Take a peek Tuesday

 This week I am going to share another snippet from my current WIP. I am nearly done with this read through making notes and getting ready for fixing it to send to my beta. Remember it is very rough yet and still going through rewrites and edits.  I am skipping down to a heartfelt story from TJ grabs a tissue.

Baseball Bats and Cowboy Hats Copyright 2016

TJ

I had barely dozed off when the door slammed open in the back of the house.  I jumped up not knowing what to expect. Grabbing a baseball bat  I slowly slink to the back. Peering in the mudroom door, I saw Annie throwing her boots into the pile like a bowling ball. Boots and shoes flew every which direction. She continued to kick and curse under her breath.  I suppressed my giggle as she bent to pick up the boots then suddenly tossed them again. She was like a mini tornado kicking, twirling, cursing. And the team calls me Taz? Finally, she dropped to the bench and panted breathlessly.

I slipped into the kitchen and started loudly opening cabinets, getting a glass, opening the fridge. Trying to make enough noise she would hear someone was in the next room. My plan was to bring her to me, hoping she didn’t take off out the back door.

My plan worked. In a few minutes, a slightly more composed Annie walked into the kitchen.

“Hi. I didn’t expect you back so soon. I was just getting a glass of tea.  Do you want  one?” I asked.

“No.Thanks.” She said through clenched teeth.

Her face was still flushed from her beating up the boots in the mudroom.  She clenched and unclenched her fists as she watched me.  I wasn’t sure if I should ask her what was wrong or not.

“How long have you been in the kitchen?” She asked warily.

“I just walked in. Why?” I lied.

Then she spied the ball-bat I had leaned on the workstation.

“Someone left their bat out. I guess I need to address this tomorrow.” She walked toward the bat.

“It’s mine. I’m sorry. I thought I might go out and practice some swings.” I lied again. Now I backed myself into a corner and will have to go out and practice. My shoulder twinged at the thought of more work.

“You have worked enough for one day. Chores this morning, your workout, plus your practice. You can practice your batting tomorrow.” She took the bat and placed it back into the small closet designated for our equipment.

Suddenly she turned to me her eyes glossy. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to sound bossy. I have this bad habit that I get a little protective over people I care about.”

Does that mean she cares about me? I want to jump for joy and shout Yes! But I compose myself.  Don’t  want her to think I am a lunatic.

I stepped close placing my hands on her shoulders. “It’s nice to have someone looking out for my wellbeing. It’s been a while.” I pull out one of the stools at the workstation for Annie. She looks at it a moment then hops up. I pour her a glass of tea even though she said she didn’t want it, top mine off and joined her.

“Don’t you hear from your mom? I am sure she worries about you.” She picks up the glass swirling the caramel colored liquid around before taking a long drink. I figured she would be thirsty after her little outburst in the mudroom.

I swallow back that knot that rises every time I think of mom or my family.

“Mama passed away a few months after I started college.  She hadn’t been right since Papa’s death.  I think she hung in there for me, but once I was out on my own, she let go. I wasn’t even there. She died alone. She didn’t answer the phone when I called. I called my aunt that lived across town from us. I waited and waited for her to call me back.  She called back a couple of hours later and told me mom was in bed sleeping with the angels.  She had a heart problem I didn’t know anything about, and that night she left me to join Papa and Enrico. The Dr said she went peacefully.”

“I am so sorry TJ. You have had such a rough life for such a young man.” She slides off the chair, pulls me up and wraps her arms around me.

I suddenly found myself in heaven. It smells like flowers, leather, and horses. Exactly how I would want it. She is only a few inches shorter than I am. We fit perfectly. I felt a warm tear on my shoulder. I lifted her face, brushing the tears with my thumbs. Her skin is silky smooth.

“Don’t cry for me, Annie. Mama always said ‘what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.’”

“You must be Ironman or the Hulk already.” She whispered. Her breath whispered across my lips. My mouth began to water. I must channel this superhuman strength she thinks I have. Parts of me certainly felt like iron. I shift my hips back a little. I don’t want her to get freaked out over my reaction to her,  Yet I don’t want to break the hold she has on me. I could stand here in her arms forever.  I run my hand through her hair. My body thrums with need. Now is not the time. One last stroke of her cheek and feel of her hair and I channel that inner strength and gently move away.

“Would you more tea?” I grab both glasses, turning my back to her. Then it hits me. The reason I sat up waiting for her.

“Wait what are you doing back so soon? I thought you had a date with Caleb?”

That’s one way to break a mood. But I wanted to know why she was back so early and madder than a hornet.

***

So what do you think of TJ? Is he totally swoon worthy? Do you like Older women younger men romance?

Tease Tuesday~~ The Boys are Back.

Hi, Y’all. As you see I’m having a hard time making up my mind on both my blog and writing schedules I think I have finally decided On BaseBall Bats and Cowboy hats I think This would be a good one to get released by summer. This week I am going to post another Teaser for  Simon Plus 2 (working title). Simon Plus Two is the story I started for NaNo and is a spinoff of BaseBall Bats and Cowboy Hats.

I am into the story a bit and Where Simon finally meets Christopher.

This is in Topher’s View. It is very raw. a very quickly written first draft so forgive any error it has not seen any revisions at all.

Simon Plus Two copyright 2016

Topher

I went to the office door and found my suitcases sitting in the hall. There was a note taped to the door. Your bed is empty.Put your shit in there in the morning and don’t wake Simon up. Fuck with him, and I WILL KILL YOU! TJ.
Who does this Fucker think he is? He isn’t my dad never will be!
I walked into my room and not quietly. Yes, I’m still an ass. Besides, I may be little, but I don’t take kindly to threats. I learned when I was younger to take up for myself. Caleb took me for several Martial art classes, and we would also box and brawl in the workout room. I can hold my own. At least in a fair fight and against one person.
I’ve had the last three days from hell. Guns and I argued about my leaving, the drive was long and tedious and now fighting with mom. I look at my phone. I have missed several calls from Guns. I look at the little lump in the other bed. Dam this guy is smaller than I am. How old is he 18? Or younger? Maybe one of those child genius’ that went to college at 16? I think about calling Guns and bellowing into the phone. It is my room. Why should I respect a trespasser? I toss my duffel on the bed where I could find some sleep pants. Standing at the head of the bed, I got a closer look. The boy or man or whatever had golden brown hair. Sun-kissed. His cheeks are high and prominent. He has the thickest kissable lips I’ve ever seen. NO. I cannot think about kissing his lips. I have a boyfriend. Waiting for me to get my business in order and come home. I don’t need Caleb’s money. Guns will teach me to tattoo and hire me he.  He told me so.
My phone buZZes. I decide not to wake the sleeping angel. Don’t ask me why. Maybe my cold heart grew a couple of sizes.
I text Guns. Hey, babe. So sorry I didn’t text back. It’s been a hell of a mess here. T
I’ve been worried sick. You should’ve let me known when you got there. G
It was late when I got to Caleb’s. We went to an all-night diner and ate and he filled me in on stuff. It was into the morning when we got to his place. I didn’t want to wake you. T
Like I was able to sleep with you driving so far home alone? G
I’m sorry ok? It’s been hell. When we got up we came to moms. All that she has done is scream and yell. I’m exhausted and want to sleep. You probably need some too. T
I need to hear your voice. Can you call me? G
Not tonight. There is someone sleeping in my room. They have to get up early for chores.T
I look at the beautiful boy and wonder why I suddenly cared if he slept or not.
How long do you think this shits gonna take? G
I look at the phone. This doesn’t seem like my caring Gun’s; now he seems possessive and demanding.
I don’t know. I will keep in touch.
I sit on the edge of my bed. When I came in the room, my plan was to flip on the light and unpack my stuff. Loudly. I pull out my shave kit, go to the bathroom and brush my teeth.
I drift off into sleep instead of dreaming about being in Guns big arms. I dream about curling around a sweet angel with lips to die for.

I hope you are enjoying the story I may drop one more teaser next week or I may move on to BBB.

Do you like stories with spinoffs? Do you like sports romance? I am not a big sports enthusiast but found that some are pretty good if the sports isn’t predominant.

Teaser Tuesday~~ I interupt this episode #novelsversusnovellas

Hi y’all this week has been crazy. I’ve been under the weather, stressed, having family issues and for those that don’t know I suffer from several chronic ailments, all decided to have a party at once, resulting in me having a pity party of my own. I’ll try not to whine though LOL.

Every January I take the month to clean my files, my desk, my work plans, make new schedules, clean my Facebook page and Goodreads and emails. Organizing and lists help me free up time and figure my path to start work. I usually do this in December, but this year I spent December on holiday and family issues.

I was discussing the first book on my plans to get back to work First Bite in my Love Bites trilogy with my beta. It has had a round of edits already, and I am running it through a final cleanup with Grammarly then sending it to her. I have sat on this book for quite a while as it has been a thorn in my side. It was birthed on an old story blog a few friends and myself shared. It was 8,000 words. Just a little short story with a chapter posted every week.  It was a mess.  But I decided it was a good enough base to make a real story out of it and used it that year in NaNo and made it a full-length story. I though it was pretty good. I sent t to an editor, promoted it for release, bought party slots all the good stuff. I ended up buying two covers, but that’s a long story. I will also have to buy another new cover since I want all three to be consistent and the graphic artist I used I can no longer find. I wish I could because he still owes me book twos cover and I really do like this cover.  Long story short I have so much money in book one alone I more than likely will never see a profit in this series.

I was telling her a bit about the book and book two when she suggested I put all three into one book cutting fluff and adding what I need to bring it together. I have never written a long book like that. My preferences in reading are like my writing  25 to 60 k or 150 to 275 pages. I can read that in a night or two.  She prefers the longer reading. I did a poll on my Facebook page, and it was pretty much 50-50  as well.

I am still up in the air, but seriously considering the combination. Another thing that one of my writer friends suggested was to keep it the trilogy but make it a box set. If I do a trilogy, I will do a box set down the road.

There are some real pros to combining this into one story. The biggest one financial. I will only have to buy one cover, one editing, one formatting. I will be marketing one book not three over the course of the year, so that will be less money as well. It will also be a new challenge for me, and I will have this series out of my hands so I can work on something else.

The cons are; not using the cover I have. ( Eventually,  I will replace it to match books two and three anyhow). Trying to think differently than I did in the series with the cliffies after each book except three.

It is a lot to consider, but I am leaning on the bigger book.

Do you like Trilogies with books one and two having cliffhangers? Do you like longer books?  What size book do you prefer to read or does it matter? I am open to any opinions.

Teaser Tuesday

Hi Ya’ll! It’s teaser Tuesday time! I am still working on organizing and sorting to get ready for my goals for the year. I will post a little snippet from my NaNo story  Simon Plus Two. This is a MMM story so if hot man sex isn’t your thing you may not want to read further. If you are wanting to dip your toe in the waters of MM love maybe give it a go. I am not extremely explicit.

I have introduced my three guys over the past few weeks if you missed scroll through the Teaser Tuesday selections on the sidebar and check it out.

Last week Simon decided to go all the way with Max. Max dropped the bombshell that in the past he always needed two men. one passive one aggressive.  But with Simon so far he was sated. How long will that last? Will Max or Simon be the one that needs more?

Topher is now getting a bomb dropped on him just when he is settled in and happy with Guns in New Orléans.

Simon Plus Two ( working Title) copyright 2016

Topher

We settled quickly into an easy routine. I would clean the house, do laundry, shop for groceries, then in the afternoon I went down to the shop and sketched. Rose had taught me the basic piercing techniques. I could pierce ears, noses, belly buttons, lips, and eyebrows. The more complicated and painful ones like the cock, clit, tongue and nipples the other two still did. Guns had started working on a tattoo on one of my arms, it joined some of my designs and his. Sometimes at night we would go to a pub, listen to some jazz or blues, tour a little or go home to curl up together. I liked our lazy nights at home. The day after I moved in I let Guns fuck me. It was a more like making love. He was caring and gentle.
June is coming to an end and it’s hotter here than it was at home. I stayed home this afternoon and made dinner.
“Hey babe.” Guns pulled me into his arms in a warm greeting. I like it better when he calls me Cher. At least that sounds more exotic than babe.
“What are you cooking? I could smell it all the way down in the shop.”
“I hope its Shrimp Etouffe and rice. The roux thing was intimidating.”
“Well, it smells great.” His stomach let out a big rumble.
I hope he remembers this is what he had on our first date. A full month ago.
We sit down to eat. I dish us both up big bowls. I made him some cornbread too.
I should have told you this morning to not cook. I wanted to take you out to celebrate our first month together.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to ruin your surprise.”
That’s ok. I like yours better. He takes out a small box and pushes it across the table.
There is a beautiful black leather bracelet with my name and the name Deacon on the front. My brows knit.
My given name. I wasn’t sure if you’d like that so here. There was an same one that said Guns a Blazin.
“I love them. That’s a better idea than I had.”
I go to the bedroom and bring back a box. He opens it to a black sleeveless tee. A very tight one. I have a thing about this man in a tee stretched tight across his muscular chest, his big bulging muscles bare.
We hurriedly finish dinner, putting the dishes in the sink for letter and dive into the bedroom to make love.
After our long heated lovemaking, we collapse together in an exhausted heap.
“Holy shit that was good.” Guns rolls to the side tossing one long, heavy arm over my chest.
I can barely speak. “Yeah it was.”
After a few minutes to catch our breath Guns gets up and goes to the bathroom. I hear water running and wonder should I follow him. Seconds later Guns returns with a warm cloth and a towel. He wipes off my chest and cock.
“Turn over baby.”
I do as he says. He gently cleans my sore ass. I’ll be walking funny for days.
Guns comes back to bed. “Goodnight babe.”
I’m awakened to Mommas Don’t let Your Babies Grow up To Be Cowboys. Why in the world is Caleb Calling this late at night. I glance at the clock and see it’s morning. Still too early to deal with Caleb. If he is calling me this early it can’t be good. I will deal with him later after coffee and breakfast.
“That your phone?”
“Yeah, it’s Caleb. I’ll call back later.”
“Good. I need you before I go to work.”
He rolls on top of me and leans in for a kiss. I put my hands against his chest.
“Wait up. I need to brush my teeth.”
“Nah.It’s all good.” He takes my mouth in a deep kiss.
“MMMM. So good.” He rocks against me. My hard cock trapped between us.
My phone blares that damn cowboy song again.
I lean up. Guns presses me back down. “Call him back later and I can talk to him and give him the information he needs.”
“Yeah I’m in no mood to deal with him right now. I need coffee. Lots of it. And food.”
“What about me? Don’t you need me Cher?” His voice was husky with desire.
“I want you yes. I don’t think I’m ready for you inside me again so soon.”
“I know you must be sore. There are other ways.”
He slides his hand over his already dripping cock then takes mine in the same hand. He slides it up and down taking some of my moisture with his.”Wrap your hand over mine.”
We began a slow steady rhythm as he deeply kisses me again. I find myself trying to speed up.
“Slow down baby we will get there. I want to savor this”
Right as I‘m about to explode my damn phone chimes.
“Tonight turn the damn thing off when we go to bed.”
“UH HUH. OH. Faster. YES! ALMOST!” CHIME! CHIME! “Fuck!”
Guns keeps a steady hold on us. He grunts and warmth spreads over my chest. I follow immediately. We take a shower together, get dressed and head to the kitchen for coffee.
“What would you like for breakfast. I have eggs and stuff for omelets.”
“Do you have stuff for pancakes?”
“I don’t have Syrup, I do have honey, powdered sugar, Hazelnut spread or nut butters.”
“OOh any cinnamon or chocolate chips?
“No chips. I do have cinnamon”
“Awesome. I can make French toast with a cinnamon glaze.”
“I don’t know how you are so skinny with all the carbs and sugar you eat.”
“ You can work it off me,” I smirk.
My phone chimes from the bedroom. “I guess I better go see what his texts say.and tell him I’ll call after we eat.”
Go ahead. I will start breakfast. I can make a good French toast and I’ll cook some sausage to go with it.”
I hope it’s not that red, greasy sausage he likes so much and is a regular breakfast sausage. I’ll get him to help make a shopping list and I can go to the grocery store when he goes to work. Maybe I’ll surprise him with a nice dinner.
I pick up my phone. My heart drops. 4 messages from Caleb. All short. Call me now. It’s urgent. I hope everything is alright. I hit his name on speed dial. “Whats up Caleb?”
“It’s about time. Look. I Know you are settling in there. I hate to do this. She’s not leaving me with a choice.”
“Caleb, would you calm down and explain what you’re talking about?”
“Your mom and I had another disagreement.”
“Seems like lately that is all you do.”
“It’s been terrible since the players arrived in May. She is a different person. Anyways, last night she gave me an ultimatum.”
“What kind of ultimatum. I’m not sure how I can help. She won’t listen to me.”
“She told me to not send you another dime. She also said for me to get you back home pronto.”
My throat tightens and heart thuds. She can’t do this to me.
“No. I can’t leave right now.” I can hear the panic in my voice.
“Christopher you have to. If you don’t I’ll lose her forever.”
“She’s bluffing.”
“No. Not this time. She told me if you weren’t home by July 1 for me to get my horse, tack and anything else I had over there and lose her number.”
I sit there stunned.
“Is everything ok?” Gun’s wraps his arms around me.
All I can do is shake my head.
“You want me to give up my new life, come home so you what? She already chose the young guy. You told me the other day.”
“I can win her back. I just have to buy some time. I have a new angle to get the boy gone.”
“You’re not going to hire a hit man are you.”
“No. Not exactly. I have a guy that’s gonna leak some information to a relative of his. That’s all.”
I don’t like the sound of Caleb’s voice. I think he has totally lost it. I’m beginning to get scared for mom. Caleb isn’t acting like himself.
“I can get a job here. I don’t need your money.”
“What will you do until you get a job?”
“I’m fine. I have a place to stay and food until I do.” I feel Gun’s nodding against my shoulder.
“So you’re going to turn your back on me after all I have done for you. All the money I have sent. All the covering with your mom.” Caleb’s voice booms over the phone.
I slump into Gun’s arms. Caleb is right. I wouldn’t have gotten off the farm without him. He has been good to me. Can I turn my back on him even though he sounds crazy right now?
“Topher please come home.”
“It will only be a couple of weeks max. Talk to you mom. Work things out. Explain to her you have a new life. I’m sure she will support you and let you go back.”
I look at my reflexion in the mirror. One look at the new me she will flip.
“Son. I’m desperate here.”
“Fine. I’ll come home. But I’m not staying.”
I hope if I leave that Guns will take me back.

 

Remember this is a very rough draft.It has not been edited at all. I hope you like it. Is there one particular thing you like? one you didn’t? all comments are welcome. I am learning here.

Teaser Tuesday ~~Simon Plus two~~ A change is coming #MMMromance

Welcome back to Teaser Tuesday. NaNoWriMo is finally over, and I can breathe.  I completed my 50k, but the story needs lots of work. The end got a little rushed, and I have some fluff to remove. But that’s what rewrites are for.  I have introduced Simon,  Topher,  and Max. If you missed it click on their names to check it out. Last week we had a first for Topher. You can find that here.

This will be standalone.  I made it so those that don’t care for MM romance can enjoy Baseball bats and Cowboy Hats and those that don’t care for M/F and read only M/M can enjoy this one without needing to read BaseBall Bats and Cowboy hats. It has been a challenge to write in real-time with the other book and not make it sound like the same book. This is entirely a different story.  This way those of us that like to read both genres can read both books and not get the same thing twice.  Another challenge for me is this one is a lot steamier than I usually write. Topher is quite the character and experimenting to find himself. Another difficulty is this is my first M/M/ M story.  Lots of firsts for me. I hope you enjoy it as much as I have written it. I hope to have it out late next year after Baseball Bats and Cowboy hats debuts.

I don’t know if I will continue posting from this story or what comes next. Stop by next Tuesday to see.

WARNING: There is man on man sex involved, and it may be a little steamy. If this isn’t for you. I understand. 

Simon Plus Two  Copyright 2016

This is very raw. I haven’t edited it any.

 

I Break down and finally call mom. Not because I wanted to but because Caleb said I do it or he will tell her what I am up to. I am not ready for her to hear about any of my changes or that I am moving into an apartment thinking of staying in New Orleans. When Caleb told me she is dating one of the players I saw red. It has to be some crazy mid-life crisis. That’s not the plan she was supposed to someday see how good Caleb is and marry him making us a real family.

“Mom. Have you lost your ever-loving mind?”
“Hello, son. Isn’t that what I asked you when you told me you were putting college on hold for a year to explore the states?”
Hmmm.Yeah, I guess she is right.Among all that yelling and tears I believe she dis ask me if I was crazy. I scratch my head. I’m not letting her turn this conversation to me.
“Why on earth did you move five strangers in our house? My room too!”
“Not that it’s any of your business what I do. It is a good cause. You gave up your room when you moved out.”
“I did not move out!” At least she doesn’t know that yet. “ I’m exploring life outside a Podunk town and smelly farm.” I practically yelled, clenching the phone with one hand rubbing my thigh with the other.
“These guys needed a place to stay and didn’t mind taking on the chores and fixing up this ‘Podunk’ farm as you call it. Just in case you have forgotten, it’s slowly falling around me.”
“Caleb could pay someone to fix it. Hell, he would be more than happy for you to move into his house in town. I don’t see why you stay out there anyhow.”
“ Now I know where you got your information. You can call Caleb but not me?”
“Caleb doesn’t yell at me every time I call. That is part of our deal. I have to keep him posted of where I am on a regular basis.”
Oops. Me and my big mouth. I hope she didnt catch my slipup.

“It’s notdidn’tb’s place to fix up my farm or to send you money.”
Shit. She did catch on.
“It is your place to want to help out your mother and keep this farm in the family!”
“Mom, in case you haven’t noticed, neither David nor I want the farm. It isn’t productive, and neither of us has ever cared much for it. Dad didn’t even like it. He only paid the bills on it for you. To keep you happy. It’s what killed him, trying to work a job and help on the farm as well. He is gone, and you can’t keep it up. If you want it that bad, perhaps you should consider Caleb. He will do whatever it takes to make you happy.”
There is a long silence and for a minute I thought she hung up on me.
“Where are you?” She ground out. (another action or sound of her voice
“Oh no! I recognize that voice. You may send me a letter bomb or poison cookies.” I try to lighten the mood—and avoid the question.
I hear a soft whisper. It sounds like a man’s voice.asking he rif she is OK
“Who the hell is that?” I shout. The other person says the same thing more quizzically.
“Christopher the players are coming in from practice. I need to finish getting dinner on the table. You can report back to Caleb that this tactic didn’t work any better than the last. As a matter of fact, I had planned to call him later today. Now I think I better cool off a few days first. Tell him I will see to Lover Boy, that it’s best he stays away until I do call. “
“Wait mom!” I could hear the panic in my voice.
“Caleb had nothing to do with this. I called him. He only filled me in on what was going on there.”
“Why did you call Caleb and not me?”
“You refused me money in the first place. My graduation funds aren’t holding out.”
“You called Caleb for money? How often is he sending you money?”
“Look. What does it matter to you? I’m out of your hair so you can play Hanky Panky with a boy not much older than me.”
I can hear growling and pots and pans clanging in the background. What the hell? Dies she have me on speaker phone?
“I am not playing Hanky Panky with anyone. Not that it’s any of your business who I am with or if I finally do decide to have a relationship.”
“God Mom! Are you actually considering that? What will everyone think?”
“What was it you told me when you left? You didn’t have to have my permission? You are a grown man now?” She tosses my words back at me.
“Well, I do not have to have permission from you! Conversation over and you better learn to enjoy living below your means. Or get a job! Consider your cash cow slaughtered!”

I hope you enjoyed the post. I am interested in what you think. Do You like Topher? what is your opinion of him?

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