Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Tattoo Tuesday - Downfall

I love this. Tells a big story, but needs no words. So, what's your apple?


Monday, March 26, 2012

Music Monday - The More I Drink

the more I drink. Yep. Been there. Done that. Still ain't learned my lesson.

He was sittin' at the bar, sippin' on a regular Coke
We were drinkin' and smokin' and makin' him the butt of our jokes
We all said, "Man, what happened to you? Why can't you just have a few?"
He said, "I would if I could, but it's probably best that I don't."

Cause the more I drink, the more I drink
Yeah, I'm the world's greatest lover and a dancin' machine
I get loud, I get proud....and it gets worse
Well if I have one, I'll have thirteen
Naw, there ain't no in-between
Cause, the more I drink, the more I drink.

A couple of cold ones, and somebody hands me a shot.
Hell, even buck-tooth and bow-legged women start lookin' hot
And pretty soon I'm bummin' cigarettes and sweet talkin' some big brunette
Yeah, once I get on a roll, ain't no tellin' where I'll stop

Cause the more I drink, the more I drink
Yeah, I'm the world's greatest lover and a dancin' machine
I get loud, I get proud....and it gets worse
Well if I have one, I'll have thirteen
Naw, there ain't no in-between
Cause, the more I drink, the more I drink.

Humm, that's what I'm talking about

Man, if I have one, I'll have thirteen
And they can't get me off the kareoke machine,
The more I drink...the more I drink.
Yeah, the more I drink, the more I drink, the more I drink.  


Thursday, March 22, 2012

The Lucky 7 Meme

Poppy Dennison tagged me in a meme. Here are the rules:
1. Go to page 77 (or 7th) of your current ms
2. Go to line 7
3. Copy down the next 7 lines-sentences or paragraphs- and post them as they're written. No cheating.
4. Tag 7 other authors. No cheating.

Now, what to choose? Bennie's Wish or Monkey Wrench? Hmmm. Let me go check them both. Hang on....

Let's go with Bennie's Wish this time. Bennie forgot it was No Pants Day when he got dressed this morning, and now he's going to have to do some quick thinking to keep from having to let it all hang out.


“Lot on my mind lately. Look, I’ll go back to the hotel and change, and I’ll go pantsless for the rest of the day. Okay?”
“Nope.” Harley smiled and shook his head as he stepped out of his cargo shorts. “You can’t get in for breakfast with pants on. One of the club rules.”
“Who makes up these rules? And why do I care?” He was trying to stay in the spirit of the day, but being forced to walk around half naked—exposing himself in the process—was not his idea of fun.
“You’re naked on sets all the time. Why so nervous here?”
“Because it’s mostly naked, not the full Monty. Besides, I’m getting paid to be gorgeous and naked on set, and everyone’s a professional there. I’m narcissistic, not an exhibitionist.”
“Look, we’re just meeting some of my friends here, and we’ll be out quick.”
“You know they’re not going to let me in and be around food with nothing on.” Bennie had only waited tables for a month before getting his break, but it was long enough to know that, and he wasn’t above using it to get out of this torture.


Well? Does he manage to get out of it, or does something convince him to grin and bare it? Find out Star Wars Day. May the 4th be with you. But not your pants. 

For years, Ally Theodisius has suspected his “friends” have been humoring him to stay in his good graces—and his wallet—so when a No Pants Day breakfast ends in his humiliation, he finally takes a stand.

When model Bennie Arnold runs into Ally, his first impression is of a cute, adorably dimpled writer in dire need of a real friend. Bennie would be happy to fill the role. There’s just one little problem: he’s going commando, and it happens to be No Pants Day. If he has any hope of getting his wish, Bennie will have to use his best assets to convince Ally he’s the real deal.

Bennie's Wish, May 4, 2012, from Dreamspinner Press.


Monday, March 19, 2012

Music Monday - Who Made Who

Sure, the movie may not have been an award winner, but I still enjoy it. There's something inherently terrifying about your appliances coming to life and turning the tables on you. Probably because my inner nerd insists on naming the inanimate objects around me. I look at Bob the Blender and wonder if today's the day he's going to bite me.

Or, I'm just twisted. Either way, who needs grammar when you rock like this?


Sunday, March 18, 2012

Suit Up Sunday - ASkars

As inspiring as Joe is, I think ASkars can provide just as much *ahem* stimulation?


Friday, March 16, 2012

FlashFic Friday - Inspired by Joe

 This is a part of the "Inspired by Joe" FlashFic Friday blog hop. 

 You know Joe, right? 

The rules were simple. Find a picture of Joe, and let it inspire you. No fanfic or RPS (real-person slash), but other than that, let your imagination run to howl at the moon. 
(Disclaimer: None of these are the photo I chose. I just couldn't help myself.)


"Jesus Christ, Phillip. You look like shit," Barry said after Phillip opened the door. It was true, too. Phillip stood there in threadbare plaid flannel robe and grubby cotton boxers. He was wearing one slipper, and it was three sizes too big for his foot. The normally impeccable hair was now done up in a who-the-fuck-cares style Phillip would never be seen in public with. Barry doubted that Phillip had shaved at all since Josey showed up at his door, angry and looking for a place to crash three days ago. Phillip’s red-rimmed bloodshot eyes stared back at Barry.

"Thanks for your expert assessment. Now fuck off," Phillip said. He shuffled back into the apartment ahead of Barry, leading him to the kitchen. "What do you want?"

Phillip helped himself to a tumbler of scotch as Barry pulled out a barstool and sat down. Barry watched as he pushed the takeout containers on the counter out of the way to make room for his glass. One bag came close to falling over onto the floor, but with one last wobble, it fell inward, toppling onto the square boxes closer to the wall. Phillip turned on the water and inspected the glasses in the sink, finally selecting the least-dirty one, from what Barry could tell. He washed it and shook the excess water out before he picked his glass back up and turned around.

“Maid’s day off?” Barry asked as Phillip set the glasses down on the island in front of Barry. "You guys have got to stop doing this.”

"Josey's the one who got pissed and stormed out."

"Did you try to stop him?"

"What the fuck do you think, Bear?" Phillip downed the rest of the scotch in his glass. He picked up the bottle to pour some more, but Barry grabbed it out his hand.

"I think you've had enough for starters."

"Give that back," Phillip said. He didn't fight for the bottle though. He just leaned back against the counter and glared at Barry. “Did he send you?”

“No,” Barry said with a shake of his head. “Kyla did. His snoring is keeping her up all night.”

Phillip looked down at his feet, and Barry saw the ghost of a smile cross his lips. “Yeah, well, you get used to it.”

“If you love someone enough, you can get used to anything,” Barry said. Phillip looked up, and Barry knew what was going through his mind. He put a hand up to stop Phillip from saying anything. “Look, no one was more shocked than me when Kyle decided he needed to go through all that for himself, but I stood by him. And now that he’s become Kyla, she’s the person she was supposed to be. I think I love her more than I loved Kyle.”

Phillip blushed and studied that slipper again. “You must think we’re a couple of jackasses.”

“Yep.” Phillip’s head snapped back up to meet Barry’s face at the matter-of-fact answer. Barry stood and walked to the living room. He sat on the couch and propped his feet up on the table and waited for Phillip to decide to join him. After a minute, he did, dropping onto the other end of the couch. “Wanna tell me what it was about this time?”

“What is it always?” Phillip sighed.

“Let me see if I can guess what happened. You guys went out, and some hot young twinks hit on Josey, asking if he was the wolf from that vampire show, and they invited him back to their place to howl at the moon?” Phillip didn’t say anything. He just stared at the blank television hung on the wall opposite the couch. “And he politely turned them down, but not before you noticed his smile at the flattery. When he tried to assure you that you were the one he wanted, your insecurity took over and you refused to believe him. Is that close?”

Phillip just continued staring at the screen like he was watching his favorite show, but only he could see it.

“When you got home, you still doubted him? That sound right? And what, you told him to go be with the twinks since they were so much hotter than you?”

Phillip blushed and shook his head. “Worse.”

“Ah. You brought up the job, didn’t you?” Phillip nodded and dropped his gaze to his lap. “You accused him of only being with you so you could be his sugar daddy? Because that’s the only reason someone like him could ever want to be seen with someone like you?”

“I don’t know why I said anything. I just…. I don’t know,” Phillip said with a shake of his head.

“Because you’re an idiot?” Barry offered. Phillip blushed deep and let out a shuddering breath before he leaned his head back on the cushion.

“You’re probably right.”

“I am right. The question is: what are you going to do about it, moron?”

Phillip growled and stood up. He turned to face Barry, his face beet red, and his eyes full of anger. “Just how long are you going to keep insulting me for? I’d really like to know so I can schedule the rest of my day, asshole.”

Barry stood and faced him. “As long as it takes to get it into your thick skull.”

“Get what into my skull?” Phillip shouted.

“That he loves you. That he wants to be with you, and that you’re too hung up on where you fall short to see where you stand taller than anyone else in his eyes,” Barry said calmly. “Until, then, I’ll keep insulting you, you stupid jackoff.” He turned and went back to the kitchen. “You know, I really should be charging you for this,” he called.

“No one asked you to come here, you know,” Phillip said. “I don’t need your services.”

Barry snorted. “Bullshit. You need me more than some of my patients do. And you’re going to sit there until you get it.”

“Fuck you,” Phillip said.

“Not with you smelling the way you do right now,” Barry said, making a face. “Besides, Kyla’s the only one for me. You know that. And Josey’s yours. As soon as you take your head out of your ass enough to see it.”

“Then why isn’t he here yelling at me?” Phillip asked, sounding somewhat defeated. He sat back down and put his head in his hands.

“Because you hurt him. Pretty bad this time,” Barry said as he took a seat next to Phillip. He ran a hand down Phillip’s back. “You know how he feels about losing his job. It’s not his fault the company shut down.”

“I know.”

“So, what was it? Because as far as sugar daddies go, I think you fall short. He was making more than you before he got laid off, right?”


Barry waited for Phillip to continue, but he didn’t say anything more. “So?” he finally asked.

“So, what?” Phillip asked, but this time Barry refused to answer. He was content to wait it out for Phillip to draw his own conclusions. “Tell me, oh great Dr. Bear. What do I do now?”

Barry shrugged. “I don’t know. What do you think you should do now?”

“Fuck off with that doctor shit. Just fucking tell me, all right? Tell me what I need to do to get him back.”

“I can’t,” Barry said.

“What the fuck kind of doctor are you then?”

“Shitty, I guess,” Barry shrugged again. “Look, I can’t tell you what you need to do to bring him home. You’ve got to work that out with him. All I can do is help you figure out why you lashed out the way you did.” Phillip stared at him for a few minutes. “So?”

“So, what?” Phillip asked.

“Why did you lash out that way?”

“I don’t know. I guess, well. Look at him.” Phillip pointed at a picture on the shelf. Barry walked over and picked it up to look closer. Then he looked up at Phillip and nodded.

“Yep. He’s fucking gorgeous. And?”

“And what? That’s it.”

“So, you’re mad at him for being so good looking?”

“He can have anyone he wants.”


“And look at me. What’s he doing with me?”

Barry laughed. “Has it ever occurred to you that even though he can have almost anyone he wants, he chose you? Out of everyone else throwing themselves at him, he chose you. He chooses to come home to you every night, to put up with your bullshit day after day. He chose you.”


“Fuck if I know. We’ve been trying to figure that out for a while now,” Barry said, easily dodging Phillip’s hand as he took a half-hearted swing at Barry. “Fine. You want to know?”

“Yes. Because fuck if I know.”

“Well, you are smart, and funny, and when you’re not a self-pitying asshole, can be quite charming.” Phillip looked up, and Barry gave inward sigh of relief. He knew he’d been a little unfair with Phillip, but he could see it was about to pay off now. “And Kyla says you’re cute, but I don’t really see it.” He shook his head.

“Fuck you,” Phillip laughed. “Look at yourself.”

“Anyway, all those things are just the surface stuff that gets attention. What keeps Josey around? You’ll have to ask him.”

“Will I get the chance, or did I fuck up too much this time?” Phillip asked. His voice was small and scared, and Barry’s heart went out to him.

“Yeah, I think you might. But you may have to break down and make the first move. Think you can do that?”

“I tried. He won’t take my calls.”

“Well, maybe he just needs a little more time to cool off.”

“How much time?”

“How the fuck should I know?” Barry asked. “Just keep trying, if you think it’s worth it.”

“He is. More than worth it.” Phillip said.

Barry smiled. And that is what you call a breakthrough, he thought. “Hey, Kyla dropped me off. Can you give me a ride home?”

“Sure, let me grab my keys.” Phillip stood and started toward the bedroom.

“You may think about pants, too. And a shower before those.” Phillip stopped, and Barry watched him check himself out in the mirror. He gave himself a full-body shake.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” He scratched his chin and studied his reflection again. “What do you think about the beard?”

Barry cocked his head and gave Phillip a considering stare. “I like it. I vote keep it.”

Phillip smiled and disappeared to the bathroom. Barry heard the water turn on, and he pulled out his cell phone.

“Hey, babe. How’s he doing?” Barry asked as he went into the kitchen and started stuffing the garbage on the counters into a bag. The dishes would wait until later, but at least the worst of the mess was picked up. He figured Phillip stripped in the bedroom and hadn’t changed at all since there were no clothes on the floor. Just some newspapers and another pizza box. He stuffed those in the bag and set it next to the front door.

“Worried,” Kyla said. “He was pissed when he found out you left, but he’s been pacing since you’ve been gone. How’s it going on your end?”

“I think he’s good. I only had to beat him up a little bit.”

“So you used your regular beside manner then?” Kyla teased.

“You know it. That’s why I have a wait list.”


“I love you too, babe.”

“Just hurry back. I think Josey’s about to wear a hole in the floor here.”

“We will. See you soon.” Barry hung up just as the water shut off. Phillip took a few more minutes to finish up before he stepped out of the bedroom.

“Well?” he asked timidly from behind Barry.

“Very nice,” Barry said with a smile. Phillip cleaned up well. A forest green button-front shirt brought out the green of his eyes and set off his red hair and beard. His blue jeans were clean and fit him well. “And both shoes this time. Nice step up.”

“Fucker,” Phillip said laughing before getting serious. “Thank you, Bear.”

“No problem, man. Someone had to wake you up.” He pulled Phillip into a hug. “Now, I really need to get home. Let’s go,” he said as he handed the bag to Phillip.

“What’s this?”

“I did a little picking up while you were in there.” 

Phillip blushed. “I guess I let it get out of hand.”

“You let too much get out of hand. Don't do that again, huh?"

"I'm going to try."

"Great. Let's go. You know, Josey’s gonna kill you for leaving a mess like that,” Barry said, cocking a thumb toward the kitchen.

“If he ever sees it. I guess I’ll have time to clean it before he agrees to come back,” Phillip said with a sigh. He locked the door behind them and trotted off to dump the trash before meeting Barry at the car. “Will you tell him...” Phillip started after he pulled out of the parking garage.

“Tell him what?”

“That I miss his snoring.”

Barry chuckled. “I wish we could send it back to you.”

“I recorded him once, you know. To show him how loud it is.”

“You did not,” Barry said.

“Yeah,” Phillip’s smile turned sad. “I’ve been listening to it, but it’s not the same.”

Barry put a hand on Phillip’s shoulder. “I’ll make sure he knows.”


The rest of the ride was quiet. Barry hoped he could convince Phillip to come up to the apartment and just talk to Josey, and he hoped Josey would listen. He knew they loved each other, and they were both hurting. Their own stupid pride was keeping them from reaching out. If he could just get Phillip to make a step toward Josey, he was sure it would all work out.

“What the?” Phillip asked, pulling him from his thoughts as the car slowed to a stop for the light. Barry looked up to see what Phillip was asking about. “What’s he doing?”

At the next light, there was a tall, handsome man standing on the corner holding a sign. Handsome didn’t quite cut it–he was fucking gorgeous. His tight red, white, and blue T-shirt wrapped around his muscles like a second skin, and his faded jeans hugged long, lean legs.  The wind blew his dark, wavy hair up and dropped it back down, leaving it perfectly messy, and his trimmed beard only highlighted the alpha-male quality that seemed to surround him. As Phillip’s car pulled closer, he stuck his thumb out. He held up a sign to show a destination that made Barry smile when he read it. “HOME," it said, in big green lettering, spray-painted in Kyla’s handwriting. Of course this little reunion would be her invention.

“Think you can take him there?” Barry asked.

“I sure hope so,“ Phillip looked dumbfounded as he pulled over and parked. Josey stared at him, determination, mixed with a little bit of hope, on his face.

Phillip got out of the car and slowly approached him. Barry stayed in the car and watched, giving them a little bit of privacy. Well, as much privacy as a street corner could provide anyway. He couldn’t hear what was being said, but he saw a lot of head shaking, and then nodding, until finally, Josey dropped the sign, and Phillip jumped into his arms. They kissed, not caring that some of the passing cars honked, or someone stepped out of one of the businesses to applaud them.

Barry got out of the car and picked up the sign. He looked up at his apartment building and lifted the sign above his head, facing their windows. He could see Kyla on the balcony giving him the thumbs up. He looked back at Josey and Phillip, and when Josey smiled, Barry knew it was going to be all right.

They were going to make it home.


Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Tattoo Tuesday - (NSFW) Game Over

Those overalls really did nothing for Mario, did they? Level up, indeed!


Monday, March 12, 2012

Music Monday - S&M Nothing Else Matters

Cause, really, does it?

So close, no matter how far
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
And nothing else matters

I never opened myself this way
Life is ours, we live it our way
All these words I don't just say
And nothing else matters

Yeah, trust I seek and I find in you
Every day for us something new
Open mind for a different view
And nothing else matters

Never cared for what they do
Never cared for what they know
And I know

So close, no matter how far
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
And nothing else matters

Never cared for what they do
Never cared for what they know
And I know, that's right

Never opened myself this way
And life is ours, we live it our way
All these words I don't just say
And nothing else matters, yeah

Trust I seek and I find in you
Every day for us something new
Open mind for a different view
And nothing else matters

Never cared for things they say
Never cared for games they play
I never cared for what they do
I never cared for what they know
And I know, yeah yeah yeah


Sunday, March 11, 2012

Suit Up Sunday - It's Elementary

Gotta actually love Martin Freeman, whether he's at the office or hitchhiking to the Shire.


Friday, March 9, 2012

F*ck Off Friday - FlashFic to WIP

Just the start of an idea floating around...


“You plugged your phone in, right?” Denny asked as he flipped the sheets back.

“Yes, dear.”

“And it’s on? The ringer’s set to loud?”

“Yes, dear,” I sighed as I crawled into bed. I laid back and rested my head on my crossed hands.

“Sorry, Ras, but you did forget the other day.” He slid under the sheets and scooted over to put his head on my chest with a sigh of his own. His fingers tapped along with my heartbeat where they rested on my ribcage. “I just don’t want to miss it if they call.”

I lifted my head and kissed his hair. “I know babe. I don’t want to miss it either, but face it: the likelihood of it happening any time soon is slim to none.”

He propped his elbow on the bed and ran his fingers through his light brown curls. “Don’t think like that. It’s going to happen.” His hazel eyes were shiny in the glow of the alarm clock on the nightstand. I cupped his cheek in one hand, and he leaned into the touch, closing his eyes. “It has to,” he whispered.

I pulled him in for a kiss. “It will babe. We just have to wait.”

He laid back down, and I felt soft kisses along the scar in the center of my chest before he pressed his ear against my skin. I ran my hand down his back, and his breathing evened out. After a few minutes, he started snoring.

I listened to the light snuffling sounds he made in his sleep as I stared at the ceiling and counted my own heartbeats, like I did most nights. Denny never knew, I don’t think. Our bags were packed, and we had copies of the paperwork in a leather folder in Denny’s overnight case. Copies were on file with our lawyer, the hospital, and with my parents, just in case. But I’d stopped waiting for the call after the second month.

Six months ago, I was put on The List. Essentially, I’m waiting for someone to die. Well, the right someone. Who happens to have my blood type, is a tissue match, and has a similar build. Oh, and this person has to die in the right way, so the farmers masquerading as doctors can harvest his organs. And did I mention that it would best that this miraculous match dies in the right way within a couple of hundred miles of me, so the heart that beat in his chest can replace the one that’s going out in mine, so I can get another fifteen years with Denny, if we’re lucky.

No, that’s not too much to ask for at all, is it?


We'll see where this one goes.


Kilt Friday - Leather

There's something about a man in leather with a big...sword.


Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Weigh-in Wednesday - What am I Thinking?

Or, more accurately, what is Spunky drinking? He's got me lined up with all kinds of projects.

First, there's a WIP I'm working on with Piper Vaughn, called I and Love and You. We're still about a third of the way through it, but you can catch a couple of inside looks over on the Babes in Boyland blog. Here's one. And another.

I've still got to get clucking on Why The WereChicken Crossed the Road. My cyborgs have slowed down, and my Lucky Bastards are pining away for some attention too. They're probably behind all the James Dean posts lately.

Seems like enough to keep a person busy, right? You might think so, but Spunky said "NO!"

The MM Romance group over at Goodreads is organizing another round of free short stories based in photos and prompts submitted by readers. Spunky just had to say "WRITE THIS!"

Dear Author 

It’s the 26th Century and the human race has seeded itself throughout many galaxies. These two guys have been paired up for the latest Ursa Majoris Pornacopia Holoflick. They have 24hrs to figure out how to get it up and get it on… without breaking Universal Health and Safety Codes for Interspecies Sex Acts. 


Of course, Spunky's passed out face-down in a gutter somewhere at the moment, leaving me high and dry behind my keyboard.

Thanks for the inspiration, O muse o'mine.


Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Tattoo Tuesday - (NSFW) James Dean

Something's telling me to get back to the James Dean story I was working on.

I wonder what it could be.


Monday, March 5, 2012

Music Monday - Tomorrow

Bet you were expecting Annie, weren't you?

This is about that all-consuming passion.  That inferno that goes off when the chemistry is so perfect, it burns the rest of the world. That undeniable attraction. That cannot continue.

When you belong in his arms, but you cannot stay there.

But that's something for tomorrow.

Tomorrow I'm gonna leave here
I'm gonna let you go and walk away like every day I said I would
And tomorrow, I'm gonna listen
To that voice of reason inside my head telling me that we're no good

But tonight I'm gonna give in one last time
Rock you strong in these arms of mine
Forget all the regrets that are bound to follow
We're like fire and gasoline
I'm no good for you
You're no good for me
We only bring each other tears and sorrow
But tonight, I'm gonna love you like there's no tomorrow

Tomorrow I'll be stronger
I'm not gonna break down and call you up when my heart cries out for you
And tomorrow, you won't believe it,
But when I pass your house,
I won't stop no matter how bad I want to

But tonight I'm gonna give in one last time
Rock you strong in these arms of mine
Forget all the regrets that are bound to follow
We're like fire and gasoline
I'm no good for you
You're no good for me
We only bring each other tears and sorrow
But tonight, I'm gonna love you like there's no tomorrow

Baby when we're good, you know we're great
But there's too much bad for us to think that there's anything worth trying to save

But tonight I'm gonna give in one last time
Rock you strong in these arms of mine
Forget all the regrets that are bound to follow
We're like fire and gasoline
I'm no good for you
You're no good for me
We only bring each other tears and sorrow
But tonight, I'm gonna love you like there's no tomorrow

Tomorrow, I'm gonna leave here
I'm gonna let you go and walk away like every day I said I would


Sunday, March 4, 2012