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mmflash Greetings folks! I’m taking part in a flash fiction group, writing 300 word stories, based on photo prompts.

This is the pic on the left.

Here is my story. Just Joseph


Joseph’s scent hit me the minute I crossed our threshold. Not too overpowering, just right…

Just Joseph.

When I left, his kiss lingered on my lips. I still smelled his woodsy aftershave, felt his stubble on my forehead. Just thinking about Joseph gave me a hard-on. I couldn’t wait to feel his shaft intermingling with mine once we hit the sack.

Joseph and I.

We’d been together for years, coming out, then going to prom. In college, we shared a dorm, studying the same accredited classes, but different majors. Many tried to offer me themselves, but I couldn’t fathom leaving him. Being soulmates resonated with me and I intended to fulfill our commitment until I took my last breath.

With Joseph.

These days, we lived in a condo, near the lake with our dog. We raised our furbaby like a human, sleeping in our bed after sex, eating table food like a person. Joseph wouldn’t have it any other way.


As I place my briefcase down, my lover walks out of our bedroom, wearing only a towel and a bright smile. His beard and mustache are neatly trimmed. Not alot because I love my man with fur.

“Hey, Paul. Ready to eat?”

Watching him strut while he dropped the towel, I grinned, opening my arms to accept his embrace. The minute our bodies touch, my cock hardens in my slacks, breath catches in my chest. While holding him close, he softly kisses my head, gripping the side of my face as if he hadn’t seen me in years, when he’d only seen me about seven hours ago.

“Eat? Unless it’s you, I’m devouring, then no.”

Joseph flashes me a Cheshire smile. “Then in that case−”

When we kiss, Joseph’s comment dies and at that moment, I know I’m home.


Greetings folks!

My antho short is done!

I really adore this pic and used it as the backdrop for my story. 

I did it for awesome author Victor Alexander’s cause for Flint Michigan. You can read about it here. 

Dale Lowry’s Share on the Flint Anthologies

Its a great cause and Vic is looking for more stories in MF, YA, and other parts of the LGBTQ spectrum that aren’t gay.

The theme is something involving water and must be a story about triumph and hope!

So if you’re a writer, please go to that post and find out more!


Greetings folks

See No Evil, book 6 of the N’awlins Exotica series is done.

It is now on the editor’s desk

I blogged about the experience of writing a character who isn’t you.

Check out my post! 

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.”


MochacoverHere’s a snippet from Time to Make the Donuts

Overall Blurb:

Love sees through all differences and no matter what the situation it can strike the heart of any soul at any given time.

Simple delicacies like donuts and coffee can bring two people together no matter what their differences and when love comes into play, it can make for a very satisfying experience.

In these two stories, Cupid shoots his arrows at four men, drawing them to one another through chance encounters that instantly grow into something more.

Time to Make the Donuts

Blurb: Christopher Wettlon has inherited his grandfather’s Donuts to Go shop. He’s young, degreed, pretty well off, but still there is something missing from his life.

Enter Andre Bentley who seems to have everything going for him and Chris notices this right away. The two exchange smiles when Andre walks into his shop, but little does Christopher know Andre is out for more than his fresh, strawberry creams.

The two men are getting along well until Chris confronts Andre about his job, but instead of getting overly upset, Christopher makes his new man “work” to gain back his trust.



Andre studied the little shop that Latasha and Rick had their eyes on. Donuts to Go was cozy, intimate, a spot for people who liked old-fashioned goodness instead of stuffy, corporate restaurants. The long off-white laminate counter with black stools reminded Andre of one of those places in old movies.

There was an open space at the end where people picked up their donuts and coffee, leading out to the small dining room lined with picturesque windows, flanked by small booths. If anything, it held an alternative feel, which the trendy people living in and around Lakeview seemed to love.

“Sir, excuse me, what would you like today?” A female voice interrupted his line of thinking.

“Um, hi, I’ll take three chocolate, three glazed, two jelly…” Andre tried to remember exactly how many people were working in the office today. “Oh, and the strawberry—”

“A fresh batch is ready right now, sir. Would you like a carton of coffee with that, too?”

Andre looked up, meeting the owner’s light hazel eyes. “Um, yeah, I’d love some hazelnut? And thanks for offering a fresh batch. Boss lady loves strawberry.”

“Yeah? And which one do you love?”

Andre swiped his tongue over his lips, ogling the hottest man he’d seen in quite some time. The picture of Chris Wettlon did him no justice. He chuckled, “I prefer bagels myself.”

“Oh yeah? Cinnamon raisin, egg…”

“I love a plain bagel with cream cheese.”

“Booring…” Chris turned around, grabbing a couple and throwing them in a bag.

Andre nibbled on his bottom lip, watching Chris’s plump ass through the khaki pants.

“Damn.” He looked away just before Chris turned back around to meet his gaze.

“What kind of cream cheese?”


“Again, so boring.”

“What can I say, I’m a simpleton.” Andre laughed, rubbing his hands together.

“You don’t appear to be that simple, but you know what they say, looks can be deceiving. Anything else I can get you?”

Since the flirtation was on, Andre decided to play along. “Your name and maybe even your phone number?”

Chris grinned and offered his hand. “I’m Chris Wettlon, and I don’t give out my phone number to just anyone.”

The other two people behind the counter giggled while bagging Andre’s order.

Andre accepted the gesture. The warmth of Chris’s hands gave him goose bumps. “Andre Bentley, and I can give you mine, then.”

“Wonderful.” Chris placed the bags in front of him and grabbed his phone from his side.

Andre let go of his hand and took the cell phone. He punched in his numbers and handed it back. “There. Call me?”

“Sure. Would this evening be good?”

“Yes, it would be. I’ll be home around six, waiting for the phone to ring.”

Chris smiled and put his phone up to his ear.

Andre’s phone rang and he picked it up. “Cool. I’ll talk to you tonight, Mr. Wettlon.”

“Chris works. We don’t have to be so formal.”

“No, I suppose we don’t. Call me Dre then.”

“All right. Thanks for stopping in.”

“Okay, enough drooling over each other. Chris, we got a line forming.” A bulky redhead woman interrupted then, slapping Chris on the back.

“Yes, we do. You take care of yourself.” Chris winked.

“You too.” Andre returned the gesture and picked up his bags, leaving with a big grin on his face.

Mochacover My flashback for this week is my first release with Thirteen Below Press. Mocha Kisses and Coffee. The redos of Time to Make the Donuts and Smooth Like Latte! I’ll share an excerpt from both tomorrow!

Overall Blurb:

Love sees through all differences and no matter what the situation it can strike the heart of any soul at any given time.

Simple delicacies like donuts and coffee can bring two people together no matter what their differences and when love comes into play, it can make for a very satisfying experience.

In these two stories, Cupid shoots his arrows at four men, drawing them to one another through chance encounters that instantly grow into something more.

Time to Make the Donuts

Blurb: Christopher Wettlon has inherited his grandfather’s Donuts to Go shop. He’s young, degreed, pretty well off, but still there is something missing from his life.

Enter Andre Bentley who seems to have everything going for him and Chris notices this right away. The two exchange smiles when Andre walks into his shop, but little does Christopher know Andre is out for more than his fresh, strawberry creams.

The two men are getting along well until Chris confronts Andre about his job, but instead of getting overly upset, Christopher makes his new man “work” to gain back his trust.

 Smooth Like Latte


Brendan Walsh likes money and because of this, he is willing to deal with his irrational, homophobic dad who has threatened to disown him if he comes out gay to the world. This puts Brendan on edge and alert at all times, leaving little to no time for him to build a steady relationship with anyone.

Davori “Latte” Jenkins is a happy go lucky barista working in the Walsh building. Born and raised in North Carolina, Latte possesses extremely good looks and charms the pants off anyone in his path using his Southern boy attitude.

When Brendan visits the shop Latte works in, they’re immediately drawn to one another. Latte makes him a caramel latte with something extra and because Brendan isn’t out of the closet, they keep their thoughts and flirtations silent. Once they start dating, Brendan gets the courage to come out publicly and the relationship goes into overdrive. Still, Latte desires something more to define their relationship.


JaydencoverYou can never tell a book by it’s cover!

On the surface, Isaac Bridges has it all; wealth, a beautiful wife, and a successful career. But deep down, he desires Denton & Associates back under his family’s name and a male lover he can call his own.

Enter Jayden Demario, a handsome college student looking to make a career in advertising. Underneath the pretty exterior, Jayden is a very damaged young man. Thrown out on the streets by his stepfather at 15, Jayden’s only concern is to make something of himself to move his “madre” from the tough neighborhood.

Jayden has no time for love, especially not with a closeted married man who runs the company he interns at and Isaac can ill afford to out himself to the homophobic CEO at Denton.

Will the sparks between the two men cost them their livelihood?


All Romance

* * * *

“I can’t do this anymore… I just can’t. Being without Linda has been too hard for me, so I’m leaving this earth to join her wherever she may be. God bless you, Jayden. You gave me so much joy, and now it’s time to live your life for you. Take care of yourself and Lydia. I’ll see you someday on the other side.” Jayden read the note aloud, dotting his eyes with the tissue to stop the tears. He’d read this suicide letter from Alan Murdock repeatedly, in total disbelief that he’d take his own life.

Something doesn’t seem right.

Jayden knew the story the police gave him Wednesday when he rushed to Alan Murdock’s home. They’d found him, slumped in a chair with the note addressed to Jayden on a nearby table and the bottle of pills he’d allegedly taken too many of to kill himself. Yeah, Mr. Murdock hated this time of year and he loathed being alone, but Jayden didn’t think Alan would do this, not now, not when they’d planned things for the summer.

“Oh, Pops!” Jayden sniffed and dropped the letter on his bed, not wanting to look at it anymore. The police didn’t release it to him until today, keeping it for evidence in case there was foul play. But after further investigation everything led to suicide, making this situation even harder for Jayden to take. He knew Mr. Murdock missed his wife immensely but didn’t think he’d kill himself because of it.

Jayden pulled his legs close to his chest and pressed his head against his knees. These last couple of days had been quite a shock to him, and he wasn’t sure how to cope with it all. Jayden didn’t drink, smoke, or take drugs, so none of those were an option. And other than Lydia and Bertha, he had no one else to comfort him in his time of need. He’d thought about calling Isaac, but he didn’t want to ruin the man’s New Year’s Day with bad news. Isaac’s probably recovering from the party anyway. Surely he wouldn’t be up for any long talks after attending Silas, Jr.’s big bash last night. Who wanted to reminisce over a man he’d never met? That’s all Jayden wanted to do, and no one had a shoulder available for him to cry on.

Jayden sighed, running his fingers through his hair, pushing it away from his line of vision. He hadn’t slept much because of Murdock’s death and his momma’s own sickness which seemed to worsen with this horrible news. The bags under his eyes had bags, and he hadn’t eaten too much other than the food Bertha had cooked for him and Lydia.

Many in the neighborhood had come by Jayden’s place, paying their respects to Alan, knowing that Jayden was like a son to him. However, his sons hadn’t come, even after Jayden tried to contact them. They’d probably show up once Alan’s will was to be read. Alan had given Jayden power of attorney, so he called Mr. Murdock’s lawyer to inform him of his death. Apparently, Alan trusted Jayden with his life and personal dealings more than his own flesh and blood.

“Pops, we just went to pick out a tree,” Jayden said aloud, and a stray tear ran down his cheek. He gazed out the window, remembering going to hardware stores and empty lots all over the north side a few days ago, looking for the perfect tree for Lydia to put up in their living room. And although Jayden and Alan both loathed Christmas because of bad memories, they were enjoying the time together, freezing their hineys off, searching for a five foot, scrawny tree to please his mother. Alan refused to stop looking until they located the right one regardless of the weather and the time it took to find it. He was determined to get that tree for Lydia to enjoy her Christmas with Jayden no matter how he himself felt about the holiday.


* * * *

 “Good Lord it’s cold. Alan, we can make this the last stop so we can go warm up. If we don’t find anything here, I’ll go back to the hardware store tomorrow and get that other one Senor Gonzalez would sell for half price.”

Alan trudged behind him, coughing and kicking snow as he walked. “Don’t worry about it, boy. Something tells me we’ll get the right one here. Looks like most of their stock is gone, and they’re bound to have a couple of stragglers they’d like to get rid of.”

Jayden stopped and turned to wait for Mr. Murdock to catch up. Due to the amount of snow in the lot, he’d asked him to stay in the car, but Alan demanded to come along. He could be such a stubborn old man at times, but Jayden loved him anyway. “Yeah, hope so. It’s getting colder and late. I know she still wants to cook the turkey and decorate the tree.”

“Why is she cooking when it’s only the two of you?” Alan finally caught up and took hold of Jayden’s bicep for support.

“I don’t know, Pops. She feels like she has to. I guess it brings her comfort to fix large meals. That’s why I always have leftovers to take to school and work. I’ll be taking a lot with me to the job this week. You want any of it? She’ll have plenty to feed a small army.”

Alan chuckled and stumbled on a patch of ice.

Jayden grabbed him tighter and pulled him up to keep him from completely falling down. “They really should have some salt on this lot. Be careful, okay?”

“I will. By the way, Bertha’s cooking, so I’m eating at her place. If I have enough room in this stomach of mine, I’ll stop by for some of Lydia’s homemade dressing. Not a big fan of turkey, though.”

Jayden laughed at that and stopped in his tracks when he found the perfect tree his madre would want for the front room. “Alan, I think this is the one. It looks like something she might like.”

Alan nodded and blew on his hands, rubbing them together. “Yep, I’d say that resembles you when we found you in the alley all those years ago. Not too tall, cold, and skimpy from not eating in days. I still can’t believe your father threw you out just because you like boys.”

“Yeah, well.” Jayden kicked some snow in front of him and sighed aloud. “He didn’t care much for me after my mom died, so that was his way of justifying getting rid of me.” Jayden stepped forward carefully and caught the eye of the attendant.

“Well, shame on him. Good ol’ Karma will come back to get him someday. And look at you now, Jayden. All grown up and strong after Lydia took you under her wing.”

“I have you to thank for that, Pops. I’ll always appreciate everything you’ve done for me.” Jayden gripped Alan’s shoulder tightly, hugging him close.

“No problem, boy. You’re a good kid, and you deserve the best of everything after going through so much hell. I’m happy I was able to give you a second chance.”

“Me too, Alan… And I’ll be forever grateful.”

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