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.