Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Wednesday Briefs: The Sheriff #17 (5.3)

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Last week, we found Dustin with Jordan, which is getting to be a regular thing. Has Dustin found someone he can really hold onto? And what's with the visitors? Find out in this week's chapter of The Sheriff. Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what they're up to. Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!

The Sheriff #17 (5.3)

“Hey, sweet cheeks, mind letting the boys in?”

Dustin refrained from barking out something stupid, like why don’t you let the boys in? That attitude would get him nowhere. Hadn’t done him much good in the past either, if he recalled. So he grabbed his jeans from the spot on the floor where he’d tossed them the night before and yanked them on.

He was still buttoning them as he hurried through the living room. The doorbell continued to clamor insistently. “Hold your damn horses, I’m coming,” Dustin muttered under his breath just before he threw the door open.

“Hey Lenny, look who’s here.”

Rusty had all the charm of a rabid weasel, Dustin thought, as he tried not to snarl at the two men. Thin almost to the point of emaciation, he wore his reddish brown hair slicked back most of the time, and he had tattoos over every inch of flesh Dustin could see or wanted to see. He seemed to think he was a comedian, and most of his jokes were either pointless or made at someone else’s expense. Dustin had no idea what Jordan saw in him.

He stepped back before Rusty could run him over as he bulldozed his way into the apartment, Lenny just behind him. The two seemed to be inseparable, at least from what Dustin had seen of them. Which was too much, in his opinion.  Not that he thought they were a couple, or even gay. Probably couldn’t find anyone else who could stand being around them. Even Jordan had his limits when it came to that.

Lenny was a chunky brunet cowboy with a full beard that he liked to comb a lot. He claimed to have spent years cooking for chuck wagons, and he swore the cowboys all loved his food.  He’d pat his overhanging belly and brag about his culinary skills. Dustin suspected most of that gut came from lifting beers, rather than cooking utensils.

“Hiya Dustin.” Lenny gave him a huge grin. “How’s it hanging?” He glanced pointedly at Dustin’s crotch, which drew a guffaw from Rusty.

“From what I hear, it hangs pretty well,” Rusty said.

Dustin’s cheeks heated at the too obvious implication. He didn’t like the idea that Jordan discussed their sex life with these two lowlifes, but what could he do about it? Anything he said was likely to come out wrong and sound more than a little jealous. He wasn’t jealous of either one of these rejects from  clown college—he just didn’t like them.

But they were Jordan’s friends, and sometimes, in a relationship, you had to take the good with the bad. He badly wanted a relationship like Marshall and Lee had, so he’d do what it took to get it.

“Hey, hey, watch that tongue.”

Dustin spun about at the unexpected defense. Jordan stood thee,  lounging against the wall closest to the hall, looking completely put together and gorgeous, not like he’d just rolled out of bed a few moments ago. Staring at him, Dustin felt his enmity begin to drain away, caught up in the familiar thrall that Jordan held over him.

“Don’t talk about Dusty that way, have some respect for my man.”

Dustin tingled inside at that. Why could just a few words from Jordan make everything so very right again? Even if he didn’t care for that nickname.

“You know I respect the hell out of him,” Rusty insisted. “Just playing with him. No offense taken, I hope, Dusty?”

Dustin gritted his teeth at the familiarity but decided not to make an issue of it. “None taken,” he managed to get out. He decided he should finish dressing. That would give him a few moments to calm down more completely. Jordan could entertain those two for the minute or two that would take.

As he passed by him, Jordan surprised him once again. He grabbed Dustin around the waist, and pulled him close, laying a major liplock on him. Dustin felt the rest of his residual anger dissipate, replaced by pure horniness, futile though that was. Not with those two there.

“Don’t worry, baby, they won’t stay too long. And then we can take care of that.” He laid the flat of his hand against Dustin’s crotch, eliciting a moan. All Dustin could see and feel was Jordan. No one else existed. With great effort, he pulled back and nodded, before continuing to the bedroom. He could still hear the three men in the other room through the open door.

“I got that stuff you wanted,” he heard Lenny say.

Stuff? What stuff?

“Good. Glad to hear it.” That from Jordan.

Dustin quickly pulled on his T-shirt, followed by his boots. He gave his semi-hard cock a quick smack to remind it to behave. Now was not the time for it to rear its head. Thinking of Lenny and Rusty waiting in the living room helped throw water on Dustin’s raging libido. Well, at least they were good for something.

He hurried back out to Jordan, who was sitting at one end of the couch, the two meatheads taking up the rest of the available space, relegating Dustin either to a chair or the floor. He tried not to glare his displeasure at them, but it was hard.

“Babe, grab us some brews, willya?” Jordan asked, softening the request with one of his killer smiles.
Jordan always kept his refrigerator filled with good beer, Dustin had to give him that. He pulled out four bottles, kicked the fridge shut, then carried them back to the living room, two in each hand. To his surprise, he noticed the seating arrangement had changed during his brief absence. Now Lenny and Rusty occupied the chairs, and the couch beside Jordan was invitingly open.


Well, things were looking up at last.

to be continued

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Monday, June 19, 2017

A game of spies during the American Revolution - Kinda, sorta

I'm not sure if I mentioned this here, but I went back to college this past spring, and am working to finish my associate's degree at Florissant Valley Community College, despite the fact it's been thirty years since I was last in school. I took a US History course through 1865 and got 106%, which was pleasing. Now, for the summer semester, I am taking Stress Management and Speech (all online, by the way). Not loving the Speech, but that's irrelevant.

This is all by means of explaining why my blogging has fallen behind, but I intend to at least try to do better in the future. For those who don't know, my first love is history, and I hope to move on to UMSL, after I get my associate's degree, and work on my BA with a major in history. Of course I'll write too, hopefully combining both loves in some of my writing.

I've been doing a lot of reading about the US Revolution, which has become my particular field of emphasis. Those who know me know I am obsessed with a certain musical (*coughcoughHamiltoncoughcough*), but it's more than that, and I am a huge fan of Aaron Burr. I've also been watching documentaries and series of historical interest, and that's how I discovered Turn.


Turn is based on a book by Alexander Rose called Washington's Spies. I have just begun to read the book a couple of days ago, but I am on season 3 of the AMC series. Prior to this, I read Washington's Secret Six by Brian Kilmeade and Don Yaeger, on the same subject. While interesting, it's what I would call History Lite, aimed more at people who might not have an interest in history, which is fine.

Washington's Spies has been meticulously researched and I'm enjoying it. But, having been doing all this reading I've been doing, and watching documentaries and such, I know enough to know Turn is less than accurate in many ways, which is hard to countenance in a program that is actually about history. Granted, I'm no expert in this area, but I did some a couple of things that I am finding hard to overlook. Much like Hamilton, you have to take Turn with a grain of salt.

By the way, I'm not giving a spoiler alert, since season 4 just started, so everything I am writing about has already been shown, plus it's history.

The story is about the Culper spy ring which passed information to General Washington at a critical
time during the American Revolution. The members of the ring were given fake names and referred to by numbers, operating behind the scenes, unobtrusively. The hero of Turn is Abraham Woodhull, played by Jamie Bell. He's married to his late brother's fiance, and they have a son. They live in Setauket, a small town on Long Island.




Abraham's father is Judge Richard Woodhull, the local magistrate (side note, he's played by Kevin J. McNally, who is also Joshamee Gibbs, of Pirates of the Caribbean fame). They've selected to make the father a Tory sympathizer, which isn't true (some of my info, I found on the Internet, some I realized myself).

Then there is Abraham's former fiance Anna, now married to Selah Strong, proprietors of the local tavern. My understanding is that they didn't own this tavern, and that Anna never had an affair with Abraham.

My first inkling that all wasn't as it should be came when I saw General Charles Lee being interrogated by Major John Andre. Say what?  When did that happen, you ask. To my knowledge, never. While he was captured by the British, in a dressing gown and slippers, I don't think he met Andre, and was later ransomed back to Washington (although one has to wonder why they didn't just let the British keep him).

Then, they tried to make Lee out to be a mole! Maybe he was an unpleasant man, and maybe he "shit the bed at the Battle of Monmouth" (okay, those are Lin-Manuel's words, not mine), but a traitor? I'm not buying that one.

The villain of the story is a British soldier who becomes head of a group of Queen's Rangers by the
name of John Simcoe. To know him is to hate him, and I do. So does Abraham. He is thoroughly reprehensible, starting with his attempts to get into Anna Strong's knickers when he is billeted at her house (colonists were forced to let British soldiers live with them), not to mention his enmity toward Abraham and even toward his own commanding officer, Major Hewlett. I don't know enough about the man to know if this is what he was like, as I'm still reading, but he does make a great villain.

Major Hewlett, the head of the British forces in Setauket, is played by Burn Gorman. If you watched
Torchwood, you'll remember him. I disliked his character intensely on Torchwood, but the major has grown on me, surprisingly. He's endured shit from Simcoe and hates him as much as I do lol








A couple other of Abraham's friends and colleagues are Caleb Brewster, the smuggler

and Benjamin Tallmadge, an intelligence officer under General Washington



The storyline that is making me piss and moan the loudest, though, has to do with Major John Andre, General Benedict Arnold, and Margaret "Peggy" Shippen. They are literally rewriting history and it makes me want to scream!

Their timeline is skewed, and so are the events themselves.

My first complaint has to do with Peggy Shippen. The real Peggy was 18 when she met Arnold, and they had this instant attraction, even though he was 36. Not a big deal back then. She had known Major Andre previously, when she was a few years younger, when the British held Philadelphia. But I don't believe there was anything between them other than perhaps light flirtation considering her age and his position. But if you believe Turn, they were having an affair.

Then, also according to Turn, it is Major Andre's idea, before he leaves Philadelphia, to possibly recruit Benedict Arnold, and learning that Peggy knew him at one time, set the wheels in motion for her to contact him. (If I was Arnold, I would have been more concerned that her family had Tory leanings). They show Andre and Peggy having sex, and when the British evacuate Philadelphia, he leaves her with a token of his love - namely the single blond braid which dangles from his head (and which there is no historical basis for). (He's a looker, anyway, just fyi)



So Shippen, heartbroken, meets up with Benedict Arnold and plays him, all the time pining for Andre, who she is convinced will still marry her (wtf people?) There is a scene where she and Arnold have sex for the first time, and we see her face, which is like tragic mask as she thinks of Andre even while Arnold is porking her, and she clutches the sheets in one hand, and Andre's braid in the other). Okay, make me gag.

Let's go back to reality. She and Andre were NOT an item. I repeat NOT. They make it sound like they're virtual Romeo and Juliet, which is so much bullshit. Plus, Andre did not approach Arnold, Arnold approached Andre. And by the time he did, he was already married to Peggy. In this, you see her trying to delay the marriage, in hopes of Andre carrying her off or something.

Oh, can't forget to show you General Washington!



Okay, enough about that. I'll talk about the new season of Food Network Star later, and how Comeback Kitchen went!  Later

Friday, June 16, 2017

Review: Stygian by Santino Hassell

Stygian
Author: Santino Hassell      

Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
American release date: October 26, 2015
Format/Genre/Length: E-book/M/M Erotic Romance/204 pages
Overall Personal Rating: ★★★★★

As the newest member of up-and-coming rock band Stygian, drummer Jeremy is a little insecure about his place in the band with the other three members of the group. Despite his misgivings, he agrees to take off work to accompany them to a Southern mansion in Louisiana which front-man Watts has rented for a musical retreat, so they can work on their music, and each other, as well as come up with new tunes.

The trouble is Jeremy has a thing for Kennedy, but that’s a lost hope, because Kennedy barely knows he’s alive. And Watts is banging Quince like a screen door in a windstorm, but does he even give a hoot about the guy, or is he just using him?

Out in the middle of nowhere, Jeremy finds the mansion beautiful, yet unsettling, for reasons he can’t put his fingers on. And then there are the owners, who live nearby—siblings Hunter and Laurel Caroway. Hunter isn’t shy about letting Jeremy know he’s interested, which is balm to Jeremy’s aching soul, frustrated at being ignored by Kennedy. And Laurel has a way with Watts and Quince that is downright…creepy.

Is Jeremy imagining things, or is it just his own past catching up with him in ways he doesn’t want to think about? Will this musical retreat be the boost Stygian needs to catapult them to stardom, or a horrible mistake?

I loved this book from the beginning, drawn in by Jeremy, both as narrator and character. His desire for the standoffish Kennedy broke my heart, and I kept wishing he’d reveal the truth about the misery he keeps inside. The setting is pure southern gothic melodrama, and the story unfolds as the characters try to get their act together out in the middle of nowhere. I kept trying to guess where the story was going, but it wasn’t until nearly the end that I caught on. I have one criticism, which I can’t make, because it involves a spoiler, but all in all it’s a minor point.

I would recommend this book, especially if you enjoy being scared. There is plenty of heat to go around too!

Wednesday, June 14, 2017

Wednesday Briefs: The Sheriff #16 (5.2)

Good morning and Happy Hump Day! If it's Wednesday, then it must be time for more flash fiction from the Wednesday Briefers! We're a group of authors who bring you our finest flash fiction every week, 500 to 1000 words, inspired by one of our prompts.

Last week we saw Roy meet with the Sheriff of Tucker Falls for police business. This week, we'll see how Dustin is doing, and if he's still with Jordan. Find out in this week's chapter of The Sheriff. Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what they are up to! Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!

The Sheriff #16 (5.2)

Dustin raised a groggy head and eyed the alarm clock on Jordan’s side of the bed through slitted eyes, then lay back down. Still early. He didn’t have to be at work for hours. He could spend more time with Jordan.  Maybe even go another round before he had to take a shower and get dressed.

Ever since they started dating, Dustin spent more nights at Jordan’s place than he did at home. Every time he talked about going back to the apartment he shared with Denver, Jordan would turn big puppy dog eyes on him, and his lower lip would quiver slightly… and then there were his hands. Jordan had the most amazing touch, and he seemed to like to touch Dustin whenever and wherever possible.

Who was Dustin to complain about being treated like someone of value, for a change? Jordan was balm to Dustin’s aching soul. He found it hard to say no when Jordan entreated him to stay, so he usually didn’t.

He glanced at Jordan, who was sound asleep. Dustin had quickly found out that Jordan was not a morning person, and he learned to be quiet until he knew Jordan was awake and ready for conversation. He didn’t mind having to lie there quietly and admire the view, for that was quite a view. And Jordan was not shy about displaying his body in any way. Some days it was hard for Dustin to keep his hands off that luscious curved rump. He wanted to kiss Jordan all over, but regretfully that would entail waking him, so he kept his lascivious thoughts to him and contented himself with playing voyeur.

Just then Jordan rolled over, facing Dustin. “Hey, handsome,” he greeted him around a lazy yawn. “Good morning.”

“Morning,” Dustin replied just before Jordan pulled him close and kissed him, his hand on the back of Dustin’s head.

Dustin felt a familiar heat rising inside of him. He moaned into Jordan’s mouth as he pressed against him, their mutual morning wood rubbing together with great familiarity. Taking advantage of Jordan being awake, Dustin ran his fingers down Jordan’s smooth back. His skin was so soft and supple, like he used some kind of lotion on it or something.  Dustin wanted more from him than this. He had an ache for Jordan that just wouldn’t quit.

He wanted Jordan to fuck him and fill him, so badly he could taste it. Their first time together had been a little painful, but Dustin had learned. He’d gotten into the habit of asking to be allowed to lube Jordan’s cock before they had sex, and Jordan didn’t seem to mind. Things had run more smoothly after that.

He ground needily against Jordan, taking advantage of their proximity to increase the friction between them. Jordan’s growing desire matched his own. This would be a great way to start the day, and take the sting out of having to go to work. Not for the first time, he wondered how Jordan made his money, as he never talked about where he worked or what he did. But right this moment, it didn’t matter a damn bit.

Never breaking their kiss, Jordan rolled on top of Dustin and began to rut against him. Dustin spread his legs in encouragement, waiting for just the right moment to reach for the lube.

The sound of the doorbell broke the moment, to Dustin’s intense annoyance. Who the fuck had such terrible timing? Jordan didn’t seem perturbed, though. He rolled off of Dustin and sat up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. A terrible suspicion entered Dustin’s head.

“You expecting someone?”

“Yeah. “

Shit.

“Rusty and Lenny said something about stopping by.”

Dustin refrained from groaning. Rusty and Lenny were two of Jordan’s friends. He seemed to be pretty tight with them, so Dustin tried not to complain when they showed up at inconvenient hours. He guessed putting up with your partner’s friends was part of being in a relationship, something he had no real familiarity with.

Still, their timing did leave something to be desired. He had a feeling he’d have to go to work without that tender loving he was so looking forward to.

Thanks to Rusty and Lenny, Dustin wasn’t gonna get any satisfaction any time soon.

to be continued

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Wednesday, June 7, 2017

Wednesday Briefs: The Sheriff #15 (5.1)

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Two weeks have passed since Roy's blind date. See how the world is treating him and what he's up to in this week's The Sheriff. Don't forget to see what the other Briefers are up to! Their links follow my tale! And if anyone is interested in becoming a part of the group, the more the merrier, give me a shout! Enjoy!

The Sheriff #15 (5.1)

Two weeks after the ill-fated blind date at Partners, Roy found himself in Tucker Falls again, but this time for business reasons. He’d received an unexpected call from the sheriff requesting he meet him for breakfast. The invitation had piqued Roy’s interest, as well as his curiosity. He had a good working relationship with nearby law enforcement , both local and state, but the officer he was most in contact with was the sheriff of Tucker Falls, Harlan Sinclair. Their meetings were mostly held in the sheriff’s office, though, so this was unusual.

Harlan was in his late forties, and had been sheriff for some twenty years.  His chestnut hair, which he kept cut just below the ears, was starting to get a little gray, and maybe he had a bit of a belly, thanks to his pretty wife’s good home cooking, but he still cut quite the figure. He was popular with the people he served, but he was also known for being a no-nonsense kind of guy who didn’t tolerate inappropriate behavior from anyone. Roy appreciated that in him, which was one reason they got along so well.

They met in a small diner situated within walking distance of the sheriff’s office. The décor wasn’t fancy, but the food was good old-fashioned home cooking, and the service was great. Everyone there knew Harlan, it seemed to Roy. They made a point of saying hey as they walked past the booth where the two men sat.

“Morning, Sheriff,” a young woman with a two-toned blue-and-brown hairdo greeted him. She turned a bright smile on Roy, then noticed his uniform. “I stand corrected. Two sheriffs this morning.” She seemed very chipper for so early in the morning, but Roy figured that was better than having someone bite his head off at the crack of dawn. “Start you out with coffee?”

“Works for me, Callie,” Harlan responded, turning an inquiring glance to Roy. “You?”

“Coffee would be great,” Roy agreed.

“Awesome! Be right back, take your time looking over the menu.” She laid a plastic-coated menu in front of each man, then turned and sashayed toward the waitress station across the room.

The two men made professional small talk until they received their coffee. Once Callie took their breakfast orders and sauntered away, Harlan got down to business.

“Tell me something, Roy,” he began. “You having any problem with drugs in your neck of the woods?”

If Harlan hadn’t looked so serious, Roy would have laughed. Drugs? In Burnham? The only people he’d ever taken drugs off of were people passing through the small town, not any of the residents. And not very often at that.  He supposed it was possible someone in town smoked pot, but he seriously doubted even that. So obviously it wasn’t a problem.

“Not that I’ve noticed,” he said at last. “Why do you ask? Is something up?”

“Maybe,” Harlan said. “Well, something is, I just haven’t figured out what.”

“What do you mean?” Roy reached for his cup and took a long drink of the hot brew, letting it warm his insides.

“There’s been a string of burglaries lately. At least I think there is. A string, I mean. Definite burglaries. People’s houses being broke into, a few small businesses too. Most of what’s being taken is stuff that’s easily sold and not very traceable, you know? I just wondered if someone was feeding a drug habit. Or maybe some hot shot dealer from one of the big cities decided to hang his hat in Tucker Falls.”

Roy frowned. That could be a problem, not just for Tucker Falls, but for Burnham too. He didn’t like the sound of that one little bit. Although Tucker Falls was a bigger town, and had more deputies, cooperation between the various sheriffs’ departments was instrumental in enforcing the law.

“What can I do?” Roy asked.

“I appreciate the offer.” Harlan gave him a smile of relief. Obviously the subject was one he’d been wrestling with. “To be honest, I’m not quite sure what I need help with. I really wanted to apprise you of the situation, ask you to keep a special eye out. I know you patrol between here and Burnham, and I know you see things. I really respect you as a lawman, Roy, and I trust your judgment.”

“I’m very flattered, Harlan,” Roy said sincerely. “I will definitely keep an eye out when I’m on patrol.”

“That’s all I can ask,” Harlan said gratefully.

Just then their food arrived. Callie set their dishes on the table, refilled their coffee, then left.

“How’s them kids doing?” Roy asked as they ate.

“Growing like weeds.” Harlan laughed. “We got little Harlan his own bike, and he thinks that’s the best thing since sliced white bread. Missy’s already reading now, and she’s only three years old. By the time she gets to school, she’s gonna be the smartest kid there.” The sheriff’s pride in his children was obvious as he spoke. “So, when you gonna settle down and have some young’uns of your own, Roy?”

Roy snorted. “At the rate I’m going, never,” he said. “I’ve just about given about on meeting Miss Right. Lately, it seems like all I can find is Miss Wrong, and I’ve seen enough of them to last me a lifetime.”

“Well, never say never,” Harland said, punctuating his words with his fork. “When the time’s right, you’ll find the perfect woman for you.”

“Yeah, sure,” Roy said agreeably. “Maybe someday.”

When pigs fly.

to be continued

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Wednesday, May 31, 2017

Wednesday Briefs: The Sheriff #14 (4.3)

Good morning and Happy Hump Day! If it's Wednesday, then it must be time for more flash fiction from the Wednesday Briefers! We're a group of authors who bring you our finest flash fiction every week, 500 to 1000 words, inspired by one of our prompts.

Meanwhile back at Partners, while Dustin is in the arms of his new beau, how is Roy making out with his blind date? Find out in this week's The Sheriff. Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what they're up to! Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!

The Sheriff #14 (4.3)

Roy’s night had gone from bad to worse.
It wasn’t like he was even slightly attached to Earlene. Hell, he didn’t even really know the woman, had just exchanged a few words with her online before he found himself agreeing to meet her at Partners. He still didn’t know what got into him to do that in the first place. So why was he being so irritable every time she left their table to dance with some other guy? He had no idea. He just knew the evening had started out on a bad foot, and hadn’t gotten any better.

Note to self: Stay off the damn Internet.

“Did you see that guy Dustin was with? He was a looker,” Marshall commented. He and Lee had just come back from the dance floor, where they’d been doing some line dancing. They’d invited Roy to go with them, but he wasn’t really inclined, so he sat at the table, drank his beer, and watched the two of them kick up their heels. Earlene was out there too, somewhere. She hadn’t even asked did he want to dance, just disappeared on him.

Frankly, he couldn’t care less.

Belatedly, he heard Marshall’s question. Thinking about Dustin only added to Roy’s growing irritation, but he had no idea why.

“Probably just a flavor of the week,” Roy commented. The words came out nastier than he intended, and he instantly regretted them.

“I think he’s trying,” Marshall said. “He seemed kinda excited, you know? Maybe this guy’s gonna be good for him.”

“I think he’s a good boy at heart,” Lee added. “Just has a little growing up to do.”

Personally, Roy thought Dustin had a lot of growing up to do, and Lee was too generous, but he kept that thought to himself.

He tried to be a gentleman and wait for his date, and occasionally she’d remember where he was sitting and swing by and say hello. Usually when she was in need of a fresh appletini. Being a gentleman, Roy obliged.  It was with a great sense of relief that Roy watched her exit the club with some guy, probably one of her many dance partners. The two seemed rather cozy, and she actually had the brass to wave at him on her way out.

He looked up to find Lee studying him in that way he had. He wasn’t surprised. Lee saw through Roy just about every time, why should this be any different?

“You ready to call it a night, Roy?” he asked. Marshall looked up from his beer, obviously caught by surprise, which made Roy feel even worse.

“I don’t want to rain on your parade,” Roy started to protest, but quit speaking at another look from Lee. “Okay, yeah, I think I would. If you don’t mind.”

“We have work tomorrow,” Lee said. “Wouldn’t hurt to get back, would it, Marshall?”

“Works for me,” Marshall said. He leaned in closer to Lee, and Roy didn’t have to be a mind reader to know what he was thinking—it was written all over his face.

Roy shook his head, but he couldn’t keep from smiling. The two of them were just plum contagious, even when he was feeling his worst, like now. Seeing them together made everything else seem worthwhile. “Honeymooners,” he muttered, pretending to a grumpiness he wasn’t feeling quite as much.

Lee winked at him. “You know it,” he said. “And someday you’ll be right there alongside us.”
That’ll be the day.

Roy kept his comment to himself, as he drained his beer and stood, and the three men headed toward the door.

to be continued

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Sunday, May 28, 2017

Tall, Dark, and Deported Review

Tall, Dark, and Deported    

Author: Bru Baker
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
American release date: April 1, 2017
Format/Genre/Length: E-book/M/M Contemporary Romance/236 pages
Overall Personal Rating: ★★★★★

Forced by his boss to fly to Vancouver to audit an underachieving hotel, Crawford Hargrave is less than thrilled. Not because he doesn’t want to go there, but because he’s being forced to work with his unpleasant ex-husband, Davis. His boss makes it clear that this trip is expected, if he wants to keep his job. Crawford wants to keep his job, so he acquiesces to his demands, albeit unwillingly.

Mateus is a Portuguese import, who’s helping his brother and his wife take care of their orchard in Washington state.  His visa is about to run out, and if he can get a work visa, he can stay, but the orchard won’t be financially solvent for a few months yet. All he needs is to cross over into Canada, get his passport stamps, thereby automatically re-upping his American visa for another three months, giving him the time he needs to get the work visa.

What can possibly go wrong?

Except maybe everything?

Crawford and Mateus meet at the airport, and there’s an instant attraction, so why not spend some time talking? The situation begins to unravel when their flight is canceled, and Mateus realizes he’s on borrowed time in his need to get across the border before his visa expires. He can’t afford the delay. Crawford offers to rent a car so they can drive together. Sounds good, right? Except complications set in a t the border, and when Mateus is threatened with imminent deportation, Crawford unexpectedly speaks up and says hey, that’s my fiancé.

What’s easier than getting married for a green card, just long enough to look good and go their separate ways? But life is never that easy, and the two men haven’t figured that anyone will want to follow up with them to make sure their marriage isn’t a sham. As if that isn’t bad enough, there’s the matter of Crawford’s bitchy ex he has to deal with. That and maybe falling in love with a total stranger?

What’s a man to do?

Tall, Dark and Deported is part of Dreamspinner’s Dreamspun Desires line, which are guaranteed to be hot, romantic, and come with a happily ever after ending.

This book is no slouch in any of those departments. The main characters are sexy, and yet extremely likeable, as well as hot. While it was frustrating as hell to watch them dance around each other, denying and refusing to act on their attractions, it was also damn hot. The writing is good, the story is very pleasing, and the only regret I have is that I didn’t get to see their marriage actually consummated.


I highly recommend this, but only if you like hot sexy men and combustibility and seeing little assholes get their comeuppance!

Wednesday, May 24, 2017

Wednesday Briefs: The Sheriff #13 (4.2)

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Dustin thinks Jordan is an incredibly sexy guy, and he's finding out firsthand just how sexy the man can be. See what's up with them in this week's chapter of The Sheriff. Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what they've been up to! Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!

The Sheriff #13 (4.2)

Pain flared inside Dustin’ at the unprepared intrusion, and his muscles tightened automatically, fighting against Jordan’s entry. He gasped in surprise just as Jordan claimed his mouth, swallowing his cry. Dustin arched his back, but it didn’t help, it still hurt. Then Jordan began to move inside him as he continued to kiss him, slowly at first, and the pain gradually began to recede, forced from his mind by the sweetness of Jordan’s mouth on his.

“God, you’re so hot and tight,” Jordan murmured when he drew back to take a breath. “You feel so damn good. Grab your legs, let me in deeper.”

Dustin obeyed, pulling his legs tight against his torso. He winced slightly as Jordan sheathed himself more fully. The sensations that coursed through him weren’t as painful as they had been, and his nerves were beginning to register pleasure at Jordan’s touch.

Jordan slid one hand beneath Dustin’s ass, stroking and kneading the flesh. “Such a sweet baby,” he murmured, “so sweet. So delicious.”

Jordan’s soothing words helped to ameliorate the roughness of Jordan’s approach. Dustin had been holding his breath, trying to breathe above the pain, but now he forced himself to take longer breaths. He couldn’t believe this gorgeous guy was so into him, and he wasn’t about to fuck that up just because their sex hurt a little. He could take it like a man.

Dustin’s cock was hard and aching to be touched, but Jordan didn’t seem to be inclined to do so at the moment. So Dustin took himself in hand and began to pump even as Jordan’s thrusts inside him became harder and shorter.  He barely had time to register Jordan’s release before Jordan fell back onto the bed beside him, panting heavily.

Dustin continued to palm his weeping erection until he brought himself to orgasm. He closed his eyes in an attempt to center himself, let his body and mind catch up to what had just happened. He felt the bed sway, but he had no idea what Jordan was doing. Surely he wasn’t getting up and getting dressed so quickly, was he?

He heard what sounded like a match being struck. So Jordan was a smoker, was he? Dustin hadn’t figured him for one of those, but whatever. Then his nostrils quivered as he smelled something that was definitely not tobacco. He opened his eyes and peered over at Jordan. Yep, just what he thought it was. Jordan was puffing on a joint, one hand behind his head, totally relaxed and comfortable in his beautiful skin.

His eyes met Jordan’s. Jordan seemed so…man-of-the-world and wise. Dustin felt distinctively out of his element, and wondered again what Jordan even saw in him. Other than a quick fuck.

As he watched, Jordan took a deep pull on the joint and held it, holding the handrolled cigarette toward Dustin.  Without thinking, Dustin shook his head. That wasn’t his scene, and never had been. He’d tried it, but hadn’t been impressed.

Jordan released his breath as he leaned toward Dustin, and Dustin found himself breathing some of it in, whether he wanted to or not.

“It’s okay,” Jordan said, “you’ll get used to it.”

Was Jordan suggesting what Dustin thought he was? That he intended to keep Dustin around for some time? He was trying not to read too much into his words, but it was hard not to.

If putting up with a little marijuana was the price of being chosen by a gorgeous man like Jordan, then that’s what he’d have to do. Didn’t mean he had to smoke the stuff, did it? In the back of his mind, he couldn’t help but remember the roughness of their sex, and his rather unsatisfactory end, but quickly pushed the thought aside.

Dustin mumbled something, and Jordan was apparently satisfied with his response. He took a few more tokes then put the butt out in a small glass ashtray on his bedside table.

“Pot makes everything good,” he said around a large yawn. “Especially sex.” He stretched out one leg, then the other, before rolling onto his side, facing away from Dustin. Dustin thought he heard him say something about morning. The next thing Dustin knew, he heard the sounds of measured breathing coming from Jordan, a clear indicator he’d gone to sleep.

Guess I’m spending the night.

Even as he pulled the sheet up over his naked body, Dustin wondered if this was what Jordan did with all his dates, or was he special? Just before Dustin lapsed into sleep himself, he thought he heard Roy’s voice—why, he had no idea. “Boy, why are you so dumb?”


“Shut up,” Dustin mumbled and fell asleep.

to be continued

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Wednesday, May 17, 2017

Wednesday Briefs: The Sheriff #12 (4.1)

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After bumping into the Sheriff and his group, Dustin and his date take the action somewhere else. See what develops in this chapter of The Sheriff! Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what they are up to. Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!

The Sheriff #12 (4.1)

They had barely gotten inside Jordan’s apartment before Jordan had Dustin pressed up against the door and fused their mouths together.  Jordan’s tongue battled with Dustin’s for supremacy, and Dustin didn’t argue, simply enjoyed the exploration. The sensations Jordan was producing felt too good to fight, and Dustin wasn’t about to.

By the time Jordan pulled back, Dustin was breathless with desire. He couldn’t contain the moan that escaped at the loss of Jordan’s warmth.

Jordan had a killer smile, and he was using it now, to full advantage, obviously pleased with the effect he was having on Dustin. “Don’t worry, there’s lots more where that came from, sexy,” he said. “You and me, we have a whole night ahead of us, don’t we?”

Dustin nodded, not trusting his voice at the moment. He was free to do as he liked, he was a grown man. And what he wanted to do right now was get naked with Jordan, in the worst possible way.

“Why don’t we take this into the bedroom?” Jordan suggested, even as he cupped Dustin’s aching groin and pressed against it provocatively. Dustin nodded again, feeling more than a little tongue-tied and oh so needy.

Jordan released him without another word and spun about gracefully before exiting the room. Dustin paused just long enough to catch his breath before following the other man into the bedroom.

Dustin had hoped he’d be able to help Jordan out of his clothes, but that apparently wasn’t going to happen, as Jordan was already disrobing when he arrived. Dustin swallowed his disappointment and began to remove his own clothes, following Jordan’s lead. He folded every item carefully and set it on a chair on his side of the room. He didn’t know why he was so nervous. Not like he was a virgin or anything. There was something about Jordan which was both exhilarating and a little unnerving at the same time. Dustin had never met anyone quite like him before.

Unsure what he should do next, Dustin glanced between the naked Jordan and the bed. Damn, he had one fine body. Dustin couldn’t wait to touch those muscles, especially one in particular, which rose majestically from a dark nest of curls. Dustin shivered at the thought of having that inside of him.

“Go ahead and lie down,” Jordan instructed with a wave of one hand.

Dustin eased himself onto the large four poster bed which was the center of the room. Mirrors lined the walls, as well as the ceiling, he noticed. He’d never seen so many mirrors in one bedroom before.

“Like what you see?” Jordan asked as he climbed on top of Dustin, brushing their cocks together.

“Hell yeah,” Dustin replied, resisting the urge to reach for that great big hunk of manhood between Jordan’s thighs. Patience. Play it cool.

“Spread your legs for me,” Jordan instructed, and Dustin automatically complied. He darted a quick glance toward Jordan’s bedside table, expecting to see some sign of condoms or lubes, but spotted neither. Swallowing down a momentary unease, he forced himself to relax and simply enjoy the moment.

“You’re a sexy motherfucker, Dusty.” Jordan’s breath was warm in Dustin’s ear.  “You want me, don’t you?”

“You know I do,” Dustin murmured. “Very much.”

Jordan purred in a low, throaty growl, as he reached between his legs and guided himself to Dustin’s entrance. Before Dustin could protest at the lack of lube, he had thrust inside in one move, as Dustin gasped.

to be continued

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Wednesday, May 10, 2017

Wednesday Briefs: The Sheriff #11 (3/6)

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Well, talk about awkward! Roy and Dustin bump into each other, and Roy's date seems to know them both. How will this pan out? Find out in this week's episode of The Sheriff! Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what they are up to. Their links follow my tale!  Enjoy!

The Sheriff #11 (3.6)

Dustin was more than a little confused to find himself being held upright by none other than the standoffish sheriff himself. And who was this woman grinning at him like she knew him? Then recollection hit him. The overly handsy one from the bar, the one Jordan had blessedly rescued him from. But what was she doing with Marshall and Lee and Roy?

Ignoring her, he nodded to Marshall and Lee. “Hey there.”  He glanced up at Roy, wondering how long he was going to keep holding him like that. Not that he was complaining, mind you. This was the most civil behavior he’d gotten out of Roy yet.

As if the sheriff had suddenly realized how close their proximity was, Roy took a quick step back. “Sorry, I didn’t see you there,” he mumbled.

“No harm done,” Dustin said good-naturedly. He was in too good a mood to let this minor incident dampen his spirits. His date was going very well. In fact, he and Jordan were about to leave the bar, and he had hopes…

“Hi Dustin,” Marshall quickly spoke up. “Small world. You want to join us?”

Dustin glanced from Marshall to Lee, and saw nothing but approbation on the older man’s face. Maybe, under other circumstances, he would have taken them up on their offer. But not tonight.

“I would,” he said, “but I’m here with a date, and we were just about to leave. Maybe another time?”

“Sure,” Lee said. “Sounds good. You two have a good evening.”

“Thanks. See you guys later. ‘Night, Sheriff,” he added almost as an afterthought, but he didn’t wait for a response from Roy as he continued on his way to the table where Jordan waited for him. Just looking at Jordan was intoxicating. He was smoking hot, super exciting, a lot of fun…and he was plainly in to Dustin.

They’d been sitting quietly at a table away from the crowd. What began as subtle touches grew bolder, with Jordan’s tongue gliding across the exposed portions of Dustin’s skin until he thought he might explode. Just when he thought he’d lose control, Jordan had suggested they leave. Dustin quickly agreed and headed to the men’s room to calm down and clear his head.

And then the incident with Roy had occurred.

He shook that off as Jordan rose to meet him.

“Hey handsome, you ready to go?”

“I’m all yours. Where should we go?” He didn’t want to admit he lived with his cousin, not yet. As far as he knew, Denver was home, and that was potentially awkward.

But Jordan had all the answers. “Why don’t we go to my place, hmmm?”

“Wait a minute,” Dustin said, frowning. “Don’t you, um…I mean, I thought you lived with your mother?” That wasn’t a situation he wanted to be in, if his mama figured out what her baby boy was up to. She probably had no idea he was gay. She seemed rather clueless in most regards.

“Hell no.” Jordan laughed. “I have my own apartment. It’ll just be you and me, I promise.”

Dustin relaxed at the sound of that. This night was looking up more and more.

to be continued

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Wednesday, May 3, 2017

Wednesday Briefs: The Sheriff #10 (3.5)

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Roy is beginning to wonder if this blind date was such a good idea, see what comes of it in this week's episode of The Sheriff. Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what they've been up to! Their links follow my tale!  Enjoy!

The Sheriff #10 (3.5)

“Something wrong?” Marshall asked.

Roy shrugged. “Guess not, let’s go join Lee.”

Marshall opened his mouth, as if he had something to say, then closed it again. “Right this way.”

Roy followed Marshall to his table, making an effort not to look toward the dance floor.  When they got there, Lee seemed surprised to see him. He glanced behind Roy, as if he expected someone else to be there. Of course, Roy knew who Lee was looking for. He nodded toward the dance floor. “She’s dancing,” he said tersely.

“Huh,” was Lee’s only response but he gave Roy a sharp look.

Roy took a seat in one of the empty chairs and set the appletini on the table . Nothing else to do with it, not really.  Seemed silly to hold it. “Place is really jumping tonight,” he said randomly.

“Yup, that it is,” Lee agreed.  “What’s that?” He nodded toward the extra drink.

“Appletini,” Roy replied. “Not mine.”

Roy didn’t know if he was more embarrassed or relieved at the turn of events. He hadn’t exactly figured on having his date end up with another man before the night had even begun. What did that say about him? For that matter, what did it say about her? Maybe he should just chalk this up to experience and stay the hell away from online dating sites. There had to be a better way of finding a date, but damned if he knew what it was. On the other hand, celibacy didn’t exactly appeal to him either. Sort of a Catch 22 situation all the way around.

The music had ended, and in the pause between songs, some people began to leave the dance floor, while others stood where they were and waited for the next selection.

“Hey, Roy, here you are!”

Roy glanced up in surprise to find Earlene had appeared out of nowhere and taken a seat next to him. She gave him a wide grin as she reached for her drink. “Sorry to keep you waiting. I thought it might take you a while, considering how busy this place is. Leroy asked me to dance, so I said yes.”

Roy glanced around, but her dance partner was nowhere in evidence. At least she’d had the sense not to bring him to the table with her. Roy worked at quelling his rising irritation. No sense in getting riled up over what was done. It was just a dance. He’d get over it.

“Hi guys, I’m Earlene.”

Belatedly, Roy realized he should have made introductions.

“These are my friends,  Lee and Marshall. Guys, this is Earlene.” Better late than never.

“Nice to meet you,” Earlene said as she began to slide closer and closer to Roy, until their legs were touching. Her warmth made him reconsider what he’d been thinking, all of his previous concerns falling by the wayside. Despite his irritation with her, his body was responding to her, which he didn’t appreciate.  He didn’t think it was really her he was reacting to, it had just been a while, and… well, a man had needs.

Time to nip those in the bud, at least until he got to know her better. She hadn’t exactly made a great first impression, despite what his dick was trying to say.

Roy rose so quickly that Earlene had to catch herself or she’d have tumbled into his vacant seat. “Be right back,” he said, but whether he was speaking to his friends or his date, he couldn’t say. Not waiting for a response, he pivoted and took a step and managed to collide with someone who was walking by at the wrong time. Without thinking, he reached out and grabbed the other person, to keep from falling,  move which was reciprocated.

“What the hell?” a familiar voice barked.

Roy was startled to see he had his arms around Dustin. The younger man looked just as surprised as he did.

“Hey cutie!” Earlene chirped. “We meet again!”

Roy suppressed a groan. Did she know every man in this damn place?

to be continued

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Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Wednesday Briefs: The Sheriff #9 (3.4)

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What do you say to a blind date who lays a liplock on you when you've barely just met? That's the situation Roy finds himself in in this week's episode of The Sheriff. See how he deals with the kiss, then don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what they've up to. Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!

The Sheriff #9 (3.4)

She’d surprised him. At least that was what Roy told himself as he pulled back, trying not to feel as though an octopus had just leeched onto him and was trying to suck his life out through his lips.

Where did that thought even come from?

“Then you must be Earlene, right?” He added a chuckle, hoping he hadn’t offended her. He wasn’t used to feely touchy women, at least not when he didn’t know them yet. Afterward, that was a whole different matter.

“I sure am,” she said in a chipper voice. “You look even cuter than your picture, Roy. Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too,” he said. He’d been tempted to post a better, younger picture of himself on the site, but had decided that would be false advertising. Obviously Earlene liked what she saw, so that was good.

He noticed she held a glass in one hand. “I hope I didn’t keep you waiting,” he said.

“Naw, you’re fine,” she assured him. “You need to catch up, though.” She lifted her glass and drained it.

“What are you drinking?” Roy asked, being a gentleman.

“Appletini.”

Roy glanced around him, but he didn’t spot a single table that wasn’t taken. Maybe that would change by the time he came back with the drinks. “How about you hang out here and I’ll be right back,” he suggested.  He noticed she was scanning the room as well. Maybe she’d spot something he missed before he came back.

“Sounds like a plan, handsome.” She gave him a big grin as she handed him her empty glass. He took it and headed toward the bar.

He found an open spot at one end of the bar and set the glass down where the bartender could reach it, once he gained the man’s attention.

“Hey, there you are. Did you ever find your date?”

Roy turned to find Marshall standing beside him.  “Yeah, I did. We’re still looking for a table, though.”

“I hear you there. Place is packed tonight. Maybe just join us? You know Lee won’t mind.”

Normally, Roy liked to keep his dates to himself, but he had an odd feeling about this one, and Marshall’s idea sounded rather good. “Yeah, sure,” Roy agreed. “Thanks, kid.” Okay, maybe Marshall wasn’t a kid, and maybe he was married. But hell, some habits were hard to break.

The bartender arrived just then and they each placed their orders.

“What’s a appletini?” Marshall wanted to know.

 Roy laughed. “I’m not sure, never had one.  I assume it’s something like a martini, but I never had one of those either.”

When the bartender came back with their order, Roy asked him what was in the appletini.

“It’s just vodka, some apple brandy and some sweet and sour mix. I don’t have any apples, so I use a cherry garnish.”

“Thanks, man,” Roy said. The bartender nodded, then turned and walked down the bar to wait on someone else.

Roy led Marshall back to where he’d left Earlene. But she was no longer standing there. What the hell?

“Roy, you didn’t tell me you’re dating the invisible woman,” Marshall snickered.

“Very funny.” Roy surveyed the tables nearby, wondering if she’d found one, but he saw no sign of her anywhere. “Maybe she’s in the ladies room or something.” 

“Want to wait for her and bring her over? We’re just over there.” Marshall pointed across the room, on the other side of the dance floor. Roy could just make out the top of Lee’s head. But then his attention was caught by something on the dance floor.

Or someone, actually.

Earlene was kicking it up with some guy. Roy stared at her, unsure what to make of that.

to be continued

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