T. A. Chase

Another Football Movie

I tried to find a better picture of Mark Walhberg, but couldn’t find one that I really liked. 🙂 So here he is. I saw his new movie, Invincible this weekend as well. Aside the 70s style clothes and hair, it was a really good movie. He’s becoming one of my favorite actors. Besides the fact that he’s just plain yummy to look at.

Nothing much to report on the writing scene. Our cable will be fixed today. *keeping my fingers crossed on that*

I got my first review for Here Be Dragons. It’s from Larissa at The Romance Studio. “TA Chase has woven a contemporary tale filled with magic of old and a love that is as timeless as history itself.” 5 hearts and click here to read the rest of the review. Thanks a lot, Larissa.

Also, Elisa from Italy has written up a review on No Going Home. It’s in Italian. Woo-hoo! My first truly international review. Thanks, Elisa.

Other than that, there’ s not much happening. So I hope everyone has a good day.

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Firebird-Part Three

Firebird copyright (c) 2006 T.A. Chase

Part Three-

Rue stared up at Vlatko. His mind tried to focus on the question the man had just asked him, but his cock was mainly concerned with Vlatko’s large muscular body pressing him down into the blankets. Rue shifted a little, trying to act as if he wanted to get away, but he just wanted to rub their groins together.

A moan burst from him as the smooth material of Vlatko’s leather pants teased his naked cock. Through half-closed eyes, he saw lust burst into Vlatko’s dark eyes. He lifted his head until their lips were only inches apart.

“Kiss me,” he demanded.

Vlatko closed those last few inches, but instead of Rue feeling those thin lips, all he got was a stroke of Vlatko’s tongue over his lips.

“For being a thief and at the mercy of my will, you’re rather demanding. Your kiss will come, but at my discretion, no your demand.”

Vlatko pushed off the bed and stood beside it, staring down at him. Rue had a never felt before wave of embarrassment as the man’s gaze roved over him. He turned his head away, searching for something to cover himself with. Without a word, Vlatko handed him a shirt.

“Thanks,” he mumbled while pulling the fabric over his head. He climbed out of bed and the hem dropped to his knees. He was swimming in fabric. Shit. Now he looked like a twelve year old which was so sexy. He had to find clothes that fit him soon. There was no way he’d be able to convince Vlatko to fuck him and believe his lies while looking like a kid playing dress-up. Rue scowled up at Vlatko as the man smiled.

“I’ll find clothes that fit you later, but first you haven’t answered my question. What did you steal?” Vlatko crossed his thick forearms in front of that wide chest.

Again Rue’s brain tried to short-circuit, but he managed to stay on topic. “I’m hurt. What makes you think I took anything?” He placed his hand on his chest and pouted, trying for his best wounded innocent look.

“Besides the brand on your arm, just a hunch. Oh and the fact that I got a call from the security detachment at Way Station Nine, telling me to be on the lookout for a thief matching your description.” Vlatko raised an eyebrow. “Want to try that innocent act again?”

“Fuck.” Rue searched for a way out. Vlatko stood in front of the hut’s door, the only visible escape route. Yet Vlatko had the look of a solider about him, so Rue was pretty sure there’d be another exit hidden somewhere. “Damn. I didn’t think they’d get a BOLO out so soon.”

“Don’t try to run, Rue. It’ll only get you killed.” Vlatko relaxed against the door.

Rue was amazed the wood managed to hold up under Vlatko’s weight. “So you’re going to kill me after all?” He shook his head. “I should have known. I’m trying to make a living, surviving the best I know how and everyone says I’m a thief.”

“I didn’t say I’d kill you. Just that if you ran, you’d get killed.” Vlatko dropped his arms, hooking his thumbs in his belt and framing the bulge behind his zipper with his fingers.

“Um…if you aren’t going to…” Rue’s eyes zeroed in on the large hard-on Vlatko was sporting. “Um…kill me, who will?”

“The people who live on this planet. It’s the birthmark on your back.” Vlatko nodded at him while stroking his fingers up and down the front of his pants. “It’s a symbol of their most sacred religious icon. The tree you were tied to, they’d kill you under it and let your blood water its roots.”

Rue shivered, but he wasn’t sure if it was from lust or fear. “I don’t know what I took.” That was the truth. His client had asked for a certain stone and he made sure he grabbed it. He didn’t know why the man wanted that one.

“So you were just stealing?”

Rue wondered if Vlatko was being sarcastic, but there wasn’t any emotion on the big man’s face except curiousity.

“It’s what I do and I’m good at it, considering I’ve been doing it since I was five years old.” It wasn’t bragging when it was the truth.

He’d only been caught once when he was ten. After the inter-universal military finished branding him, they dumped him back on the streets. He got an infection, but didn’t get a clue. Stealing and conning people was all he knew. Until he learned some other way to eat, he’d keep doing it.

“I was just making my way through the crowd at the way station. There was a group of six or seven people standing by the loading dock for a transport to Villaria. They were well-dressed, so I thought I’d relieve them of some of their baubles.” He shrugged as he moved closer to Vlatko. Rue licked his lips. He wanted to taste the big man.

Vlatko’s black hair was braided into a thousand small intricate braids with beads, feathers and ribbons entwined amongst them. His skin was a dark brown. It reminded Rue of a leather couch he once saw in the living room of a house he was robbing. He wondered if Vlatko’s skin would be as soft to the touch as the leather had been. Vlatko wore a simple green leather tunic. It was sleeveless and laced up the sides. Tight black leather pants and black military issue boots completed the masculine picture that was trying to overwhelm Rue’s brain.

“The group you ran amuck in was from a small outer universe planet called Mitchov.” Vlatko didn’t stop Rue from coming closer. “Besides money and baubles, one of the things you relieved from them was the key to Mitchov’s survival.”

“Fuck me. I didn’t steal anything like that.” He thought back to the pocketful of items he’d taken off them before he moved to the next loading dock. He hadn’t had time to go through and make sure he’d actually gotten what his client wanted. Now Vlatko was telling him, he’d been successful.

“Yes, you did. You stole the President’s Heart, Rue and they’ll stop at nothing to find and kill you.” Vlatko’s grabbed Rue’s wrist and yanked Rue up against the man’s body.Your client’s going to kill you if he finds you first and without the stone. That was the last thought that ran through Rue’s mind before it shut down as Vlatko’s lips took his without mercy.

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Hey There

I really didn’t mean to disappear over the weekend. I had plans on posting about the two movies I saw, but our cable is down and they can’t get out to see what’s wrong with it until Wednesday. Argh! It’s like being back in the Stone Ages..lol

I saw Gridiron Gang on Friday. A football movie starring the Rock..oh yum! It was actually a very good movie about trying to help kids overcome the power of the gangs. 🙂 I recommend it.

I’ll tell you more about the other movie on Wednesday. 😉

I did do a little writing, so the weekend wasn’t a total waste.

Hope everyone has a great day.

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TGIF

Don’t you just love this guy’s smile? You know he’s saying “He’s all mine and you can’t have him.” lol

It’s kind of a dreary day here and I would have prefered just to stay in bed. But nope, the day job needs to be done. Goodness knows I’d rather spend time with all my guys, getting their stories written.

I’ve come up with an idea for a new series, but until I know for sure if it’s going to work out, I’m not saying anything else about it. don’t want to jinx it.

Nothing much got written last night. Oh well. I’m not on any deadline except my own. 🙂

Hope everyone has a great day.

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Firebird- Part Two

*If I do this the right way, Tuesdays will be from Rue’s pov and Thursdays will be from Vlatko’s pov. Hope it won’t be too confusing.*

Firebird copyright (c) 2006 T.A. Chase

Part Two-

Vlatko stared at the strange man tied to the sacred tree. He hadn’t believed the scouts when they came running into the temporary camp, yelling about the ships and the men. He’d hoped it had been their active imaginations making things up, but he had gone out to investigate anyway.

Amazement swamped him when he stepped into the clearing and saw the man. As Vlatko walked closer, the man started praying to his gods. Vlatko knew it was futile to pray to any gods. They were on their own in the universe. Which is why he chose to get lost on a small planet as close to the edge of nowhere as he could get.

He traced the red mark on the man’s back. He knew that it was just a birthmark, but the simple people of this planet were going to freak when they saw it. A stranger with a birthmark in the shape of a firebird tied to their sacred tree was going to push these people into a frenzy.

The naked man bent his head forward, as if he were offering up his body as a sacrifice. Vlatko couldn’t help himself. He leaned in and breathed the man’s scent in. The acidic tang of fear was there, but buried beneath that was the arousing smell of man. It had been a long time since he let his body react to the male scent. But there was no one with him in the clearing, so he loosened his control.

His cock swelled and his balls tightened. Lust flowed through him. His breathing came quicker. He fought the urge to lick the exposed neck, tasting the helpless man before him. The man laughed and Vlatko could hear the fear in the man’s voice. Now wasn’t the time to indulge in his own urges.

He moved around to where the man’s face was. The stranger had his eyes scrunched shut. Probably didn’t want to see his killer, Vlatko thought. He didn’t really blame the man. Not everyone was brave enough to face their own death.

“Open your eyes.”

The stranger’s eyes popped open and Vlatko had to muffle his gasp. The man had firebird eyes; a strange amber with gold sparks and orange flames burning in them. Vlatko blinked and looked again. The eyes staring back at him were still amber, but there were no orange flames in them anymore.

“Who are you?”

Vlatko smiled at the nerve of the helpless man to question him. “Tell me your name and then maybe I’ll share mine.”

“Why should I tell you who I am?” The square chin lifted and those amber eyes glared at him arrogantly.

“It seems to me that you’re in no position to make demands or ask questions, sir. I’m surprised you lasted this long tied to the firebird’s tree. She isn’t tolerant of strangers.” Vlatko gestured up into the tree branches, where a large bird sat staring down at them.

“Yet she let you get near enough to kill me.”

“She and I have an understanding. She doesn’t try to light me on fire and I don’t try to kill her.” Vlatko pulled his knife. “I haven’t killed you yet.”

“Which is rather amazing in itself because I don’t usually inspire patience in anyone I meet.” The man laughed.

Vlatko couldn’t tell if the stranger was crazy or just resigned to his fate, whatever it might be. He sliced through the ropes holding the man to the tree. The firebird above them screeched and a cascade of sparks rained down on them.

“We’re leaving, you old biddy.” Vlatko didn’t wait to see if the stranger could stand on his own or not. He leaned down and slung the man over his shoulder.

A moment or two of silence covered them as Vlatko made his way out of the clearing. The man chuckled a few minutes later.

“I guess I should introduce myself since you have your hand on a very private part of my anatomy.” The man flexed his ass cheeks.

Vlatko realized that while one of his arms was wrapped around the man’s legs, the hand of his other arm rested on the man’s tight little ass. He didn’t drop it though. “Sorry. Please do tell me your name. I need to know whose name to listen for in the news reports.”

“I’m Rue and I’m crushed that you think my name will be mentioned at all. I’m very good at what I do.” Rue’s voice was filled with pride and laughter.

Vlatko slapped the firm flesh under his hand. “I’m Vlatko and I recognize a street thief when I see one. Even without the brand on your arm.”

“Damn. One mistake and you’re branded for life. So what are you going to do with me, Vlatko?” Rue’s hand slid over Vlatko’s back.

Vlatko tried not to think about how Rue’s warm hand felt on his skin. It had been a long time since he allowed anyone to touch him.

What was he going to do with the thief? It was a good question, but not one Vlatko could answer at the moment. He still had to get Rue into his hut without the others getting a glimpse of the man’s birthmark. With the kind of ethics Rue had, if the thief knew how the simple people of this world worshipped the firebird, he’d be ruling the planet within days.

He pushed open the door to his hut, making his way to his cot after kicking the door shut. He tossed Rue on to his cot and followed him down, pinning the smaller man to the cot.

“So what did you steal to warrant being left on a planet like this?” He wasn’t really sure he wanted to know the answer.

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Green Day

I know I usually post some hunky picture, but I was listening to Green Day’s American Idiot cd driving to work this morning.

I love this cd. Not only is the music rocking and the vocals awesome. I love the lyrics to their songs.

Wake Me Up When September Ends and Boulvard of Broken Dreams are two of my favorite songs. There’s a certain poigancy to these songs.

“here comes the rain again../falling from the stars../drenched in my pain again../becoming who we are

as my memory rests../but never forgets what I lost../wake me up when september ends”– Wake Me Up When September Ends by Green Day.

“I walk this empty street../On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams../Where the city sleeps../And I’m the only one and I walk a…

My shadow’s the only one that walks beside me../My shallow heart’s the only thing that’s beating../Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me../’Til then I walk alone…”-Boulevard of Broken Dreams- Green Day.

Didn’t do much writing last night. Just kind of relaxed and watched HOUSE, M.D. Love Hugh Laurie. 🙂

Hope everyone has a great day.

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New Story- Firebird

*picture doesn’t have anything to do with the story. I couldn’t find the one I really wanted to use. So enjoy him. And enjoy the new story. I’d love to hear what you think Rue sees when he opens his eyes. It’s a futuristic/sci-fi story. I wrote it late last night, so I’m sorry if it seems disjointed. :)*

Firebird copyright (c) 2006 T.A. Chase

Part One-

Hanging from the tree, waiting for darkness to fall gave Rue a lot of time to contemplate his life. He’d made tons of mistakes in the twenty some years he’d lived, but his biggest had to be stowing away on the cargo ship. It was the only option left to him. He really needed to leave Way Station Nine before security caught him.

He rested his head against the tree truck and prayed there weren’t any ants or insects living in the bark. Insects and his naked body just didn’t mix. And he was naked. Damn those guys. They took his clothes and left his naked ass tied to a tree waiting for some fucking huge animal to come and eat him alive. They were pretty graphic about what would happen to him.

So maybe his biggest mistake wasn’t stowing away on the cargo ship. It might have been offering to do whatever the captain wanted as long as he could stay aboard. And he meant anything, even if it was sexual. Unlucky for him, the captain was a Castan from the planet Casta, one of those places where gay anything was frowned upon to the extent that two men caught touching in any way could be killed. Lucky for Rue, the captain didn’t feel like killing him at least right away. The Castan was into torture, Rue guessed because waiting until the big animals arrived to kill him was driving him insane.

The undergrowth rustled and Rue hugged the tree tighter. His mother had always said only the smart died young, so he’d figured he was destined to live forever. Yet somehow there was a miscommunication with his gods and they abandoned him to his gruesome death. A totally unrelated thought popped into his head. The ugly birthmark on his back was really beginning to itch. He wished there was some way he could scratch it, but his arms had been fastened to the tree with ropes and he couldn’t move. His arms were numb.

Whatever was in the bushes moved closer. Rue shut his eyes and started praying. “God, if you’re out there, please save me. I promise no more stealing or whoring. No more taking advantage of blind beggars and cripples. I’ll go to Temple every Holy day.”

He was babbling, but hell, the gods should be used to people ignoring them until the person praying needed to be saved. He thumped his forehead against the tree. Maybe praying now wasn’t a good idea. The gods had no reason to help him out. He wasn’t exactly a shining example of a good person. He tried to shrug. What did the gods expect? His parents abandoned him on the streets when he was five. He survived any way possible. Maybe it wasn’t following the golden road to the Heavens, but he didn’t go hungry too often.

A sound caught his ear. The creature stalking him had stepped into the clearing. This was it. He was going to be ripped to shreds without anyone anywhere mourning his passing. Warm breath brushed over his neck and he bent his head forward. He offered his naked neck, hoping for a quick death. The scent filling his nose wasn’t that of an animal. It was a strange combination of musk and orange. A finger or claw-he didn’t know which one-traced the outline of his birthmark.

A crazy urge came over him to beg his soon-to-be killer to scratch his back. He laughed wildly. The things you think about when you’re about to die. His own breath caught in his chest as the creature moved to stand where Rue could see it, if his eyes were open.

“Open your eyes.”

The order came as such a shock that Rue’s eyes popped open without a thought from him. Rue was happy he was tied to the tree because he would have fallen over in shock at the sight greeting him.

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A Day for Remembering

Sorry I wasn’t around this weekend. Things got busier around here than I planned. 🙂

Wrote a little bit on Tony’s story and wrote down an idea for another cool sci-fi/futuristic one.

Don’t have much talk about today, I guess. Just I hope everyone takes a moment to remember all the men and women who died and all the families who lost someone on Sept. 11, 2001.

Hope everyone has a good day.

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Finally Friday.

Is it really terrible that I’m so excited about it being Friday when I’ve only worked four days this week…lol. 🙂

Just to ease some worried minds, I’m not abandoning my blog…just Blogger. 😉 When my website is up and running, I’ll be blogging away on my site. Hopefully it’ll mean no problems with pictures and things like that. Because really we know the pictures are the most important thing on my blog.

I started typing in Tony’s story. 660 words typed in but a lot more written. Also, worked on a few other ideas. Basically just fleshing them out and seeing if they’ll actually work or if I need to dump them.

Have a great Friday, everyone.

“I live not in dreams but in contemplation of a reality that is perhaps the future.”–Ranier Marie Rilke

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Contest and a new Review

hey everyone…I know, it’s a little depressing to realize that there won’t be any more Angel scenes, but don’t worry. I’m working on another story I think you’ll like just as much. 🙂

Now for the contest. Here’s the information. It runs from today until Sept.30th. It’s being run by Kayelle Allen, but you can enter to win a book from any of these authors. 🙂

Enter to win 15 free books from MM Romance authors Evangeline Anderson, Laura Baumbach, Ally Blue, TA Chase, Jules Jones, Sean Michael, DJ Manly, Jet Mykles, Luisa Prieto, ML Rhodes, Kira Stone, Tory Temple, BA Tortuga, Stephanie Vaughan, and Kayelle Allen.
One winner will receive a book from each of these authors! Five more will each receive two books of the reader’s choice and a copy of Tales of the Chosen: Wulf, by Kayelle Allen.
To enter, click the link below and complete the entry form. What are you waiting for? Spend Autumn’s cool nights curled up between two hot guys.

Here’s the link to the entry form: http://www.kayelleallen.com/choosemeauthors.html

Hope you decide to enter. 🙂

Also, No Going Home received another awesome review. This time it’s from Nannette at JoyfullyReveiwed. Here’s a snippet of what she has to say about my boys. “No Going Home is a beautiful story and the heat that Les and Randy create in the bedroom is scorching! ”

Click on the review site name to read the rest of the review. 🙂

Well, some progress was made on Tony’s story last night. I’m getting an inkling of what some of the problems he’ll face in this story. But I’m really starting to like his hero, Ed.

C and I started working on my website. Woo-hoo! I’m hoping it’ll be up sometime next week. Just to give you a heads-up, I’ll be moving my blog to my website, but it’s not happening today, so don’t panic…lol. I’ll let you know all the details when the site’s up and running.

Have a great Thursday, everyone.

“Sanity is a madness put to good use.”–George Santayana

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