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Rhett3 And now a sip from Rhett!

Blurb: Rhett had a huge crush on Darren McKissick back in elementary school and on Valentine’s Day, he gave him a special valentine. Despite their obvious attraction, Darren rejected it, making everyone in the class laugh at Rhett and cause a rift between the two friends.

Now as adults the two of them have found one another again through an internet dating site. Rhett only wants a one-nighter but Darren is looking for something long lasting.

Will this new meeting mean love for two men who haven’t seen one another in over a decade?






“Seriously?” Rhett browsed the responses to his online ad about a one-nighter for Valentine’s Day and saw nothing that remotely interested him. “Geez, perhaps I should just−”

“Give it up, Rhett!” Matt yelled from across the room and threw a piece of paper at him. “I don’t know why you continuously look through those online personals. You won’t find love that way.”

Rhett turned up his lips in disgust and groaned inwardly. He loved his best friend and roomie like a brother but hated he was such a know-it-all. “And how do you know? Just because you went the traditional route and met Mr. Wonderful at the gym, doesn’t mean anything. Besides, I’m not looking for the perfect lover, just the perfect lay,” he laughed. “A date and a good sex partner for Valentine’s Day.”

“I get it, and I still don’t understand why you waste your time doing it online. You might as well advertise it on the street corner wearing nothing but an overcoat. When a good looking man walks by, flash ‘em and show off your best assets.”

“Shaddup,” Rhett tossed a pencil at him. “The internet is helpful when finding just about everything else. Why not this? I mean…” he propped his feet on top of the desk and leaned back in his chair. “Why shouldn’t I give it a shot? I’ve met nice guys online before−”

“And you’re still single.” Matt retorted, turning to face him from his Lazy Boy recliner.

“Because I want to be,” Rhett added with a smile. “I don’t want anyone at work to know until I’m ready to settle down. For now, I’m happy with the random hookups. It’s easier to keep it hidden that way, since I work at the firm.”

“Yeah, yeah, like they care about your orientation. I told you, I don’t know what you’re so worried about. You’re the IT guy, not the head of anything. You can get away with being gay. No one asks you anything other than how to fix their computer and get rid of viruses.”

“But what if the conversation turns into, who’s the person you’re seeing? Then I’m forced to answer questions. At least now I only say, ‘no one special’, which leaves it totally open. It means I’m available.”

“And they assume you’re straight, which you’re not.”

“That’s okay too, because I never get into specifics with them. If I start acting all giddy and stuff, they’ll suspect something. I can’t have that, Matt. I just want a temporary date for the night, someone I can bring home, eat breakfast with, and kick out in the morning.”

“Makes for a lonely night, Rhett. Very lonely. Valentine’s Day should be for lovers, or at least people who are seeking that. You can do the hook ups any time of the month.”

“Yeah, but−well, heck, I need something to do that night, okay? You’ll be out with your man, and I’ll be stuck here alone. I just want company, that’s all.”

“I get it,” Matt sighed and shook his head as if he pitied Rhett’s situation. He got up and clicked his teeth, while he grabbed his empty glass. “If you ask me, I think you need a full-time lover in your life. Deep down you want that relationship and perhaps you’re too scared, or too lazy, to look. Wanting a one-nighter is a cop out.”

“No it’s not. Like I said, I’m just not ready for the emotional hang-ups that come with a relationship. Putting my heart out there to get stepped on isn’t something I want to experience.”

Matt stopped a moment before walking out the room. “Have you ever been in love? I mean, we’ve only known one another since high school. Then, you were such a nerd and cared little to nothing about boys or girls. You only wanted to sit at home, play video games, or work on your computer.”

Rhett sat up straight and looked away a moment while drawing up his lips. He bit the bottom one until it hurt.

Rhett wanted to answer Matt’s question, but he knew it would sound really stupid. The first boy I ever saw, I fell in love with. Darren was his first name. The young boy’s last name escaped him, but he recalled that taut body that looked good even in seventh grade. The boy was an athlete with exceptional skills in almost every sport; he was smart and fine. Caramel colored skin just like his favorite candy bar, Twix, light brown eyes, bushy black eyebrows, and a perfectly chiseled face that resembled a movie star. Mmph. Was it wrong to get horny just thinking about a preteen boy he knew almost eleven years ago?

“I’m waiting, Rhett!” Matt stood there, arms crossed and tapping his feet, patiently awaiting Rhett’s response.

Rhett hesitated. “No.” He just couldn’t endure the ridicule from his best friend. He could hear it now. You fell in love with a boy in elementary school? Rhett knew it sounded silly too, but his heart was crushed that day at the Valentine’s Day party.  Boldly, Rhett gave Darren a Valentine’s Day card and when Darren saw it, he chuckled and made fun of it. Rhett would never forget the look on his face and the way the other kids laughed, teasing him about asking Darren on a date. Just one of the reasons he didn’t want to come out of the closet. Since then, he’d never taken teasing very well. “I haven’t. Like I said, I’m afraid of getting hurt.”


Portrait of a stylish young fashion male model.


Usually on Wind Down I have some music that inspired me to write a book. Well, I can link to the post what I wrote when I did Latte the first time, but instead I wanted to blog about doing rewrites.

*collective sighs from all 3 muses and Shar*

Yes, rewrites, revisions, do-overs. Whatever you want to call them, they aren’t all that fun. I mean, I do love visiting old characters, kind of like being reunited with old friends you haven’t seen in years, but then comes the work.

Oh the AGONY!

When you read through old stories and hate that you didn’t give your characters a chance to really shine. When, even you, the grammar hack can catch certain errors that the previous editor didn’t catch. And then, you notice how much narration you did, meaning not showing, TELLING!


Yeah, betas would’ve been beneficial when Latte was out that first time. Well, now I have several and though I sent TTMTD (Donuts) off without one, I look forward to getting it back to tear it up again.

With Latte, I changed Brendan Walsh’s character. I gave him a little more balls, if you will, and I changed the story, even deleting scenes, just so I could make the book more interesting. And, the so called conflict will be different this time around, but the HEA will be there in the end.

I think about why I’m redoing Latte as well as Donuts and other stories that have been sitting on the hard drive. Why? Because I loved the characters, the story, and the premise of the book. If I didn’t care to re-release the book, I’d leave it alone. Latte and Brendan were a dynamic couple and I’m glad I’m giving them another story.

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Small excerpt (UNEDITED)

After staying at Cathy’s for about another half hour, Brendan reluctantly got on the elevator up to fifteen to go to work. He fully enjoyed being in the coffee shop, watching Latte work and admiring his body from afar. If only they could’ve talked more, but obviously the guy was really busy.

Sighing, Brendan stepped off the lift and walked straight through the double wooden doors to the long desk where his main secretary answered calls and greeted visitors. “Morning, Mr. Walsh. Your father −”

“Yes, I know, Delia. Anything else I missed?”

Delia shrugged and looked away in embarrassment. “Um, no. Just him, quite upset that you missed the conference call.”


Brendan strolled to the right, walking past the conference room where he heard the call still going on. He nodded and continued on to his office to enjoy the rest of his macchiato in silence. Brendan was quite grateful to have missed the meeting this morning because he already knew what it entailed; possibly another takeover which meant a lot more work for him.

When he arrived at his office, he turned the golden handle to the right and opened it wide. He stepped in and closed the door behind him, eyeing the space he liked to call his sanctuary. Brendan leaned against it and took a sip from the large cup in his hand. He dreaded the upcoming conversation with Alexander, so he decided to savor his latte a little longer than usual.

“You make a tasty macchiato. I wonder what else you’re good at doing?”

Brendan walked slowly to his desk and set the drink down. Immediately, he plopped in his executive chair and like a kid on the playground, he used his feet to spin the contraption around, making himself laugh.

No man he’d brought home left an impression on him like the barista downstairs. They hadn’t had the chance to discuss anything, but something about Latte drew Brendan in.

Despite this, Brendan hoped to get to know the man a lot sooner than later.

Now, it was up to Latte to take the hint and come up to Brendan’s floor as he had asked.

“Brendan?” Alexander’s terse tone broke the silence. He knocked once and walked in without asking. His steely blue eyes caught Brendan’s gaze.

“Yes, father?”

“Why weren’t you at the meeting? We had some very important business to discuss regarding the Buttersfield Merger.”

“I already have all those details, dad. I’ve been studying them since before we made the proposition to buy them out.”

“I’m sure, but you, as the President of this company, should be present to offer your expertise.”

“Why? So you can shoot down everything I say?” Brendan wouldn’t allow his dad to ruin his high right now.

“I don’t shoot down everything, only ideas I see aren’t a good fit for the company. The Butterfield’s wondered where you were and I had to lie and say you were on another urgent call. Why did you fail to show up on time?”

“I needed coffee. I stopped down at Cathy’s and we ran a little over in our conversation, that’s all. Did you know Bill passed away?”

“No.” Alexander shoved his hands in his pockets and shook his head. “I’m sorry to hear that, but, regardless, you should’ve been here as I asked. Make sure you’re not late for our dinner tonight.”

“Dad, I told you I’m not going. I have too much work to.”

Working on getting Latte into my bed.

Brendan smiled to himself. “I need to do those projections so I can have them in time for the next monthly directors meeting.”

“Why can’t your financial manager do it?”

“Because he’s on leave with his partner. They’re having a baby.”

“A baby? Fags aren’t supposed to have children! What on earth is this country coming to? Gays should not be allowed to have kids, period,” he snapped. “Just another reason why I need to get you married to a woman so you can bring me an heir.”

Brendan shook his head and clawed the arms of his chair. “For god sakes, I wonder how on earth mother put up with all your bigoted ideas after all these years. Gay men …” Brendan exhaled, stopping himself for getting into an argument with his father. “Ugh, nevermind. Like I said, don’t bother having Gilbert come by and pick me up. I’ll be too busy.”

“Brendan. This is not a choice, it is an order. I need to get you married before I head back to Los Angeles. You are almost thirty. A handsome man like you shouldn’t be alone. You can work on those figures right now and leave the night for our dinner. We must make a good impression on the Harrisford’s if we intend to make them part of the Walsh umbrella. What better way to do that then by getting our lovely children married in the process?”

Brendan dropped his head in defeat, knowing this was a fight he wouldn’t win. If he let this go on, he’d have a migraine that would leave him pretty much worthless the rest of the day. “Whatever. Just leave me be so I can get to work.”

“That’s my boy,” Alexander clapped and turned on his heel. “And wear your best tonight please. We’ll be going to that fancy French place in River North. Bring her some flowers.” His father closed the door behind him.

Thoroughly annoyed, Brendan finished his drink and tossed the cup in the nearby trashcan. He slid downward, sinking in his chair wishing he could make himself smaller to disappear into the seat, never to be heard from again.

Good morning! About to start writing my next story which is an m/m but here’s a little of my best selling m/f, I Like Em’ Pretty!

PrettyCover Blurb: Men come in all forms; big, small, manly and not so much. Rhoda Maire likes em’ on the pretty side and won’t settle for anything less. Dr. Nicholas Fairlight might be just what she needs. He’s looking for a woman to settle down with after years of putting his career first. Time for both of these lonely medical professionals to find true love!

Smashwords     ARe     Amazon

“Rhoda? Rhoda, are you listenin’ to me?” Nurse Rhoda Maire’s mother called to her repeatedly through the handset.

“Hmm? Oh sorry, Ma, I was—”

“Just driftin’ off to dreamy land, right? It’s a wonder you made it through nursing school with high marks, child. Your teachers mentioned how you loved to daydream.”

Rhoda grimaced and sighed inwardly. She switched her cellular from one shoulder to the other while preparing her morning hazelnut blend. The best pick-me-up in the world. She wouldn’t have it any other way. “Sorry, Momma, I was thinkin’ about a patient at the clinic,” she lied.

“Hmph. Well, I wish you’d stop thinkin’ so much about work and concentrate on gettin’ a man. You’re not any younger, baby. You’re pushin’ forty!”

“Mom, I’m thirty-eight, okay? I still got time before I hit the big four O. Besides, haven’t I told ya I’m not into settlin’ for just any kind of man?”

“Yeah you have but…” Mom went silent.


“Well, darnit, girl, I’m just worried, that’s all. I remember when your sister Moira fixed you up with that nice man she works with.”

Rhoda rolled her eyes, pondering that moment.

Yep, he was pretty, but unfortunately he didn’t play for my team.

She smiled to herself, knowing she couldn’t mention that to her mom. They had a great time on their second date until the man spotted a good-looking brother at the bar, checked him out, and promptly excused himself from the table.

Still, he had the right look. Very handsome man, light skin the color of her favorite latte with black wavy hair and eyes; oh, his eyes were hazel. Unforgettable. She could get lost in them. But he didn’t like the girls as much as he did the boys.

If only he did, I wouldn’t be havin’ this conversation with Momma right now.

“He sounded like a fine man, Rhoda! What did you say or do to him?”

“Nothin’,” she scoffed and glanced up at the ceiling. “Mom, can I call you back? I know how you love to talk with me on Sunday mornin’ before you go to church but I wanna finish my coffee, eat breakfast, and sleep in. I’ve got three eleven hour shifts to pull at the hospital this week.”

“Okay, Rhoda. I’ll let you go. For now. I wish you’d join me in church sometime. All the sisters there miss you. Haven’t seen ya since you were a young girl.”

“Mhmm,” she smirked, putting down her mug that read, ‘I’m not over the hill…yet.’ “Maybe next weekend, Momma. I actually have a Saturday night off for once.”

“Good, then I’ll tell ‘em—”

“No, no, no, please, don’t have ‘em expectin’ me to be there. If I go out with Sharnette, I might not be able to make it past my bed that mornin’.”

“Mmm…mmm… you still talk to her? She’s such a bad influence!”

“Ma, she’s my best friend. Just because she writes smut doesn’t mean she’s bad, m’kay? Now lemme let you go.” Rhoda really wanted to hang up now with her mom talking about her best buddy from high school. Sharnette was a prolific author and party girl who Lorna Maire had taken issue with for years. After all, this was the young lady who took Rhoda to her first club when they were clearly underage.

“Okay, baby. Make me happy and go find a man. Stay away from that character you call a friend and don’t drink too much,” she warned.

“Uh, okay.” Rhoda wasn’t quite sure where that came from. She only sipped wine when her and Sharnette went to the bars and actually that wasn’t often.

Rhoda barely had time to think after working some of the shifts she’d been scheduled, but she knew that before she took the job.

Nothing brought her joy like helping other people who were sick and in need of care. Nursing meant the personal life came second so she could satisfy everyone who needed her help.

After she told her mom goodbye, she pushed the disconnect and propped her feet up on the table in front of her. Rhoda truly loved mornings like this when she didn’t have to do anything but lounge around in her pink house robe and fuzzy bunny slippers. Still, it was really disheartening to know there was no one but the dog, Spearmint, to come home to. Her brown and lovable Yorkshire Terrier had been the only steady male in her life for the past three years.


When was the last time I went out on a date with a man other than Mike, who liked the other side of the fence? She had to think about it a moment and, unfortunately, her brain hurt just attempting to remember.

“Arf!” Spearmint sprinted from the bedroom and immediately jumped in her lap, asking for attention. To show his affection, he licked her face repeatedly.

“Ooh okay, I’ll feed you and yes, good mornin’.” She laughed and nuzzled his cold, wet nose. She lifted her cup and made her way into the small kitchen of her two bedroom apartment. No, it wasn’t a palace, but it was clean and only steps away from the Duke University hospital where she worked. You can’t beat not needing a car except to run errands or go out for the evening. It was convenience she paid for handsomely.

“Okay, there you go.” Rhoda gave Spearmint his favorite breakfast and watched him eat on the counter while finishing her coffee. Yep, mornings like this were great. If only she had someone to share them with.

Since I’m idle for a bit, here is a flashback Saturday Sips for you!  I do love this story and I’ll be doing a sequel for it this year! All Romance  Amazon and Smashwords Link to the whole series here

 Brendan Walsh is an uptight business executive working for his father and missing out on real life due to his relentless drive for success. Fearing his homophobic father’s wrath – and the potential to destroy his financial future – Brendan hides is true orientation and lives a life of boring celibacy.

Upon meeting Davori Jenkins when the hunky barista serves him a latte just the way he likes it, Brendan takes a chance, leaving his number with the tip in the hopes of changing his future love life.

Will Brendan be able to come clean with his father – risking his fortune – or will he take a chance at losing a man who he wants as his future?

Warning: This is an m/m interracial romance. Real romance. Some sappiness is ahead with two very good looking men who are searching for that happy ever after ending.

Small excerpt

After a half hour bus ride, he walked into his apartment, shivering from the cold air. His ears felt stiff and his head hurt from the below zero temps. Just the block walk from the bus stop left him feeling frigid. I should’ve just spent the extra money to take a cab.

He set his art case by the door and turned up the heat on the thermostat to eighty. He cursed under his breath for not leaving it up when he left that morning. Yes, it would’ve been hot as hell, but at least he would’ve felt toasty warm as soon as he stepped in the door.

Walking through his place, he rubbed his hands together and searched for his cell phone. He’d left it at home because he was in such a rush to make it to his appointment on time. Something told him he had lots of messages. Latte hoped a few of them were from Brendan.

“Ahh, damn.” He plopped on the couch and felt in the crease of the sofa, searching for his Android while he blew on his free hand. “There we go. Damn, bay, thirty-two missed calls? You missed me?” He crossed his legs and grinned, checking the screen. Brendan had left sixteen texts, a bunch just saying where are you? I miss you. There were also two dozen voicemails. “Aw hun, I betta call you, then.”

Just as he tapped the first number, a call came through from Brendan. Latte smiled from ear to ear and pressed the green button. “Hi, sexy man.”

“Where have you been?” Brendan’s voice came through the handset so loud Latte pulled it away from his head.

“I been out, at the dentist. Then I told you I had somewhere to go after that. Did ya miss me?”

“Of course I did. That’s why I’ve called you so many times. I need to see you, Davori. I don’t wanna wait until Friday. Tonight… I wanna see you now.” His tone sounded so needy and breathless.

Damn I wanna make you scream my name tonight!

Latte licked his lips and ran his hand over his smooth dome. Honestly, he didn’t want to wait either, but he wondered where Brendan’s head was at. Besides the desperation, Latte could tell Brendan was more than a little inebriated. Even so, he wouldn’t be turning this hot man down. Lord knows nothing would be more satisfying than spending the evening warming up with Brendan Walsh. “Um, sure; you wanna come by or…”

“Yeah I do, but…” he paused. “I’m a little embarrassed to say, I’ve had a little too much to drink and I probably shouldn’t drive.”

Brendan sighed. “Okay, well, how about this? I’ll send a cab to come getcha and bring you back to my place. How’s that sound? I gotta close friend that owns a cab company.” Latte pulled his wallet out of his back pocket.

“Okay, yeah, that sounds good. He’ll bring me there then, straight there.”

“Yeah, bay, I trust him. Now… okay well, I gotta even betta idea. Why don’t I come getcha in the cab? Like I told ya, I don’t own a car, so…”

“Oh Davori, you’d do that for me?”

“Of course, love. You might need help to the car or somethin’. You sick, or…?”

“No, not yet anyway. I feel it coming on, though. Might need to spend a bit of time in the washroom before I see you.”

Latte winced and shook his head. “Okay, well, you go on and handle that and I’ll meet you… oh wait, you still at work?”

“Uh huh.”

“Okay, I’ll see you at the building in about forty-five to an hour then, alright?”

“Thanks, Davori. You’re wonderful, you know that? I can’t wait to see you.”

“I feel the same.” He smiled to himself as he hit End and stood up from the couch. “Damn I don’t wanna go back out but…” He glanced at the sketch he’d drawn of Brendan. They hadn’t even discussed his main career yet, only because he wanted to wait until after he showed him the picture.

Latte felt Brendan would be extra impressed that he was an artist, and he’d used him as inspiration.

Anything to get closer to you. Well, almost.

Within a half hour, his friend Durrell – an older gentleman he’d known a while – picked him up and took him back to the building to get Brendan. The weather hadn’t let up, but thankfully there would be door to door service, which meant neither one of them would feel the icy cold temps for very long.


Morning! Here is a sexy snippet from Sugar Daddy, just released yesterday!

   Matthew Davidson wants a MAN! The setting shifts away from the America’s to Britain where Matthew and his childhood friend, Devon Peartly attend a cooking school to obtain their cooking certificates. The young man wants a partner so badly, he decides he’ll try an online dating service in hopes of finding a black man that can take care of and satisfy him romantically.

He finds that man, Antwon Bantu on an online dating site and is instantly intrigued. Little does Matthew know that Antwon is involved in a “convenient” marriage and is seeking a younger partner so he can finally get on with his life. Instead of confessing the truth, he decides to hide it, fearing he’ll lose the chance with Matthew if he informs him. To complicate things, Antwon’s wife claims to be in love with him. Antwon must choose what’s more important; loving Matthew or saving his impeccable reputation as a top barrister in the London courts? 

Which will he choose? 




Antwon felt they’d had too much serious conversation. He wanted to talk about fun things, share a few kisses. Okay more than that. No they didn’t have to go all the way, but he wished to touch that hot body, kiss those slim lips, and so much more.

“Thank you, Matthew. I appreciate that. I’ve been thinking about coming out a lot more lately, though. I’m an older man who can stand on his own two feet. I no longer care that deeply about being accepted.” To a certain extent. “Now, I want to be loved, Matthew.” Slowly he snaked his arm around Matthew’s lean frame hoping he’d get the hint. “By one man,” he added along with subtle touches on the young man’s neck. “As long as I have that and the support from that significant other, I don’t need those grumpy old men in my corner.” Antwon inched closer to Matthew, eliminating a lot of the space between them. He licked his lips while maintaining eye contact with the young man. Please let me. He didn’t need to say anything. His eyes pleaded for Matthew to allow a kiss.

Matthew cracked a smile and traced the fine lines on Antwon’s face, seemingly picking up the signals. Within seconds, their mouths connected in a soft and simple kiss. Just that nearly caused Antwon’s cock to spring from his black trousers. He lifted his lids and caught Matthew’s hazel gaze once more, taking pleasure in Matthew’s gentle caresses. “More, please…” he whispered and pulled Matthew into his strong arms, embracing him, lining up their lips once again for more of the same.

Just as he’d hoped, Matthew reciprocated the gesture and unlike the last one, this intrusion was more direct and with tongue! Oh how Antwon loved to taste a man’s tongue with his own and having a sample of Matthew’s was no exception.

As they continued, Antwon leaned back on the couch, taking the young man with him until he was on top, crotch to crotch, and gazing down at him in surprise.

“God, Antwon,” he managed in a throaty growl before taking the older man’s mouth again with his own.

“Mhmm,” Antwon moaned into Matthew’s kiss, offering more of his own tongue in return. They exchanged the taste of the Merlot with their tongues telling each other secrets. “Matthew, I want you so badly right now.” He really did. So much so he considered breaking the promise he’d set before he left his home. No sex on this first date. If Matthew wanted it then he’d give him just that, despite his earlier thoughts. Something told him that wouldn’t be an issue with his prospective lover.

The young culinary student only nodded and captured his mouth again in a hot embrace while pressing his body further into Antwon’s. Their cocks met through the soft material and Antwon felt as though he might explode at any moment. “Matthew.” He gripped his waist and pushed himself upwards to meet his thrusts. In one move, he slid both his hands inside Matthew’s blue jeans, grasping his hips through his underwear. “You’re so beautiful, Matthew.”

Still meeting his gaze, he only laughed and sat on his lap while he unbuttoned his oxford. Seductively, one by one, he undid them, making Antwon salivate by the second for what he was about to see. Once he finished, Matthew revealed a tanned chest – slender, not six packed at all but lean. Perky brown nipples, pierced, looked so inviting. He wanted to trace them with his tongue. A Chinese saying tattooed above his right breast, and on his bicep, a black cat with sharp fangs and claws reaching out. Pretty menacing but maybe it had some meaning to him.

“Gorgeous.” Antwon traced the line of fine hair from the centre of his torso down to his waistband. What he’d already seen excited him but God did he want more! What’s under those skinny jeans? He’d felt the slim hips but what about the front? What did his cock look like? More importantly what did it taste like?

Obviously, satisfied with his approval, Matthew leaned in again, his tongue caressing the older gentleman’s lips while his hands worked at loosening the clasp on his trousers. Their tongues intertwined and again, their bodies aligned perfectly on the sofa. Antwon reached in between them, undoing his own zipper, releasing his hardened shaft from its hiding place. Once he’d pushed them down from his waist, he slipped his shirt over his head and tossed it aside.

“Antwon, you’re so goddamn sexy!” Matthew grinned while taking both of their erections in his palm.

Yes, they could do this. They didn’t have to sleep together. As long as there was a release – some relief. God did he need it, even though he’d enjoy slipping inside of Matthew’s body a lot more.

That won’t be too far off.



I really love this model. He’s my muse for the Reindeer Games story coming from Secret Cravings.

Of course they want a full book which I’ll have to tackle later!




Gabriel “Comet” Marrisco is blessed with good looks, has a great career as a veterinarian and has a lovely wife named Shelba however, in December, he’s obligated to take off and be part of Santa’s Sleigh Team of Reindeer. Because of his deal with Father Christmas, he must make a regular human’s Christmas better than the last and grant a wish.


Denny Brothers, well respected charity worker, young, handsome, and unfortunately socially inept is searching for a boyfriend. Denny has never had a man and Father Christmas has asked Comet to find him a date and assist him in falling in love with someone else. However, Denny has a crush on Comet and the feelings are mutual. Will Comet be able to find him a mate when he wants him for himself? His very livelihood depends on his decision.

Unedited excerpt

Dr. Marrisco sat directly in front of Denny to offer him a glimpse of the hard-on forming in his woolen trousers.

“Um, great!” Again, the poor boy looked away and shifted in his chair.

Gabriel noticed him shaking like a leaf. Feeling a bit guilty, he patted the charity counselor’s knee cap. “Relax, friend. It’s just you and me talkin’ right now. You got plans for the holiday?”

“Er, no…You know my folks don’t want anything to do with me since I came out. The couple of friends I’ve got both have boyfriends. Looks like it’ll be just me and Preston this Christmas.” Denny sighed and folded his hands in his lap.

Gabriel’s mood turned somber when Denny mentioned his sorry plight. What could he do to make Denny’s Christmas better? He had a couple of ideas, but he needed to talk it over with Shelba first. Though it may be a risk, it was worth a try. Denny was too special a person to be totally alone on Christmas. Denny and his beloved oversized chocolate lab needed friends for this joyous occasion.

“No, we won’t let that happen. Let me talk with Shelba and see what we’ve got planned. Other than the dreaded run I’ve gotta make for Father Christmas every year delivering gifts to wonderful little children,” Gabriel said in jest and gritted his teeth. “I should be home shortly after two a.m. and we can make an evening of it.” Gabriel thought about keeping him for company and perhaps once he got comfortable, inviting him to bed.

“Aw, no, Gabriel. I can’t intrude. You and Shelba should be alone on Christmas Day.”

“We’ve spent plenty of them alone. We’d love to have you. I need to check if she’s made plans to go out. When is the charity gathering by the way?” Dr. Marrisco removed his pack of Marlboros from his pocket. The moment he did, he felt his nose redden and cheeks flush.

Damn, Santa, I’m not on duty yet. Santa didn’t like his reindeer to indulge in any of their human vices so close to Christmas Day. Angry he couldn’t partake, he shoved it back inside his coat pocket.

“Oh um, it’s on the twenty third, so a week from today. That’s the only date I could get so close to Christmas. Otherwise they told us we’d have to wait ’til the second week of the New Year. These pups and cats from the People for Pets Society need owners and these kids should be smiling this time of year. They are all terminally ill and should have something to cheer them up.”

“Agreed.” Gabriel bowed and crossed his arms over his chest. “And you’re in need of friends too, so…why don’t you stay with us for that week and then the next. I don’t think wifey will mind one bit. We love having company over.” He winked.

Denny appeared very uncomfortable with the suggestion and twitched his nose. “If it’s okay with Shelba then I accept.”

“Good. I’ll talk with her about it tonight and when I get the yes, I’ll call you. We’ve got plenty of room for you and Preston. Plus, Klutz and Jinx will love to play with him. They get tired of each other at times. A new doggie ass to sniff would be fun for them.” He chuckled.

Denny giggled nervously and got up. “Yeah I’m sure. Um, okay well, I’ll see you later. I need to go home and feed him now. I’m sure he’s wondering where I am and why I’m not home yet.” Denny shoved his hands in his pocket and he stared at the floor obviously to avert Gabriel’s heated gaze.

“Alright then. I’ll call you after Shelba and I talk.” Gabriel gawked at the cute little butt in Denny’s trousers and salivated at the sight. He’d love to sink his shaft in between those ass cheeks and pound it ’til the young man cried out for more. Just thinking about it made his cock stir and squirt under his silk boxers.

“Okay.” Denny scampered out of the office so fast he almost tripped. He opened the door. “Bye.” Quickly he shut it behind him.

   Instead of a new read, here’s a bit from my still unfinished menage’, Trois in Treble. The pic totally fits this scene!

Eli was the first one to wake after the two of them had fallen asleep on the couch. They were in the same position; him lying on top of Rafael. They hadn’t even cleaned themselves up.

Eli stroked Rafael’s face gently, admiring the chiseled features of his friend. Rafael was by far the best looking man he’d ever seen or known. Now, Eli wondered would their relationship progress the way he wanted it to. He loved that they’d taken the first step by doing this.

He hoped there was more to come.

Lightly, he kissed Rafael’s lips before reaching for his cell phone on the coffee table in front of him, looking at the time on the LCD screen. “Guess I better call in then…” The time was six o’ seven a.m.; the scheduled time was nine. He knew his boss wouldn’t be too happy he wasn’t coming in knowing that his counterpart was on vacation. At the moment, he really didn’t care. All of what mattered right now was underneath him.

The job and the band be damned.

Eli pressed the numbers, calling his employer. “Hello?” His boss answered after three rings. “Hiya, yeah um. I’m sorry, I won’t be able to make it in today, George. What? No, I’m not feeling too good. I may have eaten something horrible last night and my stomach’s in knots. Uh huh…”

As Eli continued to talk on the phone, Rafael stirred. Eli noticed he opened his eyes. While he traced Rafael’s nose and mouth with his nails, they exchanged smiles.

“Mhmm…well, I think I should be okay by tomorrow. I’ll let you know.”

Eli winked at Rafael before his friend pulled him by the hair again to cover his lips. Eli’s boss was still speaking, his morning wood straining against Rafael’s body. “Fuck…” he mouthed to Rafael. “Um, okay then. I’ll call you if anything changes.” Eli didn’t hear a word of what his manager was telling him.

Rafael leaned forward, making a trail of kisses on Eli’s neck.

“Bye.” He hurried, pressing the disconnect button before he’d said or done something to tick his boss off. He knew the abrupt hang-up would’ve prompt questions.

He’d deal with those later. “Rafael.”

“Good mornin’.” Rafael rubbed Eli’s neck making him lose focus. “We need to talk, Eli. Let’s shower, have some breakfast, and chat, okay?”

Eli grinned. All the affection Rafael showed pointed to a possibility that he’d become more comfortable with their relationship or at least, he hoped so.


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