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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.

Stylish young fashion male model.

Writing again!


Details in this post about my rewrite 

Taboos and Peversions


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!


We’re all busy right now.

I seriously think Shar is crazy for trying to write with 4 muses at the same time, but what do I know?

I’m only a muse. 

Check out this post!

Taboos and Peversions


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! 

MochacoverAnd an excerpt from Mocha Kisses!

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.

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.



“You have a good one.” Latte placed another coffee on the top and smiled at the next. “Miss Laura, is it? Tall caramel latte, extra sugar, no cream.”

“You got it.” She laughed. “How the hell do you memorize all these orders?”

Latte shrugged. “Just doing my job, ma’am.” He wrote her name on the cup and filled it with hot water. While he grabbed the milk, he looked over at Brendan Walsh, still giving him the side eye.


“Where have you been all my life,” he mouthed to himself and clapped his hands. “Mr. Owens, having the same today? Tall hazelnut, no sugar, three creams?”

“I sure am.”

Pleased his memory still worked through distractions, Latte moved to the back and finished the other customer’s drink.

Derrick came up beside him and nudged his side. “Well, Latte, looks like you got an admirer. I still don’t get how you’re into hairy chests and balls with all this good-looking women practically giving you their panties, but what do I know?”

“Exactly. Nothing.” He chuckled and finished grabbing cream from the fridge. “Come on, Derrick, you gotta admit he’s gorgeous. Look at him. Tall, reddish brown hair, beautiful hazel eyes, and I can tell even from under that coat, the man takes good care of himself.”

“Yuck, just go after him already.” Derrick made a face and turned away.

Latte laughed. “I wish I could.” He headed back up to the counter, finishing Mr. Owens’s coffee. “Here you go, Mr. Owens. You have a nice one.” Latte placed it in front of him and shifted his focus back to Brendan who was still talking with Cathy but eyeing Latte, too.

Much to his delight, Latte noticed the line was a lot shorter now, but a few of his regulars still needed their beverages. “Um, Miss Lisa, give me a sec, alright?” Latte wiped his apron and headed over to where Cathy and Brendan were standing. “Everything good with the drink?”

“Oh yeah, he was just…” Cathy blushed.

“It’s excellent, Latte. The best macchiato I’ve had in a long time, thank you.” Brendan’s slim lips curled into a smile.

Latte wished they were alone because he could tell Brendan didn’t like flirting in public. “Um, good. Thanks for the tip, too. Perhaps you should come down and see us more often.”

“I should and I will. Promise me you’ll be here to make it every morning, and I’ll make a regular appearance.” Brendan held up his cup in toast. “Come visit me,” Brendan mouthed and handed him a card.

“I hope so and I’ll see you around then.” Latte backed away and went back to his customers, trying to forget the hot man standing there staring him down.

Regardless, he got the message. Brendan was indeed interested in talking to him, but wasn’t keen on making his personal business public. Latte could certainly understand, being from the South where he had to hide in the shadows almost every day of his life.

Now that he moved up to Chicago, he expected to live life outside of the closet and wanted a partner willing to do the same thing.

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.

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