Friday, August 29, 2014

Welcome Ashley Ladd - Business or Pleasure

Guy Rogers is extremely attracted to his new realtor, Tom Beaudreaux. As a passionate vegetarian and animal activist, he’s ecstatic that Tom is a kindred soul. He could never be with a carnivore. Unfortunately, Tommy isn’t really a vegetarian or animal activist. He never said he was either, he just didn’t eat meat when he was with Guy. And maybe he emptied his house of all meat and dairy products before inviting Guy over. In fact, Tommy’s family owns the most popular barbecue restaurant in town and if his family has their way, he’ll manage the new location.

When Guy finds out that Tommy eats meat and his family owns a restaurant that is a monument to eating meat, he’s livid and doesn’t know if he wants anything else to do with Tommy.

But then Guy’s life gets crazy –his dad’s paranoia blossoms into violent dementia, he gets arrested for picketing a doggy mill, and then he winds up in even more legal trouble. When Tommy sticks by him through all his trouble and does everything he can to help him, Guy wonders if he’s been too militant and narrow-minded. Perhaps he can learn to live with people who have opposite views.

Guy finished his meal, wadded up his napkin and dropped it on his plate. “Do you think it will take long to find more houses for me to look at?”
“I’ll make you—it—my priority. Just give me a couple days.” Damn! A Freudian slip.
Guy reached over as if to put his hand on Tommy’s, but stopped in midair. His eyes softened and hope flickered. “I’d like it if you made me, not my business, your priority.”
Tommy’s throat went dry and his heart flipped over. “Do you mean what I think you mean?”
Guy lowered his hand and took Tommy’s in his. “I think so. I like you—a lot. You’re handsome and charming and I feel a connection. I know it’s quick, but I’m a forthright, fast kind of guy. Besides, if you find me a house as rapidly as I want, you’ll be out of my life before I can do anything about it. Do I have a chance with you?”
Tommy wanted to jump up from his seat and shout, “Hell yeah!” But his inner angel was quarreling with his inner devil about work ethics. It wasn’t as if real estate agents had long-term contracts or dealings with their clients. They found a home, closed the deal then moved on to the next client. He supposed it wouldn’t be the end of his career if he got together with one client. Feeling as if his heart had leapt into his throat, he turned his hand over and squeezed Guy’s fingers. “Yeah. I like you a lot too.”
Guy looked like he was about to let out a whoop of victory then remembered where he was. Instead, he lowered his voice to a husky whisper. “I’d invite you to my place, but my dad would be a buzz kill. Do you have your own apartment?”
Tommy swallowed a gulp. “I do in Davie. If you don’t mind the long drive.”
“You’re a funny, funny man, Tom Boudreaux. I’ll follow you to the ends of the Earth.”
Tommy licked his suddenly dry lips and his cock twitched. In mach three, blood was rushing into it. “So I did hear that?”
“Yeah, babe, you did.”
He liked being called ‘babe’, especially by Guy. He threw several dollar bills on the table, which included a generous tip, then he stood, hoping the evidence of his arousal wasn’t noticeable. From the amused glint in Guy’s eyes, it had been noted.

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 Ashley Ladd lives in South Florida with her husband, five children, and beloved pets. She loves the water, animals (especially cats), and playing on the computer.

She's been told she has a wicked sense of humor and often incorporates humor and adventure into her books. She also adores very spicy romance, which she weaves into her stories.

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Thursday, August 28, 2014

Tease Me Thursday - The Yellow Rope

Welcome to Tease Me Thursday! When it's not quite Friday, and you're feeling like some fun from your favorite authors and authors you haven't met yet. Come on in, have a seat, and most of all... have fun! For this hop you post 7 paragraphs or 7 sentences or 7 words. It can be from a WIP or something published.
For this week, I thought I’d do something from The Yellow Rope.


“Hey, babe, glad you’re home.” Gage turned in the arms that held him and returned the hug.

“So am I. It was a really, really long day.” Luke stepped back and loosened his tie. It’d been strangling him for the better part of the day. “Been in meetings for most of the morning, and oh joy, since this was a county wide in-service, we had to dress.”

“I know. I enjoyed listening to you bitch about that very thing this morning while I was trying to get dressed.” Gage tapped the end of Luke’s nose. “But you do look good in a suit. And I so enjoy taking it off you.”

Luke laughed, shaking his head. “You always say that, but I’d rather be in jeans. You like taking those off, too."

“You bet.”


“You know it.” Gage winked as he turned back to the stove to test the spaghetti sauce. 

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Wednesday Briefs - To Touch the Sky #5

Welcome to the Wednesday Briefs flash group (click to go to the site). The short stories have a maximum of a 1000 word count plus links at the bottom to the other flashers. If interested in joining us, drop me a line and I'll tell you how. :)

Prompts for this week:

"Send me a signal, I'll throw you a line" 
or "I could understand you better if your mouth wasn't full"
or "taking the train to Crazy Town"
or "I'll show you what-for"
or "Six of one, half dozen of the other"
or "She was like fine wine..."
or "Miss you? I'll have to try harder next time, won't I?"
or "Kneel before me and..."
or use: coat, tree, wagon
or use: panties, licorice, ticket
or use: steel, inevitable, posture
or use: fairy dust in some way
or "He was an accident just waiting to happen"

Chapter Five
Holy shit. Simon didn’t have time to process what happened before it was over. He'd certainly showed that jock what for. The jock and his friends were out the door before anyone could say another word. His fear of the man named Hawk soaked the room. And speaking of Hawk…. He didn’t know what kind of aftershave or whatever it was the man used, but the fragrance made him want to climb Hawk like a cat and lick him all over.
The scent reminded Simon of rain and cut grass, of rich earth and wildflowers. It was sharp, clean, and left his cock hard, his ass tingling. Hawk was definitely Native American with those features. God, those cheekbones of Hawk’s. Simon would kill for those. Just flat out cut a bitch. And all that thick, short dark hair? Heaven.
Fuck, his jeans were strangling his hard-on.
Compared to him, Hawk was tall, but Simon guessed he was really only average height. It didn’t really matter since Hawk was several inches taller. He was slightly disappointed Hawk refused his offer of a drink. Actually, he was surprised at himself for even offering since he’d been eyeing Douglas. He didn’t normally hedge his bets that way, but the words popped out before he could stop them. Hawk said he didn’t drink when he was working. Bet that sucked since he owned the bar.
He hadn’t been this wound up over a man in… Simon frowned. He’d never been this hot for a guy. Never. Simon watched Hawk hurry through the crowd, another man walking with him. Simon noticed the hand Manny wrapped around Hawk’s bicep. Manny wasn’t just walking with Hawk; he was damn near dragging him out. He took a step in their directions before catching himself. Why did that guy have his hands on Hawk? He shouldn’t. No one should be touching Hawk but… whoa. Where did that come from? Whatever was going on, it was none of his business.
“Well, that was interesting.” Douglas stared off in the same direction as Hawk and Manny left, a slight frown tipping his lips down. “They say the owner, Hawk, can’t commit to anyone. The rumor is he has a steady stream of guys through his bedroom.”
“Come on, let’s go sit down. I’m done with pool, what about you?”
“Yeah, I think I’d like to just chill for a while.”
Simon led the way back to their table. “So, how do you know Hawk’s a player?”
“I asked around.” Douglas smirked. “Kind of like you’re doing now and watched him in action here. He’s a damn fine man, isn’t he?”
“He is sexy.”
Douglas sighed. “Look, Simon. I like you. I’d like to get to know you better, so don’t take this the wrong way, okay?”
“Well hell, nothing ever good comes from that kind of opening.”
“True. The thing is, Hawk has never, and I mean never, been seen with blonds. Ever.”
“That’s… really? Never?”
 “Never. Ask around, okay. I don’t want you to think I’m trying to cock block you. I’m not. I just don’t… You seem like a nice guy, and we hit it off, but I don’t think that hard-on you still have is for me.”
“Yeah man, sorry about that. There’s something about him, you know? He makes me… I could get so… Fuck. I want him bad. Have you ever…?”
“Made a play for him? Naw. You’re right, there is something about him, but it kinda scares me. He’s hot as fuck, but a night with him would probably be more than what I’m after.”
Simon shivered. “Dangerous. That’s how he comes across.”
Neither man spoke, both lost in thought.
Finally, Simon spoke. “I guess I’d better be heading out.”
“Yeah, me too.”
Simon stared at the man across from him. Dammit to hell and back, he’d totally planned to take him home and now…
“It’s gone, isn’t it?” Douglas asked.
“What you felt for me earlier. It’s gone now.”
“Shit.” Simon ran his hand through his hair, then waved for the check. “I’m sorry you wasted time on me, but yeah. God, maybe I really am a jerk.”
“It’s a good thing I’m such a cool guy. Most dudes would be a little put out wasting this much time on what looked like a sure thing.” Douglas grinned suddenly. “So, not a fuck buddy, but what about a friend? You interested?”
Relief flowed through Simon. “I am sorry, Douglas. And yeah, that was shitty of me. I just… I just… I have no idea how to explain this to you, but I am sorry. And absolutely. Give me your cell number.”
The waitress brought the check, which Simon paid. It was the least he could do. They exchanged numbers and made loose plans to meet up for lunch next week. Waving goodbye to Douglas, Simon cut through the parking lot to his car. So wrapped up in his plotting and planning, he almost didn’t notice how dark it was where he parked. Simon glanced around the parking lot. What possessed him to park so close to the woods? He walked a little faster, sudden unease slithering down his spine.
The feeling of being watched shook him to his toes. He peered into the darkness. He really needed to get a hold of his imagination before it scared the…
“Holy crap!” Simon fell against the car.
Movement caught his attention. Was that a bird? Yeah, it was—a rather large bird. Another shrill scream and his eyes rolled back in his head at that sound.
“Jesus, would you stop that?”
An angry ruffle of feathers—yup, that was definitely angry ruffling—and the damn bird took off. It was so dark he barely could see it fly away.  Simon released a nervous breath. “Well, okay then, bye.” Simon rolled his eyes. Now he was talking to birds. What a weird, trying, and totally insane night.