Finally Friday….
there’s just something about this guy that I like. 🙂
Anyway, I’m off to look at tablets to see which one I want to get. I want something smaller than my laptop. While i’ll take my laptop on trips, I hate having to lug it out when I want to write at the airport and stuff like that. I think a smaller tablet would work well for that sort of thing. Then I’m walking with a friend on her lunch hour. Later today, I’m going to a picnic with my dads. Yay! busy day, and in between all that other stuff, I’ll be writing…lol.
I hope you all have a great weekend.
Wednesday Work in Progress…
Thought I’d give you another peek at Teivel and To Hell With the Devil. 🙂 Re-reading this really makes me want to finish it…lol. Have to figure out how to fit it into my schedule to get done.
To Hell With the Devil copyright 2013 c. T.A. Chase
Excerpt:
I shift on the hard seat of the horrific throne I was led to after I killed the devil. I really need to get a grip on my temper because killing Achan had to have been the worst mistake of my entire stupid life. Now I’m surrounded by demons, imps and other denizens of hell. All of whom expect me to tell them what to do.
I sigh and rest my elbow on the arm of the throne, propping my chin on my palm. Achan had seriously bad taste in furniture. My new seat of power is made from human bones with skulls acting as feet for it. Sick twisted bastard.
My ass grows numb. I feel it spreading and flattening. Hell no. I might be stuck in this psychotic asylum, but I won’t let my body go to seed. I’m brooding about how to get a gym down here when something tugs on my pant leg.
I stare down in astonished fascination at the horned toad talking to me. Who the hell knew toads grew to that size? It stands on two feet and its large gelatinous lips flap at me for a minute. I can’t understand a fucking word it says.
“What,” I ask as it stares at me with what I suppose is a look of anticipation.
Spit lands on my face when it speaks again. Wiping it off my cheek with disgust, I shake my head.
“I have no clue what you’re saying.” Looking around the room at the other hellish host, I point to the toad. “Do any of you have a fucking idea what he might be saying?”
Feet, hooves and claws shuffle. No one meets my gaze. Damn my temper. I killed the only person who could have told me what I needed to know.
“Master, I might be of assistance.”
A high squeaky voice grates on my nerves and makes me grit my teeth.
“Not if you continue to talk like that you won’t. Like fingernails on a chalkboard.” I feel a brush on my shoulder. Nothing’s there. “Where the hell are you?”
“I’m beside you, Master, but I’m merely a spirit and have no corporal body.” The shrillness of the voice has been tempered to a level I can tolerate. “You simply need to touch the imp and take his language into your head.”
“Simply? Of course, why didn’t I think of that?”
“Maybe you should have thought about your actions before you killed Achan, Master.” There’s a hint of sarcasm in the disembodied voice.
Great. My assistant is a freaking comedian.
“No shit, Sherlock. Just so you know, I don’t think before I act and I never apologize. Understand those two things about me and we’ll be best friends.” I grimace, reach out to lay the tip of one finger on the toad’s head. “Is there a spell I need to intone or anything like that?”
“This isn’t a fantasy movie. You think about what you want and it shall be given to you.”
“I want an overstuffed arm chair in a nice shade of periwinkle blue. One of my best colors. This stupid throne is going to give me middle age spread and I’m not even in my late twenties yet.”
Swoosh. My ass sinks into the cushion of a blue armchair. I grin. “This is more like it.” Wrinkling my nose, I touch the toad again. “I want to understand what this thing is saying to me.”
My head wants to explode. Too much information appears in my brain. Jerking away from the toad, I fist my hands in my hair and moan. Taking deep breaths, I calm down enough to get a grip on the words tumbling around in my head. When I no longer want to cry out from the pressure, I sit back and stare at the toad.
“All right, Jeremiah, what do you want?”
The toad’s enormous cranium tilts like it’s puzzled by what I say. “Who’s this Jeremiah?”
“He’s a bull frog.” I wave a hand. “Never mind. What do you want?”
“I’m not a bull frog. I’m an imp. I wonder if you would be willing to lift the curse on me.” A webbed appendage flaps at me.
“What did he do?” I lean closer to where I assume the spirit still hovers.
“He broke Achan’s favorite glass. It was the one he got at Disney World. It had Mickey Mouse on it.” The spirit’s voice seems to shrug. “He was unnaturally attached to that glass.”
“That’s fucked up. Turning some guy into a horned toad for breaking a glass.”
“Yes. Well, it wasn’t really the breaking part that pushed Achan over the edge. It was more the trying to slit his throat with a shard of it part.”
I squint at the toad. Its innocent expression doesn’t fool me. “I think you need to stay in that form for a while. Teach you not to mess with the master of hell, no matter who he is.”
I reach out and grip his slimy wrist in my hand, jerking the imp as close as I could stand him to be without passing out from his foul smell. “If it ever crosses your mind to try and kill me, be aware that I’ll simply kill you, not turn you into a toad.”
With a causal toss, I fling the imp across the room. Splat goes the toad, I think. A long suffering sigh issues from the non-existent person beside me. I glare at the spot where I think it stands.
Unconventional in Atlanta available now….
The 2013 GRL anthology, Unconventional in Atlanta, is now available for general release at Total e-Bound. Click here to check it out. 🙂  All the usual suspects are here again this year with a little twist. All six of the stories take place at the hotel hosting GRL this year, and at least one main character in each story works at the hotel as well. In addition, all of the main characters make an appearance in each of the stories or mentioned. If you haven’t read it yet, you really should. I think it’s quite fun. 🙂
Well, I’ll be busy all weekend writing furiously to try and finish up some stories. Hopefully things will flow for me and I’ll be able to get them done.
Have a great weekend, everyone.
Wednesday Work in Progress…
Hmm….I was trying to figure out what I could post here today. I’m in the middle of working on a  Tiffany story, so I don’t really want to post it here. Here is a snippet from To Hell With the Devil. I might have shared something from this story before, but I thought I’d give you the opening scene. 🙂 I like Teivel very  much. He’s snarky and a complete smart ass. He gets cranky when he realizes he’s the new Devil since he killed the old one. 🙂
To Hell with the Devil copyright c.2013 T.A. Chase
Excerpt:
The throbbing beat of the music take over my body and drive me into a deeper trance. I love the dark sounds of the drums and the sexy murmurs of the singer, but the words disappear as I dance. I don’t know if others watched me or not and in that moment of time, I don’t care. I didn’t come to the club to get fucked, at least not tonight. I came to dance and wipe out the shitty day I had. Tight leather pants, dark boots and see-through mesh shirt display my body to anyone who wants to look.
My eyes close, so I don’t see the man approach, but his heat surrounds my body as the stranger encircles my waist with his arm and tugs my ass back into his groin. A low moan rips from my throat at the feel of the large cock rubbing against my crease. Tilting my hips, I move to the music and beg like a slut for more.
Sharp teeth nip my ear and hot breath surrounds it. “My name is Achan. I’ll make you come here, then when I get home, I’ll fuck you to death.”
A thrill of fear races through me as I laugh nervously, knowing the man is just joking, but Achan’s animal growl turns me on until I ache with need. I want one of those large hands on my cock and long for Achan to bury his prick in my ass. The stranger slides his hand forward, then unbuttons my pants.
The music grows louder and faster. The rhythm takes over my heartbeat and my blood pulses to the beat. Sharp teeth scrape over my neck, causing me to lean my head back onto one of Achan’s broad shoulders.
“Not here.”
My weak protest makes Achan chuckle because we both know I don’t mean it.
The slightly cooler air of the club warm hot flesh as my cock springs free from its tight leather prison. Achan shoves his left hand pushes up under my shirt, finding the gold rings in my nipples. A hard tug brings a soft cry from me. Pain spirals from my chest down to where Achan’s right hand grips my cock and strokes.
Achan’s touch burns as his dry skin rasps harshly up and down my shaft. Not even the pre-cum leaking from my cock eases his hold on me. Each stroke and twist drives me closer to the edge. Pleasure mingles with pain and my climax builds, pooling at the base of my spine.
Searing pain hits me as Achan sinks his teeth into the flesh at my shoulder and I cry out, coming violently. My cum coats Achan’s hand and the floor in front of me. Wilting, I stand only because Achan holds me. His semen-coated fingers press against my lips. I lick my own spunk off Achan’s hand, humming at the salty bitterness dancing on my tongue.
Something wet trails down my chest and I glance awkwardly at my shoulder. Achan has broken the skin and blood leaks from the bite. Whirling around, I stare up at Achan. The swirling lights give his eyes an odd red glow. He is five inches taller than my five-nine and built like a Greek god.
Ugh! I hate thinking in clichés, but there is no other way to describe him. Blond hair waves to wide shoulders and a muscled chest tapers down to a narrow waist, leading to thick thighs covered in white leather. My gaze trace over Achan’s body and land on the bulge at his groin. A groan forces its way from my mouth and I wet my lips. I’d sell my soul to taste what Achan hides behind those pants.
“You’ve already sold your soul.” His cruel grin scare me a little. “Come with me.”
My brain screams at me not to go. Foolish to leave with a stranger. There are psychos everywhere. My body craves what Achan has with singular passion. I’ve had sex with strangers before in worse areas of the city than this. Self-preservation means nothing to me when I have a chance to ride a man like Achan.
I pause long enough to tuck my soft dick back into my pants and fasten them. He holds out a rough hand. I take it with the feeling that when we leave the club, my life will never be the same. I give myself a mental shake. Silly fag. No kind of sex is life-changing.
“First, we must have a drink.” He gestures to a table where two glasses sit with a bottle of some liquor.
I shake my head. I don’t drink as a general rule. Too easy to lose your head and forget shit.
“A small drink. Then I’ll take you home and show you untold pleasures.”
His deep voice rubs over my skin and my cock twitches in interest. I am such a slut. I want to feel him inside me and will do anything to have that. I grab the glass he holds out to me and swig the liquid down. It burns.
“Fuck, what is that?” I cough.
A large finger presses against my lips and he shakes his head. “No talking.”
Is he serious? I shoot him an incredulous look. No way can I make it through the whole sex thing without saying something. Hell, my mom swore I talked the minute I came out of the womb.
He gets blurry and I blink. What the fuck? Alcohol doesn’t usually affect me that quickly. I stagger, reaching out to grab a hold of something. He catches me with ease, lifting me in his arms. As my vision fades, I see a flash of madness in his eyes and I realize I picked the wrong night to come to the club.
Nowhere Diner: Finding Peace…
I wasn’t able to get the first installment of ND: Finding Peace done, but it will be up on Thursday. I thought I’d introduce you to Zane Smithson, Chad’s friend and at some point in the story, love interest. Yes, he’s going to be older than Chad and not as damaged from the war. Oh, I’m not saying he doesn’t have his own demons, but he’s going to be a little more grounded than Chad is. 🙂
I found out some good news about Fallen: Detroit, the first of my MF series that will be coming out soon at Total e-Bound. It’s #2 on their M/F bestseller list. I’m thrilled to death about that. Now I just hope that everyone who reads it will be interested in the rest of the series, since there will be eight of them…lol.
Okay…well…I have a busy day of writing and gathering honey to get started. I hope you all have a great Tuesday.
Monday Update…and New Blog Story….
Let me introduce you to Chad, the main character in our next blog story, Nowhere Diner: Finding Peace. 🙂 It was close..only four votes separated the two. But Finding Peace pulled it out in the end at 20 votes…while Why I Love Bodyguards had 16. Thank you all for voting, and I’m going to have to re-read Finding Love to refresh my memory. I’m going to try my darnedest to get you the first installment tomorrow. Just depends on if I have enough time today with the other writing I need to do. If I don’t get that done, then you’ll have a new one on Thursday for sure.
Got good news about some print releases. Chasing the King of the Mountains and Unconventional in Atlanta will be out in print in September, so those of you coming to GRL in October could bring your copies for us to sign. Stealing Life will be out in print in October, probably not in time for GRL, but still you’ll be able to get a print version of that one as well eventually. Yay!
I’m still working on some Tiffany stories, but I do plan on doing some TA stories during August, so I’ll be able to give you updates about those during the month.
Have a great day.
Time to choose….
Okay…after reading through your suggestions, I’ve narrowed it down to two. And you get to choose which one you’d like to see as the blog story.
#1: Nowhere Diner: Finding Peace– Chad’s story finally…lol
#2: Why I Love Bodyguards– featuring McKinley and Burke from WILG. 🙂
So if you want to have a say, post a comment about which story you’d like to see…and the one with the most votes will win. I’ll start the story next Tuesday. Yay!
Wednesday’s Work in Progress…
I know this is usually the day I post the current story I’m working on, but I’m working on a Tiffany story at the moment, so I don’t really have anything new to show you. I do love all the suggestions everyone is giving me for the next blog story. Still not sure what I’m going to pick, but I’ll figure it out in the next day or two. And I’ll start it next week…I’m pretty sure I will.
Good news. My Coast Guard story, Always Ready, is being contracted by TEB for one of their military anthologies. The antho is tentatively titled Always Faithful and will feature stories from the Navy, Marines and Coast Guard. It’ll be out sometime in 2014. There’ll be another antho titled Stand at Attention which will feature stories about men in the Army. 🙂 So that’s awesome news. My story will be released in the antho first, then as a stand alone later on. Also, the antho will be out in print. Woot!
I’m kind of thinking that Always Ready will be the first in a series of books I’m sort of calling Unheralded Heroes. At least one main character in each story will be a member of the military, but they’ll have a job or a position that doesn’t get much attention. Like Dean, my Coast Guard rescue swimmer. I plan on doing a pararescue jumper, who serves in the Air Force. They’re the guys who go in to rescue downed pilots or special ops guys who need to be brought out. 🙂 I have an idea for a third book, but I haven’t totally decided on which branch of the military my one guy will be from and exactly what his job will be. 🙂 We’ll have to see how it goes.
Well, I hope you all have a great Wednesday…and I’ll keep an eye on the comments about the new blog story. See which one seems to get more support. 🙂
New Blog Story…
Hey everyone..sorry about not posting anything yesterday. By the time I had a moment to think and remembered….lol…it was really late. So I figured I’d just skip it. 🙂
With Hearts finished (on the blog..I still have to add another couple of chapters to the end. Need to get them to Mexico and safe before I can really end it.) we need to think of a new story to write. Now sometimes I’ve given you two blurbs to pick from…or let you decide what genre the story should be. I thought maybe we could do that again. What genre would you be interested in seeing a story set in? Or time period? Or setting? Hearts was a futuristic story, and Threadbare before it was a contemporary paranormal story. But is there a genre you haven’t seen in a while that you’d be interested in seeing a blog story done in?
If you comment with suggestions, I’ll make a list of them, then post them on Thursday…and everyone will get to choose from the list. The genre, setting, or time period with the most votes is the one I’ll use and I’ll try to come up with a story to fit it…lol. Or even if you have a link to a picture you think would be good inspiration, then by all means, include it in your comments and I’ll check it out.
Thanks for helping me, everyone. Have a great Tuesday.
Wednesday’s Work in Progress…
First off, if you’re interested, I posted a snippet of the Tiffany book I’m working on over at my Tiffany blog. 🙂 Check it out here.
Second of all, this snippet I’m posting for you is from a story titled A Thin Line Between Love and Hate. It’s for a specific submission call from Amber Allure. When you see the cover for the story, you’ll understand the title better. 🙂 To be honest, I can’t wait to get the story written, just to be able to show the cover to everyone…lol. It’s going to be amazing. Plus I think I might see if I can’t get Kissed by the Gods and this story combined in one print book.
Anyway, I hope you all have a great Wednesday…and remember tomorrow is the last installment for Hearts. Then I’ll pull it down….add more to it and send it to Amber Allure. Hopefully for release later this year.
Here’s the excerpt:
A Thin Line Between Love and Hate copyright 2013 T.A. Chase
“We used to be friends,” Pauly whined.
Si nodded, but didn’t move away from where he stood next to the front door. It was the only exit out of the apartment, and Si wasn’t willing to lose that feeling of freedom. He needed to get his stuff and get out because the heroin was calling to him. He knew Pauly would have a bag or two hidden somewhere in the place.
His hands shook as want tore through him. Christ!  It’d been thirteen months since his last hit, yet the addiction clawed at his stomach and soul, demanding to be fed. An addict might go through rehab and get the drugs out of his system, but the craving was always there under the surface.
“How come we ain’t friends no more?” Pauly asked, his yellow-tinged gaze almost eating into Si’s resolve.
“I don’t shoot up any more, Pauly. Can’t stay clean while hanging out with the people who hooked me in the first place.”
The rehab place hadn’t taught him that. An ex-junkie who befriended him at NA-Narcotics Anonymous- had warned Si about the pitfalls of old friendships.
Pauly grunted as he staggered to his feet. Si dodged his grasping hand, knowing if Pauly touched him, he’d be sucked back into the love/hate relationship he had with H. Si snorted softly. Hell! All of his relationships were love/hate, even the one he had with himself.
Before Pauly could corner him, three women walked into the apartment. Jambrea, Lila, and Angela took in the scene.
“We got worried,” Jambrea informed him. “Do you need help?”
More than you’ll ever know. He simply nodded, then said, “Keep an eye on Pauly while I get my stuff.”
Pauly looked confused. “What stuff? I sold all your shit.”
“I figured, but I hid the important things before I went to jail.”
Lila glared at Pauly. “Don’t worry. We’ve got this.”
Knowing the girls could take care of themselves, Si headed toward the room that used to be his in that shithole apartment. He’d created a hiding place in the ceiling of his closet. It was where he’d stashed the only two things it would’ve hurt to lose. After prying the tile out, he slid his hand into the hole, praying no one had found it. He breathed easier when his hand encountered a piece of fabric.
Si pulled the items from the ceiling, then without looking at it, he left. He gathered the ladies with a glance, and they walked out of the apartment. He didn’t look back, not even when Pauly called his name. Pauly and that apartment were things of the past.
“You can’t get clean if you’re always looking back,” Kip, the ex-junkie, had told him.
Si remembered the night Kip had told him that. Need for H had been riding him hard, and when Kip had called to ask him to meet for coffee, Si had jumped at the chance. By the time the sun rose, and it was time to go their separate ways, Kip had talked Si down. Si had gotten the desire to shoot up under control.
That night had been the last time Si had seen Kip. The next day he was gone, and Si worried that Kip had fallen back into the same old habits and crowds that had strung Kip out, and nearly destroyed him in the process.
