From the story I’m working on for CampNaNoWriMo:
“Okay, then, make it two club sodas, please.”
The bartender nodded and started on the drinks, and Evan pulled out another cigarette, figuring he’d get one more smoke in with the soda. Riley shook his head.
“Those are bad for you, you know.”
It was all Evan could do not to crack up. Shit, on the list of bad-for-you things he’d done, cigarettes barely broke the top ten.
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.
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’ve been spending most of my writing time recently on football teammates Josh and Derrick. Derrick’s just gotten sick during a game and got a fun little trip to the ER for his trouble. As Josh is leaving…
“I’ll let you get some rest,” Josh said. “Call me tomorrow, okay? I’ll come over and watch one of those dumb movies you love so much if you feel up to it.”
Derrick opened one eye and rolled it. “I’ve got a migraine, man,” he drawled. “It’s not terminal.”
I haven’t done one of these in a while. Here’s a steamy little snippet from a story I’m currently finalizing for submission:
David moaned against Ben’s neck, and he felt the jolt that went through Ben at the sound. He opened his mouth and ran his lips along Ben’s skin, and Ben shuddered.
The next thing David knew, Ben’s hands were tight on his ass, and the grinding of their hips was no longer an accident. David dug his fingertips into Ben’s back and held on for the ride. He sucked at the pulse point in the curve of Ben’s neck, more than likely leaving behind evidence of their encounter, but he’d moved beyond caring. He’d been good for so long, and this felt so fucking good, and no one would ever—
I know I’ve been quieter than usual lately. I had two writing goals for January: finishing a set of commissioned short stories, and getting an older story revised and off to beta.
Goal #1 is complete, and goal #2 is nearly there. I put myself on editing lockdown over the weekend (no reading! no writing! just editing!) and ended up slashing and burning huge swaths of the story, from around 64k to 50k. The machete work is done, so now I have to fix a few spots and give it one last good edit before shipping it to beta. With a week left in the month, I should hit the deadline just fine. 🙂
After that? Well, I’m still still deciding. I have several WIPs to choose from:
- The high school story that started as my 2011 NaNo project
- The ghost story that was my other possible NaNo project
- A trilogy based around the owners/employees of a GLBT bookstore
- A disaster story (earthquakes and volcanoes! Wheee!)
And some others that I’ve got in the pipeline in various stages of completion.
For this week’s Six Sentence Sunday, a little snippet of a little snippet. I’ve starting developing/writing a new story (which may become this year’s NaNo project), working title Under the Lights, so here’s an introduction to friends and high school football teammates Josh and Derrick:
Derrick tried not to stare at the way the skin-tight shirt stretched across Josh’s broad chest. Averting his gaze to meet Josh’s, he caught Josh’s gaze sliding away just as quickly from Derrick’s bare skin.
A jolt ran through him. He’d known for a year that Josh was gay, but it had taken him longer than that to figure out his own feelings for his friend. He still wasn’t sure he was a hundred percent gay—a gorgeous woman could still turn his head—but all it took was one look at Josh for both his heart and his body to react.
He just hadn’t decided what to do about it yet.
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 / FreeDigitalPhotos.net
My weekend away turned out to be a bit of a rollercoaster, starting with traffic backups and the wifi at the lodge working only intermittently (and never in my room). But I slept and rested a lot, did some reading and writing, and ate hand-dipped chocolate-covered fruit, so all is right with the world.
I got home on Monday to find galleys for Sand and Water waiting for me, so I’ll be going over those for the next few days. So excited! Cover art should be ready soon too. Of course I’ll share that as soon as I can. 🙂
I had a plotbunny (he gave his name as Andrew) attack over the weekend, and it seems to be growing into a whole universe. A trilogy, perhaps. Maybe more. It’d be nice if the world-building part kept rolling out but the actual story-writing part would hold off until I get some more done on the other main projects!
I’m excited about the progress of the cover art for my upcoming novel release, Sand and Water. The drafts have been gorgeous, and I think we’ve settled on a final design. As soon as I get the go-ahead, I’ll be sharing, of course!!
I’m also lucky to have a long weekend coming up. I’m off Monday for Independence Day, plus we get an early release tomorrow. I’m driving up to north Georgia to play tourist a little and spend a couple of nights at a state park lodge. (And eat chocolate! There’s a great local candy store up there.)
My plan is to rest, read, and write. I have a fanfic bigbang project to finish revising, and multiple original stories in various stages of completion, as usual. I’m also judging a writing competition, so I’ll be diving in those stories, and I have several new books to read, including the latest from my friend Barbara Wallace.
And yes, I will have internet access! No idea how reliable it’ll be, but even a rustic lodge at a small state park has wifi. Heck, I bet the primitive campsites have it!