Do NOT forget this, don’t let it fade away as newer news is reported. Human rights is a universal issue that concerns the entire world. Hurley illustrates that because the anti-gay speech and actions are socially acceptable in Russia- it spreads unabated. He also talks about the American tradition of fighting for equality, human rights, and protection for minorities. The Russian anti-gay way of life is from the dark ages and he calls on the world, especially Americans, to call it out and refuse to accept it.
We have to make it UNACCEPTABLE for such anti-LGBT rhetoric to go unchallenged in the public arena. Hurley’s article is a good example of why any voice for hatred and oppression needs to be stopped. It is NOT a legitimate opinion worthy of respect, nor speech worthy of protection. Not even in the U.S.A.
Realizing I was gay in Russia felt like a terminal disease diagnosis. There I was, a secret pedik, one of the monsters I’d heard about so much yet knew so little about. Convinced that I was the only real gay person in Russia, I felt completely alienated from the human race.
Up is down, left is right! My world makes no sense anymooooore!!!
Robertson said in part: ‘There are men who are in a woman’s body… it’s very rare but it’s true, or women that are in men’s bodies, and they want a sex change and that is a very permanent thing. I don’t think there’s any sin associated with that.’
He added: ‘I don’t condemn somebody for doing that.’
But Patty baby! I thought is was about what GOD condemned! Not you! Your homophobic biggot is showing!
Can somebody tell me what kind of a world we live in where I don’t even scare Pat Roberts anymore? I better try harder… Oh wait! That Pantheist thing oughta do it, problem solved!
I hope you all enjoy the story. It’s funny and a delightful read, according to those who I’ve let read it. I’m looking forward to hearing your thoughts on it.
Kelly Jeter is a 30-year old virgin who suffers from an acute shyness and extreme anxiety. He lives in Manhattan and collects lighthouses. He is the quintessential nerd. He also doesn’t see how gorgeous he is, so when he meets Hawk Caliarchi, a friend of his besties, Krystal and Amy, he can’t believe the hulking Greek man wants anything to do with him. So when Hawk shows an interest in him, Kelly does the only thing he can do… he has an asthma attack and almost passes out. Hawk finally gets Kelly to agree to a date but before these two completely opposite men can settle down into a relationship, Hawk must face his past and Kelly must face his insecurities, fears and overcome his low self-esteem. Will he be able to conquer his battles before he loses Hawk for good and will he be able to thank his besties for introducing him to the love of his life?
I had my arms around Amy and Krystal stood cuddled up in Joel’s arms when it happened. He walked over. I didn’t know who he was at the time. All I knew was that a Greek god had descended and was now walking towards me, a gorgeous smile on his bronzed face and thick black hair blowing in the wind, ruffling his business-cut hair, his light brown eyes shining as he got closer to us. I saw Krystal look at me out of the corner of my eye before following the direction of my gaze. She let out a loud squeal and dashed out of Joel’s arms towards the gorgeous stranger. "Hawk!" she whooped before launching herself into his muscled arms. Amy shoved me away before dashing after Krystal and throwing herself into Hawk’s arms as well. I watched in wonder as the tall, thick-muscled man lifted both of my friends into his arms and bounced them up and down, causing them to giggle like children before placing them back on their feet. What I wouldn’t have given to bounce in his arms as well—though I’d prefer his cock to his arms. "Wipe your face, you’re drooling," Joel teased me, and I hurriedly wiped my chin, not surprised to find saliva there. "Holy shit, you really were drooling!" I chuckled and could do nothing except nod my head. All of my brain cells had melted in the direction of my cock, which was even now jerking and leaking in my boxers. “He’s just so fucking hot,” I breathed, my breath catching in my lungs as Hawk walked towards us, his hands resting on Krystal and Amy’s shoulders. They both only came up to his pecs, which meant I only came to his pecs as well. My ass clenched at the thought as I realized how much taller and broader that made him than me. I was frozen in place, his gaze locked on mine as Krystal and Amy walked with him over to Joel and me. They couldn’t be bringing him over to introduce him to us, could they? They wouldn’t do that to me. Not when they both knew how shy I was, how I practically ended up in the hospital every time I tried to talk to a gorgeous man. Hawk was beyond gorgeous, however. He was a fucking god, and rather than wind up in the hospital from not being able to breathe, I would probably turn into a pillar of salt just from looking at him with lust. Wait, I was thinking about biblical stories now? Yeah, my brain had completely melted. I watched warily as Krystal and Amy brought Hawk directly to me with mischievous grins on their faces. “Kelly, this is Hawk Caliarchi. Hawk, this is our best friend Kelly Jeter, no relation to Derek,” Krystal introduced us with a glint in her eyes. "Hello, Kelly. It’s nice to meet you," Hawk’s voice was thunder wrapped in velvet and dipped in chocolate. I shivered and opened my mouth to respond. A squeak came out and my eyes snapped to Krystal’s face. I felt my face flush in horror even as embarrassment and panic began to set in. What if Hawk was the one and I was too chicken shit, too nerdy, too… me, to grab onto him with both hands? "Kelly? Calm down, honey. It’s okay. Just don’t freak out," Amy’s voice came to me as if through a fog. Her tone was calm, peaceful, and soothing, but although it had worked when we were kids, now it only managed to heighten my awareness that I needed to be calm before I could speak like a normal human being. My chest tightened and I struggled to pull air into my lungs. I could hear myself wheezing, feel my face flushing hot, and I mentally waved goodbye to ever having a chance with Hawk. Joel grabbed my arm and spoke frantically in my ear. "Kel? Hey, buddy, where’s your inhaler? I need to give you a puff of Albuterol." That was Joel for you. Krystal and Amy would try and soothe me with their words, rubbing their hands on my arms and back, through my hair, trying to calm me with human touch while Joel went instantly for the medicine that would save my life. We were a well-oiled machine, and I wondered, briefly, what we looked like to Hawk. Would he see a family that had done this time and again and had all of the steps worked out, or would he see nothing but a short, skinny nerd who couldn’t even talk to a man without almost collapsing from lack of oxygen? "Kelly, I want you to listen to my voice," Hawk’s voice penetrated the haze and I looked up, up, up into his gorgeous eyes. When had he moved to stand in front of me? Why was he trying to help? "Breathe with me, Kelly. When I inhale, I want you to inhale; when I exhale, I want you to exhale, alright?" I nodded my head frantically, because it seemed the only thing I could do, and felt my friends step away as Hawk stepped closer to me. He cradled my face in his hands and stared down into my eyes. "Ready? Inhale," Hawk instructed me before placing his hand on my chest. I inhaled with him, a deep inhale, and when he exhaled so did I. I was enraptured by him, by his strength, and I felt as if my lungs were connected to his as the tidal wave of panic began to recede and my breaths came easier. I continued to breathe with Hawk, who didn’t stop breathing even when Joel came rushing back from the car with my back-up inhaler. My walking inhaler was in the pocket of the purple hoodie that I wore, but I’d been too distressed to tell him. "Take two puffs of your inhaler," Hawk commanded, and I nodded that I understood before shaking the inhaler, pulling off the top and placing the puffer between my lips. Squeezing down on the barrel, I pulled the medication into my lungs and held it for twenty seconds before exhaling. Waiting thirty seconds, in which I continued to breathe with Hawk, I took another puff of my inhaler and finally, finally felt my lungs open fully, the panic all but disappear, and my embarrassment rush full-throttle over me. "Nice to meet you, Hawk. My name’s Kelly and I’m beyond embarrassed right now because I really wanted you to think I was sexy, not needy. You know, if you’re gay—"
Contest Three-for-One Win a Free Copy of Cabin for Two Anthology
It’s Monday and it’s a three-in-one contest day since I didn’t put anything up on Saturday and Sunday for the contest. Remember that you can win a free copy of the Cabin for Two Anthology if you answer correctly, pimp the blog and visit the the sites/blogs of my fellow authors and leave a comment. If you get the bonus questions correct you have the chance to win a free copy of any book from my backlist.
So here we go!
Who played Jake Sommers in “California Dreams” and on what episode did Jake and Tiffany (played by Kelly Packard) finally get together (the first time)?
Who played Sylvester Winkle on “California Dreams” and who was his love interest in Seasons 4 and 5 of the show?
And finally: California Dreams was a show that centered around a group of friends who were in a band together. Name the band members and five songs they sang during the course of the show.
*Bonus question* The cast of California Dreams reunited on a late night talk show. Which one was it, what day did it air and what song did they perform?
So, while talking with fellow author Freddy MacKay, about Ethan’s Earl, I mentioned that there were two friends of mine who I found hilarious that I use to inspire certain characters. I made mention that if they were in the same book that the (and I quote) “shit would be funny as fuck.” So, Freddy MacKay responded with: “They would drive their Dom nuts.” And thus, another book was born.
It is the prequel to The Dom: Mark Me, entitled “Chain Me” and I started writing it today and in one hour had already written 2400 words. It will be a novella and, because it’s me, will be out probably before the other works on my schedule.
Here is the first chapter. Let me know what you guys think.
Until next time Vicksters!
Ahijit Gupta Khan sat at the bar, his eyes trained on the dance floor. His gaze took in the gyrating bodies, cataloging and dismissing most of the ones he saw. The young man, Vicktor, seated next to him squirmed in his seat and Ahijit, called Jit by his close friends, only two people, smirked. He didn’t often take on new Doms, especially not ones as green as Vicktor, but there was something about the young man that made him think that perhaps there was something there. Vicktor had all the makings to be a great Dom. If he could ever stop fidgeting. “Stop moving, Vicktor,” Jit said with a menacing growl. Vicktor froze, mid-fidget and settled back down in his seat. This would have been so much easier to accomplish if Jit had his own sub, but he’d just released his most recent one. It hadn’t been an easy decision on his part, he never liked getting rid of subs, always believed that every sub could be trained but Kevin had been untrainable. At least by him. And as the foremost expert on BDSM training, that was saying a lot. “Why can’t we just pick one and go with them?” Vicktor asked naively. Jit laughed and shook his head. “It doesn’t work like that. You don’t just walk up to someone and tell them you’re going to tie them up and flog them,” Jit responded. “Why not? It’s what you did to me,” Vicktor argued hotly. Jit laughed boisterously, remembering the moment he’d met Vicktor fondly. They’d both been at a BDSM party, though Jit had been a seasoned member and Vicktor had definitely been a newbie. His wide eyes as he took in the sights and sounds of people engaged in different aspects of a scene had been both amusing and intriguing to Jit. He’d walked over and introduced himself to the tall, broad-shouldered black man, Vicktor’s black hair pulled back in a ponytail. “Your name is what? Ahchoo?” Vicktor had responded and Jit had barely restrained the growl from rising in his throat. “Ah-jeet,” he’d pronounced. “Ah-jeet Goop-ta Ka-ahn.” “Ah-jeet Goop-ta Ka-ahn,” Vicktor had repeated. “My name is Vicktor. Vicktor Parthings.” Jit had nodded and smiled back at the younger man before brushing his fingers along the black man’s forearm. He chuckled darkly at the shiver that rushed through Vicktor’s frame. “So tell me Vicktor Parthings. Are you a Dom or a sub?” he’d questioned, knowing what the other man was just from the way he’d stood in the room. Feet spread shoulder width apart, hands held at his side, shoulders pushed back, head held high, eyes missing nothing. Vicktor looked like the most in control Dom Ahijit had ever seen, next to himself of course. He’d been determined in that moment to be the one to train Vicktor to be the best Dom he could be, but first… “Um… which one is which again?” Vicktor questioned nervously. Ahijit stepped close to the young man and whispered in his ear. “I’m going to take you home and tie you up to my bed, flog you and then fuck you into the mattress.” The sound of shock and outrage that exploded out of the man was quickly followed by hands shoving him away. “Hell no!” Vicktor explained and Ahijit had done nothing but grin. “I didn’t think so. But just so you know, you will never learn how to be a good Dom until you first learn what it is to be a good sub,” he’d instructed the panting young man, with clenched fists. Ahijit knew he’d have to eventually get to the bottom of Vicktor’s issues with being tied up and flogged, but that would come in due time. He’d turned away from the still upset young man and like clockwork heard Vicktor’s soft question. “C-can you teach me?” And that brought them to where they were. Seated at the bar of Mack’s Bar, trying to find a sub or two for a few scenes. Subs to train Vicktor on how to be a Dom, know that he knew what it meant to be a sub. Ahijit had taken Vicktor on as a sub for two weeks. Two of the hardest weeks in his life as a Dom. Vicktor hadn’t wanted to take instruction, each step had taken countless lashes, smacks with the cane, and restraints. It was with a sigh of relief that the second week started with Vicktor on his knees, hands folded behind his back, head lowered, in a perfect position of submission, waiting for Ahijit’s instruction. At the end of the two weeks Vicktor knew for a fact that he was not a sub trying to be a Dom and Ahijit had been sure that it was time to train Vicktor with his own sub. Now he just had to find one. “You were a special case,” Ahijit pointed out to Vicktor, laughing along with the other man. “My parents have been telling me that my whole life,” Vicktor joked. Ahijit opened his mouth to retort when his eyes zeroed in on two men dancing together in the middle of the dance floor. They moved together, looking like a couple, one of them with long blond curls to his shoulders, the other with brown hair in a crew cut style. The blond was tall and thin, though Ahijit would wager he was still shorter than his own 6’4” frame. The brunet was petite, Ahijit would bet he barely hit 5’5” on the chart and looked as if he barely weighed a hundred and ten on the scale. Both men looked as if a stiff wind would blow them away. Both men looked as if a good fuck would break them. They were perfect. It wasn’t that Ahijit wanted to break them, or even that he would allow Vicktor to break them, but while it was obvious that they were a couple, they were both in need of another man, a third man to dominate them. Another man to take care of them, guide them, instruct them. A third man to keep them standing and grounded. And Ahijit was the perfect man for them. No, wait. Vicktor was the perfect man for them. Yeah, that’s what he’d meant to say. Because he was going to dominate them in order to teach Vicktor how to be a Dom and Vicktor would be the one to take them on at the end of his training. That was the way Ahijit was taught and it was the way he would train his own student. The two men were for Vicktor, not him. No sir, no way. And the fact that it was his collars that he could see decorating the necks of both men was merely because of the fact that he hadn’t had his own sub for a while. That was it. “Jit?” Vicktor’s voice penetrated the fog in his mind and Ahijit blinked and turned to look into the worried gaze of the young, black man. “Those two,” he nodded toward the two gorgeous men grinding on the dance floor without answering his unspoken question. He watched as Vicktor’s gaze swung to the dance floor and then widened. Ahijit’s fist clenched as Vicktor’s nostrils flared as if he smelled something delicious, a low moan rumbling up from his chest. This was what he wanted, what he was counting on, in fact. He would train Vicktor with the two gorgeous men if they were agreeable and then when it was over, he would walk away and Vicktor would keep the subs. It’s what a good Dom trainer would do and that’s what he was. Regardless of how much he wished it were different.
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Travis Jake Caballero looked over at the two men at the bar surreptitiously and smiled back at Etan. “They’re still watching us,” he pointed out to his boyfriend, his cock jerking at the intense gaze coming from the barrel-chested Middle Eastern man whose gaze was undressing them from a distance. “Good. Let’s give them something to watch then,” Etan said before shoving his hands down Travis’s pants. “Oh god,” he moaned as Etan’s index finger tapped against his clenching hole. He and Etan Henry Davidovsky had been together for five years and were still looking for that third person to complete them. The two of them had met as juniors in high school and had been inseparable ever since. It had taken them a year before they’d finally gotten together, which was mainly because of Etan’s uber-religious parents. Travis had been afraid they were going to send his best friend and lover to a “rehab” clinic when they walked into Etan’s bedroom only to find their son’s cock buried deep in Travis’s ass. Etan’s mother had squeaked out in horror and his father had roared for them to get dressed and come downstairs. They had gotten dressed and gone downstairs… as soon as they’d both cum and cleaned up afterwards. They had rationalized that if Etan were going to be put in a rehab and Travis jailed for statutory rape (he was eighteen to Etan’s seventeen), that they weren’t going to do it without busting a nut first. So they’d walked downstairs, prepared to face the firing squad, only to be surprised that Etan’s parents had been angry because he’d kept it from them. After being sufficiently horrified when his parents had given them papers they’d printed from online about “homosexual sex,” “STDs,” and “using condoms and lube,” the two boys had come out to Travis’s parents and all of their friends. Their story was a lot different from that of other gay teens that they knew, both sets of parents being completely supportive, and for that they were forever grateful. While their parents were supportive of their relationship, they were pretty sure that they would all be opposed to them not only inviting a third person into their relationship, but being involved in the BDSM Lifestyle. They knew that the time would come when they would have to confess to their parents that their tastes didn’t run as “gay vanilla” as they thought it did. They were a lot more kinky than they’d ever expect. “Fuck baby, you feel good,” Etan whispered against his throat and Travis shivered, turning to press his back against his man’s chest. He trained his eyes on the hazel ones of the gorgeous tanned stranger who watched them intently and lowered his jeans until his ass was exposed to Etan. He moaned when the Middle Eastern man licked his lips as he watched them and felt the press of Etan’s naked cock against the crease of his ass. The two of them had foregone using condoms after their first year together and Travis always looked forward to feeling of Etan’s bare cock sliding into his ass. Etan’s finger pulling out the butt plug made him moan, but the press of his lover’s cock into his ass had Travis groaning in pleasure. He bent over slightly and hissed out a breath as Etan bottomed out inside of him. He dropped his head forward and closed his eyes as pleasure swamped his sense before lifting his head and finding his gaze trapped by the very man they were performing for. He and Etan loved having sex in public and were true exhibitionists, but having sex in the middle of the dance floor, to the pleasure of a complete stranger was a first for them. “God sweetheart, he’s touching his cock through his pants,” Travis panted as Etan slowly and deeply pushed and pulled his cock in and out of Travis’s channel. “Fuck that’s hot,” Etan responded. Travis could do nothing but nod, all his powers of speech leaving him in a woosh as Etan pegged his prostate again and again. “I can’t hold on E,” Travis warned, the tingling at the base of his spine letting him know that he was on the verge of exploding all over the dance floor. “Hold on baby, wait for me,” Etan pleaded. Travis panted and shook his head, before nodding. “Okay.” His breath caught in his lungs as the sexy Middle Eastern man, who was built like the love child of a soldier and a bodybuilder, stood to his feet and headed straight for them, a sexy tall, broad-shouldered, extremely muscled black man with long black hair following him. Travis noticed the black man, but he only had eyes for the sexy Middle Eastern man with the curly, black hair, chiseled jaw and kissable lips. He watched the sexy man who came and stopped right in front of him. Travis looked up at him, licking his lips and moaning when the other man unzipped his pants without a word. When the stranger pulled out his long, thick cock Travis groaned while Etan simultaneously moaned. “You boys are very bad, having sex on the dance floor. I think you need to be spanked,” the smooth, velvety voice said. “W-who is going to be the one to spank us?” Travis stuttered. His fingers twitched with the urge to grab onto the other man’s trim waist and suck the tanned cock down his throat. “Depends on how bad you are. If you’re just a little bad, it will be my friend Vicktor here, but if you’re really bad then it will be me,” the stranger said. Travis wanted his name, he was desperate for it, but he knew that they had to prove themselves worthy of receiving it. “We’re really, really bad, Sir,” Etan responded when Travis remained silent, his gaze focused on the stranger’s leaking dick. “Prove it,” the stranger said. Without another thought, Travis lowered his head and sucked the man’s cock deep into his mouth.
I’m being interviewed over at SJD Peterson’s blog today about being a reader at GRL last year and my anticipation for being an author at GRL this year. I’m so excited that I get to kick it off, as she’s doing a GRL feature this month on her blog. I’d appreciate it if you would go and leave a comment.
For everyone who leaves a comment, you will be entered into a contest to win a paperback copy of my upcoming release, Elian, from my The Marriage Groups series (MMMM) which is the prequel to my LiAW story, “Steamy” for the Goodreads M/M Romance Group’s summer anthology.
When Eeirena is summoned by her brother Eeian for help regarding his mate, Thomas, she is at first resentful that he has found the man he is destined to be with. But when she begins to have visions and dreams about her own mate, who lives in the human realm, Eeirena searches high and low for a solution. Finally finding the answer she races through the veil, where she collides with her brother Eeian, closing off the veil to anyone wanting to enter and limiting those who want to leave to other locations. Eeirena also comes through the veil as a man and becomes Eeiren, something he always felt he was meant to be.
Philip Sands enjoyed his job as a manager at McDonald’s. He enjoyed the home he owned in Tonawanda. He didn’t enjoy being single and alone and dreaming about the man of his dreams. So when Eeiren steps into his store, Philip finds himself instantly smitten and desperate for the man he’s been dreaming about for a long time.
But when Philip finds out Eeiren’s many secrets: that he’s Fae, royalty, a Seer and used to be a woman, will he be able to handle it or will he reject his mate, thereby putting Eeiren’s life at risk? Or will he realize that in the end all that matters is that Eeiren is living his truth? And when secrets are revealed about Philip’s own past, will he be able to handle the information his own parents kept from him and will that affect him taking his place at Eeiren’s side as they continue to search for the people responsible for abducting paranormals, supernaturals, and magicals and selling them off?