Showing posts with label Only in His Dreams. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Only in His Dreams. Show all posts
Friday, May 27, 2016
Only in His Dreams New Cover
The "Only" series is also being re-released through JMS Books (exclusively with Amazon for three months) and here is the first one's cover. It should be for sale on Amazon (or through the Unlimited program) in June (I think around the first).
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Alas a New Week Begins
Thanks to everyone who read and enjoyed Only in His Dreams. I hope those who still have it in their to be read lists will enjoy it when they get to it.
Here's a picture for you.
Now that I am in wait mode to learn the fate of Pieces, I am going back to the fourth book in the Only Forever series, His One and Only.
Hope everyone has a decent week. It's my last week at 44.
Here's a picture for you.
Now that I am in wait mode to learn the fate of Pieces, I am going back to the fourth book in the Only Forever series, His One and Only.
Hope everyone has a decent week. It's my last week at 44.
New Release - Only In His Dreams
Normally I reserve Sundays for eye candy but since I have a release today I thought I would change it up a bit. Only in His Dreams is available right now for $3.00.
In other news, I finished my angst-filled, Pieces, and have submitted it to a publisher for consideration. As soon as I have news I'll post here. This is basically a story I began last year and then dropped it. Recently I had the urge to take it up again and I wrote the rest pretty quickly. Ava liked it a lot so we'll see what the publisher says. It was nice to finish a story I had originally tackled last year.
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Winner of Only In His Dreams
List Randomizer
There were 10 items in your list. Here they are in random order:
Rachel
Lily
Eyre
Shayne/Jack
Sharon
Devon
Maggie
Leni
Anna
Sayangsometimes
Rachel, please email me at authorshawnlane@gmail.com so I can have your email to send your book tomorrow.
Thanks to everyone else for entering and I hope if you choose to buy the book you will enjoy it.
There were 10 items in your list. Here they are in random order:
Rachel
Lily
Eyre
Shayne/Jack
Sharon
Devon
Maggie
Leni
Anna
Sayangsometimes
Rachel, please email me at authorshawnlane@gmail.com so I can have your email to send your book tomorrow.
Thanks to everyone else for entering and I hope if you choose to buy the book you will enjoy it.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Still Time
Just a brief Only in His Dreams contest update.
So far these are the entrants:
Anna
Sharon
Sayangsometimes
Shayne/Jack
Maggie
Eyre
Devon
Rachel
Leni
Lily
The contest is open until Saturday night 9:00PM Pacific time. Prize will be awarded on Sunday or whenever I have the winners email address once they've won.
So far these are the entrants:
Anna
Sharon
Sayangsometimes
Shayne/Jack
Maggie
Eyre
Devon
Rachel
Leni
Lily
The contest is open until Saturday night 9:00PM Pacific time. Prize will be awarded on Sunday or whenever I have the winners email address once they've won.
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Only In His Dreams - Giveaway
Time for a giveaway. As many of you know, my first release of 2010 arrives this coming weekend. Only In His Dreams is the first release in the Only Forever series.
Below is the official Blurb:
Shy, conservative Darrell Lincoln has worked hard to get his job as billing manager for the law firm of Anderson, Llewellyn, and Stevens. For a conscientious worker like Darrell, the job is perfect except for one thing. He has a big-time crush on one of the partners, Travis Anderson. Darrell thinks a gorgeous, wealthy, hotshot lawyer like Travis would be interested in a guy like him only in his dreams.
Lonely after the death of his longtime partner, Travis isn’t the dashing, smooth playboy Darrell imagines him to be. In reality he’s just as interested in Darrell.
Both men are after the same thing—each other. Their relationship is the stuff of dreams...until Travis meets Darrell’s not-so-welcoming family.
Can Darrell convince Travis he’s still his dream man?
And the official Excerpt:
...Darrell couldn’t remember the last time he’d enjoyed an evening like this. They’d watched all the various Die Hard movies, laughing and commenting throughout them. They’d switched to beers and he’d made popcorn. Really he hadn’t wanted the night to end. At least Travis wasn’t going home.
But Darrell had always been a cautious man. Starting anything, even casual sex with Travis, could get complicated. Since the firm was Travis’s, if something bad happened between them it would be Darrell who’d be forced to find new employment.
That didn’t stop him from wanting to bend Travis over the sofa and fucking him deep and slow.
Forcing the tempting thoughts from his mind before it gave him an obvious boner, Darrell stood and glanced at the clock. Nearly one in the morning. “The spare room is all set up. The sheets are clean and I left a pair of pajamas in there for you if you’d like to change. They should fit well enough for you to sleep in them anyway.”
Travis stood and stretched, his rumpled white dress shirt straining across his biceps and abs. His mouth dry, Darrell stared openly. He’d found white guys attractive before, though he hadn’t pursued it, but never like this. Every move Travis made riveted him. Every curve of his sensual, slightly plump lips fascinated him.
“Great,” Travis said. “I’m bushed.”
He let Travis go in front of him down the hall toward the bedrooms, unabashedly gawking at the man’s perfect round ass. Really, his resolve to take things slow with Travis began to waiver. Maybe just a goodnight kiss would satisfy him. After all it had been sort of a date.
Travis turned to him as they reached the spare room, a small smile on his lips, and before he could lose his nerve, Darrell pushed him against the wall and ground his mouth over Travis’s, squelching the man’s gasp of surprise.
As soon as their chests melded together, as soon as his hands slid up Travis’s arms, as soon as his pelvis fitted against Travis’s, Darrell knew the goodnight kiss had been a mistake. Or the idea that it would satiate him had been anyway. His dick was so hard he thought it might tear through both his briefs and his slacks.
Travis moaned low and opened his mouth to allow the intrusion of Darrell’s tongue. For just a minute, second really, Darrell intended to pull away and return to his original plan, but then Travis’s hand crept between their bodies and cupped his erection.
Fuck.
And that’s just what he intended to do. He tore his mouth away with effort and asked the burning question in his feverish mind. “Do you top, bottom or both?”
It sometimes broke the flow of things, Darrell knew, but it was a question that would ultimately need to be asked.
Travis blinked, his sky blue eyes glazed with passion mixed with confusion. “Both,” he finally said.
Thank God.
“Great.” His lips returned to Travis’s now plumped lips from his kisses and he reached to the man’s pants to undo the zipper. His heart nearly stopped when he remembered he didn’t have the goods. “Damn it,” he growled.
“What?”
“You don’t happen to have a condom and lube, do you? Or even just the rubber will do.”
Travis’s cheeks reddened. “Um, no.”
“Well, damn. I don’t have condoms or lube.” Until that moment he hadn’t needed the supplies well…for a very long time. It was way too late to visit a store. He knew of a drug store nearby that was open all night but—
“Darrell.” Travis’s hand stroked his jaw, turning his attention back to the object of his lust. He raised a blond brow. “We still have our hands.”
Darrell grinned. “We sure do.” His fingers, which had stilled on the zipper of Travis’s pants, now got moving again. He quickly took care of the zipper, and pushed the offending garments, both pants and boxers, down far enough and closed his hand around the man’s large erect cock.
“Ah, God.” Travis closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the wall, breathing heavy. His long golden lashes resting on his pink-tinged cheeks was one of the sexiest things Darrell had ever seen. His cock pulsed in his own pants, reminding him it wanted some necessary attention, too...
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Friday, March 5, 2010
Excerpt - Only In His Dreams by Shawn Lane
As promised here is the excerpt from March 14th's release, Only In His Dreams. This is a bit of a teaser for Barnaby and Nathan whose relationship is covered in April's Only For Him.
Travis, sitting behind his desk the next morning, handed the bills as well as the promotion letter to Barnaby Lassiter, his young admin assistant. Barnaby had been standing next to his desk for several minutes, fidgeting. He doubted the younger man knew how to stand still.
Barnaby shifted from one foot to the other and back again and then popped his gum. “Is that it?”
Travis looked up, noticing for the first time the plum blush Barnaby had splashed across his normally pale white cheeks and the matching plum lip gloss lining his lips. And then, of course, there was the eyeliner. He blinked. The dyed blond hair looked freshly done and a new salon style to it.
He cleared his throat. “Weren’t you sick yesterday?”
“Uh-huh.”
Travis gestured to Barnaby’s hair.
“Just cause I’m sick doesn’t mean I don’t need to look good, boss man.”
“Right.” Travis nodded. It was a good thing Barnaby was damn good at his job. He handed the last document to his admin. “The first stack goes to Darrell and the last one to Mary.”
There was a short knock on the door and then it opened to reveal Nathan. He carried a file in his right hand and a white paper sack in the other. Nathan’s thick glasses had slipped down his long nose. After he pushed them up, his gaze briefly rested on Barnaby, before sliding away. He cleared his throat. “Sorry to interrupt.”
“You’re not. We’re finished.” He waved Barnaby away.
The blond sauntered over to the door to his office where Nathan still stood lingering in the doorway. “Good morning, Mr. Llewellyn.”
Eyes downcast, Nathan mumbled, “Morning.”
Barnaby disappeared beyond the door and to Travis’s surprise, Nathan stuck his head around the corner to peer outside the office in the direction the young admin had gone.
“Something you want to tell me?”
Nathan walked in and closed the door, his face red. “What?”
“Have you got the hots for Barnaby?”
“What? No? Barnaby? No way. He’s so…so—”
“Cute?” Travis supplied neutrally.
“Yes. No. Sort of.” Nathan shrugged. “He’s not my type. Here, I brought you a bagel and cream cheese to make up for forgetting your birthday.” He thrust the bag at Travis and sat in the chair in front of the desk.
Travis had to admit that his admin assistant was hot, but he reminded him of Alan. He had adored Alan, but the last thing he wanted was another boyfriend like Alan. Never mind the secretary aspect. “So, you’ve no interest in him at all?”
“God, no. Never.” The redness in his cheeks had deepened. He held up the file he’d brought with him. “I wanted to ask your opinion about the Peck case.”
* * *
Darrell didn’t even have to turn around to know who was standing behind his chair, even before the dramatic sigh announced his arrival. He could smell Barnaby several feet away. Or rather Barnaby’s expensive cologne
.
He turned to face Travis’s assistant. Barnaby flashed him a smile he was sure had been used on many a sucker. “Good morning.”
“Hi there.” Barnaby leaned on the cubicle wall. “I was told to give you these.” He handed a thick stack of papers to Darrell. “And also this.”
Darrell took the plain envelope from Barnaby. His name was neatly scrolled on it.
“Congratulations, D. The promotion is well deserved.”
“Thank you.” He stared at Barnaby when he noticed the man wasn’t leaving. “Anything else?”
“I was wondering if you’d like to have lunch with me today.”
“Lunch? Well, I…that’s probably not a good idea.” Darrell fidgeted with his letter. He didn’t want to hurt Barnaby’s feeling or anything, but he really didn’t see anything between them.
Barnaby rolled his eyes. “It’s just lunch, D. With a co-worker. We’re not going to have an afternoon delight or anything.” He gestured to the letter. “And since you’re rich and all, you can buy.”
“Me?”
“Yep.” Barnaby glanced at his watch. “I’ll come by your desk at eleven-thirty. Don’t worry, I know your car’s in the shop so I’ll drive us.”
Travis, sitting behind his desk the next morning, handed the bills as well as the promotion letter to Barnaby Lassiter, his young admin assistant. Barnaby had been standing next to his desk for several minutes, fidgeting. He doubted the younger man knew how to stand still.
Barnaby shifted from one foot to the other and back again and then popped his gum. “Is that it?”
Travis looked up, noticing for the first time the plum blush Barnaby had splashed across his normally pale white cheeks and the matching plum lip gloss lining his lips. And then, of course, there was the eyeliner. He blinked. The dyed blond hair looked freshly done and a new salon style to it.
He cleared his throat. “Weren’t you sick yesterday?”
“Uh-huh.”
Travis gestured to Barnaby’s hair.
“Just cause I’m sick doesn’t mean I don’t need to look good, boss man.”
“Right.” Travis nodded. It was a good thing Barnaby was damn good at his job. He handed the last document to his admin. “The first stack goes to Darrell and the last one to Mary.”
There was a short knock on the door and then it opened to reveal Nathan. He carried a file in his right hand and a white paper sack in the other. Nathan’s thick glasses had slipped down his long nose. After he pushed them up, his gaze briefly rested on Barnaby, before sliding away. He cleared his throat. “Sorry to interrupt.”
“You’re not. We’re finished.” He waved Barnaby away.
The blond sauntered over to the door to his office where Nathan still stood lingering in the doorway. “Good morning, Mr. Llewellyn.”
Eyes downcast, Nathan mumbled, “Morning.”
Barnaby disappeared beyond the door and to Travis’s surprise, Nathan stuck his head around the corner to peer outside the office in the direction the young admin had gone.
“Something you want to tell me?”
Nathan walked in and closed the door, his face red. “What?”
“Have you got the hots for Barnaby?”
“What? No? Barnaby? No way. He’s so…so—”
“Cute?” Travis supplied neutrally.
“Yes. No. Sort of.” Nathan shrugged. “He’s not my type. Here, I brought you a bagel and cream cheese to make up for forgetting your birthday.” He thrust the bag at Travis and sat in the chair in front of the desk.
Travis had to admit that his admin assistant was hot, but he reminded him of Alan. He had adored Alan, but the last thing he wanted was another boyfriend like Alan. Never mind the secretary aspect. “So, you’ve no interest in him at all?”
“God, no. Never.” The redness in his cheeks had deepened. He held up the file he’d brought with him. “I wanted to ask your opinion about the Peck case.”
* * *
Darrell didn’t even have to turn around to know who was standing behind his chair, even before the dramatic sigh announced his arrival. He could smell Barnaby several feet away. Or rather Barnaby’s expensive cologne
.
He turned to face Travis’s assistant. Barnaby flashed him a smile he was sure had been used on many a sucker. “Good morning.”
“Hi there.” Barnaby leaned on the cubicle wall. “I was told to give you these.” He handed a thick stack of papers to Darrell. “And also this.”
Darrell took the plain envelope from Barnaby. His name was neatly scrolled on it.
“Congratulations, D. The promotion is well deserved.”
“Thank you.” He stared at Barnaby when he noticed the man wasn’t leaving. “Anything else?”
“I was wondering if you’d like to have lunch with me today.”
“Lunch? Well, I…that’s probably not a good idea.” Darrell fidgeted with his letter. He didn’t want to hurt Barnaby’s feeling or anything, but he really didn’t see anything between them.
Barnaby rolled his eyes. “It’s just lunch, D. With a co-worker. We’re not going to have an afternoon delight or anything.” He gestured to the letter. “And since you’re rich and all, you can buy.”
“Me?”
“Yep.” Barnaby glanced at his watch. “I’ll come by your desk at eleven-thirty. Don’t worry, I know your car’s in the shop so I’ll drive us.”
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Only In His Dreams Excerpt
I feel like I've been pushing Barnaby's and Calvin's stories that you might think I don't love my men, Travis and Darrell, from Only in His Dreams, the first book in the series. So below the picture is an excerpt. Hopefully it will get you excited for next month's release.
Darrell couldn’t remember the last time he enjoyed an evening like this. They’d watched all the various Die Hard movies, laughing and commenting throughout them. They’d switched to beers and he’d made popcorn. Really he hadn’t wanted the night to end. At least Travis wasn’t going home.
But Darrell had always been a cautious man. Starting anything, even casual sex with Travis, could get complicated. Since the firm was Travis’s if something bad happened between them it would be Darrell who’d be forced to find new employment.
That didn’t stop him from wanting to bend Travis over the sofa and fucking him deep and slow.
Forcing the tempting thoughts from his mind before it gave him an obvious boner, Darrell stood and glanced at the clock. Nearly one in the morning. “The spare room is all set up. The sheets are clean and I left a pair of pajamas in there for you if you’d like to change. They should fit well enough for you to sleep in them anyway.”
Travis stood and stretched, his rumpled white dress shirt straining across his biceps and abs. His mouth dry, Darrell stared openly. He’d found white guys attractive before, though he hadn’t pursued it, but never like this. Every move Travis made riveted him. Every curve of his sensual, slightly plump lips fascinated him.
“Great,” Travis said. “I’m bushed.”
He let Travis go in front of him down the hall toward the bedrooms, unabashedly gawking at the man’s perfect round ass. Really, his resolve to take things slow with Travis began to waiver. Maybe just a goodnight kiss would satisfy him. After all it had been sort of a date.
Travis turned to him as they reached the spare room, a small smile on his lips, and before he could lose his nerve, Darrell pushed him against the wall and ground his mouth over Travis’s squelching the man’s gasp of surprise.
As soon as their chests melded together, as soon as his hands slid up Travis’s arms, as soon as his pelvis fitted against Travis’s, Darrell knew the goodnight kiss had been a mistake. Or the idea that it would satiate him had been anyway. His dick was so hard he thought it might tear through both his briefs and his slacks.
Travis moaned low and opened his mouth to allow the intrusion of Darrell’s tongue. For just a minute, second really, Darrell intended to pull away and return to his original plan, but then Travis’s hand crept between their bodies and cupped his erection.
Fuck.
And that’s just what he intended to do. He tore his mouth away with effort and asked the burning question in his feverish mind. “Do you top, bottom or both?”
Darrell couldn’t remember the last time he enjoyed an evening like this. They’d watched all the various Die Hard movies, laughing and commenting throughout them. They’d switched to beers and he’d made popcorn. Really he hadn’t wanted the night to end. At least Travis wasn’t going home.
But Darrell had always been a cautious man. Starting anything, even casual sex with Travis, could get complicated. Since the firm was Travis’s if something bad happened between them it would be Darrell who’d be forced to find new employment.
That didn’t stop him from wanting to bend Travis over the sofa and fucking him deep and slow.
Forcing the tempting thoughts from his mind before it gave him an obvious boner, Darrell stood and glanced at the clock. Nearly one in the morning. “The spare room is all set up. The sheets are clean and I left a pair of pajamas in there for you if you’d like to change. They should fit well enough for you to sleep in them anyway.”
Travis stood and stretched, his rumpled white dress shirt straining across his biceps and abs. His mouth dry, Darrell stared openly. He’d found white guys attractive before, though he hadn’t pursued it, but never like this. Every move Travis made riveted him. Every curve of his sensual, slightly plump lips fascinated him.
“Great,” Travis said. “I’m bushed.”
He let Travis go in front of him down the hall toward the bedrooms, unabashedly gawking at the man’s perfect round ass. Really, his resolve to take things slow with Travis began to waiver. Maybe just a goodnight kiss would satisfy him. After all it had been sort of a date.
Travis turned to him as they reached the spare room, a small smile on his lips, and before he could lose his nerve, Darrell pushed him against the wall and ground his mouth over Travis’s squelching the man’s gasp of surprise.
As soon as their chests melded together, as soon as his hands slid up Travis’s arms, as soon as his pelvis fitted against Travis’s, Darrell knew the goodnight kiss had been a mistake. Or the idea that it would satiate him had been anyway. His dick was so hard he thought it might tear through both his briefs and his slacks.
Travis moaned low and opened his mouth to allow the intrusion of Darrell’s tongue. For just a minute, second really, Darrell intended to pull away and return to his original plan, but then Travis’s hand crept between their bodies and cupped his erection.
Fuck.
And that’s just what he intended to do. He tore his mouth away with effort and asked the burning question in his feverish mind. “Do you top, bottom or both?”
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Progress Update and Only For Him Teaser
Barnaby's making progress and getting it on with Nathan right now. I hit the 10,000 word mark. I really have no clue what the word length will end up at for Only For Him. I'm thinking novella which starts at 18,000 but it might end up under that and make it to Extended Amber Kiss which is what Only In His Dreams was. This one will be just a smidge angsty but hopefully in the end you will all feel that Barnaby and Nathan deserve their Happily Ever After.
I still intend to keep my self-imposed deadline of having it done January 23/24. Wish me luck!
Before I get to Calvin and Matt's story, which will be the third "Only" book, I will then be working on the sequel to The Best Gift with Dusty and Malcolm five years later. That one will be called Still the One and should be part of a best friends/lovers Amber Quill sort of anthology (called Pax) in early summer.
Here is a teaser for you. The opening pages of Only For Him.
Barnaby Lassiter thought perhaps if he squinted his left eye and tilted his head a bit to the right the guy leering at him from the other end of the bar could pass for him. The man at the other end had dark hair and glasses like him. Maybe if he had another drink or two or three he could pretend.
The man, apparently feeling encouraged by Barnaby looking at him, got up and made his way toward him. Barnaby shook his head and took a sip of his chocolate martini. Nope, not even close to looking like Nathan.
“Hey, gorgeous,” the man said as he reached Barnaby. His hand smoothed over Barnaby’s jean covered knee. “Can I buy you another one?”
Barnaby smiled apologetically. “I’m sorry, I’m meeting someone here.” Which was not a lie, actually. And he was glad of that.
The guy’s smile turned brittle. “Sure, whatever.” He moved away, but not before digging his fingers painfully in Barnaby’s leg.
Dickhead.
He sighed and glanced at his digital watch. Calvin was already thirty minutes late. Stood up by his older brother had to be the height of patheticness. Um…that probably wasn’t even a damn word.
The bell above the door jangled and Barnaby once more turned to look hopefully.
At last.
Calvin Lassiter, his older brother by seven years, was an emergency room doctor. Barnaby had dyed his hair bleached blond whereas Calvin’s was still milk chocolate brown. His brother, dressed in dress slacks, shirt and a tie, was the picture of conservative. No hair out of place, no earrings, no nose stud.
All more than he could say for himself of course. He had gone home from his work as an admin assistant at the Law Offices of Anderson, Llewellyn, and Stevens, and changed into jeans and a blue tank top, and a leather jacket. He had three diamond studs in his left ear and another one in his left nostril. He’d also applied eyeliner, mauve blush, and mauve lip gloss.
Calvin noticed him at the bar and walked over. He was already frowning. Not a good sign. His brother slid onto the stool next to him.
“Hey, I was beginning to think you weren’t coming.”
“I’m busy, Barnaby. I had a meeting at the hospital this afternoon and it ran late.” Calvin ordered a red wine from the bartender and then turned to Barnaby. “Did we have to meet at a gay bar?”
“You’re gay, too.”
“I don’t hang out at bars,” Calvin said, with that note of superiority he usually had when speaking to Barnaby. “And neither should you.”
“I feel comfortable here.”
Calvin glanced around the bar. “I don’t see why. All that these guys want is to get laid. None of them are looking for anything serious. And you have no idea if they have diseases or are serial killers.”
Barnaby felt the muscle in his jaw tick but he said nothing and took another sip of his drink.
“If you’re looking for someone, why don’t you try one of those online dating services?”
“Oh, yeah, right.”
“They have some for gay men, you know.” Calvin looked at him critically. “I can see how some of them might find you attractive.”
“Gee, thanks.”
Calvin sighed. “I just don’t like you in places like this. You aren’t careful, Barnaby.”
He drummed his fingers on the bar. “Look, I didn’t ask you to meet me to get a lecture on how I am going to be murdered by a serial killer.”
I still intend to keep my self-imposed deadline of having it done January 23/24. Wish me luck!
Before I get to Calvin and Matt's story, which will be the third "Only" book, I will then be working on the sequel to The Best Gift with Dusty and Malcolm five years later. That one will be called Still the One and should be part of a best friends/lovers Amber Quill sort of anthology (called Pax) in early summer.
Here is a teaser for you. The opening pages of Only For Him.
Barnaby Lassiter thought perhaps if he squinted his left eye and tilted his head a bit to the right the guy leering at him from the other end of the bar could pass for him. The man at the other end had dark hair and glasses like him. Maybe if he had another drink or two or three he could pretend.
The man, apparently feeling encouraged by Barnaby looking at him, got up and made his way toward him. Barnaby shook his head and took a sip of his chocolate martini. Nope, not even close to looking like Nathan.
“Hey, gorgeous,” the man said as he reached Barnaby. His hand smoothed over Barnaby’s jean covered knee. “Can I buy you another one?”
Barnaby smiled apologetically. “I’m sorry, I’m meeting someone here.” Which was not a lie, actually. And he was glad of that.
The guy’s smile turned brittle. “Sure, whatever.” He moved away, but not before digging his fingers painfully in Barnaby’s leg.
Dickhead.
He sighed and glanced at his digital watch. Calvin was already thirty minutes late. Stood up by his older brother had to be the height of patheticness. Um…that probably wasn’t even a damn word.
The bell above the door jangled and Barnaby once more turned to look hopefully.
At last.
Calvin Lassiter, his older brother by seven years, was an emergency room doctor. Barnaby had dyed his hair bleached blond whereas Calvin’s was still milk chocolate brown. His brother, dressed in dress slacks, shirt and a tie, was the picture of conservative. No hair out of place, no earrings, no nose stud.
All more than he could say for himself of course. He had gone home from his work as an admin assistant at the Law Offices of Anderson, Llewellyn, and Stevens, and changed into jeans and a blue tank top, and a leather jacket. He had three diamond studs in his left ear and another one in his left nostril. He’d also applied eyeliner, mauve blush, and mauve lip gloss.
Calvin noticed him at the bar and walked over. He was already frowning. Not a good sign. His brother slid onto the stool next to him.
“Hey, I was beginning to think you weren’t coming.”
“I’m busy, Barnaby. I had a meeting at the hospital this afternoon and it ran late.” Calvin ordered a red wine from the bartender and then turned to Barnaby. “Did we have to meet at a gay bar?”
“You’re gay, too.”
“I don’t hang out at bars,” Calvin said, with that note of superiority he usually had when speaking to Barnaby. “And neither should you.”
“I feel comfortable here.”
Calvin glanced around the bar. “I don’t see why. All that these guys want is to get laid. None of them are looking for anything serious. And you have no idea if they have diseases or are serial killers.”
Barnaby felt the muscle in his jaw tick but he said nothing and took another sip of his drink.
“If you’re looking for someone, why don’t you try one of those online dating services?”
“Oh, yeah, right.”
“They have some for gay men, you know.” Calvin looked at him critically. “I can see how some of them might find you attractive.”
“Gee, thanks.”
Calvin sighed. “I just don’t like you in places like this. You aren’t careful, Barnaby.”
He drummed his fingers on the bar. “Look, I didn’t ask you to meet me to get a lecture on how I am going to be murdered by a serial killer.”
Friday, January 8, 2010
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Waiting, Waiting, Waiting
Yes, I am still waiting for my cover for Only In His Dreams (something Ava March can appreciate as she is waiting on her cover for From Afar). I admit I have grown spoiled at Amber Quill. In the past, I sometimes had my covers within a day and so waiting for a couple of months already is agonizing for me. It's not like I didn't have to wait for covers from other publishers, but AQ was always damn quick and since it's not as quick this time...well I am whining a bit. Come on guys with that the only book I have scheduled at the moment I need SOMETHING to look forward to.Only For Him is coming along. I'm going to start chapter 5 today and I have about 7,500 words done on it. I'm giving myself a goal of having it done and submitted to AQ by January 23rd. We'll see if I manage that one. lol.
Once it is done I have to move on to my best friends story due March 01. My original plan was to use my story with my police detective partners who are trying to solve the murders of the elderly in their city. I've changed my mind about this because I'm pretty sure that story is going to end up being too complicated to rush it and I think it is going to require me to do a little bit of...gasp...research.
I don't want to put too much effort into thinking up new characters either because I have so much work to do already. There's a shocking amount of stories I already have in the queue to be written. So, basically my best friends story will be the five years into the future story of Dustin and Malcolm. It's going to be a little bit more angsty then The Best Gift because the guys are more mature and are dealing with a long distance-absence issue (you'll see).
Once I have gotten that out of the way which I am hoping won't take me all the way to March 01, I'll be working on a couple of things at once. Probably my story with Ava March and either Calvin's story or finishing Waking the Prince.
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Only in His Dreams
Yes, my friends, I finished Only in His Dreams and submitted it to Amber Quill. As my BFF would say, "go me".
I have a release date of March 14, 2010.
Three months seems like a long time but in the publishing world it really is not long at all. As soon as I have a cover I'll post it.
No resting for too long though as I have way too many stories that need to get done.
I'm nearly finished with part two of the Christmas freebie too so I will be posting that sometime today.
I have a release date of March 14, 2010.
Three months seems like a long time but in the publishing world it really is not long at all. As soon as I have a cover I'll post it.
No resting for too long though as I have way too many stories that need to get done.
I'm nearly finished with part two of the Christmas freebie too so I will be posting that sometime today.
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Just One to Go...
Thanks to everyone for the great response to Ticket to Ride so far. Once I got who the characters needed to be for that story (thanks to Nelson, lol) it flowed fairly easily for me. Darn thing has been done since August so I was very ready for it to come out.
It's funny, a friend said to me, now that you have a book with the Beatles title, Ticket to Ride, are you going to make it a series with other Beatles song titles like Eight Days a Week or Paperback Writer or You've Got to Hide Your Love Away.
Um, I admit, my stupid brain sort of perked up at the notion. "Hmm, I could write a mystery series starring Chad and Jack. Or a new couple every book," the brain said. Hmm...fortunately, I turned off the brain and said no to it.
In other news, I am on the last chapter of Only in His Dreams. Go me! I should get it done today and off to where it needs to go. Huge sigh of relief. I'll post a release date, etc, when I know.
Since I am about done with that, I should be able to post part two of the Christmas story sometime Wednesday night or Thursday morning.
Speaking of those whose names are in for winning this weekend's release, The Best Gift are:
Anna
Shayne
Andi
Kara
Drew
Brent
Josh
Lindsay
Eyre
Ivan
Kathy K
mishkismom
Sharon
Martha W
Rachel
Jack
Nick
Sidda Lee
Spring
Please, if I have missed anyone, let me know. Sometimes my eyes skip over names.
The Best Gift is short, being under 10,000 words and it will fly by as you read it, promise. I went the opposite in that Chad and Jack are older heroes. In The Best Gift, Malcolm and Dusty are in their 20s.
It's funny, a friend said to me, now that you have a book with the Beatles title, Ticket to Ride, are you going to make it a series with other Beatles song titles like Eight Days a Week or Paperback Writer or You've Got to Hide Your Love Away.
Um, I admit, my stupid brain sort of perked up at the notion. "Hmm, I could write a mystery series starring Chad and Jack. Or a new couple every book," the brain said. Hmm...fortunately, I turned off the brain and said no to it.
In other news, I am on the last chapter of Only in His Dreams. Go me! I should get it done today and off to where it needs to go. Huge sigh of relief. I'll post a release date, etc, when I know.
Since I am about done with that, I should be able to post part two of the Christmas story sometime Wednesday night or Thursday morning.
Speaking of those whose names are in for winning this weekend's release, The Best Gift are:
Anna
Shayne
Andi
Kara
Drew
Brent
Josh
Lindsay
Eyre
Ivan
Kathy K
mishkismom
Sharon
Martha W
Rachel
Jack
Nick
Sidda Lee
Spring
Please, if I have missed anyone, let me know. Sometimes my eyes skip over names.
The Best Gift is short, being under 10,000 words and it will fly by as you read it, promise. I went the opposite in that Chad and Jack are older heroes. In The Best Gift, Malcolm and Dusty are in their 20s.
Monday, October 26, 2009
So, still really nothing to report.
I am working on a story called, Only in His Dreams. I referred to this a week or so ago when I mentioned I had thought of another idea for a story. My "plan" is to have this one done and off for publication no later than the middle of November. So I am on the fast track for this story.
I am working on Damian's Feast for posting next week on the blog. Once that story is completed, I'll start the next one, and on and on until all four November stories are posted.
Once I have Only in His Dreams completed, I will return full time to Twice in a Lifetime and Waking the Prince.
That's pretty much it for news.
I am working on a story called, Only in His Dreams. I referred to this a week or so ago when I mentioned I had thought of another idea for a story. My "plan" is to have this one done and off for publication no later than the middle of November. So I am on the fast track for this story.
I am working on Damian's Feast for posting next week on the blog. Once that story is completed, I'll start the next one, and on and on until all four November stories are posted.
Once I have Only in His Dreams completed, I will return full time to Twice in a Lifetime and Waking the Prince.
That's pretty much it for news.
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