Flash Fiction Friday

Welcome to this week’s Flash Fiction Friday. We have a picture about which we write a story of 100 words, no more and no less. I am joined by some fabulous writers today who give their take on this picture. To see the other members click this blog link: Flasher Fiction Friday

She was really starting to piss him off.

Who did she think she was anyway? Batting those long eyelashes around and rubbing herself against us suggestively. Wrong team, honey!

First she invites herself along on what was supposed to be a private weekend getaway and now she was challenging him in front of his mate. What he really wanted to do was shift and rip her throat out. But Ryan seemed to be enjoying the silly bitch’s antics so he’d go along with it for now.

But if she messed with his plans for tonight she’d definitely regret tagging along.

Flash Fiction Friday -- December 23

Welcome to this week’s Flash Fiction Friday. We have a picture about which we write a story of 100 words, no more and no less. I am joined by some fabulous writers today who give their take on this picture. To see the other members click this blog link: Flasher Fiction Friday

I held her in my arms, so very grateful to have this wonderful woman in my life.

With some clever thinking she had solved all of our problems. We would marry just as society dictated we should but we would be free to live our lives in a way that made us all happy.

She could be with her true love. She could have a family with my illegitimate half-brother and their children would inherit the title and lands from both our families.

And I could live my days in my scholarly pursuits and my nights with my stable manager…

Flash Fiction Friday -- December 16

Welcome to this week’s Flash Fiction Friday. We have a picture about which we write a story of 100 words, no more and no less. I am joined by some fabulous writers today who give their take on this picture. To see the other members click this blog link: Flasher Fiction Friday

They had been friends forever and I knew Jessie was not his type. Afterall Russ might be a horn dog who I constantly had to keep on a short leash or he’d be having sex with every hot guy who flashed him a smile, but the entire time I’d known him I felt I could relax when he was with his childhood friend. But I’d somehow missed the signs because there in our bed, while all our family and friends gathered downstairs for my birthday my partner was going at it like a long time hetero with his gal-pal Jessie.

Unofficial Six Sentence Sunday

Here is another snippet from my Tattoo WIP.

Hope you enjoy!!

He lifted a massive portfolio onto the high counter and opened it to about the centre and turned it to face me. I flipped the pages a few times, skimming the drawings. I was about the turn the page again when a delicate blue swallow caught my attention. As a child I had seen a drawing of a swallow at my grandfather’s island cottage. A willowy woman had been picking seashells on the shore and I was fascinated how everyone who looked at the painting seemed to fall under her spell and ignore the swallows above her head and the handsome man watching her in the distance. As I grew older, the attractive man had starred in my very first sexual fantasies and I had been too shy to tell my grandfather it was the man and not the young woman whom I had found attractive.

Flash Fiction Friday -- December 9, 2011

Flash Fiction Friday

Welcome to this week’s Flash Fiction Friday. We have a picture about which we write a story of 100 words, no more and no less. I am joined by some fabulous writers today who give their take on this picture. To see the other members click this blog link: Flasher Fiction Friday

Shawn designed the dress for his sister with no detail too small and no expense spared. Abe remembered the sleepless nights as his beloved had gone over every detail.

Now looking at the face that so closely resembled the one so dear to him, Abe couldn’t help but feel disappointed himself. Dawn looked so unhappy and whether it was with the dress or the upcoming wedding ceremony Abe could feel the anxiety start to grip him.

Things had finally settled down between him and Shawn’s family but it looked like once again the shit was going to hit the fan.

Unofficial Six Sentence Sunday -- December 4, 2011

The Darkroom

I picked up the canister to depart the darkroom when someone caressed my shoulder. ­The film canister slipped from my hand, I apologized, but before I could bend to retrieve it the hand moved from my shoulder to the back of my neck, where the fingertips gently massaged the hairline. ­I opened my mouth to protest, when hard lips meshed against mine.­ I stood completely still with shock.­ After a few moments the lips on mine grew gentle and when his tongue travelled across my lower lip I opened my mouth and my tongue eagerly met his. I moaned as the hand at the back of my neck pulled me closer to that probing tongue.

Flash Fiction Friday

Flash Fiction Friday

Welcome to this week’s Flash Fiction Friday. We have a picture about which we write a story of 100 words, no more and no less. I am joined by some fabulous writers today who give their take on this picture. To see the other members click this blog link: Flasher Fiction Friday

Eric couldn’t believe his eyes. He’d been staring at the photo for an hour and suddenly a lifetime of questions were answered.

He couldn’t believe his father had it all these years. Hell, he’d even kept the invoice from the PI. Eric didn’t know the name of the man in the photo with his mother but he did know one thing – he was definitely his biological father. Eric had thought his father was disapproving and distant because his son never lived up to his macho ways but Eric was artistic not athletic and he’d never ever be a lady’s man.

Unofficial Six Sentence Sunday

Here's a sneak peek at one of my Works in Progress . . . please let me know what you think.


I traced my finger over the stunning drawing and swore I felt an electric jolt. “Yes, I’d like this one please.” And before I knew what was happening I was being ushered to a big black chair that I swore looked like a cross between a barber chair and a medieval torture device. I divested myself of my suit jacket and laid it on top of my briefcase, then I removed my starched white dress shirt, carefully placing my custom cufflinks in my jacket pocket before removing my undershirt and presenting my back to the ever-smiling tattoo artist. I found myself talking about my life with the man who seemed to exude an encouraging air and before I knew it, I had a completed piece permanently etched on my skin. After I inspected the finished product in the mirror and the still smiling artist wrapped me up I pulled back on my undershirt but decided the weather was warm enough to forego risking ruining my jacket and shirt by putting them back on.

Flash Fiction Friday

Welcome to this week’s Flash Fiction Friday. We have a picture about which we write a story of 100 words, no more and no less. I am joined by some fabulous writers today who give their take on this picture. To see the other members click this blog link: Flasher Fiction Friday

When Roger mentioned a secret society Ian jumped at the chance to join. He and Roger seemed to have so much in common. Ian was so used to keeping his sexual preferences a secret that he found it liberating to be so open with his needs and desires. Roger assured him this association would help him embrace his wants.

Standing in the doorway looking at the four young men who uncannily resembled both himself and his new friend Ian felt a pull of trepidation but it was quickly overshadowed by anticipation. He couldn’t wait to see what initiation would entail.

Flash Fiction Friday -- November 18

Flash Fiction Friday

Welcome to this week’s Flash Fiction Friday. We have a picture about which we write a story of 100 words, no more and no less. I am joined by some fabulous writers today who give their take on this picture. To see the other members click this blog link: Flasher Fiction Friday

Danny quelled his frustration as Julian’s lips lingered once more across his work-roughened knuckles. He was running lines, yet again with the talented young man who won the lead role. When Julian had mentioned the need for a set designer at his Community Player’s production Danny had jumped at the chance to get to know the handsome man as more than a co-worker. Hoping to become friends and hopefully, eventually lovers. He was getting nowhere so it was time for Danny to step up his game plan. Move over Juliet it was time for Danny to win over his Romeo.

Flash Fiction Friday -- Nov.11, 2011

Flash Fiction Friday

Welcome to this week's Flash Fiction Friday. We have a picture about which we write a story of 100 words, no more and no less. I am joined by some fabulous writers today who give their take on this picture. To see the other members click this blog link: Flasher Fiction Friday

In honour of Remembrance Day I briefly mention the military in this piece -- Least We Forget!

His lover had flirted relentlessly throughout the evening but Sid was going to make up for it now. He tackled the muscular body from behind moulding himself to the solid form, delving beneath the dress shirt before making short work of it and reveling in the skin on skin contact. He ground his hips against Marcel’s firm buttocks and trailing his hand up to his partner’s corded neck. Sid never thought he’d ever see his lover looking more sexy than he did in his uniform but tonight at the office party Marcel’s civilian dress had left Sid hot and bothered.

Unofficial Six Sentence Sunday

Six Sentence Sunday

This week's Six Sentence Sunday is a selection from one of my current WIP. I hope you enjoy it!

Whenever Reed Brenner thought of cowboys he pictured country music, faded blue jeans and slow smiles. But Tucker Morgan made him think of leather chaps and the pungent smell of a sexy sweaty man. In short he made him think of sex and the problem was he made most people think of sex in a none too subtle way. Now his sponsors were worried his bad boy reputation was just a little too risqué for their target audience so here Reed was once again in charge of reforming a bad boy into the poster boy for family values. Two years ago he had taken Hollywood’s most notorious womanizer, a man known for prostitutes and drugs and he was now a father both on screen and off and one of the industry’s most stand-up guys.

His next assignment had been a Lothario of the left field sports hero, then a Casanova politician and his last client had been an adulterous old patriarch of a fortune 500 company.

Flash Fiction Friday Nov. 4

Flash Fiction Friday

Welcome to this week’s Flash Fiction Friday. We have a picture about which we write a story of 100 words, no more and no less. I am joined by some fabulous writers today who give their take on this picture. To see the other members click this blog link: Flasher Fiction Friday

Dave felt his vision blur almost as if he were in a tunnel. The room spun and the pressure behind his eyes made him feel he was about to pass out. He hadn’t had that much to drink and she was the reason for the spike in his blood pressure. He was so consumed by his anger that he barely felt Glenn’s large hand squeeze his thigh to bring him back to the moment.

She was gone and Dave could see the questions and confusion in his lover’s gentle eyes. It was time to come clean and reveal his secrets.

Flash Fiction Friday

Flash Fiction Friday

Welcome to this week’s Flash Fiction Friday. We have a picture about which we write a story of 100 words, no more and no less. I am joined by some fabulous writers today who give their take on this picture. To see the other members click this blog link: Flasher Fiction Friday

Oliver couldn’t help but smile. JD was adorable in his costume and Oliver knew if JD ever heard him use the word to describe him he would be devastated; he took his work seriously. As a strict method actor most people never got to know the complicated man hidden underneath. But Oliver did and he loved everything about the other man from his huge yet fragile ego to his obsession with European football. Oliver respected the dedication to his art but watching Oliver submerse himself in his het character was wearing his patience – it was time for some man love.

Flash Fiction Friday

Flash Fiction Friday

Welcome to this week’s Flash Fiction Friday. We have a picture about which we write a story of 100 words, no more and no less. I am joined by some fabulous writers today who give their take on this picture. To see the other members click this blog link: Flasher Fiction Friday

Craig stared at the picture of his parents. It has been taken long ago. They were both so young and obviously in love. He wondered if they remembered the feelings – the rush and excitement of a new relationship. The passion and promise. The belief even one moment apart was a moment too much.

Craig was experiencing this now and he wanted to share with his mom and dad but he was worried their busy lives had gotten in the way of their relationship and they had forgotten the joy of love.

It was time for his parents to meet Ben.

Flash Fiction Friday -- Jade's Jewels

Welcome to this week’s Flash Fiction Friday. We have a picture about which we write a story of 100 words, no more and no less. I am joined by some fabulous writers today who give their take on this picture. To see the other members click this blog link: Flasher Fiction Friday

Jade's Jewels

Jade had the smoothest skin Brad had ever come into contact with. He simply wanted to rub up and down, all over marking his scent and revelling in the softness. He loved when they were partnered for club performances. The spectator’s excitement fed his arousal and with strategic hand placement Jade was able to captivate them all, casting an alluring web. As Brad’s tongue trailed down the curved slope of the firm buttocks he inhaled Jade’s unique scent.

With a flourish Jade’s hands shifted revealing a toned chest and an impressive erection which noticeably swelled at the audience’s shocked gasps.

Flash Fiction Friday

Flash Fiction Friday

Welcome to this week’s Flash Fiction Friday. We have a picture about which we write a story of 100 words, no more and no less. I am joined by some fabulous writers today who give their take on this picture. To see the other members click this blog link: Flasher Fiction Friday

Hardin wanted to go to his wounded partner and help with this difficult transition. Jackson’s accusing eyes bore into him through the two-way mirror but could do nothing about the almost pleading waves emanating from him. Hardin wanted to remove the burgundy silk sheet from his lover’s sweat soaked body but knew he could not interfere with the first change. Things could still go horribly wrong. He released a relieved sigh when he noted the colored haze float over the other man in an almost protective layer.

Hardin had saved his lover’s life but had his secrets ruined their relationship?

Six Sentence Sunday

This week's Six Sentence Sunday is a selection from my current WIP. I hope you enjoy it!

The converted factory was rather attractive and the interior was austere without being stark, a mixture of sterile and fashionable. There was only one person in the large shop and he gave Harmon a welcoming smile. “So you’ve decided today is the day?” Harmon frowned at the odd turn of phrase. He didn’t know what to say or do and just stood there speechless. The other man seemed to smile even wider and Harmon was a little disconcerted with the fact he looked rather cherubic for a handsome young man.

Harmon is fast becoming one of my favorite characters and I cannot wait to see what develops between him and Brad and the handsome cupid who brings them together.

September 30 Flash Fiction Friday

Welcome to this week’s Flash Fiction Friday. We have a picture about which we write a story of 100 words, no more and no less. I am joined by some fabulous writers today who give their take on this picture. To see the other members click this blog link: Flasher Fiction Friday

Jason had never felt so miserable in his entire life. Jessie was beautiful inside and out. He genuinely loved her, more than he could say; had loved her for as long as he could remember. But he wasn’t in love with her – he wasn’t attracted to her. Even if he were the one wearing the blindfold he knew he’d never become aroused enough to actually have sex with her. He wanted to howl because he knew whatever he did right now he was going to hurt Jessie. He reached up, tenderly removed the silk scarf and took a deep breath.

Six Sentence Sunday -- September 25

Matt's Magic Fingers

I felt Matt’s firm fingers dig into the muscles of my ass and I couldn’t stifle my moan. I stopped talking mid-sentence and I could not remember what I had been saying. He’d been working the area for a little while and I felt as if I had gone from a pliable puddle in his hand to a rock hard hormone. He lifted the sheet again, “On to your back again.”

I panicked. I could feel my dick trying to drill through the massage table and I knew there was no way to get myself under control before rolling over.

Matt's Magic Fingers is available now from xoxo publishing as part of Tina B's Alternative Romance Vol. 2

http://www.amazon.com/Tina-Bs-Anthology-2-ebook/dp/B005KLRRDM/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1316389210&sr=8-1

Flash Fiction Friday

Flash Fiction Friday

Welcome to my first Flash Fiction Friday. We have a picture about which we write a story of 100 words, no more and no less. I am joined by some fabulous writers today who give their take on this picture. To see the other members click this blog link: Flasher Fiction Friday

Who knew retaliation for those torturous high school years would bring such pleasure? Derrick had been the jock, the Golden Boy. Yet here he was now at Brandon’s mercy. If the sizeable bulge in the other man’s pink undies was any indication, he was looking forward to the payback as well.

Brandon endured bullying from Derrick’s teammates; his locker stuffed with feminine lingerie. He wondered what they would say if they could see their captain now. Truthfully, looking at the man tied to his bed he could care less what anyone said.

It was time to play with the All-Star.

SSS -- Matt's Magic Fingers

Matt's Magic Fingers

"Okay I’ll step into the back room to grab supplies and give you three minutes of privacy to undress." His tone was authoritative and without giving it any thought I shucked my clothing, folding it and placing it on the small chair by the door. I hopped up on the table, covered myself completely with the sheet. I had wrapped myself from toes to Adam’s apple and I’d just settled down when he stepped back into the room wearing something that was a cross between an apron and a tool belt.

An image of him wearing nothing but that belt had my cock twitching, "Oh shit," I muttered.

"Pardon," he asked.

Matt's Magic Fingers is available now from xoxo publishing as part of Tina B's Alternative Romance Vol2.

http://www.amazon.com/Tina-Bs-Anthology-2-ebook/dp/B005KLRRDM/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1316389210&sr=8-1

Interview

I'm being interviewed over on another author's sight.

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http://tabooindeed.blogspot.com/2011/09/welcome-cyril-j-michael.html?showComment=1315830332130#c9027060737679271923

Check it out!

My fellow author in the Tina B. anthology Ashley Marie Lucas has a new release called Moonlight Tales available from Amazon.

This is a duet with two sexy curvy girls as the heroines -- curvy girls rock!!

http://www.amazon.com/Moonlight-Tales-ebook/dp/B005J86X6I/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1314627546&sr=8-2

Yeah Me!!

I'm so excited to have joined the blog-o-sphere and I'm hoping that I can keep up with my fans and followers, that is if I actually gain any ;-)