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Today’s Wind Down i’m turning over to sister muse BLMorticia

Hmmm… this doesn’t seem like a song she’d use for inspiration 

Let’s see what she says

Thx Sis

Yeah she’s right, this song wouldn’t be a typical tune I’d use but I thought of a scene from my upcoming WIP, tentatively titled On The Run

I use Matt Bomer and Idris Elba as the faces for my m/m interracial romance with laughs, attempted murder, and deceit.


Matt’s character, Aiden Moriarty is a hoot. A Floridian with information to bring down one of MLB’s biggest stars

but will be get the chance to tell it if he’s hunted down?


His hunter is Idris, who he affectionately calls Brit.  Sparks fly between the two and they make quite a pair.

This song is the backdrop of a scene I’d thought of with the characters in a club down in south beach.

Aiden’s dancing on Brit and… well… you mught get a little picture.

Can’t tell you everything now can I?

I’ll be working on this story after Rawiya finished her Jayden fic!

Look for it hopefully this year or early next year.

I’ll be subbing it to a publisher.

This sounds great BL. I can’t wait to read it.


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Happy Monday

Once again, my muse for Save Me, is up on the blog.

He is REALLY gorgeous.

Model Bryan Marczewski, I need more pics of him

BL also used him as the fanboy in the latest Wretched installment!




Rockin the Boss heads up the small list of books we read this week

Check out the review of the above book at Triad Lit




I can… oh WE can relate. Carrying 3 names is hard for Shar! This author nails it down!

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There’s a lot of “theys” out there, and “they” have a lot to say about writing erotic fiction. Only write what you know, don’t try to write from the POV of the opposite gender, stick to things you’ve experienced… but should we listen? The truth of erotica, and especially of romance, is that the parts are only a small fraction of what I, as a writer, need to convey. Erotic romance isn’t just about how two bodies slot together biologically. It’s about the meeting of two hearts, and that is something that transcends gender.

That said, there’s something a little confusing about picking up a book by an author and having literally no idea what you’re going to get. I’ve written it all, from straight sex to lesbian love to gay guys getting it on. (I’m also a master of alliteration!) So how do you know, when you see my…

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BryanMarczewski  Good morning

 So I’m way late with the sips so I’m posting it today for you as I’d promised last Wednesday. Sorry! Shar had to work the DJ and kind of forgot but here is a little snippet of my next story, Save Me, the followup to Michael’s Guardian Angel story.

Unedited excerpt

“Yeah, yeah… I get it, believe me, I do.” Calvin Williams lay on his bed, with the door closed, and his cell nestled between his head and shoulder. It was a wonder he hadn’t gotten a cramp from being in this position for the last two or three hours but to talk with Daniel, it was just a small sacrifice in comfort.

Daniel had become his best friend, someone he could call anytime day or night, regardless of what was going on. Calvin found so much relief in speaking with Daniel he refused to talk with anyone else if he wasn’t available.

“And, hey, if that doesn’t work, there’s always leaving and finding your own place. The bottom line is, you gotta be comfortable with yourself, learn to love yourself.”

I am but I wanna fall in love. And with you would be nice.

Calvin smirked to himself and shifted on the bed to relive some of the pressure on his lower back. No question, he’d need to take a walk or stretch when got off the phone with his best friend but right now, he didn’t want to let him go. In fact, that’s the way it had been for the last couple of months.

From the first day, October 6th at around six a.m. when he called the Project Hope line to find someone to talk to, he was reluctant to hang up. Not only because he’d found a listening ear and a calm voice but also the man on the other end was so soothing and seemed generally interested in assisting him. Daniel had become his savior and ally when everything else seemed bleak. Good thing too because Calvin was so close to going off the edge.

Other than his sister Brenda, who’d also stood by him while he’d gotten more encouragement to come out, Daniel unknowingly wedged his way into Calvin’s heart. Many times Calvin thought about taking him up on the offer and dropping by to see him at the north side center just to get a glimpse but he was too afraid to do so. He feared finding out if Daniel had a boyfriend or wasn’t interested in dating someone he’d counseled. Calvin would be devastated and decided to keep his feelings to himself. For now, as long as Daniel continued to pick up the phone, that would have to suffice.

“Cal?” A confused voice sounded through the headset breaking his lust filled haze.

Calvin blinked twice and shook his head. “Sorry, Daniel. I drifted off a moment. Hey, can you tell me again about the time you came out to your parents? I think I’m ready but I need to hear it one more time to feel comfortable. I know you’ve told me on like three or four different occasions but, I love hearing how you overcame the odds.” In reality, Calvin just loved hearing Daniel talk and any excuse to hear his voice was good enough for him. He’d never had a feeling about anyone like this before and for damn sure, it would be a lot harder if he’d seen Daniel in person.

Silence. Have I said something wrong? He drummed his fingers on the mattress, waiting on the answer.

Daniel sighed aloud and cleared his throat. “Yeah sure, Cal. Whatever will make you feel better, I’m willing to do. And remember, my door is always open down here whenever you want to come and talk.”

Is the door to your heart open too? In that case I’ll be right there.

“Uh… yeah, yeah. I know, Daniel. I’m just not ready to take that step yet. As soon as I am, you’ll be the first to know.” Calvin sat up straight because he’d developed a crook in his neck from lying awkwardly. He rubbed his shoulder and tried to stretch without accidentally pressing any buttons on the phone.

“Okay. Well, let’s see. It was a dark, stormy night…”

“Daniel,” Calvin squealed, then covered his mouth, hoping no one heard him yell.

“Heh, sorry. Had to throw some humor in there. Actually, it was storming that evening though. My parents just returned from their little vacation to Puerto Vallarta. I’d told them I needed to speak to them about something really important, and asked that we meet in the living room. They both agreed and I sat in the chair, across from them. Gosh, I was so nervous, Cal. The air was so thick in that room, I could hardly breathe. I’d been talking with my own counselor about it and like you I wasn’t quite ready to go to any meetings. Anyway, I just took a deep breath and said it. Mom, dad, I’m gay. I know you may not like it but, this is the way I am and I hope you can accept that.”

Calvin nodded, wishing he had the courage Daniel had to speak up for himself. He was getting there but he wasn’t sure if he was really ready to take the plunge.

“When I finished my sentence, there was nothing but dead air. My folks looked at one another then back at me. My dad spoke first and I just knew that by the calm look on his face, they might understand and accept me for being gay. Instead, he shook his head and said, ‘son, you’re not gay. You can’t be. You just can’t. We didn’t raise you as some pervert.’ After he’d said that, I tuned them both out and knew what I had to do next. I heard some words about counseling, meeting with the family priest. They just weren’t willing to accept who I was. They assured me it was some kind of phase I was going through and I needed to get over it quickly. By the time they finished ranting, I’d already made up my mind it was time for me to go. They hadn’t said get out at first, but in so many words they said they couldn’t accept me being gay.”

Calvin clutched the covers underneath his fingers and sighed inwardly. He knew that would be the same situation he’d go through and wasn’t looking forward to hearing his folks say something about conversations with Pastor Leahy. After all, this was an overly religious family and there was already an obvious disconnect between him and them. “And then…”

“Then when they said I just needed to talk with someone about my, quote on quote, problem, I got up, went to my room and started packing. Now, mind you, I was older than you and well, I was also staying on campus. That was around the holidays when we were about to change dorms too so that meant shacking up with a friend until I could find my own place to stay. I remember mom telling me to get out and not come back until I got my head on straight.” Daniel laughed heartily. “Can you imagine? Get my head on straight? Yeah well, I knew my head was fine but on the inside my heart was broken. I was hurt that my folks couldn’t accept me for who I was but I decided not to let it defeat me. I grabbed everything I could and left. Hey, Cal, listen. All I’m saying is do it for yourself. Unfortunately, a lot of young people have to go through the same thing and because they’re minors, they’re forced out on the streets with nowhere to turn. There aren’t many youth centers like this one in the states. They’re run almost completely on grants and donations and when the money runs out, it’s hard for the doors to stay open and help every young person left alone. If they do tell you to leave I’ve already told you to come to the center and I’ll help you find someplace to stay.”

“Really?” Calvin perked up when he heard that. He couldn’t remember Daniel saying those words but then again, he could’ve been entranced by hearing the deep, sexy voice on the other end.

“Yeah, Cal. I’m always here to help; told you that on the first day we talked.”

“Yeah you did, but I just didn’t know how far you’d go to help me. Don’t you have other young people you counsel?”

“Sure I do, Cal and I’ve told them all the same thing. Here at Project Hope, we field a lot of calls but most of the time, they’re from the same people. Just like you, others have asked to only speak to me. The other counselors have the same situation.”

Upon hearing that Calvin couldn’t help the pang of jealousy in his heart. So I’m not special? Calvin would’ve liked to think that Daniel was only talking to him but he knew this wasn’t reality. Just another reason he should keep his feelings for Daniel to himself.

Good morning

Today’s Wind down is a song I absolutely adore.

I actually wrote a fanfic with this song as inspiration. It was a hetero but, my story, the follow-up to Michael’s Guardian Angel is an m/m.

Right now, its called first boyfriend but I’m not so sure about the title.

Michael’s story is about a young man battling thoughts of suicide while he fights with himself over coming out to his parents.

His story is supposed to be a source of encouragement for those with the same issue.

My story though is a romance, an IR about Calvin and his counselor from Project Hope falling in love

As for the song, I  believe this is how Calvin feels about Daniel even though he’s never laid eyes on him. He stays on the phone longer, can’t seem to get Daniel off his mind. He’s so sure the man is only being nice for his benefit but little does he know Daniel has feelings for him to.

I’m looking to finish the story by the end of this week and I’ll share a little on Saturday!


I love this post by Jaime. I feel the same way when I write, Sometimes at a lost of words trying to show and end up telling

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 photo wizard-of-oz.pngI’m talking about all those bugaboos that throw us as readers out of the books we read, and that we authors should maybe think about while we’re writing. (See how I did that crossing the line thing between writer and reader just there?) I dance all over that line every day, always have, my whole life, so I hope I can speak to what happens on the other side, no matter where I am at any given time. I already know the secret behind the curtain, and I’m here to share.

Words, words, words and more words. I mean, that’s what books are all about, and some people know how to put words one behind the other to make a thought, and some know how to do it so the thought makes sense, and some know how to do it so the sensible thought moves the reader to tears or…

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