Merry Monday
Okay…blogger won’t let me upload the picture I wanted to share with y’all today. So I’ll try again later on. 🙂I hope wherever you are, it’s sunny because it’s still gray and dreary here. Yuck! It’s starting to feel like winter all over again. (not coldwise..just not much sun).
Didn’t do much writing this weekend. C and I ran errands mostly. He’s taking off for a week and a half for business. So we had to get his stuff all ready to go. 🙁
I guess that just leaves me more time to write. Hopefully.
Check in later. I’ll try and post the pic then. 🙂
Have a great day, everyone.
“Pray that your loneliness may spur you into finding something to live for, great enough to die for.”—Dag Hammarskjold
Happy Mother’s Day
To everyone who is a mother…thanks for taking the risk and being willing to give a child life and a chance. A mother is truly one of the bravest people in the world. This is your day. Enjoy it with those you love.And for those of you who aren’t mothers… I hope you have a great day as well. 🙂
“Before you were conceived I wanted you
Before you were born I loved you
Before you were here an hour I would die for you
This is the miracle of life.”—Maureen Hawkins
Michael
For Jenna…Mr. Michael Buble. 🙂 He is rather yummy, don’t you think?
Writing is going all right. I just haven’t decided what story to actually focus on right now. Except for The Ball, I’ve been writing a scene or two for a bunch of different stories. I’m switching between contemporary, historical and fantasy. Eventually, I’ll pick one to work on exclusively. 🙂
It’s another dreary day here. Hope your day is sunnier. 🙂
“At the height of laughter, the universe is flung into a kaleidoscope of new possibilities.”—Jean Houston
It’s a rainy day…
and whenever it rains, I’m reminded of one of my favorite paintings. This is done by Steve Walker. Stop by his website to check out the rest of his stuff. Beautifully detailed and wonderfully evocative. 🙂 He has several paintings that will be inspiring stories by me.
I got more written on The Ball. I’m on Part Eight and things are changing for my hero and Greyson. Angel (my hero. It’s the name Greyson uses for him) is finding out he has a little more support than he thought. 🙂 So maybe there’s hope for this defeated young man.
Also, did more work on Rescued From Fear, my New Orleans story. One of these days, I’m acutally going to have to type the entire story in and see just how many words I have…lol. I have a bad habit of writing on whatever I can find when inspiration hits. That means I have tons of pieces of paper lying around with scenes written on them. So I have to go through and fit the pieces together and hope I get a coherent story from them.
I’ve also decided that once Angel and Greyson’s story is finished, I’ll let you pick what story I do next for my blog. When the time comes, you’ll get to meet four guys and learn a little about their stories. Then you’ll pick which two you want to learn more about. 🙂 Cool idea, huh?
I have to get back to slogging through this soggy day. Have a great and dry day, everyone.
“Perhaps the feelings that we experience when we are in love represent a normal state. Being in love shows a person who he should be.”–Anton Chekov
Happy Hunk Day!
Thank god it’s Wednesday. Only two more days until the weekend. Can you tell I’ve been having a great week so far?
This guy would look great draped over some black satin sheets, huh? 😉
I have nothing earth shattering or mentally stimulating to talk about today. I’ve been doing some writing on a story based in New Orleans. Love that city and I’m sure it’ll be back-not to its former glory-but far better and safer than it was.
Oh, I’ve been assigned an editor at Liquid Silver. So I have my first set of edits to look forward to. Yay! I’m hoping that my gay cowboy and his lover will be available for everyone to read by the end of June or maybe July. I’ll keep y’all posted on that.
Have a great day, everyone.
“The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science.”—Albert Einstein
The Ball- Part 3
The Ball (c) 2006 T.A. Chase
Part Three:
He moves towards me and I back up. His clean hands must not touch me. The memories I have of his touch disappear behind my fear of fouling his purity. The cool window glass presses against my back and the ridges of my scars serve to remind me of our differences
“No,” I whisper, holding my trembling hands out in front of me. Warning him to stay away.
His Grace looks at me and I see an emotion shining in them I can’t name. His voice slides over me like velvet. “I’ve seen you standing in the shadows. Aloof and unapproachable. Your eyes reflect nothing but what they want to see. Yet looking deeper into them, I see fear and longing. A fallen angel yearning for some glimpse of heaven.”
I shiver. How had he managed to read my thoughts? Is it possible that he knows he is the only heaven I ever want to embrace? My voice sticks in my throat. I can’t protest or move as he takes my shaking hands in his.
“So cold,” he murmurs, rubbing our hands together while his blue stare burns into my eyes.
I long to shut my eyes and block out his knowing gaze. I don’t want him to see my shame. I try to push him away. “No. Go.” My voice held no strength.
“Go?” He laughs softly. “I find I need another taste of you, my angel.”
Air brushes my lips. I breathe deep of his male scent. I harden and heat rushes through me. “Shouldn’t.” I sound like a fool, reduced to single word sentences, but my brain is shutting down with lust and fear.
“I have spent my life doing everything I should. It is time I start doing what I shouldn’t, but in doing so, give myself the greatest joy.” His hands creep up my arms. One goes around and cups the back of my head. The other slips to encircle my waist and tugs me close. Somehow his hand worms its way under my jacket to rest against the linen of my shirt.
I tense. His palm lies on the ridge of one of the scars crossing my back. He doesn’t seem to notice the outward signs of my demon soul. Our chests brush with each breath we take. My heart begins to pound and I find my gaze captured by his.
“Trust me,” he begs as his mouth takes mine.
Trust isn’t a word in my vocabulary. All of my life, those I’ve trusted have hurt me and turned from me. There is nothing left in my soul to allow me to trust his Grace, but the monster I harbor inside my heart wants just another taste of this man.
As he pulls me tighter to him, I place my hands on his shoulders. Blood pounds. Lust burns. My pulse roars in my ears. His mouth is firm, but he treats me like crystal. Maybe he senses I’ll shatter at the slightest wrong move. His tongue bathes my bottom lip. He uses my gasp as permission to stroke our tongues together.
My head reels from the taste of him. Angry voices whisper in my mind. I shake, tension seeping into my muscles. He brings our hips together. The pressure of his palm on my scar reminds me of my insanity. The whistle of leather through the air and the crack of the whip against tender skin tears my mind apart. Wrenching away from him, I clench my teeth to keep from crying out.
“Damn.” He steps back.
A drop of blood wells from his lip. Before his finger can touch it, I run. My glimpse of heaven reminds me that my place is in hell.
Have beer..boxers..and tattoos..
What do you think? Sounds like a good way to relax to me. 😉
The weekend was good. Got a new toy and did some writing. I got the next two installments of The Ball done…so I’m ahead on that one. The race on Saturday gave me an idea for a story set in the racing world, but it would be during the 1930s or 40s..not contemporary. It’s still stewing in my mind..haven’t gotten anything written down for it. Probably should do that before I forget what I want to do.
I listened to The All-American Rejects on my way into work this morning. “Dirty Little Secret” is a great song. Love the video as well. The lead singer is cute too. lol
Well, have to get some work done. 🙁
Have a great day, everyone.
“After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.”–Aldous Huxley
New Toy
my new toy. The Ipod Nano. Not even as big as a pack of gum. Woo-Hoo! Great for working out. I have an Ipod mini which is great as well, but a little awkward for the gym. 🙂 Got a slick little black nano. It holds 3 days worth of music. At the moment, I’ve only got about 3 hours worth of music on it.
When I went to download certain songs from my Itunes library (songs that I’ve put on my mini and taken off as well)..not all the songs were there. Yikes! I need my Black Eyed Peas, Eminem, Kanye West, Rob Thomas…the list is endless of songs that I need to have to work out to. lol Luck for me, C is tech-knowledgable and he told me after he got back from golfing, he’d get it worked out for me. Whew!
At least, I got The All-American Rejects and KT Tunstall on the little thing. 🙂 Got a cool armband to hold it while I work out instead of a clip. I’m all set to hit the gym now.
Such a geek, huh?
Have a great day, everyone.
“I don’t fear computers. I fear the lack of them.”—Issac Asimov
It’s not the size…
of the sword, but what you do with it….
C and I are heading out for lunch with some friends, but he’s promised me we’ll be back in time for the Derby tonight. Have to watch it. It’s been a traditional in my family for as long as I can remember…picking which horse will win (never the favorite because of the curse..lol) and cheering like mad when the horses power in to the homestretch. Maybe this year we’ll get a sub-two minute race. There’s only been two in the history of the Derby..Monarchos in 2001 and of course..Secretariat in 1973. He set the stakes record that day and no horse has been able to match his brilliance and chrisma.
Each year I watch, hoping there’ll be another Secretariat in the field. Another horse who will become larger than life. 🙂 Maybe this is the year.
Have a great day, everyone.
“In riding a horse, we borrow freedom.”–Helen Thomson
Reading…
These are the two books I wanted to tell y’all about yesterday, but just didn’t get time to. 🙂 Though I’m glad you enjoyed the eye candy.
Both of them are by Ally Blue. I read Ally’s first book, Forgotten Song and fell in love with her writing. Hot male sex and at times, heart wrenching emotions. She does it all. 🙂
Easy is out at Loose-Id. Click on the title to read the blurb. I’ll warn you though…there are some graphic scenes, so if you have a weak stomach you might want to skip those parts. Notice I didn’t tell you not to read the book. Those scenes are essential to figuring out why Stevie is the way he is. I read it in one sitting because I couldn’t pull away from this compelling story. 🙂
The other one is Willow Bend, available at Samhain Publishing. Again..more hot man love and emotions that will tug at your heart. Ally manages to bring you into the story and
not let you go, no matter how much you don’t want to go where she’s leading you.
The thing about these books is that the stories are universal in many ways. They can be about any two people..not just two men. (though the fact that they are shouldn’t turn anyone off..imo)
So if you’re looking for a good book or two that will make you tear up, but feel good at the end..I recommend both of these books by Ally Blue.
Have a great day, everyone.
“Be as careful of the books you read, as of the company you keep: for your habits and character will be as much influenced by the former as by the latter.”- Paxton Hood
