New Fiction – Just In Time For NanoWriMo!!

My dear friend, Casey Wolfe will have a new novel releasing out on March 27.

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When Ethan Brant was shot, he found himself dealing with severe PTSD and unable to do his job as a police officer any longer. With the aid of Detective Shawn Greyson, the man who saved his life, Ethan not only finds himself again but discovers love as well.

Shawn’s life growing up was less than ideal, however, he overcame that to become who he is today. That doesn’t mean he isn’t missing something in his life. What Shawn hadn’t realized, upon first meeting, was that Ethan could give him all that and more.

One bullet changed both their lives.

LGBT+ fiction is near and dear to my heart as I read and write it myself. This story itself is of a category that I especially enjoy. The Hurt/Comfort [(h/c) as it is sometimes shortened] category is interesting to me because it deals with one character, or both sometimes, being hurt and the other, or both sometimes, having to help one another rebuild themselves after an illness, a death, or any situation that can drag a person down.

I am eagerly awaiting the release as I wish to read this before Camp Nanowrimo coming up in April.

From Casey’s Tumblr Blog:

Hey, everyone! I’ve set up a Thunderclap campaign, and I need your help. Using Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, or all of them, Thunderclap allows everyone that signs up to blast a message over social media at the same time, thereby spreading the word of whatever campaign they’re supporting. In this case, it’s the “One Bullet” book launch.

The catch? I need a minimum of 100 supporters for the blast to go out. So, support, spread the word, and encourage your friends to support it, even if they’re not going to read the book – maybe someone else they’re connected with will want to.

Let’s see how far we can spread this!

https://www.thunderclap.it/projects/54036-one-bullet-book-launch/embed

A CHANGE 

Tomorrow is a new month! It’s the month of Nanowrimo. It’s also the month of my birth and that seems spiritual to change and change is exactly what I am going to do!

I need to focus on my writing! I need to focus on getting my finances in order! I need to focus on changing any and all aspects of my life for the better to live a happier and healthier life!

I am fixing to start reading Living Beyond Your Emotions by Joyce Meyer and I am adventuring on the Nanowrimo journey as well!

Best wishes to all!

Lady In The Streets

As soon as he walked through the door, I was on him. My hands on either side of his face, my lips on his.

“You’re always so feisty when we come home from the bar,” he said between my kisses, nips and bites along his jaw and throat.

He still had no clue.

“You just don’t get it, do you?” I asked, panting slightly as I stepped back from him.

“What?”

“The fact that it drives me insane having to pretend like I’m just nothing to you. You can act like the macho straight guy that just sits there and teases the little gay guy. Asking me if I want you to fuck me. Asking me if I want to spit on your dick. Darlin’, you know good and well that you aint never fucked me.”

“Uhhh,” he started but I stopped him with a finger to his lips.

“Uh uh. You aint never fucked me. You make love to me. I know you got an image to keep up in public and I guess if it means you come home to me at night, I’ll let you keep up your image on the outside,” I said, sliding my arms around him, my head in the crook of his neck. “But I should tell you, there’s a rumor going around the store that you’re a lady in the streets but a freak between the sheets.”

“And just who started that rumor?”

“Don’t look at me. I didn’t. But I like to know that it’s true.”

One of These Days

​I smiled when he walked through the breakroom door. I had totally forgot that he was coming into work at 1. Tapping my phone, I saw that it was just then 12:30.

Letting my head fall down, I groaned, “Oh god.”

“Playing with your tags?” he asked as he sat down at the corner of the table I was working at.

“Bored sitting back here.”

“Well how about I mess up your tags?” he said, grabbing a stack and spreading them around the table.

“No! Don’t! Marilyn will get pissed.”

“You scared of Marilyn,” he teased.

“Bullshit. She can shove it up her ass. Just don’t want to hear her shit.”

“I hear ya,” he said, smiling.

It made my heart warm to see that beautiful smile on his face.

“What?” he asked, the smile bigger than ever.

“Just love that smile, is all,” I said and he blushed.

“Jay!?” he said, looking around.

“What?”

“What if someone hears you?” he asked.

“Does it honestly matter?”

We’d had this conversation a couple times since we had gotten together and it always ended the same way.

“Course it does!”

Now it was my time to smile.

“Are you ashamed of me? Cause I’m sure as shit not ashamed of you and I’d like people to know that you the man that I love.”

“Don’t you think that I wouldn’t want that too?”

“Then what’s the big deal, Bitch?”

“Big deal is that I don’t want to lose my job.”

“Darlin’, I don’t think that’d happen.”

I knew that it scared him. Truthfully, if I was completely honest with myself, it scared me too but the love I had for that boy kept the fear at bay.

Knowing that when I got home from work, Clark would be there or at least he would get home from work eventually and we’d cook dinner together and enjoy some beers in front of the TV.

“You gotta admit that when I call you Darlin’, you get a little hot bothered, makes your dick twitch inside those boxer-briefs you look so fuckin’ fine in,” I said wrapping rubber bands around the stacks of tags that were done.

The blush was even darker then.

“Okay, I’ll stop with the affection but,” I said, leaning down next to his ear as I gathered up all my stuff. “One of these days you’re gonna marry me.”

I patted his cheek as I stepped past him.

~000o(8)o000~

3AM

​Three fucking a.m. in the morning. He has tossed and turned for hours. He shouldn’t have a care in the world. He should be on top of the fucking world but he’s not. Nope. He’s in the luxury ocean-side condo, minutes from the beach, in bed next to the guy he has the hots for.

Wait, correct that. He’s not in bed next to the guy he has the hots for. He’s in the second bed in their double room.

He’d insisted on them getting a queen because it was about fifty bucks cheaper but Clark had insisted that they could afford the two beds.

So there he was, at three in the morning having gotten not a lick of sleep the entire night. Shucking the covers off, he moved to the sliding glass door and stepped out onto the balcony. Grabbing his cigarettes, he leaned against the railing as he inhaled the smoke, listening to the waves crash on the shore below.

~ooo(0)ooo~

To Be Continued…

Good Habits vs Bad Habits

Why is it that GOOD habits are so easily broken and BAD habits are not?

Every year countless people create their list of New Year’s Resolutions. They’re either making a commitment to stop a bad habit and/or to create a good habit.

Now, they might start off strong with that habit to Eat Better Food! A lot of time, however, it’s easier to slip back into that bad habit of eating the bad, fast, and convenient foods that we all love so much.

I myself for instance, had created a very good habit of writing each and every day during the month of November back in 2015. I wrote every single day. It might not have been more than 50 words but I wrote.

Then December came and the habit broke! WHY?

On the other hand, I had a bad habit of biting my nails. Now, this habit is most definitely not easy to break. I have attempted to break this numerous different times over the years to no avail. WHY?

What are you thoughts on this subject? Why do you think it’s so easy to break a good habit and so difficult to break a bad habit?

For more information on breaking habits, check out some of these links.

  1. 5 Unexpected Ways to Break A Bad Habit
  2. Dr. Oz on Good vs Bad Habits
  3. 20 Tricks to Nuke Bad Habits

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