You was?”

“Boy, yes.”

Scott let him tugged his hand free and took a step closer. “What would you do with it?”

“Lots of amazing activities could come with me manhandling that beauty.” His hand slid around and down Scott’s cock, pumping him twice, getting a loud moan out of him. “You like.”

“God, yes.” Scott thrust into his next stroke. “You have the perfect hands for that.”

“Have the perfect mouth too.” Randal winked at him. “I would take it all the way down my throat. “Take all the hard thrusting you could send my way.”

Scott groaned, pressing his chest out.

“Bet those nipples of yours love to be tortured as much as your cock.”

“More than.” Scott leaned in, stopping only when his lips were a mere inch away from him. “Can I?”

“I’m yours.” He had no idea why he was going down this path with his best friend, but it felt right. Not like Scott hadn’t been the man haunting his dream since he turned eighteen.

“That you are.” Scott was a hair away from his lips when a loud rumble filled the air.

Scott spun around, growling back, but it stopped before it took on a full force rumble. “Sorry, Sir.”

“No. I’m sorry.” The tallest man Randal every saw strode up to them.

Randal stepped in front of Scott, pushing him backwards.

“I mean your mate no harm.”

“Mate?”

“Ah,” the stranger nodded. “You have not had time to fill your mate in.”

“No, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.”

“No reason to apologize.” The man crossed his arm. “We caught the rouge five miles from here.”

“Great. Did you find out why he came after Randal?”

“You.”

“Me?”

“Scott?”

“Yes. He believed Scott was encroaching on his man.”

“What? I never . . .”

Scott wrapped an arm around him. “I know, baby. I know.”

Baby? Oh man. As much as Randal loved where things had been going a minutes ago, being called baby, by Scott kind of poured a bucket of water on him. He had longed for Scott for years, but never believed he had a chance. Then, Scott was doing more than giving his chance. He was openly declaring affection for him.

“You okay, Baby?” Scott’s hand brushed across his stomach.

“I will leave you two. It seems you still have some major explaining to do.”

“Yes, Sir, I do.”

Randal liked that the man was leaving, but he wasn’t sure how much he would like to hear whatever explanation the man mentioned.

“Let’s take a seat.”

Randal squared his shoulders and walked over to the fallen log, sitting down and patting his lap. “To protect your skin.”

“I . . . For this it would be best if I sat beside you.”

Okay, he’d changed his mind again. Looked as if the thrill of the moment was gone and he was going to be rejected by his best friend. Shit. How would he manage to be at his besties side after he kicked him to the side.

“Hey,” Scott tilted his head, placing a light kiss over his dry lips. “I want to be in your lap, but I want us both to have a level head while we discuss us.”

“Us?”

“Yes. Us.”

“Okay. Let’s get down to it.”

Revealed By Love by Julia Matthews

REVEALED

BY

LOVE

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JAN. 1, 2018

Detective Walt Bell made decisions all the time, that changed people’s lives. Never once did he think he would be facing the one in front of him. He’d thought leaving the Haven Society Hive had been the worst one he’d face in life. Fate must have other thoughts. The one that loomed in front of his Bear Therianthropy ass could put him in a major bind. What was he to do? How was he to respond? Sure not like he had for the last two weeks. Sitting on his ass and watching. 

Phrase Scene

NaNoWriMo is over and for the fourth year in a row, I won. That means that I know have three stories ready for revisions. Looks like next year might be a great year for me when getting books ready for publication.

Still, that is next year. This is still 2017, meaning I have to focus on now, and right now, it is time to write a scene. Phrase for the week is Stuff it. One I hope you enjoy and one that allows your imagination soar.

Have a great week.

Julia

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Raphael took another look around the place he’d called home for the last ten years. The Combs had been in his life longer than anyone else. He loved them. They told him they loved him. Lies. All lies on their part. Raphael had loved Mr. and Mrs. Combs. They’d been there for him during the most trying times of his life. His mother’s death. His grandmother’s rejection. His father’s point blank denial of him. He never once saw an ounce of prejuicde in them. Why did they? How could they? He was still the same human. Same young man. Same person who came to their door when he was eight years old.

“Raphael, man, you ready?”

No. He was no ready to leave the one place he felt safe. Not that he dreaded moving in with Jake. He loved Jake. The two of them had spoken many times about them taking their relationship to the next level, but Raphael had not expected it so soon. He’d wanted to finish college first.

“Come on, man.”

Raphael reached up and let his hand rest against Jake’s cheek as he rested his head on Rapael’s shoulder. “I can’t believe this.”

“I know man, but they made their selves clear.”

Boy had they. The moment Mr. Combs came in and found Raphael kissing Jake, the entire atmosphere had shifted from loving and caring to rage and disgust. The two had words, harsh and unforgettable words, but the last words Mr. Combs had said to him was the cruelest and drifted through Raphael’s mind every other second.

“We should have sent you back the day you arrived.”

Raphael’s entire body had stiffen and his mind spun so fast he had no clue what he said next. Not until two hours later when Jake held him in their beds. He’d came back at Mr. Combs with two words. “Stuff it.” Not the most original, or hardcore, comment, but the only thing that Raphael’s rattled mind could think of. Nothing left for him to do. They’d made themselves clear. He had one hour to pack up his clothes and photos of friends and leave their home.

“Your hour is up.” Mrs. Combs said from the top of the steps.

Raphael squeezed Jake’s hand and turned toward the door. He had no idea where his life would go from there, but at least he had Jake.