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Poetry Train #85
It comes out today. I’ll post the link as soon as it becomes available. 🙂 I hope you enjoy both stories if you pick it up.
Woo-hoo! It’s live. Click here to check it out.
I thought I’d post an excerpt for you all to enjoy while you’re waiting for Hearts Afire to come out. 🙂
Blurb:
Scars aren’t always on the outside. Architect Eric Sandel is living proof. He moves to Morley after surviving a terrible fire in order to rebuild his life and hopes designing the new Opera House will help him bury the past.
Firefighter David Browdie hasn’t had time for serious relationships, his “on call” status tends to leave relationships in the dust. When he meets Eric at the neighborhood dog park, sparks fly and he thinks maybe this time, serious will win after all.
But a demon from Eric’s past haunts him. David and Eric must work together to find a way to stop the madman before they all go up in flames.
Warning: m/m love, dangerous obsessions and cute dogs.
Excerpt:
Eric’s pale cheeks flushed pink. The man was stunning. Unblemished skin covered high cheekbones and a thin nose. Plump lips begged for David’s kiss. Shy ice-blue eyes met his and a wry grin lifted those lips. Shoulder-length sable hair was pulled back to reveal a pink triangle earring.
David didn’t think about it, just stroked his fingers over the slope of Eric’s nose.
“I’m my plastic surgeon’s masterpiece.” Eric stepped back and gestured for him to come in.
“The man is a genius,” David muttered as he entered the house.
Sadie skidded up to greet him. Kneeling, he scratched the dog’s ears and accepted her welcoming licks. He wrestled with her for a few minutes before giving Raoul some attention.
Standing up, his eyes met Eric’s and the happy light in them broke what little control he had over his body. Reaching out, he grasped Eric’s hips with a light touch. He had enough mental ability to remember Eric’s comments last night about being in pain from scars and touching.
“I’m going to kiss you. If you don’t want that, you’d better stop me now,” he warned Eric.
Eric’s pale blue eyes widened, but there wasn’t any movement to stop him. David leaned in, pressing his mouth to Eric’s enticing lips. A puff of hot air brushed over his lips when the younger man gasped. David nibbled along his plump bottom lip and teased his tongue over the sensitive roof of Eric’s mouth.
Eric’s hands fluttered by his shoulders before cradling the back of his head. David took the kiss a little deeper, still moving slow. For some reason he wasn’t willing to think about at the moment, he didn’t want to frighten Eric off. He didn’t want to move too fast either.
Keeping his hands on Eric’s hips, he trailed kisses along Eric’s high cheekbones and learned the curve of his jaw. The tip of his tongue became familiar with the soft spot right behind Eric’s ear that made the man shiver. He took a step closer, invading Eric’s personal space. They both groaned as their erections brushed.
David became lost in the scents and textures of Eric’s skin. He discovered where his limits were. Eric tensed each time he nuzzled the collar or touched the hem of the man’s long sleeved t-shirt. He wondered about the scars and how bad they really were for a brief second.
A heavy weight settled against his leg, threatening to tip him over. He steadied them and glanced down. Sadie stared up at him with innocent brown eyes. He couldn’t help but laugh.
Remember, I’ll post the live link as soon as they come out tonight. It’s usually around 6-7pm. So check back here or go hit refresh on the Liquid Silver site…lol.
Hope you all have a great Monday.
Poetry Train #84
Untitled…
Tears rained from Heaven
Dreams dripped from clouds
Need came from hearts
Want came from souls.
Who did I think I was
That I could want you so badly
What was I looking for
Was I looking for someone
To accept me
Was I looking for someone
To hold me.
Was I need strength to live
That was what I was lacking
The strength to continue
To live with the flaws
That were me
I didn’t think anyone
Would have me
I didn’t understand that
God knew me.
He understood all my
Doubts and flaws
He loved me and
Knew that there was
Someone for me.
That someone was you.
You took me in your arms
You loved me without
Thought or doubt.
You understood my tears
And held me.
So now I don’t question
God about my life
Because He gave me
You.
T.A. Chase c. 2008
Poetry Train #83
Pleasure
Warm touch
Gentle caress
Soft words
Breaking my heart.
Your smile from
Across the room
Hits me in the chest
And I remember
How you looked at me
As you told me you
Were leaving.
Warm touch
Gentle caress
Soft words
Breaking my heart.
You’d found someone else
To treat you the way you wanted
To give you things
You think you deserve
And worship at your feet
Like I couldn’t,
Not without sacrificing
My self-respect.
Warm touch
Gentle caress
Soft words
Breaking my heart.
No more wishing
I could be what you wanted
I let you go and
Turned my face toward
A brighter life
And a stronger love
Without losing myself.
c.2008 T.A. Chase
Poetry Train #82
I thought since I gave you a peek at one of my WiP, I’d give you a sampling of the other. 🙂 Here’s an excerpt from His Heart’s Home.
Excerpt:
Strong hands gripped his waist. “Be careful. We don’t want you hurting yourself.”
Derek shivered as Max’s warm breath washed over the nape of his neck. Before the thought actually registered in his brain, he pushed back against Max and they groaned when his ass rubbed over Max’s erection.
“I always thought you had a sweet ass,” Max murmured in Derek’s ear before nibbling on his neck.
“It’s one of my best assets,” he joked, covering Max’s hands with his.
“Mmm…I can think of several of your assets that I like.”
He let Max turn him around and raised his chin, meeting Max’s mouth. Their first kiss was gentle and slow, learning which angle gave them the most pleasure and how the other tasted.
Derek sucked on Max’s tongue, letting go of Max’s hands to bury his fingers in Max’s hair. He pressed closer and enjoyed the feel of hard muscles and rough skin.
Fuck, it had been so long since he’d touched another in any way except casually. He could have found someone for a quick fuck, but he didn’t like meaningless encounters. He liked sex, yet he wanted to know more about his lover than just a name.
Max bit Derek’s bottom lip, soothing the sting with a quick swipe of his tongue. Derek whimpered as Max cupped his ass with his big hands and rocked their groins together.
Poetry Train #81
Here’s my inspiration for Joss Bauer:
So I thought I’d give you a little excerpt to whet your appetite:
They watched Bill weave his way through the crush of people until he disappeared. Joss looked back at Ry to find the man studying him. Ry slid his sunglasses down and looked over them, tracing the length of Joss’s body. Joss swore he felt heat from each part of his skin those dark brown eyes touched. The desire blazing in that glance told Joss Ry was looking for someone different than Bill was.
“You want something to drink?” His question came out husky and he swallowed, trying to wet his suddenly dry throat.
“Drink? Sure, I’ll take a whiskey neat.”
Joss forced himself to walk away and grab a glass. He could feel Ry’s gaze burning into his back as the man eyed the large dragon etched across his shoulder blades. Taking a bottle of the top-shelf whiskey, he filled a high ball glass and handed it to Ry. Ry slid his fingers along Joss’s as he took the drink, shooting lust and blood to Joss’s groin.
“Fuck,” Joss whispered.
“Could I get that lucky?” Ry’s pink tongue peeked out, wetting his plump bottom lip and drawing Joss’s attention to it.
Joss groaned and adjusted his cock, searching for room in his too tight jean. “Is that what you’re looking for, man? I’ll be happy to accommodate you, but you have to be sure.”
Ry checked him out again, his eyes lingering at the growing bulge at Joss’s groin. “Oh, I’m sure I’ve found what I’m looking for.”
“Pete, can you handle it for ten minutes while I take my break?” Joss didn’t look away from Ry, shouting his question over his shoulder toward the other bartender.
“Sure, Joss. I’ve got it.” The smile in Pete’s voice told Joss his friend knew what was going on between him and Ry.
He moved from behind the bar, grabbed Ry’s hand and made his way through the crowd toward the back of the club. Ry kept up with him, his hand pinching Joss’s ass every few seconds. Joss hit the back exit door at almost a run, letting the metal door slam open as he yanked Ry through the doorway. As the door shut, he pinned the man to the brick wall and kissed him.
Poetry Train #80
(I tried to find the right picture for this scene, but I couldn’t find anything that really fit, so I’m skipping the eye candy today. Hope you enjoy the poem.)Grace of God…
He sits huddled in a doorway, ragged coat wrapped tight around him and I can’t help but wonder what brought him to this place at this moment in time. Did he make wrong choices somewhere along the way? Maybe he couldn’t handle what we call normal life anymore, being overwhelmed by the hustle and bustle of this wild world.
I approach him and offer my hand. He stares at me with disbelieving eyes and I know others have passed him by, ignoring his dirty shivering form. I smile, trying to seem harmless for I have no reason to hold out my hand to him, except there for the grace of God, I could have been him.
If things had gone different, I could be the one huddled in a doorway, wondering where I would sleep that night or where I could get a warm meal. It could be me wandering the streets, becoming invisible to the people rushing here and there. So I hold out my hand, acknowledging him and making him real for an hour or a day.
He takes my hand and we go to the thrift store. I buy him a new coat, a hat and gloves. I offer him work because I can see his pride will not accept charity. I take him to lunch, making sure he eats his fill and then I order more food for him. Who knows when he’ll get to eat next and I want to make sure he has at least two good meals in him before I let him go.
I ask if he needs assistance to get where he’s going. He tells me he’s fine and that I have given him more than enough. I stand on the sidewalk, watching him shuffle away and I can’t help but wish I could have done more for him. He turns back with a smile like he heard my silent thought.
“You have kept me alive for a day and for that I thank you. I ask no more from you and pray only that I see one more day after this.”
Snow begins to fall and I stand, transfixed as he disappears into the white haze. My vision blurs from the tears in my eyes and I blink. When I look again, he is gone. I have errands to run, so I shake myself and stroll away to finish my day. Each day after that, I watch for the man, but he is gone and I begin to wonder if he really ever existed or was he just a reminder of how thankful I should be for my life. There but for the grace of God…
Poetry Train # 79
Storm copyright 2008 T.A. Chase
Murmuring pulls me from my sleep as icy fingers dance down my spine and I lay in my bed. It isn’t your voice that speaks to me. It isn’t your touch that freezes me. Where are you? I can’t remember. You were here when I went to bed. Your arms held me tight as I drifted to sleep, but you’re not here now.
“My soul.”
His voice talks to me, but how can that be? He’s never been able to enter the house, not even when you are not here. Cold fingers pinch my nipple, drawing a gasp from me. I open my eyes to see him sitting on the bed next to me. His dark storm eyes traces the line of my body hidden beneath the blankets.
“You are awake. I was beginning to wonder how you could ignore me.”
I moan as he tugs on both my nipples. There has never been any doubt that if he touched me, I would surrender as I had in the centuries before you caught me.
“Where is…?” I can’t say your name, but I don’t know if it is a spell you have cast on me or if he is blocking me.
“He is gone, love, and the time has come for me to take you home. This is a pretty prison, but you are not meant for such luxuries.”
He buries his hand in my hair and yanks my head back, exposing my neck to his teeth. I shiver as he scrapes his teeth over my skin before sucking a mark up. I want to wrap my arms around his shoulder and offer myself to him, but I am chained to the bed with words. I can only touch you and give my body to you.
“It is this house,” he comments as he stands, holding me in his arms. “You are meant to ride the storms with me, not sit and waste away like this.”
He strolls to the open balcony doors and I see the dark clouds billowing in the distance. You are gone and a storm builds which is how he can enter in to steal me away.
“He loves me,” I whisper, laying my head against his chest.
“I know he loves you. Who wouldn’t if they got a chance to have you? His love will bind you and chain you to this world. Creatures like you and I are not meant to live like the humans who covet us. The moors and the wilds are our home. The storms and winds are our power.” He nuzzles the curls on the top of my head. “Are you ready to return home, my soul?”
I hear my name being called and I glance down to see you standing below the balcony. I hear the pleading and the commands in your voice, yet the wind rushing by my ears destroy what magic might be in them. I remember the softness of your touch and how gentle you are when we make love. I remember how you cry each time you must leave me. I remember the anger in your eyes when I tell you I can’t give you power over the storms that rage around us. I remember the feel of your whip against my skin while I try to explain why my magic would never work for you.
He sets me on my feet and steps away. Folding his arms over his chest, he frowns at me. “You must choose between us. He loves you, but wants the power he thinks you can give him. I want only you to ride the winds with and to run free through the moors on moonlit nights.”
As the winds whip around me and rain lashes my face, I feel power surge through me. I’m confused by the fierceness of the storm and it beats me to my knees. Raising my hands, I allow the water to wash over me and cleanse me of my questions. I stand and walk to him, holding out my hand to him.
“Ride the storm with me.”
Poetry Train #78
Why do I love you?
There’s nothing special about you.
You’re average in every way.
But when you laugh,
You make me smile.
When you cry,
You make me hurt.
When you touch,
You turn me on.
When you love me,
You steal my heart.
Why do I love you?
To me you are everything
I’ve wanted.
T.A. Chase c. 2008
Stop by Monday Poetry Train to check out who else is has jumped on board.
Also, I’m running a contest for the month of November. It’s for members of my newsletter. (Don’t worry…if you sign up for my newsletter-the link thing is on the sidebar-you won’t be overwhelmed with emails from me. I think the most I’ve done is maybe three during a month. It depends on if I have a release or not.) To celebrate my upcoming release, Bound by Love, I’m giving away a 2009 calendar titled Studs ‘N Spurs. Hot cowboys, what more can you ask for? lol. You have until Dec. 2nd to enter and I’ll draw the name of the winner then. Oh and so you know, I’m running basically the same contest for the month of December, only I’ll be giving away a New York Firemen calendar to celebrate the release of my January book, Where the Devil Dances. 🙂
Poetry Train #76
Storm
copyrighted c. 2008 T.A. Chase
Rain pounding on my window pane wakes me from my dreams. I climb from the bed, carefully tucking the blankets back around you. My toes curl from the cold floor as I move to the window and curl up on the seat to stare out of the water-streaked glass. The cool drafts sneaking in from around the window dance upon my chilled skin. I snag a blanket from a chair and wrap myself in it, watching the lightning dance along the sky. In the flash of each bolt, I see a figure standing on a hill. With each crack as the night becomes as bright as day, the person’s face becomes clearer to me.
Handsome beyond imagining, his black eyes swirl like the abyss he stands above. His dark hair dances upon the storm exploding around him. He wants me and my spirit calls to him. I rest my hand against the smooth glass and he raises his hand in response. A cruel smile races across his face and I shiver, knowing this stranger on the hill could own all of me if I venture outside during the storm.
“Love,” you call from the bed. “The storm wake you?”
I turn to flash a smile in your direction. “Yes. You know I can’t sleep during them.”
You sit up, letting the blankets pool around your waist, giving my eyes a broad chest to devour. Holding your hand out to me, you plead, “Come back to bed, love. You’ll get chilled sitting by the window.”
I can never refuse you, so I stand, leaving the blanket to rest on the seat I vacate. Drifting closer to you, I’m called one last time to look out the window. In a flash of white heavenly light, I see him standing there still and waiting. I hesitate, caught between the man on the hill and you in my bed.
“Love.” Your voice is low and insistent, ordering me back to your arms without words.
I slide under the blankets and snuggle against your warm body. You surround me with warmth and solidness. I let you anchor me to this room and our bed. Yet even while I fall under your spell once more, I hear his voice echoing in my head like thunder.
“Soon, my heart. Soon you’ll come back to me.”
In the quietness of my soul, I know those words are true. Soon the storm will grow too strong and I’ll break free of the magic you have cast to keep me with you. I’ll leave this house, returning to the chaos you captured me from and the arms of the man who owns me for eternity.
Poetry Train #75
Connection…
You can hear me breathe
In the soft sigh of the wind.
You can feel my warmth
In the grit of the earth.
My heartbeat sounds
In the running of the streams.
My soul is there
In the beauty of a sunrise.
I am in everything.
My very essence of life
Is interwoven with every
Other creature and thing.
When one dies,
I die as well.
When one is born,
I live again.
That is what life means.
Connection with everything,
Even when I believe
I am alone.c. 2008 T.A. Chase
