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Wonderful Monday

I know it’s not Christmas yet, but I’m posting this pic to get you curious. I’m blogging at SEx today and I’ve written a little scene to go with it. So stop over there and check it out. I’d love to hear your thoughts. đ
Also, just to remind you all if you stop by SiN, you can see a larger version of Angel’s cover and also I’ve posted a couple of excerpts over there. đ
Well, I hope you all have a great Monday and enjoy the picture. đ
It’s Friday

I was so tempted to stay in bed and sleep away the morning. I went to a Christmas party last night and didn’t get in until really really late. No, I didn’t overindulge..lol. But dedicated worker that I am, here I sit on Friday morning, bleary eyed and wishing I could take a nap all ready…lol.
Started the fourth chapter in Dining With Alexander. (Don’t panic, Paige…I’m not going to get it done for a while.) I might have mentioned that my story and Paige’s will be together in a duet-style book and our stories are connected about best friends. One straight and the other gay. đ
Did a little work on all my Home stories and some more on my other two short stories as well. I’ll probably be focusing my attention on the one story that needs to be done by the end of January, but I’ll also be doing some work on Firebird to see where it’s going after the blog ending.
Hope you have a great Friday.
Firebird- Part Twenty-Eight

Firebird copyright (c) 2006 TA Chase
Part Twenty-Eight:
Vlatko lay on the bed after Rue left. He wasnât tired. His body had gotten its quota of sleep for the week. He stared up at the ceiling and thought about all the work heâd done while living on this planet. Did he want to jeopardize all of it by leaving with Rue? But truly what would he lose? He was going to die anyway. What did it matter if he died alone on this primitive planet or went on the ride of his life with the thief?
He climbed out of bed and headed to his computers. He had another week before his deadline for Rue was up. Then the thief would have the option of calling the I.U.M. or leaving with the Mitchov gem and making a deal with some gem collector. Vlatko rubbed his finger over the Presidentâs Heart that Rue had left sitting on Vlatkoâs desk. An odd warmth traced up his arm and stopped at the spot where the firebird had burned him. Maybe he had an infection setting in, but that would be impossible. His genetic make-up wouldnât allow him to get sick.
Shrugging the strange occurrence off, he booted up the computers and started working. Some where in the formula for the liquid body armor was the answer to his dilemma. He just wasnât smart enough to understand the numbers and code. He needed the original scientist who created the armor. He often found himself wondering if the man knew what his creation would do to the men it was injected into. Or did the I.U.M. steal it from him to use for its own reasons without caring about the consequences? That scenario was the one he believed in.
Vlatko didnât know how much time had gone by when he looked up to see Rue sitting on the couch, watching him. He gave the slender man a smile. Rue didnât smile back. Those strange amber eyes studied him as if he were a fascinating bug Rue had found.
âDid you figure things out?â He wasnât sure he wanted to hear that Rue would be leaving. He knew he was worried that the thief would decide to leave now instead of waiting for another week. He didnât want to lose the man.
Vlatko wondered when heâd gone from not needing anyone to loving Rue and all in the space of two weeks. Was it the threat of dying that weakened the walls around his heart enough for this thief to sneak in and steal his love?
âYes. I know what I have to do and I have to admit itâs not what Iâd ever planned on doing.â Rue stood up and strolled towards Vlatko.
He watched as Rue knelt down between his legs and looked up at him. Rueâs eyes usually flared orange and red when the man was gripped by strong emotions. Vlatko knew this from all the times heâd watched Rue climax. But now they were a calm amber, gleaming with a certainty Vlatko had never had the pleasure of feeling himself.
Nimble fingers unbuttoned his pants and drew his cock out. He drew in a breath when Rue licked his tip, teasing the slit with his tongue. Vlatko reached out and brushed a shaking hand over Rueâs blond curls.
âIs this a good-bye present?â He didnât know why he asked. It would be better not to know that Rue had made up his mind to leave.
The smile on Rueâs face was a mixture of sadness and happiness. âNot yet. I still have a week left.â He swallowed Vlatko down to the base of his shaft.
âGods,â Vlatko groaned. âIâm going to miss this.â
Rue pulled off him with a pop. âWho says you have to give this up? You could go with me.â
Vlatko chuckled, but didnât say anything.
I’ve Been Tagged
Treva Harte tagged me. http://trevaharte.blogspot.com/ And here I thought I was low enough under the radar to be forgotten..lol.Here we go:
Four Jobs I’ve had:
1. Picture Framer
2. Librarian
3. Stock Person at OfficeMax
4. Waiter
Four Places I’ve lived:
1. Grand Rapids, MI
2. Chicago, IL
3. Denver, CO
4. Detroit, MI
Four Favorite Foods:
1. Sweet&Sour Chicken (no veggies)
2. Tamales
3. Creme Brulee
4. Blackberries
Four Movies I could watch over and over:
1. Gladiator
2. The 13th Warrior
3. Latter Days
4. Serenity
Four TV shows:
1. Dexter
2. House, MD
(that’s it. I don’t watch much tv really)
Four Places I’ve traveled to:
1. Toronto, Canada
2. Daytona, FL.
3. San Francisco, CA
4. Reno, NV
Four Places I want to travel to:
1. Australia
2. Scotland
3. Ireland
4. New Zealand
Four websites I go to daily:
1. Paige Burn’s
2. Torquere Press (have to make sure there aren’t any books I’m missing)
3. SiN (Liquid Silver’s Forum)
4. I know there’s another one, but I can’t think of it yet.
Four People I tagged:
Can you believe it? I’m have a brain malfunction. (Plus I really have to go. I’m going to be late for a meeting…lol.) I’ll think of four people and post them later.
Firebird- Part Twenty-Seven

Firebird copyright (c) 2006 TA Chase
Part Twenty-Seven:
Rue helped Vlatko on to the bed and then headed to the bathroom to see if he could find anything to use as bandages. What the fuck kind of dream left burn marks on bodies? Thatâs what Rue wanted to know. He found a first-aid kit. He set it next to their bed and went out to the kitchen, getting a bowl of warm water and a cloth to clean the wound. Heading back to the bed, he stopped when he saw Vlatko had wrapped his arms around the pillow Rue had been using. The big man had his face buried in it as if trying to breathe in Rueâs scent.
âHey there, I donât want to have your dreams if you can get injured in them.â He gave a shaky smile.
Vlatko rolled over, grimacing as the sheets rubbed against the wound. âI donât normally dream even when I sleep, but strange things have been happening since you got here.â
Rue bit his lip, dipping the cloth into the warm water and started cleaning the angry burn. âMaybe I should leave. Iâm not stupid. I know I wonât find the files unless you want me to.â
Vlatko started to say something, but Rue placed a finger over his lips to stop him. âWeâve shared our bodies and maybe thereâs something more between us, but I donât expect you to hand over anything that could get you killed. The only reason the I.U.M. hasnât come after you is because of the information you have. Even if I have to leave you, I want to know that youâre still alive in the universe somewhere.â
âYouâll be leaving soon.â Vlatko took Rueâs hand and pressed a kiss to the knuckles. âShe said you would have to go and I would have to decide whether to go with you or stay here.â
âWho said that?â Rue leaned down, brushing a kiss over Vlatkoâs lips before he finished cleaning the wound and bandaging it.
âThe firebird. She was a woman in my dream. Which might not have been a dream after all.â Vlatko touched the bandage and shrugged. âIâll have a scar there for life now.â
Rue sat cross-legged on the bed and frowned. âThe firebird? The one that lives in the clearing we go to all the time? The same bird that winks at me when I look at her?â
Laughter shook Vlatkoâs body. Rue smiled, but he was surprised when Vlatko curled up with his head in the thiefâs lap. That position implied a huge amount of trust on the part of the big man. Rue caressed the braids, moving his hands over the uninjured shoulder down the manâs back.
âThe same one. If I believed in gods, I would think she was one, but I think sheâs just an alien to this planet like us.â Vlatko sighed, his body relaxing with each stroke of Rueâs hand.
âWhy did she call you to her?â Rue believed in gods and powerful beings that could ruin his life on a whim. Thatâs why he prayed to any and all of them.
âI donât know. Just to show herself to me maybe. Sheâs lonely.â Vlatko turned his head so he could look up at Rue. âI asked her if my going with you would mean Iâd live. She didnât know.â
Rueâs heart felt like someone clenched their fist around it. âI think youâll die either way, Vlatko, but imagine what a ride youâd have if you came with me. I can show you things youâve never seen before.â
âWhile weâre trying to avoid the I.U.M. and youâre carrying around a gem worth a planet. Every other thief in the universe will be after you once they figure out where youâre at. Iâm not sure I want that much excitement. I should be spending my time trying to find a way to stop the deterioration.â Vlatko closed his eyes.
Rue stared down at the man in his lap. Time slowed and Rue knew he had a decision to make. âRest.â He whispered a kiss over Vlatkoâs forehead as he eased out of the bed.
âWhere are you going?â Vlatko rested his head on Rueâs pillow.
âI need to think. I canât do it here. Youâre too distracting and I need to have a clear head for what Iâm going to do.â Rue waved and headed out of the underground chamber. He knew where he had to go.
She Walks In Beauty
Here’s another one of my favorite poems:by: George, Lord Byron
She walks in Beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
Who Knew?

Okay. so I started listening to 30 Seconds To Mars and I’m in love with Jared Leto…lol. Actually just his voice, though he is rather cute. đAnyway, I’ve been writing like crazy all week. Hopefully, I’ll get one of my stories finished sometime soon instead of working on three or four at a time.
Well, I hope you all have a great Friday. I’m going to be busy all day. This is the only time I have a chance to post something. đ
Firebird-Part Twenty-Six

Firebird copyright (c) 2006 TA Chase
Part Twenty-Six:
Later that night—
Something drew Vlatko to the clearing where the firebird had her nest. The darkness didnât bother him. He could see just as well in the blackness as he could during the day. A step into the clearing and he knew things werenât the same. Something was different. A person stood under the firebirdâs tree. He went on guard.
Rue had been curled up in their bed when he left. None of the planetâs inhabitants would dare to enter the clearing without some sort of offering. It was a woman. She turned, her hair sweeping behind her. Flames of orange, yellow and red flickered around her. She gestured for him to come closer.
âThis is a dream, isnât it?â He moved to kneel in front of her.
Why would you think that? Her head tilted to look at him in a movement heâd seen the firebird make a hundred times.
âBecause I would never imagine you as a human if I was awake.â
Her body was covered with veils marked like her feathers. Itâs possible I guess. I like your young friend.
âYou would. He bares your mark.â He thought about the birthmark on Rueâs back.
He does. Strange, I thought I was the last of my kind. But he doesnât know the power that lives within him. The expression on her face looked like a frown. It is better that he never knows. The burden of fire is hard and only those born to the knowledge can use it without being consumed by it.
âWhy are you showing yourself to me now? Iâve lived on this gods-forsaken planet for years and youâve never let me know you were more than a bird.â He sat down, careful not to look directly at her. It was like looking at the sun.
The time comes when your friend must leave. His journey is not meant to end here. When he leaves, you must decide whether to stay here or to go with him. Her hand hovered over his head and he could feel the heat wave off her.
âWill I live longer by staying or going?â
A flinch of her shoulders served as a shrug. I donât know that. My sight is limited by distance and I canât see all that is to come for you and your love.
âMy love?â He had never said those words out loud and certainly not to Rue.
Your voice may be silent, but your heart is not. Not saying the words wonât make it hurt less if something happens to him. She stepped away from the tree, staring up at the bright stars hanging in the night sky. It has been so long since I came here. My tree was just a sapling then and the people who live here were far more primitive than they are now. I miss my world. I miss my people. Her burning eyes glanced back at him. I donât think you understand how I feel.
He shook his head. âNo. I have no people and no home to miss. Heâs the first thing Iâve ever thought of as mine in my entire life.â He stood up and joined her out under the stars. âBut I do understand feeling alone.â
Without warning, she touched his shoulder with her hand. Fiery pain shot through him. Something told him she was marking him and his healing capabilities wouldnât stop this from scarring. He fell to his knees, clenching his teeth to stop from crying out, the stench of burning flesh filling his nose. He closed his eyes.
Now you will never be alone, my guardian. Youâll be linked with me no matter where you are in the universe. This place will call you back. Go back to your love. Her hand disappeared.
âVlatko?â A cool hand touched his forehead.
He opened his eyes to find himself slumped against the bed. Rue was leaning over the side of the bed, staring at him in concern.
âWhat the hell happened to you?â Rueâs amber eyes studied the burn mark on his shoulder.
âNow I know why I donât sleep. My dreams are too realistic for my taste.â He winced as he climbed up on the bed.
Great News

Hey everyone, I got the news last night. Angel’s Evolution will be released on January 1. đ What a way to start the new year, huh? LSB releases their books at around 6 pm. So just mark it down on your calandar to stop by then. I’ll also post a link as soon as it goes live.
I can’t wait for everyone to get a chance to read about these guys. And I have to say it’s because of you-my blog readers-that I ended up making AE longer and submitting it. You embraced the story and Angel with open arms. I thank you all for that.
I have to say that the men in my Home books are getting out of hand…lol. I’m working on Tony’s story as well as a third one titled Home For His Heart. And as I was driving to work this morning, I got the opening scene for a fourth book (which will feature two characters we meet in Tony’s book). That book will be tentatively called Like Coming Home and I might have a fifth book, if I can work things out in my head. lol
My short stories are going well and I wrote another scene for my second Dragon book. At some point, I’m going to have to sit down and focus on just one story to actually get it finished or they’ll all get done at the same time…lol.
Hope everyone has a great Wednesday.
Firebird- Part Twenty-Five
Firebird copyright (c) 2006 TA ChasePart Twenty-Five:
Rue wanted nothing, but to keep kissing Vlatko. He knew that the dark man was distracting him from his goal, but he couldnât make the effort to care. There was something in the way Vlatko touched him as if he were the rarest Venuvian crystal. He pulled back and tugged off his shirt. He made short work of Vlatkoâs as well. They gasped as their skin pressed against each other. It was like electricity ran between them.
He moaned into Vlatkoâs mouth. His body shivered as Vlatkoâs calloused fingers ran over his spine and down over the swell of his ass to grasp his thighs, pulling him closer still. Their erections rubbed on each other through their pants. Rue wanted to feel Vlatkoâs cock brushing his, but he didnât want to lose touch with the man himself. So he continued to rub, rock, kiss and touch, building the pleasure between them until it exploded.
Rue cried out as his back arched and he flooded the front of his pants with cum. Vlatko grunted, holding him tight as the manâs climax raced through him. He slumped, counting on Vlatkoâs strength to hold him.
âWhy?â Vlatkoâs question was soft as if the man didnât want to ask it, but couldnât help it.
âWhy what?â Rueâs brain wasnât functioning properly at the moment.
âWhy are you still here?â Vlatko pushed up from the chair, carrying Rue with an ease the thief had never encountered before. They moved from the living chamber to the bedchamber where Vlatko set him down on his feet and then kneeled to start undressing him.
Rue stared down at the dark braids cascading around the manâs shoulders. He caressed them, playing with the bells and ribbons Vlatko used to decorate them. His hand rested on the broad shoulder as Vlatko untied his boots and tugged them off. His pants were next and he grimaced at the cool stickiness of his cum drying in the warm air. His breathing paused as Vlatko leaned forward and licked him clean.
His heart stopped for a second as he saw the dark head resting next to his pale skin. Rue cradled that strong chin in his hand and lifted it so that he could gaze into Vlatkoâs eyes. There was a hint of vulnerability in the black depths he didnât remember seeing before. Until that moment, he hadnât realized how strong and wide the walls were that surrounded the killerâs heart.
Vlatko frowned and Rue remembered the question. Why was he still there? He knew how to work the telecommunicater. Vlatko had let him use it to contact Sysu so his accountant knew he wasnât dead yet and make off with all his money. There had been a few days when Vlatko had left him alone. He could have requested Sysu send a transport and been out of there before Vlatko came back. He tried telling himself it was because he hadnât found the files yet and he hated leaving before a job was done.
âMaybe I like it here. No need to hide. No worries about someone hunting me. My very own bodyguard who takes his job very seriously.â He ran a thumb over Vlatkoâs bottom lip.
Something flashed in Vlatkoâs eyes and then the man grinned. âMaybe itâs because you want to figure out where I hid the files. Canât let the rumors start that the best thief in the universe failed to steal something.â
Vlatko climbed to his feet and stripped quickly. Placing a hand at the small of Rueâs back, he escorted him into the shower. Rue flinched as the hot water plunged down, drenching him. Then Vlatko adjusted the shower heads and moved so that his large body took the brunt of the water.
Rue arched into the soapy hands massaging his back. âYou might be right. My reputation would be shot if someone found out that I couldnât steal those files.â
His voice said the words, but his heart knew better. He stayed because of the man taking care of him with such gentle attention. He stayed because for the first time in his life, Rue had found someone he needed more than the next adrenaline fix. Someone who touched his heart as well as his body.


