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TGIF…


I’m so glad it’s Friday. Only eight more hours before it’s officially the weekend for me. I don’t have much planned for the weekend. Writing and hanging out. šŸ™‚

We saw The Dark Knight last night. I have to say it was probably one of the first movies I’ve seen that actually lives up to all the hype. Heath Ledger was brilliant as The Joker. I feel sorry for whoever has to play the main bad guy in the next Batman movie. How do you follow up such an amazing performance? The weakest character, imo, was Rachel Dawes and it has nothing to do with the actress who played her. It was simply that Rachel didn’t really have much to do in the overall progression of the story plot.

Yet that didn’t take away from the fact that TDK was awesome. Dark, moody with a hero questioning whether he’s doing the right thing and a bad guy crazy enough not to care what he does or how many people he kills. (Another story/screenplay I wish I had written) šŸ™‚

Hope everyone has a great weekend.

Coming Soon….



Here’s the good news I’ve been hinting about since last week or so. Samhain has contracted the second in my Love of Sports series. This one is titled High Line and is about Garrett, Kasey’s twin brother. šŸ™‚ It’s scheduled for a February release. I thought I’d share the unedited blurb and a little excerpt to whet your appetite for it.

High Line, Love of Sports Book 2: (copyright c. 2008 T.A. Chase)


One of Hollywood’s sexiest leading men and one of racing’s top drivers. Will they get the green flag for love or will a black flag stop their relationship in its tracks?


Garrett Johnson has every thing he ever wished for. His acting career is taking off, bringing him accolades he’d never imagined. Good friends and family keep his days hopping, but watching his twin brother fall in love exposes the emptiness in Garrett’s life. Emptiness created by the betrayal of his ex-lover.

C.J. Lamont is at the top of the racing world, but his winning record is based on a carefully constructed lie. When his ex-wife tells all in an interview, C.J. can’t think of anything else to do, but run. Just as he hits rock bottom, he’s rescued by Garrett Johnson, Hollywood’s hottest leading man.

Garrett will do anything to help a man from taking the same path as his ex-lover. He offers C.J. a place to heal and a shoulder to lean on. As time passes, the two men grow closer and C.J. realizes he has a decision to make.

After losing everything he worked for, C.J. must decide whether he’s going to rebuild his fictitious life or admit to loving a man who shines brighter than the Hollywood stars.

Warning: Hot man love. Sticky situations with honey. Fast cars and faster men.

Excerpt: (this scene takes place a year before the main events of the story when Garrett and CJ meet for the first time)

Garrett pushed to his feet. ā€œI should be going. My flight is early in the morning.ā€


ā€œThanks for coming. I enjoyed it. I haven’t had many people over since moving in.ā€ He took the highball of whiskey and followed Garrett to his front door.


ā€œThank you for everything you’ve done for me this month, C.J. If you ever need anything or anyone to talk to, call me. I’ll be glad to help out.ā€


Something in Garrett’s tone or words hit C.J. Afterwards, he never could figure out what made him do it. He gripped Garrett’s arm, pulling the taller man tight to him. He dropped his glass, not caring about the whiskey stain on the carpet. He buried his fingers in Garrett’s hair and brought their lips together.


Garrett’s lips were as soft as C.J. had imagined them to be. Garrett froze for a second and C.J. whimpered, afraid he would push him away. For this moment in time, C.J. wanted to taste a man without worrying about being discovered or exposed. He knew Garrett wouldn’t say anything.


A shudder shook Garrett’s body and the actor wrapped his arms around C.J.’s waist, crushing him to Garrett’s hard chest. Strong hands cupped his ass, rocking their groins together as the kiss went deeper. He opened his mouth to allow Garrett’s tongue entrance. The taste of the beer Garrett had for dinner danced along C.J.’s tongue as he stroked along the inside of Garrett’s bottom lip. Garrett’s warm breath washed over C.J.’s lips when the man moaned.


He followed willingly as Garrett leaned back against the door and spread his legs, cradling C.J. within the space between his thighs. C.J. rubbed his aching erection over the bulge in Garrett’s jeans. A fleeting thought raced through his mind. For the first time in his life, kissing another man felt right. It felt natural instead of something he should be ashamed of or needed to hide.
Tingling traced along his spine and gathered at the small of his back. He was going to come in his jeans. His movements were jerky as his climax built.


The ring of the phone broke their embrace. Fuck, what had he done? C.J. stared at Garrett in horror, realizing he’d broken all his rules. Not only had he kissed a guy, he’d done while he was still married. Shit, he’d just cheated on his wife. It didn’t matter that they were separated and about to get a divorce. He had some honor left.


Garrett panted and C.J. found his own breathing matched the actor’s. He watched the passion dissolve out of Garrett’s green eyes to be replaced with understanding and compassion. The phone stopped ringing.


ā€œI should go.ā€ Garrett ran a thumb over C.J.’s swollen bottom lip. ā€œWhen you’re free to admit who you really are, come find me.ā€

Poetry Train


I’m not feeling very poetic today…lol. I thought I’d let you read the blurb and a small excerpt from a series I’ve done a little work on. It’s not ready to be published or anything. Just been writing on it when I get inspiration, but I think it could be a fun one.

The series is called Sweet & Sinister Confectioners and here’s the blurb for the series:

If you were to ask the locals in Salem, Massachusetts how long the Sweet & Sinister Confectioners shop has been there, most will tell you it’s been there for at least a hundred years. They tell stories of going there with their grandparents and picking out treats for Valentine’s Day or Halloween. They tell you memories passed down from their great-grandparents about the shop and how it’s always been run by members of the Sweet and Sinister families. They’ll say what an old dear Sylvanus Sweet is and how Cyrus Sinister has been a devoted partner to Sylvanus for over fifty years.

But if you happen to run into a local who believes in magic, they’ll give you a sly wink and tell you there’s something special about the candy and candles those two men sell. If you’re attuned to the things that go on unnoticed in the world, you’ll feel the power filling the air from the moment you step foot into the shop.

For Sweet & Sinister Confectioners is more than just a candy store. Magic and dreams are created there for all who enter with a pure heart and believe.

And here’s the excerpt from the first book, Love Delivered:

The tinkling of the bell brought Sylvanus from the back of the shop. He knew the sound annoyed Cyrus, but the bell hung over the door to catch Sylvanus’ attention and let him know he had a customer. Both he and Cyrus tended to get caught up in their pet projects.

Cyrus love, we have a customer. He sent a thought towards Cyrus’ side of the store.
He’s looking for something sweet, Sylvanus. Wait on him. I’m finishing something back here. I’ll be out in a moment.
Cyrus’ thoughts were distracted, but Syl trusted him to have read the emotions of the newcomer correctly. He moved on silent feet to the end aisle and stood in the shadows, observing the young man who had come into the shop.

The man was in his thirties. A professional corporate man dressed in suit and tie. His blond hair was perfectly styled. An impeccable image of the American dream of a successful life, yet Syl could tell the man wasn’t happy. Syl moved and the man glanced up, his green eyes widening at the sight of Syl.

ā€œHello. My name is Sylvanus and welcome to Sweet and Sinister Confectioners. How may I help you?ā€

ā€œI’m Terrance Bernslip. I’m not sure what I came in to find. I don’t eat chocolate.ā€ Terrance’s handshake was firm.

ā€œBut your boyfriend does.ā€ Syl slipped his arm through Terrance’s and lead him away from the white chocolate aisle.

ā€œYes, he does, but he’s not my boyfriend anymore. Decided he wanted someone more fun than I am.ā€ Terrance shook his head. ā€œSorry. Haven’t gotten over him yet. How did you know it was a boyfriend?ā€

Syl pointed to the discrete rainbow sun-catcher in the candy shop window. ā€œWe have matching rainbows.ā€

Terrance fingered his rainbow tiepin. ā€œSo we do.ā€

ā€œYour ex thought you were boring and no fun.ā€ Syl tilted his head and studied Terrance. ā€œDo you want to prove him wrong and get him back?ā€

Terrance shook his head without hesitation. ā€œI’m still a little hurt about the break up, but I’ll get over it. I don’t need to prove anything. I like to have fun. I just like to have it privately, not in clubs every night or at parties.ā€

Syl ran a finger along Terrance’s chin. ā€œAh, you are much like my Cyrus. You seem boring and dull to others, but in private with the one you love, you are all fire and passion.ā€

Terrance’s cheeks turned red, but he nodded. ā€œI’d like to think so.ā€

Syl patted Terrance’s cheek. ā€œI know you are. I’m an expert on passion. So whom would the chocolates be for? Do you have your eye on a handsome stud at work? Maybe you can be a secret admirer. St. Valentine’s Day is coming up soon.ā€

ā€œNo potential boyfriend. I’ve just started wanting to look again.ā€ Terrance looked confused.

Syl could tell the man was wondering why he was telling Syl all of this. He smiled. He tried to make every customer feel comfortable, as if they were coming to a friend’s house.

ā€œYes. When your heart is hurt, it takes a while for you to heal and be willing to risk loving again. So who would you like to send chocolates to?ā€

ā€œMy friend, Scott. He’s been letting me cry on his shoulder even though he just lost his partner to a heart attack.ā€ Terrance shrugged. ā€œI want to get him something to show him how much I appreciate his support.ā€

ā€œOh that poor man. I want to meet him. Please bring him back to see me.ā€ Syl lead Terrance to the aisle where the chocolate dipped strawberries were. ā€œI think your friend likes decadent and expensive things. Am I right?ā€

ā€œMike, Scott’s partner, and I used to tease Scott about being a princess.ā€ Terrance laughed.

ā€œNow everyone deserves to treat themselves once in a while. What I suggest is a basket with strawberries, champagne, candles and some bath oils. I’d be willing to put one together for you and it can be delivered tomorrow, if you wished.ā€ Syl plucked a strawberry from the platter and held it out for Terrance to taste.

Terrance’s white teeth flashed as he bit into the fruit. A soft moan echoed through the store.

Got another one, love. Cyrus’ dark voice vibrated in Syl’s head.

It’s the ingredients you add to the chocolate. Syl praised his lover.

Cyrus laughed. Nevertheless, you put the joy in it, love and that’s what makes our sweets special.

ā€œDo you think your friend would like these?ā€ Syl popped the rest of the strawberry in his own mouth.

ā€œScott will love it. Can you make up a basket for me? I don’t care how much it costs.ā€ Terrance picked up a box of chocolate-covered cherries. ā€œI’ll take a box of these for myself.ā€

ā€œSylvanus loves to hear those words. I’ve accused him of being a bit of a princess himself.ā€ Cyrus’ arms slid around Syl’s waist and pulled him tight against his lover’s hard chest.

Terrance’s eyes widened and Syl caught the flicker of fear in them. Cyrus tended to do that to people. ā€œCy, stop teasing Terrance.ā€ Syl leaned back, trusting in Cyrus to support him.

ā€œI wasn’t teasing him. I was merely stating the truth. Telling Sylvanus that money is no object is tantamount to opening the vault at a jewelry store and telling a thief to take all that he wants. My love has very good taste.ā€ Cyrus brushed Syl’s hair out of the way and nuzzled his neck.

ā€œIt’s obvious he does. He’s your lover.ā€ Terrance looked surprised. It was apparent that he didn’t mean to say that thought aloud.

He’s a good man, Cyrus. Syl reached out and took Terrance’s hand. He brought the younger man closer to him. Without breaking Cyrus’ hold around his waist, Syl leaned in and brushed a gentle kiss over Terrance’s mouth.

Those beautiful green eyes blinked, but Terrance didn’t pull away. When the kiss was over, Syl pointed to the cherries. ā€œThat’s a gift from Cy and me. I’ll make sure Scott’s basket is beautiful. Do you have a business card so I can call you with the total cost?ā€

Syl took the card Terrance held out to him. He moved off towards the back of the store. ā€œI want to get started on your basket right away. Cy, can you show him out?ā€

*

Cyrus smiled as his lover disappeared into the back. Terrance had a shell-shocked expression on his face. He didn’t protest as Cyrus took his arm and started to escort him to the front door.

ā€œSylvanus is a bit like a butterfly. Bright, beautiful and tends to flit from one project to another. However, don’t worry. When he focuses that awesome mind of his, he can do magical things.ā€
He opened the door, allowing Terrance to leave. Terrance turned and smiled at him.

ā€œThank you for everything.ā€ Terrance shook Cyrus’ hand.

ā€œYou’re welcome, young man.ā€ Cyrus’ dark eyes gleamed. ā€œDon’t worry about your broken heart. I think this St. Valentine’s Day will be special for you.ā€

ā€œI hope so, Mr. Sinister.ā€ Terrance gave a wave and headed down the street.

Cyrus went back inside and made his way to the workroom where Sylvanus moved around, humming a lively song under his breathe. Cyrus leaned on the doorframe and watched his lover work. For all the centuries they’d been together, Cyrus never got tired of looking at Sylvanus.

ā€œSo which man do you have in mind for our young businessman?ā€ He asked, moving to capture Sylvanus in his arms.

Sylvanus wrapped his thin arms around Cyrus’ neck. ā€œOur pretty delivery boy will work nicely, I think.ā€

Cyrus grunted. He trusted his lover’s instincts when it came to matchmaking. It was time for them to do a little making love.
c. 2008 T.A. Chase

Hey everyone



Happy Friday. Hope you all have a great Friday and weekend. Not much going on, though I posted over at Georgia’s Crossroads Cafe. Stop by and comment about what you like to see on book covers. Georgia happens to be my editor over at Loose-Id and she’s sent up a blog for all of her authors, not just Loose-Id ones. šŸ™‚ Please stop by so I don’t feel lonely.
Again, have a great weekend. I’ll be working on my second set of edits for Bound by Love and other stories if I have time. šŸ˜‰







Wednesday…enough said


Happy Wednesday everyone. Nothing exciting about it…lol. It’s just the middle of the week. I got the second round of edits for Bound by Love, plus the cover art request form which I have to fill out and send back in. šŸ™‚ I’m already excited to see what the artist comes up with. I’m working hard on a couple stories, but I’ve been busy in my ‘real’ life that I haven’t been able to get as much writing as I wanted done. Things should calm down again soon, so I’ll be able to get back on a roll.
Hope you all have a great day.

Poetry Train…


Whispering…

Whispering words
Against my neck,
You hold me
In the dark.

I leave our bed
In the morning.
Facing a world
That merely tolerates me.

I talk in generalities
About the person I love
Not out of shame
Or guilt.

Simply because I don’t
Want to deal with the
Grimaces and stammers
Or the uncomfortable silences.

I live my life out
In the world
Giving people what
I think they can take

When I step
Through the doors
Of our house
I come alive.

Behind the walls
Of our home,
I love you without
Reservations.

T.A. Chase c. 2008
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Head over to Rhian’s blog to check out who else is on the train today.

Finally Friday


Yay! The weekend’s almost here. šŸ™‚ I think this picture says it all…lol.

Hope you have a great Friday and an adventuresome weekend. šŸ˜‰

Wednesday’s Hunk



Happy Wednesday, everyone. šŸ™‚ I hope you all had a great weekend. I did.

I should have some good news soon, just waiting on the okay to say something. I hate announcing things before it’s official. Never know if something might happen to make it not official…lol.

Writing is going well. Getting closer to finishing the main story I’m working on, plus adding a little bit to a bunch of different stories when I get stalled on the main one. But the muse is pushing me, so I’m just going with the flow at the moment. Can’t argue with that. šŸ™‚

Have a great day, everyone.

Happy Fourth of July

This is Robert Buckley from Lipstick Jungle. I picked the picture because of the woman in the background. Just the look on her face makes me laugh. šŸ™‚

I hope everyone has a great 4th and an awesome weekend. Just to warn you all….C and I are taking off for the weekend and won’t be back until sometime on Monday. I’m not taking my laptop, so I won’t be able to post a poem until whenever we get back on Monday. šŸ™‚

Have a great Friday.

Wednesday Oh Yum…



He has a bit of a baby, fresh faced look to him, doesn’t he? But heck, he’s still cute. šŸ™‚

Not much going on. Still working hard on the WiP and getting more scenes/dialogue for the next Home book. So as soon as I get working on that one, it should fly by.

Enjoy the fireman and have a great Wednesday.