In His Pocket
Free read at No Boundaries Press
Word Count: 3,500
Word Count: 3,500
When Patrick found fourteen year old Matt digging through his trash, he had no idea he was about to take in a foster son. Being a dad, however, was no easy task, especially when the kid managed to leave Patrick dumbfounded more than once as the years passed.
Now, at eighteen, Matt presents Patrick with a problem on a whole new level – a problem Patrick may not be able to solve: Matt wants him as a lover.
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Please note: I hope people will realize that this little story is supposed to be humorous and not serious. Of course, my humor isn't to everyone's liking and I have a feeling the subject might offend some people, but heck, I like this story - even if it's my own ;)
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Half-Baked Promises (Castor Springs #1)
Written for the Love is Always Write event at the M/M Romance Goodreads group. Here's my prompt (by Nancy):
One more day, that's all he needed. One more day to finish this presentation and get the hell out of town and back to his normal, everyday life. So it absolutely figured that some over-muscled moron with a pneumatic dick substitute would wake him up at the ass-crack of dawn and shoot his plans right to hell. At this point he'd try anything -- maybe a bribe?
Excerpt:
There were short pauses now and then. This very moment, for example, was nice and quiet and Kevin could actually hear himself think. Downer was that it never lasted for more than a minute. The idiot in an orange construction vest seemed utterly oblivious to any sort of disturbance he might be causing. Seriously, who starts hacking up pavement at seven in the morning?
One fucking day.
Turning away from the window, Kevin yanked open a whitewashed pine cupboard, grabbed a red mug and poured himself coffee. Just as he brought the mug to his lips, the drilling commenced and Kevin jumped, sloshing drops of scalding hot coffee over his hand. The mug smashed to bits on the grey tiles, sending the black, oily liquid crawling over the floor. He stared at it for a while, hand tingling, shoulders slumped, before a heated flare surged to his chest.
"Fuck!" he yelled and slammed his hand on the counter. The son of a bitch continued drilling, completely unaware of Kevin's anger and spilled coffee.
The loud thumping drowned out Kevin's cussing as he stormed out the kitchen door and ran across the unkempt garden. The emerging sun did nothing to ease his frustration. Nor did the fact that he couldn't even hear the annoying squeak of the gate as he pushed through. The guy had his back turned to Kevin, strong arms shaking under the rolled-up green plaid shirtsleeves. Firm butt cheeks sat like rounded pieces of cement in the blue jeans that rattled under the power of the jackhammer. No amount of yelling alerted him to Kevin's presence, but that did not stop Kevin from spitting out all sorts of creative names.
"… dickless MORON!" rang across the quiet street once the drilling stopped.
Birds chirped in the trees and a dragonfly whirred by Kevin's ear, just before the huge guy turned almost in slow motion.
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Midnight Muffins (Castor Springs #2)
ETA: July 2013
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Formats: pdf, mobi, ePub
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Written for the Love Has No Boundaries event at the M/M Romance Goodreads group. Here's my prompt (by JustJen):
I am kind of a quiet guy. I've never had any luck meeting people or anyone who could really pull me out of my shell. Please help me find someone strong enough and willing to take a chance on me.
(Picture of a guy who looks almost exactly the one on my cover! Might even be the same guy.)
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