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Butt Ninjas Snippet: Clean Up on Aisle Me!

ButtNinjasFromHell_100dpi_cvrWe’re just a month away now from the release of the Butt Ninjas From Hell anthology, the sort-of sequel to last year’s Butt Pirates from Space. This time around, the anthology has eight contributing authors: returning authors are Kage Alan, T.C. Blue, Kiernan Kelly, and me, and our first-timers are JP Barnaby, Eden Winters, Ally Blue, and Jevocas Green.  The ebook comes out on April 16, with print following a couple of weeks later.

To whet your whistle, here’s a little snippet/tease from my contribution, “Clean Up on Aisle Me!”


Bert’s voice still sounded breathy. Jonny waved a hand. “I’ll be fine,” he said. “Just gotta find my equilibrium again. I think it tried to escape to another dimension.”

Bert chuckled as he sat next to Jonny. One of his large hands came to rest in the center of Jonny’s back. “The others are gone, so feel free to catch your breath,” he said. “The first battle’s always the hardest, especially without any real training behind you. You did a great job—”

Energy surged through Jonny, and he spun around in a move worthy of a ninja, landing straddled across Bert’s lap. He grabbed the back of Bert’s head with one hand and used the other to shove that damn mask far enough down that he could get his mouth on Bert’s.

At that moment, Jonny didn’t even care if Bert was gay. He was there, they were there, both of them alive and well and on the correct plane of existence, and damned if Jonny wasn’t going to go for everything he could get.

Six Sentence Sunday: En Fuego

I am absolutely thrilled that I wrote 5,625 words on this novella yesterday, bringing my word count total to over 20,000. I estimate I’m two thirds of the way finished with the first draft; the additional length on the word count meter over there will come in an additional subplot and some fleshing out to be done in revisions. I’m hoping to get the first draft finished by the end of this week, before Outlantacon sweeps me away. 🙂

To celebrate, my six sentences today are from En Fuego, which, for the record, stars Marsh and Brad, a veterinarian and a firefighter:

Marsh lowered his head to suck and nibble at the side of Brad’s neck, searching out the spot that had set him off so much the week before. He knew when he found it because he heard the low thump as Brad’s head hit the wall again. The fingers on his hips dug in tight, enough that it probably would’ve hurt if he hadn’t been so damn turned on.

As it was, the little sting of pain pushed him right to the brink, so close to orgasm he could taste it in the metallic flavor of adrenaline in the back of his mouth. He lifted his head back up to slam his mouth down over Brad’s, taking full control, not giving a single millimeter. And Brad surrendered, as Marsh had known he would, handing over the keys without question.

Six Sentence Sunday: Sand and Water

Stepping back a bit for a snippet from my first novel, Sand & Water. John’s just figuring out his attraction to Bryan…

John might be reserved overall, but within a relationship, he‟d always been very tactile. And in a flash, his mind filled with images of Bryan’s large, warm palm on his bare skin, running down his chest, tangling through the hair below his navel and moving on to points south.

His face warmed again, and he had to yank his thoughts back in line. The last thing he needed to be doing was sprouting wood in front of Bryan‟s family, or Bryan himself, for that matter. He had to keep a grip on himself for the rest of tonight, at least. Then he could figure out what the hell was going on and maybe even what he was going to do about it.

Six Sentence Sunday: Under the Lights

Finally got back to my football boys after too much time away, only to find them in flagrante delicto

Distantly, Josh realized that Derrick had stopped trying to move his hips, but his hands still gripped Josh’s ass, and he hadn’t stopped panting and moaning, which Josh took as encouragement to continue. Josh lowered his head to the side of Derrick’s neck, mouthing his way down the column of his throat and sucking hard at the spot where neck and shoulder met. Derrick hissed in a breath and bucked up, and Josh licked his way up Derrick’s neck and back to his mouth, kissing him hard. Everything was hard, Derrick’s tongue and body and most of all his cock, sliding against Josh’s and driving him out of his mind.

Derrick moaned into Josh’s mouth and writhed under him, and Josh thrust down again, and again, stretching toward the goal line that sat just out of reach. Derrick pulled away with a gasp and shuddered, and the flash of triumph that surged through Josh as Derrick came apart underneath him eclipsed every other win he’d ever experienced in his life.

I’m at Cup o’Porn Today

I’m whining for Wednesday over at Cup o’Porn today. Come on by and whine along! (And get a bonus NaNo snippet too!)

Six Sentence Sunday: Sand & Water

With release day for Sand & Water coming up tomorrow, my Six Sentence Sunday this time around is another little glimpse at Bryan and John:

Bryan’s fingers brushed over the light stubble along John’s jaw, and his thumb rubbed the edge of John’s chin. The light touches sent tingles across John’s skin, raising goosebumps like a cool breeze on a warm day. His body wanted more, the desire and arousal inside him begging to be set free, but he tamped it down. Slow and steady, he told himself. This feels amazing. Enjoy every moment.

Image: Louisa Stokes /

Six Sentence Sunday: Learning Curve

My first attempt at scheduling a blog post on WordPress, so let’s hope it works. 🙂 My Six Sentence Sunday this week is from a novel-in-progress with a twist on a teacher/student storyline.

Ben glanced up and had the good fortune—or misfortune, considering the circumstances—of catching David’s gaze. If Ben had been expecting David to still be laughing, he would’ve been badly mistaken. Instead, David’s eyes were open wide, dark and burning into Ben’s, and his lips were parted slightly, shining, as if he’d been licking them. His cheeks were lightly flushed, and Ben could see his chest rising and falling quickly.

All in all, he looked like nothing less than a model of pure, unadulterated lust. Ben knew he should look away, but he couldn’t, even as he felt his own body responding.

Image: Louisa Stokes /

Six Sentence Sunday: Sand & Water

Missed last week because I was traveling and internet-less, but back for this week’s Six Sentence Sunday with a paragraph from my upcoming first novel, Sand & Water.

Bryan’s fingers brushed over the light stubble along John’s jaw, and his thumb rubbed the edge of John’s chin. The light touches sent tingles across John’s skin, raising goosebumps like a cool breeze on a warm day. His body wanted more, the desire and arousal inside him begging to be set free, but he tamped it down. Slow and steady, he told himself. This feels amazing. Enjoy every moment.

Image: Louisa Stokes /

>Interview up at Michele~N~Jeff Reviews

>A new interview with me was posted this morning at Michele~N~Jeff Reviews: Shae Connor. The questions were a lot of fun to answer, so I hope you enjoy reading it! 🙂

>Works in Progress: Winning the Lottery

>Mark kept up his end of the conversation as they walked, laughing and joking, deliberately working to keep things light. Mark’s stomach twisted a little tighter with every step, nerves trying to get the best of him. He liked Bennett a lot, and unless he’d been misreading everything that had happened since the day of the interview, Bennett felt the same way.

His thoughts were interrupted by the feel of Bennett’s fingers wrapping around his hand. Mark jumped and barely stopped himself from pulling away. He turned his head and met Bennett’s smiling face.

“You okay?” Bennett’s voice held a note of amusement.

Mark laughed and tried to relax. “I’m fine,” he said, twisting his hand to entangle their fingers. “Sorry. I know I’ve been a little …”

“Jumpy?” Bennett grinned.

“Yeah.” Mark shrugged. “It’s just … I told you it had been awhile.” He shot Bennett a look out of the corner of his eye. “I should probably specify that ‘awhile’ means ‘try over two years.'”

Bennett blinked. “Since you’ve … been with someone?”

“By any definition,” Mark said. “No dates, no one-night stands. A couple of makeout sessions that never went any further. So, I’m kind of out of practice with all of this.”

“Well, no pressure,” Bennett said, tugging Mark a little closer to his side. “But I’m really having a great time, and I don’t want the evening to end quite yet.” He stopped in front of a building and nodded. “This is me,” he said, then grinned. “Wanna come up and see my etchings?”

Laughter burst out of Mark. “Please tell me you don’t use that line with every guy you go out with?”

Bennett chuckled as he stepped closer. “Just the ones I really want to get to know better.” He lifted his free hand, fitting his palm against Mark’s cheek, as their laughter died away. “Especially the ones I really, really want to get to know better.”