Wednesday, May 9, 2012

it's Wednesday, this time, isn't it?

I accidentally posted before midnight last time. I'm in a different time zone...

Anyhow, I said I'd be back and here I am! : -)

Before I forget, every comment is eligible for a drawing. Winner gets a copy of any one of my Torquere e-books that they want.

It's rainy and damp here today--just about what you'd expect from New Jersey. They don't call it "The Garden State" for no reason, you know.

The problem with rainy days would be the sleepy that comes with them. I don't know about anyone else, but I do get sleepy when it rains. It's not the sound, because you can't hear much of the rain sound with the fan on and all that. I think it's the heavier air or something. Well, whatever the reason, I can barely keep my eyes open and I have too much to do for that!

Thankfully, I have Banana, the sleep-slaying Conure to beat back any chance of a nap.  Thank you, Banana my friend. It's good to know you're there for me. He's a lot like Severus Snape in green, if you had a chance to get to know him. For those of you who don't know who Severus Snape is…I don't know what to say. Google is your friend. Suffice it to say, he's snarky and has an attitude--and he's not afraid of a little bloodshed, either--just like Banana. 

Should he ever fail at his self-appointed task, he's got Baker, his trusty green-cheeked side-kick, the Dick Grayson to his Bruce Wayne, to fall back on. Baker's chief weapon is his ability to perfectly mimic a squeaky dog toy, reaching decibels that the human ear cannot process.

So rest assured, faithful readers, no napping here!

I'm going to put a few excerpts on here, and tell you a little bit about them first. I'll start with Don't AskDon't Ask is a story in the anthology called Going to the Chapel. There are several great stories in there, and I'll include their blurbs with my excerpt.

The men in my story are modeled after several people. Falk Thayer, one of the main protagonists, is ever-so-slightly reminiscent of a spy in a very straight, much better known military book series. I admired that character, and the writer of the series, too, but the author might not like that my spy is gay, thus,  I can't tell you who it is. These men also come from a couple I knew in my deep, dark, very distant past.

Without going into too much detail, two men were close friends of my father, and shared a home when stationed overseas. At the time that I met them and spent time with them, I had no idea what homosexuality was, nor did I understand what was wrong with two men being affectionate with each other. Now, with the distance of age, I realize that the two were a couple and enjoyed looking after my little sister and I, because they could pretend to have the family they'd never have in real life--especially if they stayed in the military.

That's enough of that, I think. Here is your excerpt from Don't Ask, of The Wedding Chapel.

Who doesn't love a wedding? The three stories in Going to the Chapel prove that everyone has a special day. In Don't Ask by J.J. Massa, Captain Zachary Smith has always wanted to find out what boils behind Agent Falk Thayer's calm exterior. Falk, on the other hand, isn't looking for anything long-term. Never has. Never will. When things get hot and heavy between them, Captain Smith has to decide if he's willing to take less than what he needs or sacrifice everything.

In Building a Life by Alexa Snow, when Levi goes to his best friend Cooper's engagement party, he doesn't expect to meet someone fascinating -- and he definitely doesn't expect that someone to be Cooper's five-year-old niece Ashley. It comes as an even bigger surprise to find that Ashley's father Philip is both fascinating and hot. But Philip is married, even if his wife is mysteriously out of the picture, so this ready-made family can't possibly have room in it for Levi... or can it?

Finally, in Apples and Gin by Jenna Jones, country singer Sawyer Shaw loves photographer Noah Kingston and is tired of hiding it. He's kept his sexuality hidden for the sake of his career and his family, but over the past ten years Sawyer has come to realize what matters most to him is Noah and his happiness, and Sawyer is ready not only to make it public but also to make it permanent.

Excerpt from Don't Ask:
Don't Ask 

by J.J. Massa

“Coffee, Penelope, would you please?” Zack asked as he passed his secretary’s desk.

Though she was an Army sergeant, Penelope Raines preferred not to stand on ceremony. They’d been instant friends since their first meeting, and he didn’t doubt that she knew most of his secrets. He'd told her half of them, and she’d likely guessed the rest. When others were present, they maintained a formal relationship; otherwise, they were relaxed with each other.

“Coming up, Z.” She aimed a commiserating smile his way, turning toward the break room.

He strode into his small office and kicked the door closed behind him. Groaning, he collapsed into his office chair, his face sinking into his crossed arms resting upon his desk.

Moments later, when the door creaked open, he didn’t look up. He smelled the strong coffee and knew that Penelope hadn’t let him down.

“Just put it on the desk, Pen,” he said into his forearm, not moving his face from his arm. “Hey, d’me a f’vr?” he mumbled, lifting his head a fraction of an inch, “Gimme the Pavarato file ‘n lemme know when Ag'nt Thayer heads this way.” He dropped his head back into the crook of his arm, wondering when his luck would improve.

He heard the sound of the cup landing on his desk, but Penelope didn’t leave. He didn’t stir for a moment until, after several long seconds, still without looking up, he mumbled, “Pen? You need something else?”

“I was coming in anyway, Smith,” Agent Thayer spoke finally, amusement thick in his voice.

Zack shot to his feet, nearly knocking over his chair. Automatically, he snapped to attention, groaning inside when he realized he’d done it. He heard the other man’s chuckle and reached for his coffee, nonchalantly taking it from the other man, hoping to hide his embarrassment.

“Now, what kind of a good soldier gets caught unaware like this?” Falk mused, causing a hot blush to sweep up and burn Zack’s cheeks.

“I, I, um, you…” he stammered, feeling like a fool. Sucking in a deep breath, he stood up straight. He was six feet and two inches tall, muscular and attractive, and he knew how to use it to his best advantage. Why wouldn’t it work on Agent Falk Thayer? “I wasn’t expecting you to just walk in,” he objected, carefully sipped at the strong brew.

“I didn’t ‘just walk in,’” the other man told him calmly. “I stopped at your secretary’s desk. She had your coffee.” He nodded toward the liquid crutch cupped in Zack’s hands.

Zack couldn’t understand it. Falk Thayer had medium brown hair, medium brown eyes, and regular features. The other man was easily four inches shorter than he was. How he could be so unremarkable and so intimidating at the same time, Zack just didn’t know. But he was.

“Um, yeah,” Zack looked away and took another deliberate sip of coffee. “Well, what is it you want me to do?” he asked grudgingly.


Well, well, Falk thought to himself. Some poor spy he must be to let something this big blindside him. He glanced over at the handsome military man.

Zack appeared miserable. Make that nervous and miserable – add to that the fact that he’d been so keyed up that he had chanced a trip to a gay bar less than one hundred miles from the nearest flagpole and you had edgy and restless. Falk saw a situation ripe for his expert orchestration.

He parked the rental car and got out. When the other man joined him, he indicated with a wave that he should proceed.

On the elevator, Falk pushed Zack’s hand away lightly and pressed the button for a different floor than the other man had been reaching for.

“I have a room upstairs. We’ll go there,” he said.

Zack nodded stiffly, saying nothing.

Exiting the elevator, Falk turned to a nearby door and pulled out his keycard to unlock the door, reaching around the bulkier man to push it open. He put a hand on Zack’s back and gave him a little push. Bemused and unfocused, Zack moved into the room, standing unmoving. Was he waiting? If so, Falk would give him direction.

“So you’re attracted to me?” Falk took a step closer to the tall, dark and handsome officer. Zack nodded. 
“You want me to touch you?” Zack swallowed and closed his eyes, nodding again. Falk stepped closer. “Kiss you?” Zack nodded again. “Open your eyes,” Falk ordered him. “Look at me.” Zack did. He looked frightened. “You want me to fuck you?” Zack swallowed audibly and nodded. Falk reached up and tapped his tight-lined lips. “Say it, Zack. Out loud.”

Taking a deep breath, Zack choked, “I want you to.”

“Tell me what you want, Zack,” he took another step, almost touching the other man, he could feel the heat from the long, shaking body.

“I want you to…” he cleared his throat and tried again, almost defiantly announcing, “Will you fuck me, please?”
And that's it for now. I'll be back later to talk to you about the new stuff on the way.

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