Friday, September 18, 2015

Short Story: About Your Plant...

About Your Plant...

“I’m sorry to tell you this, but...”

At the hesitation coming across the phone, Grant leaned against a column by the gate for his flight. He tried to keep out of the way of the hustle and bustle, but listened to announcements. He would board soon after the business class and families were finished. While he listened to his boyfriend, Brayden, he tried to ignore the noise and craziness around him.

Brayden didn’t often hesitate over anything. It wasn’t part of his make-up. Grant swore his honey had some form of hyperactivity, which caused Brayden to be on the constant move, especially when he woke up way too early in the morning. No matter what, he wouldn’t trade Brayden in for anything else.

Still, this hesitation didn’t bode well for the rest of the incoming statement.

Grant shoved fingers through his hair and let out a long sigh. “What mischief, mayhem, or catastrophe did you cause now, baby?”

“Spideyturnedallbrownandcommittedplantsuicide,” Brayden said, running the words real quick together. He let out a long ‘whew’. “Got it all out. Thank Gawd! I was...”

“Whoa. Whoa. Back up a moment,” Grant said and rubbed the back of his neck. He thought he heard everything, but wasn't quite sure what Brayden said. He checked out the boarding procedures and knew there would be time to get through this conversation.

“To what point?”

As he pinched the bridge of his nose between forefingers, Grant heard the high-pitched, childish tone in his lover’s voice. He could easily imagine the look on the gorgeous, youthful face of his baby, those big pale blue eyes would be wide-open wide and surrounded with lush black lashes to match the artfully designed and gelled layers of thick hair, and the tip of his tongue poked out one corner. From experience, Brayden would either shift or dance from one foot to the other. His baby never could stay still, except after Grant aroused then satiated him in bed until he fell asleep exhausted beyond belief.

“What happened to Spidey?” he asked about the bushy spider plant growing in the kitchen. He nurtured it from a cutting of his mother’s plant. It was a type of long-distance connection to his parents.

Upon seeing it and learning the name of the plant, Brayden gave it the nickname of ‘Spidey.’ It stuck.

“Everything you wrote down in the note and told me, Grant. I watered, fed, gave Spidey sun, and I even sang to it! I even turned him around so all sides could get fresh sunlight from the window.”

A laugh turned into a cough as Grant tried to hide his amusement behind a stern front. Then he Grant listened to his lover’s explanation about how the plant when from green and thriving when he left for his week-long conference to yellow, brown and withered.

“I told you I don’t have a green thumb! I kill any growing thing I come near,” Brayden pleaded.

“What else did you do to the plant?”

“Everything on the list like you told me.”

“Did you open the windows?”

“Umm…” There was more hesitation. “Yeah, there was a nice chill in the air so I opened the windows.”

“Including the one in the kitchen by Spidey?”


“Did you move Spidey away from the window when you opened it?”


That was the kicker. Spider plants don’t always like a chilly breeze. Still, Grant didn’t dare tell his baby he did something wrong.

“Why do you ask?”

“No reason, baby, was just checking on any other possibilities other than you swearing you have a death thumb with plants.”

“Are you sure?”

“I'm sure. Did you deliberately wait to tell me this just before I’m about to board a plane so I couldn’t yell at you for killing my plant?”


“Oh, baby,” Grant said and chuckled. “It’s a plant. That’s all. I can get another.”

“But... It was a baby of your mama’s plant! It meant something to you. And I killed it!” Brayden said, almost finished with a desperate cry-whine of agony.

Grant chuckled at the over-the-top dramatics. He wondered if Brayden even threw himself down onto the nearest piece of furniture. He wouldn’t put it pass his baby.

“I let you down. I let Spidey down. This is why we can’t get a pet. Imagine what I would do to a poor defenseless little animal?”

“You would love, hug, and dance with it, baby. You would let our pet climb all over you...”

“Umm. Eww! Hair and slobber on MY clothes? Umm, no, someone needs to keep up our appearances and reps as a fab-uuuuu-lous dresser in this duo.”

Grant hooted with laughter.

“Am I forgiven?”

“I don’t know. Let me think about this,” Grant said, holding the teasing tone out of his voice knowing it would drive Brayden up a wall.

“Grant! Don’t do this to me. What if I bribe you with the most fantastic, longest and best ever blowjob in the entire city of Orlando?”

“I don’t know. I already get that from my boyfriend every night.”

Brayden let out his sweet laughter over the phone and it went right down Grant’s spine to his cock. “Yes, you do, and it better only be from ME! I’m possessive about my man.” He let out a soft sigh. “It’s been a long week. I’m so lonely. I can’t sleep alone in our bed.”

“I’ll say, too damn long. I couldn’t sleep in the hotel without you,” Grant agreed, shoving a hand through his hair.

“You’ll be home soon. A short flight home and you’ll be in my arms.”

“Are you going to remember to be at the airport? Have all the flight information? I texted you the confirmation this morning,” Grant said, loving Brayden’s exuberance and issue with forgetting daily tasks – like watering a plant – when he’s deep in a wedding planning project.

“Yes, I have everything and will be waiting with anxious breath to see you walk down the long hallway. I do know how to run a business and get to places.”

“With a few extra reminders on occasion,” Grant teased.

Brayden huffed. “What about the plant’s suicide?”

“It’s okay, baby, but I need you to do something with Spidey before you toss it out.”


“Am I too late? Did you toss it?”

There was no answer from Brayden, but Grant knew. He shoved another hand through his brown curls and scratched his chin.

“No big deal. Mom can send me a fresh clipping or I’ll pick one out at the garden shop.”

“Sorry?” Brayden said in a pipsqueak pleading tone known to soothe Grant’s ruffled temper.

Grant turned to look at the gate when he heard the flight attendants call for his section to board. “Babe, I gotta go. They’re boarding my area. We’ll discuss plant care again, when I get home.”

“Would it help if I mentioned I got two extra-large tubes of new flavored lubes and a really thick delicious toy?”

Grant groaned.

Chuckling with pure madness, Brayden sent him kisses and hung up.

“Devilish brat did it deliberately,” Grant said as he shut down the phone for the flight and shoved it in his pocket. He used his backpack as cover to rearrange his swollen waiting cock. “I’ll definitely make him pay for that one.” Still uncomfortable in his khakis, he swung the backpack over a shoulder, grabbed the handle of his suitcase, and joined others in the line to board the full flight home.


Two and half hours later, Grant exited the breezeway with the other departing passengers and looked around the opened area of the concourse at Orlando International. There was no familiar black head and bouncing slender body decked out the latest fashionable outfit anywhere.

Even with the reminders, Grant couldn’t believe Brayden would forget to meet him. Stranded unless he wanted to take a taxi, he found himself steamed at Brayden’s playful forgetfulness. This went too far. Yanking his phone from the pocket, he pressed the button to call his lover.

“I’m here! I’m here! Running late, where are you?” Brayden answered in a breathless tone.

“I’m waiting for you. I can’t believe you forgot—”

“I didn’t. I didn’t. Had to finish a special errand...”

Grant moved the phone when Brayden squealed over the phone and heard it echoing in the airport. He saw Brayden running from the escalator and down the middle to where he waited by the large flight boards. He braced himself when Brayden slammed into him, skinny arms draped in cashmere wrapped around his neck, as his lover hopped and wrapped his legs around Grant’s hips.

“Holy crap!” he murmured before Brayden’s lips crushed against his stunned mouth in a desperate, passion filled kiss. He enclosed the skinny frame in his arms and kissed his lover in return. After a week, the smell, taste and sight of his lover excited him.

“Ahh, I missed you. Missed you,” Brayden said, pressed more kisses around Grant’s face before he dropped back on his feet. “Can’t stand a week apart. It’s horrible.”

Capturing Brayden’s runaway mouth in another kiss, Grant knew it was the only way to shut him up at times like this. He heard Brayden’s moan as he leaned harder against him. He felt the smooth manicure on Brayden’s fingers slide against his cheeks and scalp as his lover moved to cling to his curls.

Giggling, Brayden hugged him and stared at him. “About your plant…”

Grant lifted an eyebrow as he leaned back. “What about it?”

“It had babies! I called your mama and she told me how to rescue the babies, even with my fickle fingers and living things. We have Spidey back! Well, Spidey Junior,” Brayden said with a wicked, mercurial grin.

With gales of laughter, realizing this was the reason behind why Brayden was late, Grant hugged his precocious lover closer and nuzzled his neck. “About those new lubes, toy, and mention of the longest blow job...” he murmured into Brayden’s ear while they left the airport. His laughter continued as Grant began to draw out his personal promise to make Brayden flush, squirm, and wiggle with sensual pleasure for the death and rebirth of Spidey.

Thursday, September 17, 2015

Bestseller at ARe - Walk Me Through the Haze

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Walk Me Through the Haze is an All Romance ebooks Bestseller!

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Free Story: Turkey Jerky

Here's a funny free blog story for Thanksgiving Day craziness. This is one couples' adventure during the holiday season...

A butter-slathered turkey sliding across the floor... Craziness... Food... Family... Holidays... What could possibly go wrong?

This was a free blog story during November 2014 that I pulled together to make available for download at All Romance ebooks. Hope you enjoy!

Turkey Jerky

A funny story about Thanksgiving.

After a disastrous attempt three years ago, Maxwell does everything possible to create a special family Thanksgiving seen in all the magazines. He orders his partner, Landon, all over town while cooking a storm, but nothing goes right.

Acknowledgments: For everyone with a love of M/M stories and who have been in Max's position during a family holiday.

Wednesday, September 16, 2015

Free Story: The Captain of the Manor

A free blog story I'm making available for download at All Romance ebooks...

Pirates... Ghosts... Haunting... 

The Captain of the Manor

A ghostly story of a trapped pirate captain in his home turning into a B&B. The realistic research nerd of a ghost hunter show appears on the doorstep after hearing the ghost stories with a ghost hunter show. Though he doesn't believe in ghosts or ghost hunters, it's a job in this crummy economy. Of course he never expected to find a ghost, let alone a yummy pirate who fulfills every Captain Jack Sparrow fantasy running through his head.

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Tuesday, September 15, 2015

Excerpt: Walk Me Through the Haze

Here's an excerpt from Walk Me Through the Haze
**1st Chapter Excerpt available at All Romance Ebooks

This is the first meeting between the heroes - Doctor Evan Sampson and Joshua Holmwood. I hope you enjoy...

Not following immediately, Evan returned to the Jeep and gathered the backpack. He carried the tablet and cell phone in his free hand. He clicked the locks with a beep.
A warm rumble of a chuckle rose behind him. “You’re not from around here.”
Looking away from his Jeep, Evan noticed Josh hung back. His lower body clenched against the rising heat. What was it about this lanky cowboy? “Pardon?”
“No one locks up around here. We’re so far out, it’s hard for most folks to find us. Almost everything here remains open,” Josh said. “Where are you from?”
“Texas. You?”
“Born and bred in Montana. When we’re not in foaling season around here, I live with my family closer to town.”
“Do you work here with the others?”
“Yeah, my dad owns a store in town, but I’m not an indoors type of fella for work. I need to be under the sun and closer to nature.” Stepping forward, Josh held out his hand. “I’m Joshua Holmwood, cowboy and fiddle player for our band.”
Shaking hands, Evan said, “Evan Sampson, just a regular doctor.” Releasing the shake, he tugged on the breast of the coat where his name was stitched.
Josh chuckled and stepped closer, almost brushing against Evan’s coat. “You're a small fella for a doc.”
“Size doesn’t matter when it comes to medicine,” Evan said, glancing up at the taller man. “It seems you’re stretched out a bit.”
Josh laughed.
Evan flushed at the outrageous thing. Where the hell did my filter go? “What’s the name of the band?”
“Midnight Twang. We’re starting to get a name for ourselves, a couple of hits on iTunes according to our sound and network fella, Thomas.”
Several loud whinnies and pounding of multiple hooves came at them from one side of the ranch.
“Missed that. Listen to that sound,” Josh said, a full smile filling his face.
Evan lifted a hand over his eyes. “What is that?”
Stepping toward the edge of the house, Josh leaned to the side. “You need to take a look at this, Doc. It’s a wonderful sight not many get to see.”
Curious about the sound and Josh’s reaction, Evan followed him.
They were in time to see a band of horses running through the large corral, a golden stallion in the lead. Several foals followed their mothers with others around them.
“Oh wow,” Evan said in a reverent whisper at the sight. “Do they belong to the stables?”
“Not quite yet, Doc, those are wild mustangs culled from one of the larger herds. Every couple of years, the government sends wranglers to cull some of the younger horses from the various bands. They offer them up for auction.”
“Do the Wallstatts purchase them?”
“Every time they see some positive lines, yes.”
“Are they trainable?”
“Given time, some of them can be especially the younger ones. Triple W specializes in combining mustang and quarter horse lines. They breed the best of both into the foals.” Josh smiled as he watched the band turn, following the stallion. Leaning closer to assist Evan in learning about the mustangs, he pointed toward the corral with his good hand. “See the golden fella in front?”
Almost unable to concentrate upon feeling the heat rising from Josh’s body and the simple scents of sweat and man, Evan blinked and focused on the horses. “Yes. Is he a stallion?”
“Yup. He’s the new leader of the band. The mares follow him and are his harem. In the back will be the lesser stallions.”
“The foals?”
“They're from a different leader of the herd, possibly more than one. It depends on how this group was culled from the majority. Soon as the mares come into heat, the golden will mate with them unless the Wallstatts have other plans for him.”
“Continuance of the line and species.”
“Yeah. Aren’t they magnificent? The last of the wild ones are from the original lines of those from the Iberian horses brought to Florida and Mexico by the Spanish. Some were sold, escaped, or captured by Native Americans who adopted them as their transportation. The other wild horses run along the beaches of North Carolina’s Outer Banks. One day, I’d like to travel and see them in their natural habitat,” Josh said, his voice lost in his respect and adoration of the creatures. He glanced down at Evan, lowering to his lips, and back to meet Evan’s gaze.
“Do you work with them?”
“I do. It’s a risk and a thrill." Josh turned to Evan and smiled. “If you swing back this way, we’ll show you how things work around here.”
“Who’s we?”
“Perhaps me,” Josh said and winked. “You didn't seem shocked or disgusted by the sight of Sage and Kaden holding hands.”
“Why would I be?”
“You’re not offended.”
“It wouldn’t help being offended when I’m also gay. I didn’t know many gays were out and proud up here.”
“We’re getting stronger and more confident of ourselves.”
“You?” Evan asked, confirming his suspicions.
“Yup.” Josh drawled out the popped ‘P’ at the end. “Hope you don’t mind, but I’m dying for a taste.”
“Taste—“ Evan stopped when Josh lowered his head and captured Evan’s lips in a soft kiss, testing the heat between them, and learning about one another. Evan found himself swept up in the kiss. Damn, he can kiss. A soft whimper of pleasure escaped as Josh licked along Evan’s lower lip. He tilted forward, almost going off balance as Josh released their kiss. Blinking, he stared up at him. “What—“
Lifting his hand, Josh rubbed his thumb against Evan's lower lip. “Hmm. Taste delicious, Doc.”
“Umm. I'm…”

Chuckling at Evan's stumbling attempt to recover, Josh gave him another wink, showing his attention and interest. “I could do that even more with you.”

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Getting the hell out of Texas and an abusive relationship, Doctor Evan Sampson drove away without looking back, taking a chance with his uncle's clinic in small-town Montana. He can only hope things go better for him – professional and personal.

Ending a successful tour run with the band, Joshua Holmwood tries to conceal the pain in his wrist from his 'brothers'. It doesn't work and he accepts how he needs a doctor.

Upon reaching the ranch, coming home isn't all fun and games for the guys. While Sage receives bad news from the new doctor, Josh learns there is more to his injured wrist. At the same time, he doesn't conceal his interest from the doctor, who returns the same. When his injury turns tenfold, Doc Evan is again by his side. Josh hopes they can go from a patient-to-doctor relationship to a lover-to-lover one.

Warning: Abuse, medical stuff, a steamy doctor, and a cowboy who doesn't give up - even while being a cranky toddler.

Saturday, September 12, 2015

Southern Charm Short - A Gift for a Chance

Southern Charm Short Story
A short story featuring Malcolm Bissette and Sully Tarleton
This story takes place after the timing in Following the Law (also known as October-ish)

While Reece worked hard with his crew to finish the majority of work on the Charm's massive landscaping renovation, Malcolm Bissette went in a different direction to follow Reece's request for another chance. Since his stay at Reece's house after the unfortunate drunken mishap, things were better between them. Reece opened both his home and heart and their relationship became stronger because of it, but some things remained. They continued to spend more time at Mal's small condo than Reece's place as if Reece wasn't sure how to move forward.

Mal decided it was time to take a chance. With Reece exhausted from the long hours working outside, Mal managed to coax him into staying full-time at his condo for the last few weeks without going back to his place. Though Reece was concerned about his plants and hybrids, Mal reassured him they wouldn't wither. Lucky for him, most nights Reece didn't have the energy to put up much of an argument, let alone get out of bed. He wanted to finish the project on time for the Charm's grand re-opening. He made sure he was never late finishing a job, especially one for his best friend.

Able to take advantage of the situation, Mal spoke with Sully Tarleton and a young builder, Bryce, about what he had in mind. Together, they designed a greenhouse to build behind Reece's home to give him a special permanent place for his plants, hybrids and other paraphernalia. Amazing, Sully mentioned how long he wanted to get those plants out of Reece's home, but the man had been stubborn and resistant to any changes. Now Mal could take the initiative and Sully went along with him.

While Reece remained occupied at the Charm, Mal, Bryce and a small crew laid out the grid and pad for the greenhouse and raised it off the ground. Mal learned more about construction than he wanted. He worked harder than he had ever thought to help Bryce and the others. If this gift worked the way he wanted, it would help change everything for them.

As the building continued, Mal researched what the plants would need. He learned which ones would require certain sunlight and growing requirements, the list of supplies and how to organize everything. They even made sure there was a system to mist and water everything along with a cleaning station with a sink and counter. At times, he went to town to speak with the local florist, Jude, on some details and purchased new pottery from the artist, Wyatt.

When Bryce finished the interior, Mal had everything they needed and organized. With help, he transferred all of the plants, except for a few houseplants, into their places. He placed all of the supplies, tools, potter and other items on the various shelves and the main storage area.

Once the house's interior was clean, Mal spent the next day cleaning everything from top to bottom. Without the tables of plants, the house did feel empty. He wanted to move his things into Reece's home, but waited for permission. He already moved the plants without it and he wasn't sure what Reece's reaction would be to all the changes.

After he cleaned everything, he showered, changed and ran to the grocery store for dinner ingredients and things to dress up the evening's meal from candles to cloths. He wanted to finish the surprise with a homemade meal. It would either top off the magnificent night or pacify Reece's anger. When he could let the tenderloin finish in the low oven, he raced back to the Charm as the crews finished their work.

Mal leaned against Reece's Jeep to wait. He grinned at the sight of his sweaty, dirt-streaked man walking around the corner talking with his second-in-charge. Reece's T-shirt clung to his chest, damp with sweat, and clumps of dirt and weeds caked on his jeans and boots. Even this disgusting, Reece remained gorgeous and scrumptious.

"Hey there, handsome," Mal called out.

Some of the crew whistled to get Reece's attention away. Reece looked over and smiled at Mal. He finished his conversation and jogged over to Mal with a faster purpose. He stopped in front of Mal. "Hey, you, I missed you. Where have you been all day?" Reece asked and pressed his lips against Mal's mouth in a light kiss. "Sorry. I'm still a sweaty mess and you're all squeaky clean."

"You know I don't mind at all. I was working on a surprise and it's finally finished."

"A surprise?"

"Hmm. A gift for you," Mal said and tapped a finger on the end of Reece's nose. He reached into his back pocket and tugged out a handkerchief. "Tie this around your eyes and no peeking. I'm going to drive."

"I would hope so, but…"

"No, I'm not giving any details. Do you want your gift?"

After a pause, Reece climbed in the passenger seat and tied the bandanna in place. He held the keys out in his palm. With a triumphant giggle, Mal got in the driver's side, snatched the keys and drove them back to Reece's home. He helped Reece climb down and led him around the outside until he faced his surprise.

"This is my gift to you with love and the hope we can move forward into a closer relationship," Mal said as he removed the bandana. He worried his lower lip between his teeth and watched Reece's reaction.

Reece blinked and stared. Quiet. Not moving or saying anything. All he did was study the greenhouse with the bright red ribbon bow attached to the door.

Mal continued to worry his lip. He reached out and opened the door to invite Reece to step inside. His reserved landscaper did follow his invitation and looked around for another long observation.

"My plants… My hybrids…"

"They're all there in the order you had them in the house. All are safe and sound. No mishaps. I did some research and spoke with Jude about the placement, but you can change them since you know far more than I ever could," Mal explained and led Reece to the different areas to point out everything. "Whatcha think?"

"Why did you do this?"

"So you could have a special place for your plants and a spot in your home for something else," Mal said.

Reece turned to stare at him as he asked, "What something else?"

"Me. A future together." Mal worried the inside of his cheek for a moment. "Did I fuck up everything? Oh, shit, I did, didn't I? Oh crap, damn, I'm so—"

A long deep kiss swallowed the rest of his apology and knocked him out of his socks. He didn't give a shit Reece stank to high heaven. His man was kissing him out of his mind and breath and he didn't want it any other way.

"You crazy, conniving, devious, wonderful man," Reece murmured in between kisses. "What am I going to do with you?"

"Not kill me for changing your home without asking?" Mal asked in a bright, hopeful tone. "Oh, and not hide any of my hair color kits from me."

Reece laughed and kissed him again. "I love your gift and thought behind it. Thank you for such a wonderful idea."

"Sully said he mentioned doing something like this a long time ago for you, but—"

"I never had a reason or motivation to follow through. You took it out of my hands and thank you," Reece said with another kiss. "Show me the house. I'll check out this place in more detail this weekend after we finish the Charm project."

"Will you be finished finish?"

"Just a few details would be left, but the majority is done."

"That's awesome."

"I'm proud of what we accomplished," Reece said with a grin.

"So…" Mal waved a hand at the greenhouse. "You don't hate all of this?"

"Hell no, I love it."

"Oh, good, just wanted to double check."

"Silly man. Show me the inside of the house."

Mal took Reece's hand and led him out of the greenhouse, through the unlatched lanai door and then the sliding door. They stood at one end of the massive great room.

Reece lifted his head and sniffed several times. "Something smells good."


"You did all that work in the greenhouse, cleaned everything in here, and you cooked dinner? How?"

"The majority of the greenhouse was finished yesterday. I cleaned today. As for dinner." Mal waved a hand to dismiss it. "Cooking is easy. I'm a chef and I love your kitchen."

"Only love me for my kitchen. All I get," Reece teased.

Mal smacked him on his shoulder.

With a laugh, Reece walked around the emptied great room. It included the dining area, living room with the couch, flat screen, and console, and the front hall space. He turned around and shook his head. "Rather empty in here."

"I thought the same," Mal said as he went to check on dinner. He opened the oven and basted the pork tenderloin and vegetables a few times.

"Where's your stuff?"

Mal looked up from the oven. "What?"

Reece gestured around him. "Why didn't you move in your things to complete the change?"

"Umm. Wanted permission?"

Reece laughed as he entered the kitchen. Mal closed the oven door in time for Reece to yank him back in a tight embrace. He shivered at the caress of Reece's warm breath against his ear.

"Consider this giving you my full permission. I want you in my life, Malcolm, every part of it. I would love if we could share something like what Dakota and Samuel or Sully and Chandler have. In a strange way, I envy them."

"They worked for what they have. We all know no relationship is ever perfect. It takes time and work."

"But they didn't screw up shit as bad as I did with you," Reece murmured, tucking his face against Mal's neck for a moment.

"Reece, don't," Mal said as he turned in Reece's embrace and cupped Reece's face between his hands. "I love you. A stupid silly crush for years turned into this. It's here, now, and so much stronger and different, but it's better. This love is between us. You have my heart."

"You're not getting it back," Reece warned with a lopsided smile.

"As long as I have yours—"

"You do," Reece interrupted.

"Then I don't want mine."

"Will you move in with me? We can sublet your place for a bit. You can help turn this place into a home with me. How about it?"

"I would love it," Mal said with a smile.

Reece grinned and kissed him. Their embrace lasted for a long moment until the need for breath parted them.

"Now, stinky man of mine, you need to go shower and change. I'll finish dinner," Mal said and turned Reece so he could walk across the great room to the master bedroom. "Hop to it, mister. Don't let dirt and crap fall all over those clean floors."

Reece laughed and crossed halfway. He stopped and looked over his shoulder with a raised eyebrow and sensual expression. "Can dinner hold up for a bit longer?"

Since he knew exactly what Reece was asking, Mal laughed and hurried after him. Either way, he would spend the rest of tonight and hopefully, forever, in this man's arms. It was just what he wanted.

Friday, September 11, 2015

Walk Me Trilogy - Walk Me Through the Haze

New story for the Walk Me Trilogy from MLR Press!

Cowboys! Fiddlers! Country-Rock Music! Doctors!

This one is specially written for my editor, Kris Jacen.

Series: Walk Me 
Order: Book 2
WC: 30,545
Heat: Hot
Genre: Contemporary, Cowboy, Doctor, Gay, Music

Purchase Links:
MLR Press:
Amazon: TBA
All Romance: TBA

Getting the hell out of Texas and an abusive relationship, Doctor Evan Sampson drove away without looking back, taking a chance with his uncle's clinic in small-town Montana. He can only hope things go better for him – professional and personal.
Ending a successful tour run with the band, Joshua Holmwood tries to conceal the pain in his wrist from his 'brothers'. It doesn't work and he accepts how he needs a doctor.
Upon reaching the ranch, coming home isn't all fun and games for the guys. While Sage receives bad news from the new doctor, Josh learns there is more to his injured wrist. At the same time, he doesn't conceal his interest from the doctor, who returns the same. When his injury turns tenfold, Doc Evan is again by his side. Josh hopes they can go from a patient-to-doctor relationship to a lover-to-lover one.

Warning: Abuse, medical stuff, a steamy doctor, and a cowboy who doesn't give up - even while being a cranky toddler.