Thursday, August 22, 2013

What Will Shane Do? In Or Out? Excerpt

Shane and Nick had their fun on the island, but now it's back to real life where Mark is making Shane's life hell. When Shane moves in with his sexy new boss, Brian, Nick can't help but be jealous. And he has plenty of reasons to wonder what's happening with Shane and Brian.

Guilt twists Brian in knots, leaving him feeling empty and unsatisfied with life. He knew about Mark's secrets and even shared in them. Now he has the opportunity to make it up to Shane, but will he stop at being a friend or will he try to split Nick and Shane up before they have an opportunity to be lovers? Brian wants what he's never had before—true love. But who exactly will he find love with?

Chapter One

Shane dropped his bag in the entryway and sighed, trying not to think of the good times, or what he'd thought were good times that had happened in Mark's home. His personality was all over the place, from the art to the furniture he'd picked out when decorating. This apartment was supposed to be his home forever, but now he couldn’t live here, not after what happened. Nick Jenkins, his best friend and if things worked out, his lover, had offered to let him crash at his place, but he sure has hell didn't want go from living with Mark to living with Nick. He needed time to adjust.
None of the furniture was his so he wouldn't need a moving van, only boxes for the few items that belonged to him. Five years had gone by and he had nothing to show for it other than a few pieces of clothing. Last night as he thought about retrieving his things, he realized he had nothing larger than a packing box, not even one large piece of art was in his name.
Leaving New York and heading to the islands had seemed like a good idea at the time, of course after Mark left him at the altar he hadn't really been thinking. He should have stayed here and packed up his stuff, but if he'd stayed, he wouldn’t have found love.
Shane slid to the floor, depression filling him. Nick was the best guy he'd ever known. Why hadn't he seen it years ago? When he'd met Mark, he'd been too shallow to look beyond how impressive of a package Mark could deliver, thinking that money would make him happy. Of course, he'd been very poor and very young. Mark seemed nice and caring. When they first got together he acted like the most loving man in the world. Shane hadn't seen the cracks or the thin veneer that hid the truth. Before Mark, Shane hadn't had any serious boyfriends only puppy love.
His longtime relationship with Nick had stayed in the friendship zone, never once straying into intimacy. They'd been buddies since college, and hadn't wanted to ruin what they had, but now he wished they'd hooked up at least once. If they had, Shane would have known Mark really was a crappy lover and he could have dumped him before the man stole such a huge chunk of his time.
Mark had wooed him, and he fell hard. He'd convinced himself it hadn't been about the money. Looking back, he realized he'd lied to himself, settling because it was nice to have money. It felt good not having to worry about making rent or having enough for groceries. He'd been shallow, giving up so much because he thought he owed Mark once the man started paying for his things.
Mark was flashy and Nick was sweet but poor. Had he looked beyond the glitz and the glam of Mark's existence he would have see how solid Nick was. Now, five years were missing and Nick had been there for it all. How could his best friend still want to be with him? He'd been stupid, making the wrong choice and sacrificing real love for a guy who only wanted arm candy and was willing to pay for it. Of course at the time, Nick never showed any interest in a relationship. Had he said something, life may have turned out different for both of them.
After pouting over his circumstances for twenty minutes or so, he pulled himself up, intent on packing away his things and vacating Mark's place, never to return. He'd retrieved all of his clothes from the closet and was working on the dresser when the front door opened. His heart sank when he realized Mark was home, cutting off his hope of escaping without seeing the guy.
"Shane, I thought you'd be gone by now."
"Sorry, the plane was late."
"Can I help you?"
Shane stared at Mark over the bed, unsure if Mark were being real or if the punch line would include Mark trying to make a pass at him. "I think I can do this on my own."
"Please, let me help. It's the least I could do. I mean I know I screwed up."
"Let's not go there."
"Okay, but let me help."
Shane nodded once, his gaze straying to his clothes. "I need to get these into a box."
Mark took a step toward him though the bed still separated them. "Where will you be staying?"
"You can forward my things to the office."
"What if I want to see you?"
This was exactly what Shane didn't want. "I can't."
"Shane," Mark whispered and stepped around the end of the bed getting close in two strides.
Shane held up his hand and shook his head. "No."
"No?" Mark bellowed.
"Just leave me alone," Shane begged.
"Five years. Are you really willing to throw away five years of us being together for some punk ass jerk?"
"Excuse me? Nick isn't some punk ass jerk. He's my friend."
"Seriously, he's fucked how many guys while you've been with me? You deserve someone who actually cares about you. Not some guy who's likely to cheat on you."
Shane's face heated and he backed up, putting space between them. "That's it. You need to leave me alone."
"Hey, this is my place and I'll stay here if I want. It's not my fault you're dating some skanky asshole who is probably putting you at risk for HIV or worse."
Shane drew in a deep breath and exhaled. "Is that really how you see Nick? He's been my friend for years, long before I met you."
"You sure know how to pick 'em."
Shane gathered his clothes then dropped them. He strode into the kitchen and rooted through the pantry for plastic bags.
Mark followed after him, his breath hot on Shane's neck. "What are you doing?"
"I was going to go find some boxes but I don't want to wait. I'll just grab some garbage bags and leave."
The barb hurt but Shane ignored Mark, focusing on gathering his things. He pulled together his clothes, stuffing them in the bag, checking the drawers for anything left behind. Packing with Mark hovering over his shoulder was impossible. The asshole's true nature was showing and Shane had never felt so humiliated as Mark argued about who owned what. In the end, Shane left Mark's apartment, the place he'd called home for almost five years, with four trash bags stuffed with clothes, two suitcases filled with items he'd fought Mark over, and his laptop.
He shut the door to his car and the tears fell. Not only had Mark yelled at him, he'd rubbed Shane's face in the fact that he'd paid off the note on Shane's car. It would be a miracle if the man didn't report it as stolen. After drying his eyes, Shane dialed Amy, hoping she'd let him spend the night. She answered on the first ring.
"Shane, OMG, Mark just called me to see if you were staying with me. He threatened to call my landlord and tell them about the cat. So who are you going to stay with?"
The sob was automatic. Mark would go through his list of friends. Anyone he stayed with would be threatened or worse, harmed by Mark.
"Shane, are you still there?"
"Amy, I'm sorry. I had no idea he'd be this way. I can't put you at risk."
"Who are you going to stay with?" Amy pressed and Shane had the sinking suspicion Mark was bribing her to get the information.
"No one. I'm going to find a hotel room on the cheap and stay there."
"There is nothing inexpensive in the city."
"I'll sleep in my car. I don't have much choice, do I?"

He hung up, regretting being so mean to Amy but if she hadn't stood up to Mark, no one would. Mark was rich and powerful and Shane was a nobody. He thought about calling Nick, but he wasn't going to put that on the guy. They'd agreed they wouldn’t move in together, not yet. He wanted time to get their relationship off the ground and not sabotage it by living together too quickly.

Monday, August 19, 2013

Prodigal Wolf Guest Blog

Amy Lane was gracious enough to put up a blog for Linda and I. Go check it out.

Sunday, August 18, 2013

Twink Sex

Prodigal Wolf by LE Franks and Sara York at ARE, MLRPress Amazon B&N
Kevin ground against him, “Mmm, you feel good.” The door opened and they slid inside, dropping the ice chest and towels on the ground. The door shut and Kevin had him plastered against the hard wood, his arms held over his head. Kevin’s lips were on Grady’s, his tongue probing deep.

Grady moaned, rocking his hips against Kevin’s. He was on fire, his dick so stiff he needed to get his board shorts off.

He broke off the kiss, his breath coming in gasps. “Kevin, fuck, I’m so hard.”

“I feel ya.”

“Suck me.”

Kevin dropped to his knees and pulled at Grady’s swimsuit as Grady tossed off his shirt. Soon his friend was totally naked, his cock jutting out. He loved the taste of Grady—loved his friend’s salty essence on his tongue, licking Grady’s balls left his knees weak and his body humming.

“Fuck, you’re so hot.” Kevin nibbled on Grady’s hip, making him jump and squirm.

“God, that tickles.”

Kevin smiled, glad that they’d come to this point. He wanted this more than he cared to admit. He wrapped his lips around Grady’s dick and Grady calmed, moaning as he wove his fingers through Kevin’s hair. Grady didn’t waste any time and cupped the back of Kevin’s head, forcing him to take it deeper.

“Yeah, that’s so good,” Grady crooned.

Kevin sucked hard, humming his pleasure. Grady was leaking pre-come, the taste salty on his tongue. He’d wanted this all day. Hell, he’d wanted this last night. Just thinking about Grady plastered against him as the music throbbed around them at the club made Kevin more excited. Grady began rocking his hips, pushing forward quickly, fucking Kevin’s mouth. He opened his throat, letting Grady slip in further. The scent of his friend filled his nostrils and he breathed in deep, loving the way Grady smelled. Grady kept moving, pressing in hard, his cock at the back of Kevin’s throat. He felt Grady’s balls pull up just before the first shot of semen went down, then Grady pulled out a little, coating Kevin’s tongue. He swallowed, drinking down all that Grady had to give.

He let Grady’s cock slide from his lips, then stood, possessing Grady’s mouth, fucking him with his tongue. They twisted around, Grady guiding Kevin toward the stairs. Grady pushed away then grabbed the back of Kevin’s neck, pulling him close. Their lips mashed together for a quick kiss. Grady’s tongue traced a line up to Kevin’s ear, licking the lobe and biting, his teeth grazing over Kevin’s skin, pulling at his sensitive flesh. He shivered.

“Fuck, so good.”

Grady pushed him to the stairs, plastering him against the wall, pulling at his shirt. “I want you naked.”

Kevin tugged at his clothes, stripping down fast. His cock was so hard he ached. “Condom?”

“Bag on the table,” Grady barked out.

Kevin took two steps, grabbing the bag, dumping it on the table. He found the condom and lube. Grady had his cock in his hands, stroking it back to life. They grinned at each other, lust firing hot between them.

“On the stairs,” Kevin stated. “Turn around. I want to feel your sweet little bubble butt up against my body when I bang into you.”

“God Kevin, you’re fucking amazing.” Grady climbed halfway up the stairs, his ass wagging back and forth, teasing Kevin.

“You want this, don’t you?”

“Fuck yeah.” Grady arched his back, his knees wide, putting his ass on display for Kevin to see.

Kevin rolled on the condom then spread lube over the tip, fondling his cock as he watched the show of Grady jacking himself on the stairs, stoking Kevin’s fire hotter. “Stroke yourself harder.”

Grady complied, sitting up a bit as he jacked himself back to life. Kevin tossed the lube onto the stairs next to Grady.

“Finger yourself. I want you to beg for me.”

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Friday, August 16, 2013

Introducing my writing partner, LE Franks

I hope you enjoy the blog by LE. She's a great partner. Now we're working on book 2, or kind of working on it--at least in the early stages of working on it.

Wolves and Waves: Prodigal Wolf by LE Franks & Sara York

“How I met my partner” or “Stalking for Fun and Profit”

My faux-name is LE Franks, and I am (as of some time early Thursday morning) a published Author.  As it’s only been a little over a day, it still remains to be seen how successful or long-lived my writing career will be.  (Point in favor of longevity: Sara hasn’t killed me yet…but it’s early days.)

Which brings me to the ‘how’ of the title. How did lovely Sara York find herself tangled up with the likes of me? If you’re tired and need a quick exit from consciousness, you might find one in the form of my bio. (All author bios are tedious. It’s like that annoying essay you write for your SATs – no one wants to read them—much less write them, they represent nothing, and are required by everyone).

In my bio I imply that I sprung, fully formed as a writer after years away from the craft.  The truth of the matter is that when you’re 17 you have no sense of value when it comes to your gifts, you toss them out the car window while going ninety-miles an hour down the road, like so much wadded up burger wrappings.

In my case, I had an overly sensitive best friend who dreamed one day of becoming a writer.  And I was better (much). Which fried her shorts and sent my talent, hurtling back into space “from whence it came”.  (Who doesn’t want love more?)

Fast forward mumble mumble mumble years, and I now have a child on the heels of turning 13– and it suddenly flung me backwards in time, desperate to recover what I’d callowly tossed. Nice trick if it worked…. And yet? It really kinda did.

Those gifts we’re blessed with that we pee on, kick in the teeth, deny? They are like abused dogs, just waiting to lick the hand of their tormentors. The second I remembered I had talent, it was scratching at the door – begging to be let in. And once you issue that invitation, magic can happen if you just keep your eyes open.

And I did. And it did. And I met Sara York seven months later, in an Albuquerque casino. She was sitting on a hotel sofa waving around one of her books, offering it to the brave and novel-free, and I realized that I knew her. I’d read her books. She was on my kindle at that very minute. And I asked for it.

This time around, my talent wasn’t quite as stupid as it once was. It’s still learning to trust me, a little more cautious and less exuberant. And at some point during that week, my much neglected muse must have seen signs of life, or at least a life preserver – in the form of Ms. York. I still think voodoo or hypnosis was involved as well, as Sara has very kindly, very generously—and from that point on, not blocked me from Facebook, filed restraining orders, changed her phone number, and in fact, she has trusted me with her words, ideas, and characters. This is her livelihood. This is her world, and we’ve had so much fun writing in it together.  I can only imagine what she gets out of this partnership, but whatever it is, I’m certainly grateful for it.

PS. We wrote a whole book together. And it’s full of hot angsty men who occasionally shift into wolves, have sex with each other, and are surrounded by family and friends who love and annoy the piss out of them. Even the cranky ones we fell in love with. So. Damn. Much. Fun, Ms. York.  Thank you for being my writing partner and mentor.  (Hah! You have to edit this yourself. Bliss.) -LE

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Friday, August 9, 2013

Facebook and Your Information

Everyone knows their information is unsecure on Facebook but do you know how unsecure? First off, they want your phone number. Never, never enter your personal phone number into Facebook. If you're a business, sure, enter away, but if you enter your private number you're looking for trouble.

What type of trouble? The entire data stream is open and accessible to everyone who works at Facebook. Ex boyfriend is a friend of someone who works at Facebook, guess what, they now have access to your account and your new phone number that you changed after breaking up because he was a bit to much of a stalker. Someone wants your address and you've entered it in Facebook--It's theirs. Your girlfriend/boyfriend/wife/husband wants to know if you're cheating--It's theirs to see. This includes messages sent as private messages. Oh yeah, those aren't private.

So you don't know anyone who knows anyone who works at Facebook and you think you're safe. If you're a public figure, how many reporters do you think ask for this information? Anything you put on Facebook is open for all of their employees to see because they openly share the information with other employees for favors. So that is 5299 potential leaks of your private information. Facebook will say that they have structures in place to make sure this doesn't happen. It doesn't matter what they say, your information isn't secure.

It's no secret that Facebook has access to your private messages and other data, but it is a secret that they share that data openly with friends. So watch what you put on Facebook.