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1st Excerpt from No Going Home
okay..so it’s not the cover to my story. If you want to see it again, just scroll down a little farther. I just like this pic. 🙂
Here as promised is an excerpt from No Going Home. It’ll be available later on today from Liquid Silver.
No Going Home copyright (c) 2006 T.A. Chase
Excerpt:
Les found Randy sitting in the dining room, staring at a pair of boots. It had been twenty minutes since Randy’s father left. He had managed to compose his nerves enough to come and see if Randy was up. He knelt beside the cowboy, putting a hand on the man’s knee.
“Randy,” he asked in a low voice.
Unfocused blue eyes met his gaze and blinked.
“Do you need help getting your boots on, baby?” He clamped his mouth shut. Shit. It was one thing to call him that while he was half asleep. It was another thing entirely to talk sweet to Randy while he was awake.
Another blink and a slight smile. “Yeah. I can’t bend over real well at the moment.”
Les took Randy’s foot and placed in on his thigh. Sliding on a boot, he pulled the pant leg down over it. He did the same with the other than looked up to see Randy staring down at him. Without thought, he rose up on his knees and cupped Randy’s face.
The other man tensed, but didn’t push him away. He tried not to listen to a voice saying it wasn’t a good idea. He leaned forward and gently pressed his lips to those cut lips. Randy didn’t join in at first. Les swiped his tongue over the seam of Randy’s mouth. A gasp allowed him access to the inside. His tongue made a foray in the wet warmth.
Randy tasted like maple syrup and earth. His male tang caused Les’s cock to stand at attention. When his body demanded a harder and deeper kiss, he pulled back. Randy protested and the younger man’s shocked gaze met his. He could tell by the hesitant movement of the other man’s lips, Randy hadn’t been kissed often.
“Why did you stop?” Randy blushed when he realized what he asked.
Les chuckled and brushed a finger over Randy’s lips. “Your lips aren’t up for anything more.”
Randy ducked his head. “Why’d you kiss me?”
He lifted that stubborn chin up and whispered another kiss over Randy’s lips. “I kissed you because you’re the hottest man I’ve seen in a long time. Also, I wanted to kiss your bruises and make them better.”
“You’ve only kissed my lips.” A flirty gleam came and went in those stunning eyes.
“That’s true, but I don’t think you’re up to me kissing any other part of your body.” He stood and offered Randy a hand.
Pulling the cowboy off the chair, Les didn’t step back. He let Randy’s body brush against his own. His hand cupped the back of Randy’s head and his other hand landed on the small waist. He drew Randy close to him, savoring the feeling of the lean muscled warmth of the male body pressed to him.
Randy didn’t seem to know where to put his own hands. Those strong hands stroked over his shoulders, down his back and settled on his ass. Groaning, Les brought his mouth down on Randy again. This time the cowboy opened his mouth without Les asking him. Their tongues slid together with a gentle touch. Les didn’t demand or get aggressive. He wanted to learn Randy and didn’t want to scare the kid away.
Molten Silver Unleashed.
You’re probably wondering what this cover has to do with me. 😉 Aside from it being another awesome Liquid Silver cover, it’s the second book being released today along with No Going Home. Both are Molten Silver. So we’re starting the line with a bang.
I thought I’d give you the blurb and an excerpt from Death by Seduction by Anna J. Evans, my fellow Molten author. Stop by later on and I’ll give you an excerpt or two from No Going Home.
Blurb for Death by Seduction:
In the twenty-second century, the Supernatural Task Force’s headquarters is a place where few go to work and many go to die. Morgana De La Nuit, an immortal death faerie, has been brought into custody and given a choice between permanent deactivation and becoming a sexual assassin. Worse, her partner Cale, who turned her in to the STF, is to be her first test subject.Morgana is torn.
Can she risk everything to save the man who betrayed her or will she succumb to the wicked temptation of death by seduction?
Here’s the excerpt: (Enjoy)
“Morgan,” he said, turning to face her, every muscle in his body preparing for battle. His eyes quickly found hers, searching for a clue as to how she’d been treated and why she was here. Whether she was still sane or not, her being allowed into his cell couldn’t be a good thing.
At first glance she seemed to be holding together, though her eyes were as unreadable as they always were when confronting an enemy. Her grey irises were two deadly whirlpools spiraling around her pupils, her porcelain skin unbroken by the smallest line of human expression. The simple black robe that reached to her feet made her look even more pale and inhuman, like some ancient doll come to life. Morgan had been worshipped as a death goddess hundreds of years before he was born, but it was easy to forget that when her face was lit with emotion, using twenty-first century slang and giving him as much shit as any other member of the S.T.F.
But when it came down to business, she became as cold and still as a field covered with winter’s frost. Looking into her eyes now, he wondered if this hadn’t been even more of a set up than he’d thought. The S.T.F. had always operated above the law, and even a human citizen of the Western Alliance Territory wasn’t safe. He could be disposed of without due process, simply made to disappear in a way that would make one doubt if he had ever existed.
“You look nervous Cale,” she said, stepping closer, an action that forced her to tilt her head up to catch his eye. He was nearly two feet taller, but had never felt his physical size intimidated her. When you could kill people simply by dropping an invisible magic shield, he supposed it was silly to be cowed by something as trivial as mere bulk.
“I’m not nervous, just curious,” he said, still tensed for battle. If she were here to kill him, he wasn’t going to make it easy for her. Not only did he like being alive, but his death would haunt her more if he didn’t put up a fight. He didn’t want to haunt her, and hell, he was in the mood for a good fight, even if it was with his best friend.
“Curiosity killed the cat,” she whispered, an evil smile stretching across her deeply pink lips, a color he knew was natural and not the effect of any cosmetic enhancement.
“Good thing I’m not a cat,” Cale whispered back.
“Take my hand, Cale,” she said, holding out her tiny hand. He knew the slightest touch could cause his insides to become outsides, a completely undesirable condition any way you looked at it. He’d be spattered against the far wall before he had time to realize that he was dead and he’d always preferred to go out with a little more dignity.
“Make me a promise, first.”
“Traitors don’t deserve promises, but I won’t kill you today. I can’t make any promises about tomorrow,” she said calmly, as if she were discussing the temperature in the room or whether or not they should stop for coffee before the end of their shift.
“I guess that’s all I could ask for,” he said, placing his larger hand in hers, a shockwave of sexual awareness coursing through him as her fingers curled around three of his own in an intimate little caress. How could he still be lusting over her at a time like this? He supposed old habits died hard, even when your subconscious knew you were probably enjoying your last few hours among the living and the woman you were lusting after just might kill you.
Woo-Hoo!
I know you’ve all seen this cover before, but I had to post it again. Because…my cowboys are being released on Monday, July 3rd. I can’t wait. It’s been a long (or what feels like a long time..lol) time coming. From what I’ve found, Liquid Silver doesn’t have them up to buy until later on in the day. Trust me. As soon as the link goes active, I’ll be posting it…lolHere’s the new blurb to whet your appetite:
Six years ago, a hoof to the head ended Leslie Hardin’s show-jumping career and his relationship with the man he loved. Broken, hurt, and rejected, Les has focused his energies on rebuilding his life.
Les’s accident has shown him that the most valuable treasures are usually found under an imperfect surface, and his reputation for taking in strays starts to grow. But it’s one of these strays in particular, injured rodeo cowboy Randy Hersch, who captures more than just his compassion.
Between his disapproving father and his chosen career path, Randy has always felt the need to deny his passion. But when Les takes him under his wing, Randy begins to realize that he is truly strong enough to admit his true self—to himself and the rest of the world. But in the arms of a broken man, can he find acceptance…and love?
Randy and Les are two great guys whose story I can’t wait for people to read.
Hope everyone has an awesome day and trust me you’ll be hearing more on Monday..lol
Murder at Willow Slough-Josh Thomas
Read this book this week. Yep…it took me all week to read it. Not because it wasn’t good, just couldn’t find time to read it all in one sitting (which is what I’d like to have done)
Here’s a small blurb about it:
Jamie Foster has a lot going for him—he’s young, blond and handsome, with an exciting career as a journalist. Then his life falls apart. Kent Kessler is a winner, too, a good-looking athlete and the youngest sergeant in state police history. Assigned to investigate a Gay murder, he comes up clueless. He teams with Jamie to track down the killer, and soon confronts a mind-boggling conspiracy.
I enjoyed the entire story, but there’s a segment in the later part of the story that I really liked. The part is about trees and while it does seem a little odd in the overall scheme of the story, it was just a touching look at trees. lol. Also, the cover for the book fits into the theme for the week, don’t you think?
I got some more written on Magpie & Snake. They’re going to be an interesting couple, that’s for sure. 🙂 And more got written on Angel’s story as well. So I haven’t stopped working on them.
I hope everyone has a great weekend.
“Hope is a waking dream.”–Aristotle
Angel’s Seduction- Part Fourteen
Angel’s Seduction copyright (c) 2006 T.A. Chase
Part Fourteen-
I’m still trying to figure out what the duke meant by his last statement when a rather rotund short man dashes into the room.
“He’s finally letting me get my hands on you.” The man tsks and tries to tug my blankets off.
I hold on to them for dear life. “Get your hands on me?” That statement would have caused me to cower if anyone but this man had said them.
“Yes, you poor thing.” The man grabs my hand and pulls me from the bed.
I stumble and my embarrassment is complete. Not only am I completely naked but now my scars are revealed. I hold my hands in front of my manhood and back into the nearest corner.
“I’m suppose to help you get dressed, my lord. His grace told me to.” The man bows. “I’m Lord Greyson’s valet, Johnson.”
I shake my head while keeping my eyes fixed on him. “If you can bring me my clothes, I can dress myself.”
No one had ever helped me dress since I was ten. My father made anyone who acknowledged me pay.
“Dress yourself? I won’t hear of it.” Johnson moves closer.
My eyes move from side to side. I’m trapped. In my heart, I know the valet is only trying to help me. My mind sees his hands reaching for me and I cry out, sliding to the floor. My arms cover my head and I wait for the first blow.
“Don’t touch me. Please don’t hurt me,” I beg.
Time slows for me as I curl in the corner. I have no idea how long I’ve been hiding. A strong hand grips mine. I flinch away. Even though it doesn’t let go, the hand doesn’t force me to stand.
“Angel, you’re safe. Come back from wherever you went.”
It’s Greyson and I hear the worry in his voice. Peeking over my forearm, I see that we are alone. I throw myself into his arms. I hear my voice, babbling but I can’t make out what I’m saying to him.
“Sh, Angel. It’s all right.”
“You should have let my father have me back,” I whisper against his chest. “I don’t know how to live a normal life.”
“I will never let your father hurt you again, Angel. It’s only been two days. We can’t rebuild your world that fast.” Greyson sets me back and smiles at me. “This is my fault. I didn’t think about Johnson and how you’d react to him.”
A hesitant knock sounds on the door. I press as close to him as I can get. He tells whoever is knocking to come in. Glancing over the duke’s shoulder, I watch as Johnson stands just inside the door.
“Your grace, is he okay?”
The concern I hear in the valet’s voice surprises me. When my own family doesn’t even recognize my existence, a complete stranger being worried about me is odd.
“Yes, Johnson. He’s fine now. Bring his clothes in and I’ll help him tonight.”
“No,” I interrupt. I didn’t want him to see my scars. “I can dress myself. I’ve been doing so since I was young.”
“Johnson, hand me the robe on the bed.” Greyson wraps my body in the silk fabric.
I manage to stand. Shame rushes through me. I walk up to Johnson and hold out my hand. He looks at it, then over at Greyson.
“I’m sorry. It wasn’t your fault.”
Greyson nods and the valet shakes my hand quickly.
“Do you want a bath,” the duke asks.
“No, I’ll take one tomorrow. I don’t want to cause any more trouble. Is my uncle still here?” I held myself together by the merest of threads. I really want to climb in bed, cover my head and forget about the world outside.
“Yes, he’s waiting downstairs. I’ll let him know you’ll be down in a few minutes.” Greyson kisses my cheek and leaves, herding Johnson out in front of him.
I sit on my bed and pick up the clothes Johnson had laid out for me. The shirt is of the finest linen. The pants are the long pipe-stem style Brummell brought into fashion. I run my hands over the soft golden brocade of the waistcoat.
I wonder where these clothes came from. They certainly weren’t mine. I’ve never had anything so nice. As I stare at these new clothes, I feel something crack inside of me. A door opens in the depths of my soul. Light shines in and I see the possibilities. A new life is there for me if I reach out to take it.
Wacky Wednesday
To continue the theme…he does have a pillow. 😉I didn’t get any writing done yesterday, so I’m hoping to find the time to make up the words today. I started a new story. (There’s a surprise, huh?) Working title is Magpie & Snake. It’s a much darker urban fantasy than HBD. Set in a post-apolypotic world with strange creatures created from the fall-out of nuclear weapons. 🙂 Sounds a little horror-movie like, doesn’t it? Hopefully, I get the right tone of creepy in it.
I also want to get another Part or two done for Angel’s story. We’ll see how much time I have today.
Hope you all have a great day.
“Sex is God’s joke on human beings.”—Bette Davis
Angel’s Seduction- Part Thirteen
Angel’s Seduction copyright (c) 2006 T.A. Chase
Part Thirteen-
“Why do you say that?” He stares at me without a hint of pity in his gaze.
Shrugging, I look down at my hand, lying in my lap. I run my fingers over my wrists. “There’s nothing in me. I don’t know anything. I’m not smart. I’m empty.”
“Why does your father hate you?” Greyson wants to understand. I know that’s why he’s asking these questions.
“I don’t know. At first, I thought I made him angry about something, but he continued to beat me. I tried to get him to forgive me. I’d apologize or even beg for his forgiveness. There was nothing.” My voice trails off. I’m unsure how to explain my feelings and thoughts.
“He’s never told you why he’s furious with you?” He sits on the bed next to me and takes one of my hands in his.
My pulse leaps when his rough thumb rubs over my scar. “I’m flawed.” My whispered words stops his caress for a moment.
“In what way?”
Shutting my eyes, I close myself off from his penetrating gaze. “I’m depraved. Demon spawn. I lust after unnatural passions.”
His other hand cups my chin and lifts so that our mouths almost touch. His breath mingles with mine. “What sort of unnatural passions?”
I open my eyes and meet his burning eyes. “I was sixteen before I understood what he meant. I was watching one of the footmen polish some of the family silver. His hands rubbed over and around the object and I found myself getting stiff.”
My cheeks flush. I can’t believe I’m telling him this and yet his touch tells me everything is fine.
“Your cock got hard,” he murmurs against my cheek.
I nod. “I wanted him to touch me like he was touching the silver.” Shuddering, I remember how much I ached. “My father found me standing and watching. He realized what was happening to me. He started screaming about perversions and how shameful I was. It was then I understood he meant my need for a man to touch me.”
“How did he know it wasn’t just you being a young man? A stiff breeze could make me randy when I was that age.” Greyson’s lips nibble along my chin.
“He’d bought me a whore a month before and I couldn’t do anything with her. The touch of her hand made me feel dirty. I wanted to run and hide when she put her mouth on me.”
I don’t say anything about the punishment I received after that episode. Greyson’s lips meet mine in a gentle kiss. He sips from my mouth as if he’s drinking the finest French wine. My hand tightens on his.
He pulls back enough to whisper, “You may touch me.”
I shake my head. “I don’t know where to touch you or how to please you.”
“Touch me wherever you wish to or don’t touch me at all. I’ll not force you into doing something you’re not comfortable with.” Greyson is sincere. I can tell by the tenderness in his eyes.
I’ve found the courage to let him kiss me. Now I must find more deep inside me because everything is calling for me to touch him. Taking a deep breath, I slide my hand into the curls at the base of his neck. My other hand trembles but makes its way around his waist.
He murmurs encouragement against my lips. My fingers find their way under the duke’s linen shirt and for the second time in my life, I touch the warm skin of a man. I stroke the small of his back and he shivers.
It might be silly to admit but a thrill of pride races through me. I can make this god tremble. It doesn’t matter that my family hates me. For some strange reason this man wants me.
I’m not sure how long we lay kissing and touching. My mind is overwhelmed with sensations and thoughts. My body aches like it did when I was sixteen. Greyson pulls away from me to lie beside me. He throws one arm over my waist. His golden cheeks are flushed and his breathing ragged. I place my fingers on my swollen lips.
I can’t believe how alive I feel. I’ve never felt the rush of passion or lust before. I whimper.
“What’s wrong, love?” He takes my hand and lifts my fingers to his mouth. His slick tongue flicks out and swirls around them.
“I ache.”
“Where?” He nibbles at the base of my thumb.
Embarrassment makes me squirm slightly. The gleam in his eyes tells me he knows what he’s doing to me. I open my mouth to tell him when a discrete knock sounds on the door.
“Your grace, the Earl is here to see the young lord.” A bland voice calls from the hallway.
Greyson sighs and winks. “I’ll come down and greet him. Can you send Johnson in here,” he calls to the servant.
He climbs from the bed and tugs at the front of his pants. My eyes widen at the bulge his hand touches and a faint smile graces his lips.
“It’s your need for me that makes your shaft throb. Soon you might be willing to let me ease it for you.” He heads for the door, but he looks back at me before he leaves the room. “Never hide your true self from me, Angel. With me, you are always safe.”
Hey!
Morning, everyone. Hope your weekend was fun. I relaxed and enjoyed visiting with some friends at a wedding. 🙂 Also, played a little golf.
Oh, I watched two movies last night. The first was Running Scared starring Paul Walker. Now, the first thing that comes to mind when someone says Paul Walker is he’s good looking, but can’t act. I’m not saying he’s suddenly learned how to give an Oscar winning performance, but this movie was good. Don’t watch it if you hate excessive violence and blood. There’s tons of that, but it’s also a movie that doesn’t take the easy way out. Bad things happen, just like in real life.
The other movie I watched was A Dirty Shame starring Johnny Knoxville, Tracey Ulhman and Chris Issak. I’m not sure what to think about the movie. It has a NC-17 rating because it’s all about sex…lol. For the most part I enjoyed it.
Back to the grindstone today. Planning on doing some more writing on Angel’s Seduction and maybe picking one of my other stories to start working on to give me a little variety. 🙂
Have a great day everyone.
“There are three rules to writing a novel. Unfortunately, no one knows what they are.”–W. Sommerset Maughan
It’s Sunday again.
Good evening, everyone. I hope your weekend has gone well. Mine has been pretty good, but not much writing got done. That’s okay though. I needed a day or so away from my stories, so I could get a fresh look at all of them. I’m ready to start writing again. 🙂 I’ll get back to it tomorrow. 🙂
Tonight I plan on watching A Dirty Shame with Johnny Knoxville. Hope it’s good. I’ve found out that I enjoy Knoxville. Not sure why since he isn’t the greatest actor and is slightly odd looking, but ever since I saw him in Walking Tall with The Rock, I thought his movies were good. 🙂
Hope everyone’s Sunday was good.
“We cannot really love anybody with whom we never laugh.”—Agnes Repplier
Happy Hunk Day
Whew! I can load pics again. 🙂 Wouldn’t want y’all to go into withdrawls without eye candy. He’s pretty nice to look at, isn’t he?
All I have to say is climax has been achieved. Part Seventeen in Angel’s Seduction is done and Angel is a very happy man. 😉 Next up is Greyson’s turn…lol. Worked out a scene that I didn’t even know would be a problem, but when I started writing it, turned out to be a hard one to get down. I got it done and figured out. Even made Paige get teary-eyed. *punches fist in air* Yay! That’s what I want…to get people so involved in my characters’ lives that they can cry or laugh-whatever emotion I’m hoping to invoke in them-with my words.
I’m going to be gone all day today and most of the day tomorrow..so Sunday’s post might not be until later in the day. Hope everyone has a great Saturday.
“Does it really matter what these affectionate people do—so long as they don’t do it in the streets and frighten the horses!”—Mrs. Patrick Campbell
