Wednesday WiPs…
First off, stop by Beautiful to see tons more great pics. 🙂 It’s very eye-opening.
Second, I’m starting to work on edits of Out of Bounds, a contemporary that will be coming out in April next year at Samhain. I’ll give you a quick sneak peek at it on Friday. Woo-hoo!
So on to the WiPs I have going (or at least the four main ones…lol):
Home of his Own: 38,753/50,000 (232 words)
Dreaming of Dragons: 652/50,000 (0 words)
Devil’s Addiction: 30,436/50,000 (263 words)
Where the Devil Dances: 9,079/50,000 (1,921 words)
That gives me 2,416 words for the week. Bit slow, but I did do edits on Understanding Forgiveness as well. (which can be found at Aspen Mountain Press..release date Oct. 19th)
I wrote 33, 804 words during the month of September and added to my running total gives me 281, 613 words for the year so far. I slowed down a little as the end of the month got closer.
Well, I hope you all have a great Wednesday.
Second, I’m starting to work on edits of Out of Bounds, a contemporary that will be coming out in April next year at Samhain. I’ll give you a quick sneak peek at it on Friday. Woo-hoo!
So on to the WiPs I have going (or at least the four main ones…lol):
Home of his Own: 38,753/50,000 (232 words)
Dreaming of Dragons: 652/50,000 (0 words)
Devil’s Addiction: 30,436/50,000 (263 words)
Where the Devil Dances: 9,079/50,000 (1,921 words)
That gives me 2,416 words for the week. Bit slow, but I did do edits on Understanding Forgiveness as well. (which can be found at Aspen Mountain Press..release date Oct. 19th)
I wrote 33, 804 words during the month of September and added to my running total gives me 281, 613 words for the year so far. I slowed down a little as the end of the month got closer.
Well, I hope you all have a great Wednesday.
Poetry Train….
Here’s the cover for the anthology I’m in that’s coming out in October. 🙂 Yep, Emily’s in there with me. Woo-Hoo! Can’t imagine how I got so lucky. Shoot. I thought I had a blurb written up somewhere, but it must be on my computer at home. Or else I told myself I needed to write one and never did..lol.
But I thought I post an excerpt from Understanding Forgiveness…my story. It’s a sweet story…no sex really. Just tension. Having my heroes have sex didn’t really seem to fit in the overall story. I did write UF after I finished Stealing Life and I couldn’t keep those two guys away from each other. I think I went into overload…lol. 😉
Here you go:
But I thought I post an excerpt from Understanding Forgiveness…my story. It’s a sweet story…no sex really. Just tension. Having my heroes have sex didn’t really seem to fit in the overall story. I did write UF after I finished Stealing Life and I couldn’t keep those two guys away from each other. I think I went into overload…lol. 😉
Here you go:
The buzz of conversation had quieted when he arrived. He silently counted the seconds waiting for someone to get the nerve to approach him. Five minutes later, someone sat across from him.
“Hi, I’m Basil.”
Mason looked up to see a thin young man sitting in front of him. Shooting a glance over his shoulder, Mason saw Lisa watching them with a worried expression. He wondered if she was afraid he’d attack or hurt Basil in some way. Mason frowned. Being isolated from human or shifter contact made him gruff and unable to deal with idiots, but he still knew enough to be polite to people when he needed to be.
Basil’s shoulder length hair gleamed black as a raven’s wing. Bright shiny black eyes stared at him with curiosity. Those eyes combined with the prominent nose and tilted head conjured images of a crow.
“Mason.” He didn’t offer his hand. Basil looked so fragile, Mason was afraid he’d break a bone by shaking hands with the man.
“Right. The new one Zev and Doc brought in.” Basil’s head bobbed.
“Guess so. Where are they?” He wondered why they weren’t eating with the rest.
“Zev stopped by earlier. He doesn’t like all the noise. Too many people. Too much talking.” Basil shrugged. “Doc had a rough night. We won’t see him until lunch or maybe even supper.”
“Rough night?”
Basil leaned in as he was sharing a classified secret. “He’s sick and sometimes he has bad nights because of it.”
“Sick? What illness?” Mason thought of how he’d breathed in the doctor’s air last night. Shifters were pretty immune to most diseases, but he didn’t want to risk catching anything.
“No one knows, but it isn’t communicable. At least no one’s gotten sick since coming here.” Basil plucked an apple from Mason’s plate. “What kind are you?”
“Kind?” Mason felt a hiss rise in his throat. He didn’t like sharing, but he fought the urge to rip the apple out of Basil’s hands. There was more food and the man didn’t know how possessive Mason was.
“Animal? Breed? Species?” Basil pointed to himself. “I’m a raven.”
“I’d never have guessed that,” Mason said with a slight smile.
“It’s pretty obvious. Jess, over there, is a monkey.”
Mason looked over to where Basil gestured. A brunette woman nodded to them both as she grabbed a bowl full of fruit. Aside from the fruit though, there was nothing to hint at what she shifted into. A petite woman pulling wiggling bugs from a pan and swallowing them caught Mason’s gaze. He gagged.
“Yeah, it takes a while to get used to watching Fern eat.” Basil lobbed the apple core at Fern.
The woman flipped them the finger as she stuck a cricket in her mouth. Mason turned around before he lost his appetite.
“Fern’s an amphibian. Hey, what kind are you, Fern?” Basil yelled at the lady who calmly flipped them off again. “Fern’s not much of a talker. Oh right, she’s a green tree frog.”
“A tree frog? What the fuck was Von Mertz smoking when he mixed those genes?”
Mason turned to his right as a huge man sat down next to him. The stranger stuck his hand out and said, “I’m Boris and I’m a bear.”
“Yes, I can see you are.” Mason shook the large hand and managed not to whimper as Boris squeezed his bones together.
“Boris, you’re doing it again.” Basil tapped Boris on the arm.
“Oh sorry. Sometimes I forget.” Boris released Mason’s hand.
Mason wiggled all his fingers, making sure they all worked. “No problem, man. What are you doing here? I can’t see a lot of naturals messing with you.”
“I don’t have any control over my change. When I get mad or excited, I tend to shift and then things get nasty. It’s easier here. Less pressure and if I make a mistake, my hide’s not likely to end up spread out in front of someone’s fireplace.” Boris’ moustache twitched as the man chuckled.
Mason couldn’t believe how brown and hairy the man was. It looked as if the bear genes almost overrode the human genes in Boris’ body.
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Mason is the shifter and the doctor mentioned in this excerpt is Heinrich Gunther, a doctor with an interesting secret himself. 🙂
Don’t forget to stop by Rhian’s blog to check out the other poetry train stops.
Don’t forget to stop by Rhian’s blog to check out the other poetry train stops.
Blogging at SEx….
Hey everyone…stop by over at SEx to see the unedited and new excerpt I posted from Tony’s story. 🙂
Enjoy the wet eye candy and hope you have a great day.
Pimping Books…
I haven’t read this book yet, but I read Sedonia’s first book in this series, His Beautiful Samurai and enjoyed it. So I’ll definitely be reading Beautiful Samurai, White Tiger. I love the cover. 🙂
Stop by Sedonia’s website to check and see what else she has coming out.
Anne Cain (cover goddess extraordinare) and her equally talented writing partner, Barbara Sheridan have a new book out at Loose-Id. Parallel Process looks good as well. Haven’t read it, but it’s definitely on my list of to be read. 🙂
Plus Anne has two new books coming out soon. (Solo books at that.) Pawprints at Loose-Id and On Wings of Blue from Samhain. I was fortunate enough to get a sneak peek at OWoB and I have to say it’s a wonderful story. It has a very Fairy tale feel to it and you have to check out the cover. Yum. Pawprints has an adorable cover as well.
There are several books coming out in October, so I won’t be short on pimping books, that’s for sure.
Hope you all have a wonderful Friday. 🙂
Wednesday’s WiPs
Well another week almost over with. And another month close to being done. Yikes! Why is it flying so fast? I don’t think I’m having that much fun. 🙂
I thought I’d give you an idea of how many stories I actually have going at one time. There are four that I’ll be working on more than the others. Those four will be in dark red. The other four are ones I work on when I hit a wall or snag in the other four. Those will be in blue. 😉
Here you go:
Home of his Own: 38,521/50,000 (2 words)
Devil’s Addiction: 30,173/50,000 (332 words)
Where the Devil Dances: 7,158/50,000 (1,302 words)
Dreaming of Dragons: 652/50,000 (652 words)
Which gives me a total of 2,288 words for the week. Not bad. Have to do more work on Tony’s story and DA, but all in all, pretty decent total for me.
Here are the other four:
The Scarab Beetle: 8,358/50,000
Kouchou: 2,710/35,000
To Hell with the Devil: 5,304/45,000
High Line: 8,471/50,000
Like I said, the last four are ones I work on when I hit a snag on the first four or when I’m somewhere without computer access, so I write in my journal. But they also are ones I’ve just started which is why the word counts on rather low on them. 🙂
Hope you have a great day.
Poetry Train…
Check out Rhian’s blog to see who else is traveling on the train today. 🙂
Here’s my contribution:
The ground shakes
As the bombs explode,
Lighting up the night sky.
I think of the boy I love
While huddled in the shelter
Waiting for morning.
He fights a war
He doesn’t believe in
And he longs for it to end.
He’s not English
Nor American.
He is German.
Forced to fight
Or go to a camp
From which he’d never return.
I embrace myself,
Remembering his arms around me
And wishing I’d told him I loved him.
But we don’t speak of love
Not now.
Not in this Germany.
Morning light shines through the window.
I have survived another night.
I pray my love lives as well.
copyright 2007. T.A. Chase
Delayed
Due to a slight emergency at work, I haven’t been able to post the next installment of Where the Devil Dances. 🙁I promise I’ll get it up as soon as possible. If not today, then it will definitely be up tomorrow. Sorry about the delay, everyone.
Wednesday WiPs
Anyone need a car wash? 🙂
Wow…September is half over. Where did it go? Ugh! Haven’t accomplished nearly everything I wanted to get done. Too many irons in the fire, I guess. Might need to scale some things down, so I can get at least one story done this month…lol
Here’s the word count:
Home of His Own: 38,519/50,000 (2,289 words)
Devil’s Addiction: 29,841/50,000 (0 words)
Where the Devil Dances: 5,856/ 50,000 (2,451 words)
Giving me a total of 4,704 for the week. Though I did type in what I’d written out of The Scarab Beetle (paranormal story about step-brothers) and that netted me 8k or so of words, but it doesn’t get included with the three main stories. I do keep a total of all the words I write during a week (Mon-Sun) and then add them all up for a monthly total. Yeah, I’m weird that way. I guess I like to see that I’m actually doing something and getting stories written. 🙂
We’ll see what I’ll be working on in the next day or so…lol Have a great day.
Wow…September is half over. Where did it go? Ugh! Haven’t accomplished nearly everything I wanted to get done. Too many irons in the fire, I guess. Might need to scale some things down, so I can get at least one story done this month…lol
Here’s the word count:
Home of His Own: 38,519/50,000 (2,289 words)
Devil’s Addiction: 29,841/50,000 (0 words)
Where the Devil Dances: 5,856/ 50,000 (2,451 words)
Giving me a total of 4,704 for the week. Though I did type in what I’d written out of The Scarab Beetle (paranormal story about step-brothers) and that netted me 8k or so of words, but it doesn’t get included with the three main stories. I do keep a total of all the words I write during a week (Mon-Sun) and then add them all up for a monthly total. Yeah, I’m weird that way. I guess I like to see that I’m actually doing something and getting stories written. 🙂
We’ll see what I’ll be working on in the next day or so…lol Have a great day.
Poetry Train…
(This picture was created by the lovely Lisa Andel. It represents Azrael, one of my heroes in my slightly twisted story, To Hell with the Devil.)
Don’t forget to stop by Rhian’s blog to see who else hopped on the train today.
You’ve probably read excerpts from the story on Mondays before. It started as a series of Flash Fiction shorts at the SEx blog. I turned it into a story about Archelaus, the new master of Hell and Azrael, the angel of death. It’s not finished yet, but it’s different from what I’ve written. Arch is extremely sarcastic, so there’s a lot of smart ass humor in it. I haven’t written much about Azrael, so his personality isn’t as strong to me. Also, it’ll be done in the same vein as Angel’s Evolution. First person point of view and present tense. 🙂 I thought I’d give you an taste of the story.
Here you go: (hot mansex involved in excerpt…don’t read if that bothers you or you’re at work.)
I stare at the boy, thinking the kid would grow up to be fucking gorgeous. Go me for letting him live. The screaming is beginning to give me a headache though, so I give the kid a push out of the accident, making sure he falls safely to the grass out of the way.
Don’t forget to stop by Rhian’s blog to see who else hopped on the train today.
You’ve probably read excerpts from the story on Mondays before. It started as a series of Flash Fiction shorts at the SEx blog. I turned it into a story about Archelaus, the new master of Hell and Azrael, the angel of death. It’s not finished yet, but it’s different from what I’ve written. Arch is extremely sarcastic, so there’s a lot of smart ass humor in it. I haven’t written much about Azrael, so his personality isn’t as strong to me. Also, it’ll be done in the same vein as Angel’s Evolution. First person point of view and present tense. 🙂 I thought I’d give you an taste of the story.
Here you go: (hot mansex involved in excerpt…don’t read if that bothers you or you’re at work.)
I stare at the boy, thinking the kid would grow up to be fucking gorgeous. Go me for letting him live. The screaming is beginning to give me a headache though, so I give the kid a push out of the accident, making sure he falls safely to the grass out of the way.
“Why do that?”
I look up to see Azrael standing next to the mangled Dodge Charger. While he stares at me, he reaches out to touch an older man. The man jerks and the light fades from his eyes.
“Why do what?” I turn, appreciating the chaos and death all around me.
“Why save him?” He points his chin at the kid.
“Why not?” I sit my ass on the Charger’s trunk, swinging my legs as the ambulance sirens get close to us.
“It doesn’t really fit your image.” He touches a hand hanging out of a broken window.
“Saving a kid?” I shrug. “I’m not interested in dragging his squalling ass down to hell with me.”
“You rule hell. Aren’t you supposed to cause mayhem, fear and death wherever you go?” The angel moves towards a lump of metal that used to be a Honda Civic.
“No matter what you think, I didn’t cause this freaking accident. Heavens, I have better things to do with my time than run around causing humans to lose control of their cars while talking on their cell phones and trying to eat a cheeseburger.”
His raised eyebrow and skeptical look makes me shrug.
“Okay, so I might have had something to do with it.” I look up towards the start of the accident scene where a semi-truck lay on its side. “The truck driver was just so cute and I could read all those nasty thoughts he was having about forcing the hitch-hiker he picked up to give him a blow-job. I figured I’d give him one while he was driving. Not my fault he can’t come and drive at the same time.”
Azrael shakes his head and sighs. “But all these other people? Why cause their deaths and injuries?”
I’m tired of him questioning me. I’m the ruler of hell and earth. It’s my right to do whatever I want with these stupid mortals. No one, not even an angel, has the right to question me.
Jumping down from the car, I stalk towards him, anger swirling inside me. The bright blue sky darkens and the wind picks up, blowing the acidic smell of gasoline and fire around us. I poke his chest, piercing his pale skin with my claw. He hisses as pain and pleasure mixes in his eyes. I lean forward, baring my fangs in a snarl.
“I’ll tell you why I didn’t kill that boy. I don’t take innocent souls into hell with me, Azrael. There are dark and evil souls lined up to enter my realm when they die. Souls who have made the conscious choice to hurt others.” I press my claw in until I can feel his beating heart. “See, I feel no remorse in killing the trucker who would have raped his passenger.”
With my other hand, I gesture to the old man he’d touched minutes earlier. “I don’t have a problem causing the death of a bitter old man who threw his daughter out of his house because she got pregnant by a black man. A bitter old man who always bragged about his charitable heart.”
“There are innocents in this wreckage, Archelaus.” His words are faint.
My anger fills the air around us with heat and oppressive smoke. I can tell his lungs burn with the effort of breathing. I glare at him.
“I don’t care about the innocents. Let your brethren take them. It matters not to me who they were or what they’ve done in their lives. Heaven’s gates open wide for them, but for those like us, there is no sanctuary. No haven to ease our pain and wickedness.”
I grasp his shoulder and bear down, forcing him to his knees. I remove my finger from his chest. I paint his lips with his own blood before I free my cock from its denim prison. Wiping the rest of the red liquid on my prick, I place the bulbous head at his mouth.
“Suck me.”
My command cuts through the control he struggles with. I know he fights the craving for what I can give him. Tilting my hips, I pressed my prick against his bottom lip.
“Suck me.” I flash my fangs at him and he shivers.
Azrael’s mouth opens and sucks me in. My head falls forward, resting my chin on my chest as I stare down into his blue eyes. His tongue swirls around my shaft and searches out every atom of the blood. I bury my fingers in his auburn curls to hold his head still while I start to fuck his mouth. His cheeks hollow as he applies more suction. He presses the flat of his tongue to the throbbing vein on the underside of my cock and I snarl. I feel the scrape of his teeth on my sensitive tip.
The wail of the sirens buzz in my ears. I snap my hips harder and faster. Humming, he reaches up to grip my hips. I tug on his hair, bringing his gaze up to me and I shake my head.
“No touching for you.”
Lust blazes in his eyes and his eyelids droop, blocking his stare from me. I tug on his hair, harder this time. His eyes bright with anger, he glares at me.
“I want to see your eyes.”
I see his consent in the slight quirk of his lips. Azrael starts rocking in time with my thrusts. I take a quick peek down at his groin and see his hand wrapped around his cock. He’s jerking off while I take his mouth.
My balls tingle and draw tight to my body. “Soon, my angel.”
He winks, sucks me down to the base and when the head of my cock hits the back of his throat, he swallows.
“Fuck. Now.” I flood his mouth with cum.
He drinks it down without protest and a soft moan works its way out as he shoots his spunk all over the ground.
“Hey you two.”
The shout shocks me out of my post-climax bliss. Jerking Azrael to his feet, I stuff my limp cock back into my pants as I turn. A cop stalks towards us.
“Shit. The cops. We gotta get out of here.”
I fasten my hand around the angel’s wrist and disappear, waving at the stunned policeman as we fade out of sight.
Pimping Fridays….
Alas, no books to pimp today. I didn’t read any this week. 🙂 And today is really busy…lol.So I’ll try and post a pic for you all over the weekend. Maybe give you some news about some of my stories.
If any of you have books you’ve read and would like to recommend, feel free to post them in the comment section. Even if they’re m/f and you liked them, it’s okay to say so. 🙂
Have a great Friday, everyone.
