T. A. Chase

Monday again.

Another work week. Yay! I hope everyone’s weekend was enjoyable. All in all, mine was good. I got at least one new scene done for Angel’s story. Plus some writing done on a few other stories as well.

I’m not going to be near a computer for most of the day. Busy around here for the summer. 🙂 Hope everyone has a great day.

“Violence can only be concealed by a lie. And the lie can only be maintained by violence.”—Alexander Solzehnitsyn

Monday, June 19th, 2006, by , Filed under: Uncategorized| | 5 Comments

Lazy Sunday

This is all I feel like doing today…lazying around on the couch and doing nothing. But have to make appearances at C’s dad’s house for brunch.

Well, I didn’t get much written last night. Spent more time watching junk on tv than actual writing. I’m not really pressed for time, so that’s okay. As long as I get Part 14 done to cover next week’s two scenes, I’ll be all right.

Hope everyone has a great day.

“Family isn’t about whose blood you have. It’s about who you care about.”–Trey Parker and Matt Stone

Sunday, June 18th, 2006, by , Filed under: Uncategorized| | 8 Comments

Heat Wave

Well..just got back from golfing. Didn’t do too bad. It’s going to get hot around here this weekend, so I plan on spending a great deal of time inside.

C is heading to a Springsteen concert tonight. Without me..the jerk. lol. Actually a friend of his reviews concerts for a local newspaper and had an extra ticket. Hope it cools off a little for him.

I’ll be working on Angel’s story tonight along with a few other ideas. That way I’ll be able to keep up with posting two scenes a week now. 🙂 So make sure you stop by every Tuesday and Thursday to see what Angel and Greyson are doing.

Hope your Saturday is cooler than mine.

“Justice is truth in action.”—Benjamin Disraeli

Saturday, June 17th, 2006, by , Filed under: Uncategorized| | 4 Comments

Happy Friday

Russell Wong. He plays one of the bad guys in Romeo Must Die (starring the awesomely talented Jet Li). Isn’t he yummy? If only he were half-Japanese, instead of Chinese, he’d be perfect as the inspiration for Raiden Smith in my Dining With Alexander story I’m going to start working on soon. lol

I’m feeling a little better except instead of allegeries, I think I had a cold and I made C sick now. Oh well. He gets me sick more often than I do him..paybacks and everything.

Angel’s Seduction is coming right along. Got Part 14 done. I’ll be writing another scene that’s popped into my mind and Angel has surprised me. I knew he had it in him all along..lol. But that’s later down his journey.

Well, not only is No Going Home on the Coming Soon page at Liquid Silver…it’s actually listed on the Book Release Schedule. Yay! So it might be out in July. No definite date yet, but I’ll keep everyone posted.

Hope everyone has a great Friday.

“I’ve grown certain that the root of all fear is that we’ve been forced to deny who we are.”–Frances Moore Lappe

Friday, June 16th, 2006, by , Filed under: Uncategorized| | 4 Comments

Angel’s Seduction-Part Ten

(Since I don’t feel good and can’t think of an interesting post..lol. I’ll give you a treat. The next part to Angel’s Seduction)

Angel’s Seduction copyrighted (c) 2006 T.A. Chase

Part Ten-

The shadows hold demons. Things I’ve always known existed, yet have never seen. Hands grasp me, trying to pull me deep into their hell.

Footsteps sound behind me. My mind cries out in fear. They are coming for me. Chains and whips are being prepared. I’ll be destroyed. Tripping, I sprawl. My clumsiness gives them a chance to catch me. Clawed hands reach for me.

“No,” I sob.

Their words are garbled. My mind pushed beyond endurance hides what they’re saying to me. My arms are grabbed.

I jerk away, scurrying to hide in the corner. I must still be in an alley for walls are closing in. Tucking my head under my arms, I turn my back to the demons. More scars will appear after they are finished.

“I’m sorry.”

The words drift on the dank night air. For a moment, I believe I utter them. I’ve spent all of my life apologizing for the very air I breath. One of the shadows kneels beside me and I cower further into the corner. I fear returning to my father more than I fear the touch of any demon.

“So sorry.”

Guilt fills those words, but they don’t come from me. With a caution born of numerous encounters, I raise my head enough to look the monster in the face.

A sad blue gaze stares back at me. He kneels in the filth and refuse littering the ground. He ignores the menacing shades gathering around us. He reaches out a trembling hand. I don’t back away.

“I’ve been selfish.” His smile is filled with anger, but it isn’t directed at me. “I pushed and led you where I wanted you to go. I never thought about you or your feelings.”

His naked palm cups my face. I close my eyes, nuzzling into his hand. He scares me. I’m frightened by the path he wishes me to travel. Yet for all my fear, I know he won’t hurt me. Not like my father does. My hurt will come when he realizes the true depth of my insanity and turns from me.

“Why?” I can’t help but ask.

“Why you?” His other hand encircles my waist and helps me stand.

I sense the presence of my uncle. Glancing around, I see him, waiting at the alley entrance. Though I can’t see his face, I detect something in the way he holds his body. It seems as if Uncle is concerned about me.

“Yes.” Actual sentences are beyond my tongue.

“I wish to tell you. To open my heart to you and let you see everything, but I would have you taken care of and tucked in bed. My pushing has taken a toll on you.” Greyson supports my body as we move towards the carriages.

Uncle makes no protest when Greyson helps me into his own carriage. I touch my uncle’s sleeve, letting him know I’m all right for that moment in time. My knees buckle and I sit, too tired to worry about being close to the duke.

“He’ll come home with me.” Greyson’s voice holds a subtle command.

I see my uncle nod. “It’s best. I can’t deny my brother entrance to my house, so he’ll be safe from his father with you.”

I feel my uncle’s gaze rest on me for a second but it’s too much effort to meet his eyes.

“Be gentle with him, Greyson. For all that he is an adult, his life has been lived in a prison of his father’s making. You’ll have to help him understand who he really is. You’ll have to undo years of abuse and brain washing.” Uncle reaches through the open door and squeezes my hand. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

I acknowledge his words. Maybe he can explain the hatred my father holds for us both. Greyson shakes Uncle’s hand and climbs in to sit beside me. His arm wraps around my shoulders and I settle as close to him as I can. His chin rests on my head. I feel his sigh ruffle my hair.

“Let’s go home, Angel. I’ll restore you to Heaven even if it means letting you go.”

I don’t believe those words. Deep inside my agony grows. I’m terrified. I have become too accustomed to hell to ever feel comfortable in Heaven.

Thursday, June 15th, 2006, by , Filed under: Uncategorized| | 15 Comments

It’s Wednesday

Yesterday was actually a crappy day. Allegeries kicked in and I ended up with a horrible headache. Along with a scratchy throat. So I stayed home and ended up watching a bunch of Japanese cartoons..like Howl’s Moving Castle with the yummy Christian Bale as the voice of Howl. C laughs at me because I like those movies, but there’s just something about them that makes me smile. 🙂

Wrote down some ideas for a horse racing story set in the 1940s after the war. Also a NASCAR story. We’ll see if either of them take off. Sometimes the idea sounds better than the actual story turns out to be.

I hope everyone has a great day.

“Freedom is not worth having if it does not include the freedom to make mistakes.”—Mahatma Gandhi

Wednesday, June 14th, 2006, by , Filed under: Uncategorized| | 6 Comments

Angel’s Seduction-Part Nine

Angel’s Seduction (c) 2006 T.A. Chase

Part Nine:

Exhaustion sets in. Shutting my eyes, I try to ignore my uncle sitting across from me in the carriage.

“I won’t bother you tonight, son, but we must talk. Greyson seems to have staked a claim and you need to make a decision.”

A decision? There’s nothing to decide really. I’ve burned bridges with my father. He’d disown me for sure now that Uncle has come to my aid. Besides even if fear holds me back from ever confessing my love to the Duke, I have made my decision not to hide the truth, at least not from myself.

“No choice. I’ll go to debtor’s prison before I set another foot in that house.” For the first time, courage has taken hold and forces me to cut the chains holding me down.

“Brave words. You’ve never lived without money or a roof over your head. Do you have the strength to reach out for what you want the most? Or has my brother beaten the heart out of you?”

I shrug and turn to look out the carriage window. I’m aware of the other vehicle traveling behind. Another carriage carrying my salvation or my doom. There’s no way of knowing which one he’ll be.

“Why?” The question explodes from my mouth. “Why are you helping me? I’m nothing.”

A sigh escapes my uncle’s lips. The faint light from the lantern on the outside of the carriage shows a suspicious shine in his eyes.

“History shouldn’t be allowed to repeat itself. Helping you might erase some black marks against me.”

A memory glimmers in my mind, but I can’t grasp it. I don’t understand and my head aches too much for me to pursue his words. My heart aches as well. I feel as if I’m wallowing in the ocean with no anchor. The darkness swirls and ebbs around me. Strange sounds fill my mind. The need to run rises in me. The voices mock me. They swear and abuse me. Mixed in with their insults are the burn of the lash and the cut of the knife. My back burns. No thought in my mind except to escape them.

The carriage stops. Without thinking, I throw open the door and jump. I run past Greyson’s carriage, ignoring the shouts of my uncle.

The sounds resolve themselves into words said in my father’s voice. Names he has called me since I was ten.

“Pervert.”

“Freak.”

“Monster.”

Each word cracks against my back. It flays my mind and all I can do is run. Running from pain. Fleeing from hate. There is no way anyone could care for me.

Demons nip at my heels, driving me farther from the light, deeper into the darkness. I glance over my shoulder to see who is chasing me.

Under the moonlight, Greyson stands watching me run away. He holds out a hand. Even though I’m too far away, I swear I hear him call out to me.

“Angel.”

I slip into an alleyway and it’s too late. I’m lost amongst the hopeless. Running from my terror, but also fleeing from his love.

Tuesday, June 13th, 2006, by , Filed under: Uncategorized| | 12 Comments

Come Have SEx with me

Hey everyone, I’m over at SEx, posting yummy eye candy and running a little contest. Stop by if you can, so I don’t feel lonely.

Remember tomorrow is more of Angel’s Seduction.

Have a great day everyone.

Monday, June 12th, 2006, by , Filed under: Uncategorized| | 10 Comments

Hello?

I guess I’m going to assume that either everyone was busy or blogger wouldn’t let anyone post a comment yesterday. Heck I go out of my way to post a happy gay man story, especially for Paige and she couldn’t even make a comment on it. *pout* Do I really suck that bad at happy stories? lol

Actually, Jenna got through and managed to post something..so thanks Jenna. 🙂

Well my cover for No Going Home has made it up on the Coming Soon page at Liquid Silver. So I’m one step closer to it being released. Woo-Hoo!

Worked on Two for One last night. It’s a little more difficult to write a story with three heroes. Really have to figure out where everyone is in a scene and also what their motives are. It helps that Brody and Simon have been in a committed relationship for fifteen years…so they’re solid with each other. Now I just have to fit Jack in.

Hope everyone has a great Sunday. 🙂

“Cats are smarter than dogs. You can’t get eight cats to pull a sled through the snow.”–Jeff Valdez

Sunday, June 11th, 2006, by , Filed under: Uncategorized| | 5 Comments

Dancing

Picture from Steve Walker and here’s your happy gay man, Paige. 😉

Dancing (c)2006 T.A. Chase

I love to sit on the edge of the floor and watch him dance. The music takes over his body and he moves with such grace. It’s as if he becomes water and allows the rhythm of the beat to take him where it wants to go.

He’ll dance to anything; salsa, rock, hip-hop. When the shirt comes off, I know it’s going to be a late night. I don’t mind because watching him dance is my second favorite thing to do in the entire world. You would think dancing with him would be my first, but I can’t dance to save my life. He’s tried to teach me, but I have two left feet and no ability to grasp the beat of the music.

His golden skin glistens under the strobe lights and I see the other guys starting to watch him as well. Soon he’ll have a crowd of them gathered around him, lusting after him. They’ll all be vastly better-looking than me. I’ll have to fight the urge to run out there and yell “Mine” at the top of my lungs. If I did that, he’d get a kick out of it.

I won’t though. Because I know he’s coming home with me, no matter how hard any of those boys try to catch his attention. He is mine and has been for nine years now. I don’t know why a gorgeous stud like him wants to stay with a plain regular guy like me, but hell, what do I care? He loves me and that’s all that matters.

The music slows and I see him glance around. Standing up, I move slowly through the crowd towards him. His face lights up in a bright smile when I drag my hand over his sweaty chest. My arms go around his shoulders, entwining my fingers in his dark hair. He pulls me close and his hands cup my ass. I sigh, resting my head on his chest, right over his heart.

The beat I find there is slow and steady. This is the music I love to dance to no matter where we are. His love makes me graceful.

Saturday, June 10th, 2006, by , Filed under: Uncategorized| | 48 Comments