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Hi,

I know it’s been a couple of weeks since my last blog post, and I apologize for that. Life has been challenging for me since the start of the year. I am working hard to rebalance myself and get back on track. I hope this week is the restart of the blogs that I need to resume my writing time. If not, least you can enjoy and let your imagination soar over this flash fiction scene.

Julia

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Cal stretched his arm sidewards, finding warm sheets instead of the warm body he feel asleep beside. Where was . . . what was his name? Crap. Another one-night stand that he had no name for. Yet this one was majorly different. He woke up hunting him. Not just sneaking out of the guy’s house. What did that mean?

“Hey, babe.”

Cal smiled up at the guy as he soaked in his long blond hair and sculpted body. Least if he chose to remain behind for someone it was a man who had a stick and half, which had left his ass throbbing in the most amazing sort of way.

“Names’ Talbort, if you don’t remember. You were pretty lit last night.”

“Yeah, sorry about that.”

“Don’t be.” The man held out a cup of coffee to him. “Black. If you want something else in it, then . . .”

“No. It’s fine.” He took a sip, letting the caffinne run through his body before he spoke again. “What are you?”

“You picked up on it, did you?”

“There’d be only one reason I woke up and did not think about leaving.”

“Figured so.”

“You too?”

“Yeah. Not one to bring men home. Usually take them to a hotel.”

“So you knew last night?”

“Yes, but I knew you didn’t.”

“What are you then?”

“My full name is Talbort of the Hive. What is yours?”

Vampire. Could have been worse. Could have been a witch. His father would be pleased that he found his soulmate amongst those he was half part of. “I don’t carry a full name.”

“Halfling then.”

“Yes.”

“With what?”

“Vampire and Werewolf.”

“Least not a witch.”

“What I said.”

“They do have the worst rep. don’t they?”

“More than.” Cal bumpbed the guy’s shoulder. “Looks like we’ve got lots to talk about.”

“That we do.” Talbort smiled over at him, leaning in pressing his lips to his. “First, let’s pick up where left off last night.”

“What a plan.”

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Hi,

Hope all had a great week. Mine was full of some light preparing for upcoming NaNoWrMo. Can’t believe it is a little over two months away. That also means I have to get the final edit done on Merciful Wolf, Human-Skinned Wolves Book 6 and the cover designed. Lots of work coming my way. Thankfully, I have a light week next week and can devote lots of time to editing. Before I dive into that, I wanted to share this flash fiction scene with you.

Hope you enjoy and remember, let your imagination soar when you read.

Julia

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Cain wiped the sweat off his forehead and pressed the balls of his feet into the pavement, refusing to rush across the street and claw the life from the bear that wrapped his short brown fur covered legs around Lady Beauty. Lady Beauty had been promised to her by Lord Draft. Everyone knew this. Lord Draft had sent out the notice some five years ago. The day the two of them ran across Lady Beauty. The day that Lord Draft approached her, questioning her as to why she had not reported herself to him. Lord Draft hadn’t been upset, or angry, but been stern about the laws. Laws that Lady Beauty had been clueless to. She had swore that she had no idea that anyone like her hid among Earth. Her mother had always told her she was a special lady and that her life would be long and lonely. It had been in that minute that Cain made a promise to prove her wrong. He had reached down his mental path with Lord Draft and claimed her as his in that moment. Lord Draft had agreed and sealed them together then, but told him he had to wait until she was ready to accept him. A fact that had not set well with Cain, but a fact he understood and agreed to watch over her from afar. The first time he saw the Bear Shifter clamber up to her backyard he had gone to Lord Draft and informed him that he would be approaching her and taking her into him. Lord Draft had agreed and wished him luck. That had been ten days ago. He had waited and watched to see how integrated the Bear Shifter had inserted himself into Lady Beauty’s life. The bear had visited her twice a day. Each time Lady Beauty took him inside for a couple of hours and then the bear left. That hadn’t been the case that day. They had remained outside. The bear remained in bear form and sat down, opening his bear arms up to her. She had walked into them and sat down, letting him wrap her up in them. That had been the last straw. There would be no more of that . She belonged to him. It was him that she should come to for comfort. The Bear Shifter knew the laws, he was sure of that. It had been that even that had him fighting for control. Fighting to remain calm and approach them with ease, not a fevous anger.

“Lady Beauty,” he spoke loud enough that they would hear him before he crossed into her backyard.

The Bear Shifter stiffened, but released Lady Beauty, who gingerly rose to her feet and held out her arms to him.

“You would openly embrace me after allowing him to do the same to you?”

“You are angry.”

“Yes. I have right to be.”

“Not really.” Lady Beauty patted the bear’s arm and he ambled to his feet and then stumbled into the woods behind him. “I was doing nothing wrong.”

“You was.”

“How so?”

“I can tell you are aware of my claim on you.”

“I am.”

“Then you know that you should not be embracing any other Supernatural Creature.”

“I can embrace whoever I wish. I have not accepted your claim. Nor am I going to, if you keep up this show of male dominance.”

Cain stepped back and tilted his head. His inner beast stirred at the challenge, but not in anger. Nope. His cock hardened so fast it should have split his jeans.

“Do you not think it wise to ask why I allowed someone else to embrace me?”

“No.”

“Then your claim will never be accepted.”

“Doesn’t have to be.”

“That is where you are wrong.”

“You were enlightened to our way of life.”

“I was, which is why I do not have to accept your claim. You chose me without my consent. I have eight months to accept you from the time you approach me. You approached me over five years ago. Never came for me.”

“I did no such thing.”

“Did you not claim me the same day you and Lord Draft discovered me?”

“How did you . . .”

“Mr. Sam showed me the notification he received from Lord Draft.”

Okay, the bear had a name. That gave him something to research. What he didn’t understand was that he’d invesitagated every supernatural being within ten miles of her. No one named Sam was listed among those ten being. Who was he? How come he was not listed? Was he a threat to Lady Beauty?

“What is Mr. Sam’s last name?”

“Does not matter.”

“Does. He is not listen among our kind.”

“Just because you are some big shot does not give you the right to charge in here and upturn people’s lives. I think you have done enough of that by claiming me and not coming to me.”

“I could not.”

“Why is that?”

“If you saw the notification then you know the reason.”

“I do, but if you truly wanted me you would not have allowed such.”

Did she have a point? How could she? He was abiding by the law. There was nothing wrong with that. It was natural to do so. She agreed to . . .

“Mr. Cain Struggles,” A deep rich voice that he had not heard in over ten years reached his ears as a man he thought dead walked into the clearing, pausing twenty feet from Lady Beauty.

Cain couldn’t believe it. Mr. Sam, aka Samuel Sawyers, the baddest bawler among the Supernatural World stood in front of him. The man had been sent out to eliminated a nest of Vampires and never came back. “You are thought to be dead.”

“I should be.” Mr. Samuel Sawyers pointed at Lady Beauty. “She found me in a cave some five miles in the woods. Has been treating me every since.”

Damn. His woman had been aiding a harmed shifter. “What happened to you?”

“I cleaned the nest out, but one of the vampires was Lord Tangler’s son.”

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Hi,

I know it’s been a couple of weeks since I posted. Sorry for that. Things have been a bit crazy around the house and it has taken me some down time to get going again. I hope that the last few days of editing, and making my weekly post is a sign of more days among the world of words.

Today’s scene simply comes from my fingers flying across the board while I sip my Cold Brew and stare at a black and white photo of an large mythical bird flying through a cove of flowers, trees, and other black and white plants that my mind can vividly see as bright green.

I hope the scene allows you to let your mind soar while you read.

Julia

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He chewed on the fingernails that no longer existed – who named there son Ox – praying that he got the approval required for him and Ox to be one for the rest of their lives. It wasn’t an easy process. Ox had to prove to his leader that I had a solid understanding of Ox’s strange way of life. How did one do that? How could someone ensure another person, a powerful person, a man of authority, that someone could accept that soon as Ox, a man that was loved more than someone entire life, had the approval that he would have to answer to Ox. Hand over his entire life. There’d be no more making decision about his life. Ox would have the last say on what he could do. Where he could work. If he could work. How the housework would be done, even though Ox would never lift a finger to help. That once he sealed himself to Ox that he, a man, would be able to conceive a child. Not something that he totally understood, but he could accept it. Not like he hadn’t dreamed of children. Just not carrying them. He’d seen him and Ox going to adopt a little boy, or girl, that needed a home.

Basically, Ox had to prove that the man he chose, the man he knew would accept that buried deep in side him was a wild, untamed demon, who required total control.

The door squeaked as it opened. Ox’s tall, broad shoulders fill the doorway. There was no smile. No frown. Simply stoic expression. He propped himself against the doorframe and then held his hand out to him.

“Well?” he made his way over to his man.

“Come give your life over to me.”

They had it. Ox had done it. They would be one for the rest of their lives.

“You changed your mind?” a deep voice rumbled behind him, making him sprint over to Ox and wrap his arms around his waist.

“No, Sir.”

“You feared getting my approval?”

Ox stpped out fo the doorway, revealing a man that’s head all but brushed the top of the doorframe.

“Yes, Sir.”

Ox hugged him tighter, giving him a light squeeze. “My man fears everything. I bet he had been chewing on the tips of his fingers.”

“You mean fingernails?” Ox’s leader said.

“No.” Ox lifted his hand and showed them to the stranger. “You see he has a bad habit, that I can’t seem to break him of.”

“The combining might solve that problem.”

“When can we have it, Sir?”

“Soon as you leave.” The man patted Ox’s shoulder. “Go start your new life. Take my greatest happiness with you and bring your man into our world and start the next phase of your life.”

Ox nodded and tugged him towards the main door, nodding at the woman sitting behind the receptions desk.

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Hi,

Hope all have huge plans for the 4^th of July. I’m going to be spending time with my family. That thought is what led me to this week’s flash fiction scene.

Hope you enjoy.

Remember let your imagination soar as you read.

Julia

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Rex picked up a stray sock and shoved it into his closest. His mom never looked under the beds or in the closets. He hoped Kale’s didn’t. He thought he’d been nervous when he turned thirteen and went through his Development Rite of Passage. His dad had put a lot of pressure on him to chose the demon skill of foreteller. There had not been a son in the Hackler’s family, which had made each male to push their sons to learn the family skill. It had  been a no-brainer for him, but Rex still feared that the rare chance that the Devil himself would come from the Underworld and chose for him. It did not happen much, but every once in a while the Devil chose a lucky, or unluky, soul to gain the skills set he need for his future army. Every one he chose had a birthday on the 4^th of July, which happened to be his.

“Rex, honey, you with me?”

Rex shook his head. “Sorry, my mind was wondering down memory lane.”

“You going to be okay, baby?”

“Sure.”

Rex hadn’t met Kale’s family yet, even thought they’d been together for two years. Kale’s family had a hard time coping when their son came out to them. Rex’s family had taken Kale into their bosom and treated him like they would have any in-law their daughter, or son chose. The first time his mom met Kale she’d swooped him into a huge hug and promised to take care of him until her dying last breath. She had. So had the rest of his family. Their death fell on his head. He’d known that one day his past jobs would catch up to him and they had.

Five months ago, one of Amaymon’s son took offense to him being charged with stepping out on his wife. It wasn’t a major crime, but his wife took him to the cleaners when she filed for divorce. Divorce wasn’t something taken lightly among the Demon World, which meant Amaymon’s son had disgraced his family’s name. The Amaymon’s family was looked up to since Amaymon was the King of the South. Rex assumed the disgrace was why Amaymon’s son came tracked him down. He’d been on another assignment and Amaymon’s son decided to take his revenge out on Kale. His ultimate downfall was when he attacked Kale when he was at his in-laws. His mother and sister had been the only ones at home with him and they attacked back, protecting their family member. They had ultimately lost their lives. Kale might have lost his, if Rex’s father and brothers had not arrived to eliminate the threat. Too damn bad they’d been a few minutes late.

Kale had tried to make amends for the last five months, which was why Rex found himself meeting his in-laws for the first time. Kale hoped his family had came to terms with his choice to spend his life with a man. Rex had told him over and over that it was not necessary, but his lover wanted to do something that would give him a mother back.

Rex feared his in-laws would reject him and hurt his husband’s feelings. If that happened, Rex would not be held responsible for what he did to them. No one could get by with harming his husband, not even his own family.

“They are here.”

Great. Rex took a deep breath and cleared his mind. Open mind. That was how he would greet Kale’s family. Just like Kale had met his.

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Hi,

Hope all had an amazing week. Mine was busy and I did not get in much writing, but today is my dedicated day to writing. So I hope that this short flash fiction scene allows your imagination soar, like it did me when I saw the photo.

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I’d never seen anything like it. The owl sat perched on my leg, staring me in the eye. Movement seemed to have ceased. No other birds chirped. Crickets were quiet. It created a spooky atmosphere, but I was not scared. I knew my bird friend would not harm me.

My other friends freaked out when the owl perched itself on the railing. Hell, when the friendly wild bird hopped onto my lap they took off inside. Shara, my best friend, shouted at me to get inside, but I couldn’t do so. I had to run my fingers through the soft, silky feathers and stare into the bright blue eyes. I wasn’t sure how long I had sat there with the bird on my lap, but by the time it moved back to the railing all but Shara had left.

“Girl, get your ass in here.”

I’d take on more look at the amazing creature and went inside, knowing she was going to give me down the road for being so enthralled by such a wild creature, but I couldn’t help it. The bird had came to my house every night since I was mugged on my way home. Something about the bird eased my distress when I had to leave the house. I wasn’t sure why, but my gut told me that the bird was watching over me.

“You drive me mad.” Shara snatched her purse from the table. “Rest of the girls went home an hour ago. If you care.” She huffed. “I wasn’t going to leave you here for that wild beast to maul.”

“it wouldn’t have.”

“Right.” Shara moved to the door. “Call me tomorrow.”

“Will do.” I watched the door close and then spun back to the balcony. The owl had not moved. He sat with his head high and his eye latched onto me.

An invisible pull had me opening the door and sitting down at the bar. The owl hopped down and waddled to my feet, stopping. It was then that my entire life perspective shifted, right along with the owl.

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Hope all had a great week. Once again, this scene comes from me just sitting down and letting my fingers fly. Hope you all are able to let your imagination soar when you read it.

Julia

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I ducked Carl’s fist cuasing him to shove it into the dry wall. Wasn’t my goal, but it gave me a minute to step around him and brace myself for his next attack. I expected him to freak when he found out about me belonging to the Supernatural World. Most humans despised us. Some hunted us. Some exerpientent on us, with and without permission. It had been like that for the last ten years. The humans just could not come to terms with my kind. I never thought Carl would fall into that catergory. Not alfter us being an item for over five years.

“Come back here you freak.” Carl braced his foot on the wall and jerked his hand free, spinning to face him. “You are not,” he lunged for me, but I dodged left, making him fall. He caught himself, landing in a pushup position.

“Come on, Carl.” I took four steps back. “You have known me for years.”

“I wouldn’t have if you told me who what you were.” He huffed and got to his feet. “Why?”

“Why what?”

“Keep this from me. Tell me now.”

“Do you have to ask why I kept this from you?” His reaction spoke volumes. Even after considering his reaction, my heart told me, and convinced me, that my species would not matter to him.

“What did you expect from me? That I would just . . . not give a damn?” Carl moved to the hallway closest, extracting one of his suitcases. “You are a fucking animal.”

“Hey.”

“Don’t hey me, Justin.” Carl walked past him, bumping his shoulder, making him stumble to the left. “You should have told me from the start. Given me the chance to decide if I wanted to fuck and animal or not.”

Answer was pretty clear. It’s also why I had not told him from the start. I’d hoped that after some time he would be accepting. Wrong. Looked like his lover of five years only cared about . . . what bothered him the most. Not knowing? Me being a Supernatural?

“What bothers you the most?” My stomach spun around and around as fast as my mind was. Not so much as sickness, but burning anger. “Don’t bother.” Didn’t matter anyway. All that did was that Carl made his stance on Supernatural beings clear as glass. “Just get out of here.”

“Be glad to.” Carl walked into the room they’d shared and slammed the door.

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Hi,

The past week was busy, so I am looking forward to taking you two on a special trip into my mind this week. There is no saying, no photo, or anything else that this scene comes from. It simply is what came to my mind as I sat in the coffee house. Hope you enjoy and remember let your imagination soar when you read.

Julia

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“That’s it.” My body arched up as Damon ran his smooth fingers across the top of my cock. It was beckoning for his touch, but it never came.

“Not yet, lover.”

“Please.” What was I begging for? More of his touch? Yes. Him to rush? Yes. His love? Yes.

“We have to stop.” My mind might have been thinking logical, but my body betrayed me. It arched into his touch, sighed from the tingling sensation racing up his spine. “Don’t stop.”

“Which is it, lover?”

Both. Neither. Stop. Go. Keep it up. Who was he kidding there would be no serious talk tonight, which is what Damon had wanted. Only time Damon brought out the gentle touches and lover talk was when he did not want listen to what I had to say. And with good reason.

“You with me, lover.”

Hot breath brushed across his ear as long hair fluttered across his bare chest. Where had his shirt gone? Had he taken off? No. Shit. He was further gone in the midst of Damon’s distraction than ever before. He always remembered to halt it before clothes were taken off.

“Crap.” I gripped the back of Damon’s head and twisted it so I could claim his mouth. If his lover was going to beat him into submission then he would chose when he gave in and if he gave in with a fight, or not.

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Hi,

Hope all had a great week. Mine has been super busy, but productive. I managed to surpass the halfway point of my 30,000 word Camp NaNo word count goal this past week. Looking for more productivity in the upcoming week.

Hope you enjoy this week’s flash fiction scene.

Remember let your imagination soar when you read.

Julia

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Hank’s arm was red and soar from the continuously rubbing. What was he to do? He’d asked Rex to meet him here to tell him his deepest, darkest secret, and found himself unable to move. How was he suppose to talk to his best friend. His lover of five years. His time was up. The Lord of his Clan demanded he either chose Rex as his forever man, or kick him to the curve. Last wasn’t an option and he wasn’t so keen on settling down. It had never been in his mind when he met Rex. All that had been was taking care of the man who had been abandoned and broken hearted by some dickwad.

“Hey.” Rex hugged him tight and took the seat across from him. “Nice to see you tonight.”

“Sure is.” Hank rarely saw Rex during the week. Most of the time his job as the enforcer for his Clan kept him busy during the week.

“So . . .” Rex nodded to the waitress as she walked up. “Coffee, black, please.” The petite lady nodded and rushed back behind the bar. “Scardie woman.”

“You cause everyone to get tongue tied.” Hank liked that fact about Rex. He was unaware of how gergous he was and what kind of effect he had on others. Each step the man made turned heads. He had the perfect sandy-brown wavy hair that hung just over his shoulders and felt as baby soft as a newborn’s skin.

“So, what’s brought up this unexpected visit?” Rex waited until the waitress sat his drink down and left the table. “I mean . . . I like seeing you whenever I can, but you are the one who set the weekend only rule.”

He had been. It had been his way of them remaining separate, but it had did little to keep him from getting attached to the beauty, which is why he found himself in the position he was in. he could still hear his Clan Officiantor ordering him to either tell him, or dump him. That had been his words. Harsh as they were, there was no other way to put what had to have been done. He knew the rules when he got involved with a human. He was no different than any other of his clan members. Rules were there for the race’s overall protection.

“Have to tell you something.” Hank shook his head when Rex went to take his hand. It wasn’t until that minute that he knew what he was going to do. It wasn’t until then that he realized how fearful he was of settling down. So much that he would risk . . . The words he never thought would cross his lips were out of them before he could take his next breath. “We need to see other people.”

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Hi,

Today we are going to do a bit of free writing based off the saying, Downlow. Hope you are able to let your imagination run wild with this short scene.

Have a great upcoming week.

Let your imagination soar when you read and write.

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Ten years. Long ass time. He knew what he was getting into back then. He thought he’d be able to live with it. How hard would it be to accomadate the man you love. They’d survived lots of ridicule from friends. Or he had. Kyle’s family had cursed him out when they found out half of his friends were gay. They openly told him long as he was involved with their son he had to make more apporite friends. He’d defined them, which ended up costing Kyle a two hour lecture about how he should drop him as a best friend. Best friend. Ha. If the Raven family only knew the two of them spent each night curled up in Kyle’s bed. If that wasn’t bad enough, he survived Kyle’s mother and sisters hooking him up with a massive load of women. Each time Kyle took them out. Movies. Dancing. Dinner. All the typical date spots, but he never once dated one of them for a second time. He promised they never got more than a peck on the cheek at the end of the night. Still, it pissed him off.

“Tyler.” A hand waved in his face. “Earth to Tyler.”

There was no way he could answer his lover of ten years. Not then. If he d id he might say something he’d regret. His fist ached from having them balled up so tight. If he released them he might deck Kyle. Not something he’d resort to. He wasn’t a batter. Never had been. He just needed some time to . . . Who the fuck was he kidding? Himself? Kyle? Both. Kyle knew how he would respond, that’s why he waited until now to drop the bomb on him. There was little he could do. The act would take place in two days time. He would be . . . No he wouldn’t.

“Fuck your down low lifestyle.” Tyler heaved and walked to the room he stored his clothes in so that Kyle’s family never seen one of his possession in Tyler’s room when and if they came snooping.

“Tyler, you have to understand. You knew this day would - -“

“Do not tell me I knew this day was coming.” He snatched a duffle from his pretend closest. “You promised when we moved in together.” He yanked open the bottom drawer and threw in five or six pair of boxers. “I will not be degraded to a hidden lover for you while you play husband to some women you declare your love to in front of your family and their fucking friends.” He threw some shirts in the bag. “That is going way . . . I will not live a life in such a . . .” There was no words for what type of life Tyler was asking him to live. He walked over to his closest and extracted two or three of his work suit. “I won’t do it. You should have known how I would react.” He picked up his cell phone and scrolled through the contact, stopping on his brother’s name. “That is why you waited until two days before you wedding.” He pressed send. He quickly asked his brother if he could stay with him for a bit. Didn’t explain. Not then. He’d break down if he had to. That’s why he had chosen his brother. He knew the man would agree and let him wait until he was ready to explain. He hung up the phone. “I will be back in two days,” while you are getting married. “and get my stuff.”

Tyler shoved Kyle aside when he blocked his path. Not hard enough to make him fall, or hit any furniture. Simply enough to get an exit route. He didn’t say anything else. He walked with his head high and water stinging his eyes. He listened as Kyle begged and pleaded for him to understand. As he shut the door he leaned his back against it, dragging in a deep breath as he heard something shatter against the door. He waited to hear a second one, when it didn’t come he marched to the elevator and left his lover of ten years to live his life as his family wanted.

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Hi,

Hope all had a great Easter and spent lots of time with family and friends. Today’s flash fiction is going to be shorter than normal, but I think you all will enjoy

Let you imagination soar when you read.

Julia

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A soft sting raced up the path that Jacob’s feather left in its wake. If it only went up his arm that would have been perfect, but . . . it went straight to his dick, making it stiffen. Didn’t matter to my cock that Jacob’s parents was in the next room, or that mine was down the hall, or that it was the night before our wedding. Nope. Jacob was horny and came to his man to help him out. Brought the one thing that he knew his lover could never say no to. Like he every said no to Jacob.

“You with me, lover?”

“Nope.”

“I believe you are.” Jacob’s hand slipped down his boxers. “Yeah . . . You are more than . . .” He made one stroke, getting the light sexy groan he loved to hear. “Come on, Travis, let me have a fast taste of you.”

“if you would only stop at a taste . . . Shit.” He threw his hand over his mouth.

Jacob removed it and kissed his palm. “We are adults. They know we fuck.”

“Fuck?” was that what his future husband thought they did.

“Shit. Don’t go there. Not again.”

“Again?”

“Yes. You know I love you and that nothing will ever change that. That’s why I’m in here trying to make love to my man one last time before we become husband and husband.”

“Really?” He pushed up in the bed. “Think that is why you should leave me alone for the night too.”

“Can’t.” Jacob ran his hand up and traced his slit before he ran his hand up his stomach. “Love the way you feel. The way you taste. The way you squeeze my dick when you shoot for me. Need . . .”

Damn, how was he suppose to say no to that. He wasn’t. Jacob pulled his legs to his chest and grinned at his future husband.

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Hope all had a couple of great weeks. This week I chose a photo to write a scene based off of. Hope you all enjoy it and let your imagination soar when you read.

Julia

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Rave’s legs should have given away. He should have fainted. Screamed. Ran. Something. Anything other than stand there and stare into the dark, dreamy eyes of a lion. Yes, a lion. Full on mane with large sharp teeth. Not that he saw those teeth, but he didn’t have to, to know they were there. What kept him rooted in place was the shards of clothes that clung to the lion’s body. Yep. It was the light blue silk shirt that he’d bought Rex last Christmas. And Rex’s freshly pressed, tattered dress pants that laid around the lion’s massive legs. More that that kept Rave in place. His own eyes. He could not dispute what he saw. Nope. No laying it off on being drunk. He’d not drank a drop of liquor in five years. He was high on weed. Not smoked a joint since he was in high school. Nope. He was his normal down to earth self. Had came into his lover’s house like any other night of the week and sat down beside him to decide what to eat for supper while they watched the basketball game. Except . . . wasn’t any other night. Nope.

Rex had told him he had to tell him a secret. Before Rave got ready to absorb something bad his lover had moved to the corner of the room and became a fucking huge lion. Yep. Lion. That’s what had him springing to his feet and what managed to keep him there, until reality hit.

“Rex? What . . . Rex? Is that . . . Shit!”

Soft hands cushioned the back of his head before it slammed into the glass coffee table.

“Rave, babe, you okay?”

“Okay?” Was his . . . Shit. He had been fucking a lion. “Damn.” He ran his hand over his face. “I’m fine.”

“Let me get you on the couch then I will . . .”

“Will what? Go back to being a lion?”

“No.” Rex groaned. “Unless you want me to.”

“No.”

“Then I will sit beside you, if that’s okay.”

“Think you might need to. I need to understand what I . . . what you . . . Hell, did you just transform into a fucking lion?”

“Yes.”

“Explain.”

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You would’ve thought my entire body would have tensed the moment a trendle of awareness crept to life. Anyone else might have attacked, but my wolf knew who created the feather like sensation. Jacob.

He’d been gone on assignment for four months. No a single word had floated down to me about where he went, or who he went after. I cursed each time the alpha sent him on a downlow mission. I knew it was his job when I chose him as my mate, but my wolf and human side despised not being at his side, ensuring he was safe and sound.

“I know you’re awake, Bobby.” Warm air brushed across the base of my spine. “I’ve dreamed about you every night.”

I sighed as his body weight came to rest over my back.

“Need you, love.”

“I’m yours.”

A small sting of pressure caused my dick to spring to life.

“Going to take you rough.”

“Please.” My ass lifted, coming in contact with his dripping cock. “Please. Jacob. Please.”

That must have been all my love of ten years needed, because next thing I knew he’d breached my ring, taking me in one fluid motion, coming to a stop the moment his hips rested against my ass. The dry entrance increased my desire ten fold.

“Ready, lover?”

My answer was to push up into him. That was the only thing Jacob needed to start his hard and fast pace. I knew it would be a short round of love making, but it was just what we both needed.

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I ground my throbbing dick against his as the darkness of the unlit corner seeped around us. The mere idea of doing such in public heightened my desire for Randal. We’d been together for ten years and never once had we graced a dance club of any kind. Tonight was a special night he arranged just for me. A fantasy night. Yet, my agreement to take our intense heat home seemed to have escaped his mind. Not that I was complaining. My lover felt amazing. Wild. Free. Sure not the calm and mild man I fell in love with all those years ago.

Fingers fumbled with the button on my jean.

“Got to work harder if your mind is wandering.”

“Not wander.” I sealed my lips over his as his hand slid inside, gripping my cock. I let his mouth swallow my moan.

“Need you.” Randal nipped my lower lip, slipping his way to his knees. “Got to taste you. Here. Now.”

“You sure?”

Wet heat surrounding my lower head was my answer. I refused to thrust my hip forward. I knew Randal rarely sucked me off. Wasn’t his favorite thing, but he was excellent at it. Besides he despised deep throating. Not that I minded.

A wet pop came and then he slid back down my cock, laving at the underside of my head, before he took me half way into his mouth, all he could take at one time.

“Damn, lover.” I dug my fingers into his hair. “Keep it up.” I held on as he continue to suck me. I kept telling myself to keep my mouth shut. To not draw attention. Not that it would have mattered. There were men making out all over the place, but . . . Randal was giving me the best Valentine’s Day gift ever. “Shit . . . I’m . . .”

My load shot down his throat and he swallowed each spurt increasing the hot need racing over me.

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Rex spun the barstool around, taking in the shirtless crowd of men squeezed onto the dance floor. Most wore some kind of leather. Few sported collars, those he skipped over, because he did not touch someone else’s toys. Nope. He came there to find someone to spark his own fire. So far there’d been no . . .

“Wow!”

Nice tanned tattooed skin. The mirroal of the dragon flying over a mountain side reminded Rex of a man taking his lover to a far off castle. Something he could do. Not many chose to put an entire scene on their back, but Rex gave the unknown man props for doing so.

“See he caught your attention.” Thomas whispered into his ear. “Might as well find someone else.”

“Why?”

“Kyle never leaves with anyone.”

“A challenge then.”

Rex stood, straighten his cock as he pushed through the hoard of men. Some reached for him, but he dodged their grasp. Others beckoned for him to dance. He ignored those. His mind was deadest on Kyle. A man who had stolen his breath from first sight.

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I straighten the wrinkles out of my shirt, cursing Ralph for tugging on the hem of it. It was the first time that Lord Jayhem did more than glance my way. I’d came to the club every night he was schedule to make an appearance. Couple of times when I knew he’d be in his upstairs office, one full of floor to ceiling window.

“Would you care to join me?” Lord Jayhem offered me his slimline hand.

I place mine in his, reveling in how it swallowed mine. I knew he was huge, but never considered his hunky, broad shoulders, and seven foot would extend to his hands.

Lord Jayhem shifted his glance to Ralph, who stood there with his mouth open. “I promise to bring him back to you in one piece.”

“Oh . . . I . . . Never . . .”

I silently cursed Ralph for his stuttering. All he should have done was nod, then scurried from the building, ensuring I did not have to be brought back to him.

“Keep him.”

Ralph winked at me, then nodded at Lord Jayhem. “I have no say over him. He’s all yours.”

That I hoped to be. For more than one night. I doubted that would happen, but Lord Jayhem was well known for taking a lover once or twice then discarding them. I knew this, but it never detoured me from longing to be his. My dream. My life depended on it. I wasn’t sure why, but my gut twisted every time I saw him. My father taught me to listen to it, and the only other time I had felt that deep etching for a man was when I fell head over heals for Dave. I had him for thirteen years before he ran across his Lifelong Partner. The one every vampire longed to find. The one made just for you. Getting over Dave had been hard, but I never once despised him. I knew that chance of one of us finding such was good.

“You with me?”

I looked up, locking my eyes onto his glowing red ones. Those eyes that had first drew me to him. There was never a night that I had not dreamed of him staring me down with them as he fucked me into the mattress.

“Cal?”

“Always.” Truer words had never been spoken.

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Travis sat on some ratty old sofa that had been drug outside his cousins backyard. No telling how long it had been out there, or how many times it’d been rain on. Sure did stink, but there was no other place for him to sulk. He’d tried his cousin bedroom, but . . . He’d scared himself for life when he walked in on his cousin banging some chick. Not a sight he ever wanted to see. Not just his cousins ass, but a naked woman. No one who came to Ralph’s parties cared who you dated or fucked for the fun of it. Most of them was bi-sexual. There were a couple of gay men who came, including him. Normally, he brought David, but the ass-wipe had flaked on their night out. Again.

“Hi.” He looked up and locked onto a pair of dark, dreamy brown eyes and a nice angular cheekbones. Ones that begged for someone to nipple a path down them ending at the base of his neck.

“Care if I join you?”

Travis shook his head.

“Or . . . was you wanting to be alone?”

Another shake of the head.

“Okay, you are a silent type.”

What? Shit. He’d not spoken the Greek-God like man. There was nothing wrong with talking to another man. Who said the hunk of meat was even gay. Who was he kidding, his gaydar sprang to life the moment he locked eyes with the man. If he could he’d adjust his cock, but doing so would be to obvious. And he was not single. Or was he?

“Names’ Brandon.”

“Hi. Nice to meet you.”

“You do have a sexy voice. I knew it.”

“Thanks. Names’ Travis.”

“I know. I asked the host.”

Course his cousin enlightened the man. He would have thrown him over to him, if he didn’t think he’d get his ass kicked by Travis. No one in his family liked David and his flaky ways. They’d told him over and over to leave the jerk and find a man worthy of him. Part of him agreed, but Travis wasn’t to keen on leaving a five year relationship. Hard to start over.

“He also told me you are here alone. Tonight at least.”

“True.”

“How come? I’ve seen you at these parties for the last month or two and you’ve been here with the same man two or three times.”

He had been to his cousin’s parties with David. Or the nights he didn’t flake on him.

“If you were my man . . . I’d never let you go to one of these parties alone. I’d be afraid someone would try and steal you from me.”

Some had, but he’d always rejected them. Something about Brandon enlightened him. Teased his hormones. Increased his libido. Then again . . . David.

“How’s it going cousin.”

“Fine. Sorry about earlier.”

“No problem. It happened all the time at these parties.”

“Oh. TMI, man. TMI.”

“Whatever.” His cousin slapped Travis on the back. “Told you he was alone tonight.”

“Tonight, yes, but something says he’s not officially alone.”

“Does that matte?”

“Does to me.” Travis sat down beside him. “But doesn’t mean I can’t try and persuade him to leave whoever abandoned time with him.”

“Hope so. David is an ass who doesn’t appreciate what he has.”

“Cousin, shut up.”

He held his hands up and back up. “Just saying what I’ve always said.”

Brandon bumped his shoulder and grinned at him. “Do I have a chance of intriguing you more than you already are?”

Did he? Travis wasn’t sure, but he knew he’d taken about all the no-shows from David. He deserved a man who put him before his job.

“Tell me about yourself.”

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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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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.

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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.”