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Jim and Brian plot another Dom’s Downfall

CiscosBoy_FbHere is another excerpt from Cisco’s Boy where Jim and Brian are plotting

Brian and Jim sat in Jim’s kitchen about to enjoy his blueberry scones. The Blue Hall teapot stood on the table between them as Brian spooned tea into the pot and poured the water.

“Papa Bear’s going to be upset because he didn’t get one,” Brian giggled.

“Don’t worry, hon, I put another batch in the oven before you arrived.”

“What’s new?” Brian took out two cups and made their tea.

“Dr. Harris released Reed. Yesterday was his last session.”

“That’s cool! It means Greg can finally join Indiscreet.” Brian blew on his tea to cool it.

“I know how much he helped both you and Irene.” Jim turned to the oven, and after grabbing a mitt, took out the second batch. “I don’t think Reed and I would be back together if it weren’t for Greg getting Reed’s head screwed on straight.”

“Greg’s been itching to join Indiscreet since Cisco became a member last year.” Brian took a sip of tea. “He was afraid Cisco would find a sub before he got to join.”

“You know both Reed and Bear offered him a free membership.” Jim took the tongs and put two sugar cubes in his tea.

“I knew he wouldn’t take it. He insisted on paying the fee himself. He told me it wouldn’t mean as much if he got it for nothing.” Washington, Jim’s grey ghost cat, appeared on the kitchen mat.

“Where did he come from?” Brian looked askance. “That cat moves like he’s got a built-in transporter.”

Laverne and Shirley started to yap. “Hold that thought, I have to let the dogs out.”

“You mean the furry rats…” Brian tried to keep a straight face.

“Just because Papa Bear thinks Laverne and Shirley are inappropriate dogs, doesn’t mean he can diss them.” Jim flounced toward the kitchen door.

“I’m sorry puppies,” Brian said giving each one an ear scratch. “Maltipoos!” Brian cracked up laughing.

With the dogs in the yard, Jim came in and sat down. “You know, Bull Raleigh is looking for a sub.” Brian told Jim.

“Don’t you dare change the subject. Bull Raleigh, please…How did you know about how Greg Harris feels about Cisco? I guessed, but apparently you knew,” Jim pouted, “and even worse, you didn’t share. Cub, I swear you’ll take everyone’s secrets to the grave.”

“Well, I’m sharing now. I couldn’t before. The night that Mrs. James’ boys beat me and knocked me out, Greg made me admit I loved Bear. To get me to talk; he told me about he felt about Cisco.” Brian thrust out his lower lip in imitation of Jim.

“Stop it. You can make fun of me all you like but now that you’ve spilled you’ve got to dish up the rest of the story. What’s Bear been up to? How come Cisco hasn’t found a sub? He’s been at Indiscreet for six months. Some twink should have glommed onto him by now. As a doctor, he’s a good catch.”

“Bear does nothing really blatant. He just points out each candidate’s obvious flaws and incompatibilities. There’s nothing wrong with that.” Brian turned his face away from Jim’s stifling a giggle.

“Unless, of course, you try to point out the obvious advantages of someone else.” Jim waggled his eyebrow.

“There was no one there that Bear thought would be compatible…”

“And now there will be.” Jim took a bite out of his scone. “When?”

“Tonight.” Brian’s eyes shone with mischief.

“Are you going to be there?” Brian rolled his eyes.

“You think I’d miss this? I want to see Cisco’s face when he sees Greg Harris putting himself up as a submissive.” Brian chortled with glee.

The two friends looked at each other, inordinately pleased with themselves and their Masters.

****

Bear Drummond and Reed Davis sat in two chairs in front of Dr. Francisco de Loria’s desk. Cisco to his friends. They were in his office at St. Mary’s Medical Center where he was Chief of Staff.

“…so the new oncology wing will open in six weeks. I can’t express to you how much it means to the hospital that you and Reed spearheaded the funding drive and oversaw the construction. Without your expertise, the job would have taken longer and we wouldn’t have stayed on budget.”

Reed took a sip of his coffee and grimaced. “How do you put up with this swill? I swear I’m going to get you a new coffee maker and supply you with coffee from the club.” Reed’s nose wrinkled in distaste.

“While you’re at it, you should ask Jim if he would mind supplying blueberry scones for these meetings. It would certainly make me more eager to face the endless bullshit that comes from our recalcitrant hospital board. Now that I’m chairman, there are a few board members getting their walking papers.” Bear grumbled.

“You know I’m all for that.” Cisco put down his cup shuffling his papers, taking out a brochure. “Here look.” He handed it over to Bear. “This is the brochure for the oncology wing. It will give our area excellent local treatment for even the worst cancers instead of forcing the patient to travel to Philadelphia, North Jersey or New York. If everything goes as planned, North Jersey and New York will come to us.”

“This looks good, lots of pictures and just enough information.” Bear passed the brochure to Reed.

“Not having to travel was a big selling point to the donors,” Reed said. “I remember when my mother had cancer; the trip to get treatment was as onerous as the treatment itself. Besides, as the state capitol, Trenton should have a top notch medical facility. Change of subject…are you going to the club tonight? Bear and Brian will be there as well as me and my boy.” Reed made a face as he took another sip of coffee. “Swill…” he muttered.

Cisco shrugged his shoulders. “I wasn’t planning on going to the club tonight.”

“We have two new service subs in addition to a couple of new submissive members. You might have some luck finding a boy of your own.” Bear pushed.

“I haven’t had any luck so far…” Cisco took the brochure back from Reed. “I’ll get copies made for distribution.”

“You never know what you might find at the club, you should definitely check out the new crop.” Bear persisted, giving Reed a sidelong look.

Cisco looked puzzled. “You said paid members. You really have subs that pay for membership?”

“Sure. The service subs are for general use by the membership and they play with all of the unattached Doms until they receive a contract offer. They’re hired by the club. The subs who buy membership are looking for a relationship not a sugar daddy. They are more discriminating and are not obliged to play with any Dom that asks.” Bear said.

Cisco, looking interested, tapped his pencil on the table.

Bear continued, “You’ll have better luck with a one who pays for membership. Although subs get a discounted rate because most clubs are Top heavy, you know a sub that pays for the privilege is really into the lifestyle and bound to be more into pleasing his Dom.”

Reed finished his coffee. “Bear’s right. A submissive that pays for membership isn’t a poser. These guys are legitimately into the lifestyle.”

“And the new subs are going to be there tonight?” Cisco’s ears turned red at the tips signaling to Bear his embarrassment at discussing such a personal topic at the hospital.

“I can guarantee that the new subs will be there tonight. We always introduce new members on the first Friday of the month. Bull Raleigh assures me that both the new members and the service subs have successfully finished their training. Bull always trains off-site so that the subs are ready to service Doms as soon as they arrive at the club.” Reed put his coffee cup in the trash and stood, ready to leave. “Of course our sub training is just on protocol, the individual Dom and sub discuss their particular needs when they draw up a contract. As you know the training to be a Dom is much more extensive.” Bear pushed in his chair.

“Do you know any of the new subs personally?” Cisco asked Reed.

“That’s not information Reed can release outside the confines of the club. If you want to find out, you’ll have to show up tonight.” Bear interrupted while putting one of his arms in the sleeve of his overcoat.

“Well, depending on how things go here, I might see you there.” Cisco picked up his appointment book.

“For Christ sake, Cisco, you don’t need to be here for every crisis. Th

An Excerpt from Cisco’s Boy

Here is another excerpt from Cisco’s Boy where Cisco explains to Bear that he doesn’t want to love.

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“I gather you think I should offer for Greg,” Cisco said with a smile.

“If you wish to make an offer you should, my friend, but don’t be under the misapprehension that yours will be the only offer he receives.” Bear pushed his Courvoisier aside.

“Then take me to Reed’s office so I can construct an offer he will accept.”

“One thing I need to say, Greg is looking for a situation where both parties are committed to success. He won’t take a short contract. He will want at least six months to assess the situation. Giving a contract for six months is practical because it is long enough to detect fatal flaws in the relationship and short enough to be able to exit with dignity if the pairing doesn’t work.” Bear moved his stool out from under the bar. “Greg is more into service than pain, although he accepts the need for daily discipline and to be punished for disobedience.” Bear said replacing his stool.

“I will give out punishment and expect to enforce discipline. But love, love is a deal breaker. I already told him and I’m telling you that I don’t believe I’d ever be able to love another man. I’m not about to risk my heart again, for anyone.” Cisco stood.

“Love isn’t something you can dictate in a contract. You should know that. If he falls for you and you’ve warned him, then he decides in six months whether or not he can live with that caveat. You never know, you might be the one who falls for him. It’s not something I would discount.” Bear walked out of the bar and Cisco followed.

“I’d like to put that as a hard limit in any contract I offer. I don’t want to hear or speak about love. It won’t enter into any relationship where love is eventually expected, of that I’m sure.” Cisco was adamant in his dismissal of emotional attachment. The men climbed the stairs to the second floor office.

Bear shook his head. “It’s Greg’s decision as to whether or not he can accept that condition; but I wouldn’t completely discount the possibility on your side. Greg is intelligent, charismatic and well trained with skills that any of the Dominants out there would be happy to claim. If you insist on no emotion entering the relationship, you might as well take any one of the twinks we have as service subs. They would be more than happy to meet your conditions to get a sugar daddy.” Bear said, his voice laced with disapproval.

Cisco’s mouth took a stubborn line. “You know I have no interest in a twink. Please present my offer to Harris as I’ve stated. Put in any terms and conditions you think Greg would need to protect his interests. If he is amiable, I’m ready to sign.” Cisco took the chair in front of the desk. They went over the financials as Cisco laid out his terms to Bear.

On his way downstairs and out of the club; he glanced into the lounge and couldn’t help but notice the line of men eyeing Greg; for some strange reason that pissed him off.

 

 

Cisco’s Boy Out This Week

 

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Cisco’s Boy the third in the Indiscreet Series is coming out this week from MLR Press at mlrbooks.com.

Dr. Greg Harris finally has the money to buy a submissive membership at Indiscreet, a gay BDSM club in Monmouth County, New Jersey. The only thing he wants is to do is to have  Dr. Cisco de Loria as his Master. Cisco wants Greg too, but the one thing Greg most wants to give, Cisco refuses to take, Greg’s love. Cisco is so sure he doesn’t need love that he puts it in as a clause in their contract. If Greg ever mentions love, the contract is terminated. Cisco finds out the hard way that things somehow don’t always work out the way you plan

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Writer’s Block Cures in Time

CiscosBoy (3)Up until two months ago, I had a year’s worth of writer’s block. It was difficult even to write my once a month blog for flirtyauthorbitches.com which appears on the second Friday of every month.

So, if I couldn’t write once a month, how could I write another book –impossible. But the muses are fickle. Two months ago the log jam broke. In just eight weeks I wrote Living With Syn, a sequel to The Sarran Plague in The Sarrans Series. (51,880 words).

I started and finished two novels for the Indiscreet Sereis, Cisco’s Boy  (the proposed cover is on your left), (53,258 words) and Bull’s Whip (52,933 words). These two are sequels to A Matter of Trust and Jack’s Back and part of the Indiscreet Series.. I also finished a novella  called The Drowning (42,251 words) 

Sufficient to say, I was writing day and night and didn’t even want to stop for meals, I was so afraid that the muse would dessert me again. Well I’ve finally slowed down and the results are in:

Living with Syn is to be published by JMS Books in February of 2014.

Cisco’s Boy is under contract to MLR Press and The Drowning and Bull’s Whip have been submitted. I have even started another book tentatively titled A Four Letter Word and I’m 11,077 words in.

So in summation I wrote over two hundred and eleven thousand words in eight weeks. I don’t know if that is a lot for any one else, but it is for me.

Here’s a sample of my work from Bull’s Whip and as usual, Jim and Brian are plotting another poor Dom’s downfall.:

You’ve got to leave Bull Raleigh alone,” Jim Menetti said speaking to Jaime O’Hara, one of the service subs at Indiscreet, the Gentlemen’s BDSM club in Western Monmouth County, New Jersey.

Jim, a collared sub owned a percentage of Indiscreet, along with his Master, Reed Davis and their mostly silent partner, Donald (Bear) Drummond. Jim was sitting in the kitchen having tea with Brian Murphy, Bear’s collared submissive.

Jim and Brian had tea every weekday morning at precisely ten. When Jim didn’t have to work, they were at his and Reed’s cottage; other days they spent Jim’s break in the kitchen at Indiscreet. Jaime stood in front of both men looking sheepish. This wasn’t the first time the ebony haired twink bothered Bull, the Dungeon Master of the exclusive club. Bull trained all the Masters and the subs or they couldn’t get through the door.

Jaime finished training two months before and his crush on the Dungeon Master became legendary in record time. Bull was looking for a sub and Jaime was determined to fill that position. The trouble was Bull didn’t do twinks and Jaime looked like the textbook definition of the word. Jamie was five foot four inches to Bull’s six foot three. Jaime, although buff, was slender with the build of a runner while Bull played as a linebacker for Annapolis and kept his body in peak condition. Jaime had hair as black as midnight that was pulled back in a pony tail that reached his waist. Bull’s didn’t style his blonde hair, he wore a military buzz cut.

Jamie big blue eyes, fair skin along with his slight build made him look as if he would blow away with a strong wind and misrepresented his true age of twenty-two. He looked sixteen on a good day, and a on bad one, barely legal. Bull was thirty had been a captain in the marines who was outed by his lover before they repealed Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell.  In that debacle Bull lost his military career, his health care and his pension. Bull was a bitter man. This made him a very tough Master and few subs wanted to take him on, even the big, burly, type that he favored.

When the new submissives were introduced to the club along with Jamie there was another twink, a blonde and two other men Masato and Greg. It was a close call because Jamie knew that Bull made an offer for Greg. Luckily, Greg wanted Cisco de Loria, and Bull didn’t offer for anyone else.

Despite all of that, Jaime O’Hara wanted Bull Raleigh as his Master with a ferocity that belied his looks and status as a service sub.

“Bull goes for a completely different type,” Brian tried to tell him as he helped Jim put the tea things away.

“You can’t make someone love you.” Jim added standing in front of Jamie hands on his hips showing his exasperation.

“More importantly, you can’t even make him like you. Bull doesn’t do twinks.” Brian put the cups and saucers in the rack to load into the dishwasher.

“But I’m not a twink…” Jamie claimed.

“Walks like a duck, quacks like a duck, has duck feet…just saying.,,” Jim said taking a kitchen wipe to the counter.

“I may look like a twink, but I’m not one.  I can take pain. I’m not a pain slut; but I can take it. I’m not looking for a sugar daddy. I have my own money, a legacy from my grandma. It doesn’t make me rich but it keeps me comfortable. Outside of the way I look, I meet none of the typical criteria for twinkdom.” Jamie said getting in Jim’s face.

“All right, all right, but it’s not me you have to convince, it’s him and he can’t see past the way you look.” Jim sat down on his stool behind the counter.

“It’s not like I run after him, I just put myself in a position where he will notice me.” Jamie said his eyes on ripe with annoyance.

“He’s noticed and complained. Reed and Bear haven’t paid any attention to his protests, but the club can’t afford to lose its Dungeon Master.” Jim sighed, “You’ll have to tone it down. There must be another way of getting him to notice you other than pushing yourself into his face every time you see him.” Jim leaned on the counter and put his hand under his chin.

“It’s not like we don’t want Bull to find someone, we do. Plus, we like you and don’t want to lose you either. But if it comes to a choice between the Dungeon Master and a service sub…well you know the answer to that.” Brian patted Jamie on the back.

“What if I join the club as a paying member? Would that make a difference?” Jamie asked thinking out loud. “It would prove I can pay the freight.”

“It would, but it would also leave you unemployed and unless your legacy was very large, it won’t keep you very well in New Jersey and living off it is the surest way to lose it. You never touch the principal. You live off the interest and if there isn’t enough interest, you work. Unless you want to do something else for a living…” Brian’s voice trailed off.

“I have a degree in accounting. I can do something else for a living, but I wouldn’t be able to see Bull every day.” Jamie said cocking his head to the side.

Brian abruptly sat up, “I have an idea. Wasn’t Reed complaining the club was doing so well he couldn’t keep up with the paperwork?”

“Yeah,” Jim sat up, waggled his eyebrows and drank his tea, “I’ve had to listen to him complain for over six months.”

“Stop that, just stop with the eyebrow. You know it annoys me because I can’t do it.” Brian plopped back down on the stool.

Jamie giggled. “Getting back to what you were saying about Reed…”

“Jim, why don’t we suggest to Reed that Jamie act as his assistant?  If Jamie can do the books and relieve Reed of the general paperwork, Reed could manage the club more efficiently.” Brian was excited.

“You’re right. Then if Bull complains, Reed and Bear would have an excuse not to listen. You’d get paid more money and on top of that have more time to work on Bull.” Jim tapped his fingers on the counter.

“This could really work; but you still have get Bull to like you, never mind collaring you.” Brian observed with asperity. He got up and moved around the counter to start the dishwasher.

“Both Bear and Reed are upstairs. You stay with Brian, Jamie. I’ll go up and see what I can do about a new position for you.” Jim pushed open the swinging door of the kitchen and went upstairs.

Cisco’s Boy

iStock_000012241500LargeI’ve written the third novel in the Indiscreet Series, Cisco’s Boy. This story follows the trials of Dr. Greg Harris and his pursuit of his Master and colleague Dr. Cisco de Loria.

Greg’s problem is that he is in love with Cisco and Cisco doesn’t believe in love.  Greg accepts a contract with Cisco knowing that Cisco neither trusts nor loves him. Greg get help from Brian and Jim who give him advice on baking, home decorating and keeping  his man.

Here is a brief unedited excerpt from Cisco’s Boy:

Brian and Jim sat in Jim’s kitchen about to enjoy his blueberry scones. The Blue Hall teapot stood on the table between them as Brian spooned tea into the pot and poured the water.

“Papa Bear’s going to be upset because he didn’t get one,” Brian giggled.

“Don’t worry, honey, I put another batch in the oven before you arrived.”

“What’s new?” Brian took out two cups and made their tea.

“Dr. Harris released Reed. Yesterday was his last session.”

“That’s cool! It means Greg can finally join Indiscreet.” Brian blew on his tea to cool it.

“I know how much he helped both you and Irene.” Jim turned to the oven, and after grabbing a mitt, took out the second batch. “I don’t think Reed and I would be back together if it weren’t for Greg getting Reed’s head screwed on straight.”

“Greg’s been itching to join Indiscreet since Cisco became a member last year.” Brian took a sip of tea. “He was afraid Cisco would find a sub before he got to join.”

“You know both Reed and Bear offered him a free membership.” Jim took the tongs and put two sugar cubes in his tea.

“I knew he wouldn’t take it. He insisted on paying the fee himself. He told me it wouldn’t mean as much if he got it for nothing.” Washington, Jim’s grey ghost cat, appeared on the kitchen mat.

“Where did he come from?” Brian looked askance. “That cat moves like he’s got a built in transporter.”

Laverne and Shirley started to yap. “Hold that thought, I have to let the dogs out.”

“You mean the furry rats…” Brian tried to keep a straight face.

“Just because Papa Bear thinks Laverne and Shirley are inappropriate dogs, doesn’t mean he can diss them.” Jim flounced toward the kitchen door.

“I’m sorry puppies,” Brian said giving each one an ear scratch. “Maltipoos!” Brian cracked up laughing.

With the dogs in the yard, Jim came in and sat down. “You know, Bull Raleigh is looking for a sub.” Brian told Jim.

“Don’t you dare change the subject. Bull Raleigh, please…How did you know about how Greg Harris feels about Cisco? I guessed but apparently you knew,” Jim pouted, “and even worse, you didn’t share. Cub, I swear you’ll take everyone’s secrets to the grave.”

“Well, I’m sharing now. I couldn’t before. The night that Mrs. James’ boys beat me and knocked me out, Greg made me admit I loved Bear. To get me to talk; he told me about he felt about Cisco.” Brian thrust out his lower lip in imitation of Jim.

“Stop it. You can make fun of me all you like but now that you’ve spilled you’ve got to dish up the rest of the story. What’s Bear been up to? How come Cisco hasn’t found a sub? He’s been at Indiscreet for six months. Some twink should have glommed onto him by now. As a doctor, he’s a good catch.”

“Bear does nothing really blatant. He just points out each candidate’s obvious flaws and incompatibilities. There’s nothing wrong with that.” Brian turned his face away from Jim’s stifling a giggle.

“Unless, of course, you try to point out the obvious advantages of someone else;” Jim waggled his eyebrow.

“There was no one there that Bear thought would be compatible…”

“And now there will be.” Jim took a bite out of his scone. “When?”

“Tonight.” Brian’s eyes shone with mischief.

The Indiscreet Series is: A Matter of Trust and Jack’s Back available now from MLR Press. Cisco’s Boy is coming soon from MLR,

The Other Hero – The Importance of Back stories

 

Dr. Mark Stern

Dr. Mark Stern

When I began to write The Sarran Plague, Dr. Mark Stern was a minor character. However, as I began to write Mark assumed more and more importance until he was in most scenes and became the most important secondary character.

Mark deserves a book of his own and since the sequel to The Sarran Plague comes out in February of two thousand fourteen, I better get cracking.

The character of Mark is so interesting because he has an interesting Back story. Mark was singled out on Earth as having highly developed psychic abilities. His parents literally sold him to the government and he spent his childhood working with government agents, especially General Robert M. Morgan. General Morgan was his handler while he was a child and, later on became the head of the Earth’s secret Pentagon program to use psychics as weapons.

When Mark’s parents and sister died in a fire, Morgan no longer had sway over his life and Mark escaped. With the insurance from his parents, he was able to go through college and medical school which he finished in five years.

After Medical School, Mark signed up to be a Doctor for the United Nations. Secretly he was also a covert agent for the CIA. Disgusted at the political maneuvering and outright corruption of both the United Nations and bureaucrats in his own government, Mark quit both the job at the UN and the CIA and became the Chief of Staff for Manhattan General Medical Center.

If Mark didn’t have such an interesting back story that only peeps through the pages of The Sarran Plague, he wouldn’t have been so tantalizing a character.

Meet Mark Stern, Jonal and Tonas, Tigger and Anya in The Sarran Plague available from JMS Books and Amazon.com at http://www.amazon.com/The-Sarran-Plague-ebook

Sequels to my books currently in the works:

 

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The Sarran Plague has many secondary characters that will eventually get their own story. Cynthia Sinclair will meet her WarriorPair in February of 2014. Mark Stern and Juraens will find their fem sometime after.

A Matter of Trust, The Indiscreet Series already has one sequel, Jack’s Back. Expect to see Cisco’s story in Cisco’s Boy.

Backlist:

MLR Press: Shattered Glass, A Matter of Trust, Jack’s Back – JMS Books: The Sarran Plague, Living with Syn (Coming Feb, 2014)

The Sarran Plague

The_Sarran_Plague_400x600The Sarran Plague was re-released by JMS Book on July twenty first and will be at Amazon.com by the middle of August. It was my first book.

The story is of the world of Sarran where mating is done in Triad for life. According to the Codex, the Sarran Code of Law, all WarriorPairs live to serve their fems. To come home from war and find all of their fems dead or dying left the planet in despair, facing extinction as a people. The Sarrans had Psy power. In order to keep it they had to mate with humanoids whose DNA has not been altered. They needs fems for their dying planet. They found them, on Earth.

Buy at:  JMS Books at www.jmsbooks.com or at Amazon.com.

The New Sarran Plague

To all the fans of The Sarran Plague,  it was re-released on July twenty first with a brand new cover by JMS Books at http://tinyurl.com/loxah7y .The sequel is already written and will be out on February 14, 2014 and is entitled Living With Syn.

The Sarran Plague is the story about the planet Sarran that has experienced the loss of all of their fems. A planet wide deadly virus lost the Sarran any hope of survival. The Sarran found Earth and they began ti believe that there was a chance for their population to survive by importing Earthen fems.

The Sarrans are the Warrior and protectors of the Galaxy and mate in Triad. The Sarran WarriorPair, Admirals Jonal, Prince of Fire and Tonas, Prince of Light are sent to Earth, the only remaining humanoid planet where the original DNA seeded by the First Ones remains unaltered. The Sarrans need to mate with fems who have unaltered DNA because else their psychic powers would be lost. They plan to contact the government and recruit fems to Sarran where the fem is the center of their Warriors’ life and the WarriorPlan is obligated by their Codex; the Sarran laws that rule the planet to serve their fem in every way.

When the Sarran’s get to Earth; they find the Zyptz were there before them and all of the Earthen fems are ill. The Sarrans have a vaccine and an antidote and seek the strongest government on the planet to help distribute the vaccine in return for the right to recruit the fems. The government won’t let the Sarrans recruit the fems instead it gives the Sarrans the fems who have no Earthen ties. Two thousand four hundred and sixty two fems including Dr. Anya Forrest, who has already mated with Jonal and Tonas in their mind through a psychic connection. Jonal and Tonas hear about Anya’s cat, Tigger which they bring to please their fem. 

The story takes place aboard the Brightstar the command ship of the Sarran Fleet. In order to get home to Sarran Jonal and Tonas must fight a reluctant mate, a traitor, a rejected suitor of Tonas and the murderous Zyptz. This is a romance, science fiction and action adventure story and a very good, fast read for a summer beach book. Read how Anya’s Triad and her cat, Tigger save the galaxy. 

For more information and an excerpt; visit my website at ackatt.com. And don’t forget the sequel; Living With Syn coming soon in February of 2014. 

 

Jack’s Back

On February fifteenth I will have a new release from MLR Books. The title is Jack’s Back.  It is a sequel to my BDSM novel A Matter of Trust. Jack’s Back strikes a completely different tone from A Matter of Trust. It tells the story of the breakup and Jim “Boy” Menetti and Reed Davis and is the second novel in my series, Indiscreet. The action also revolves around the BDSM club, Indiscreet owned by Reed Davis and Bear Drummond. I modeled the plot after an idea I got from watching the movie, The Women,   from the great director, George Cukor’s. The women is about a group of soon to be divorcees who meet in the nineteen thirties is Reno, Nevada. The plot revolves around their relationships with their men. Yet, throughout the entire movies you never actually see one of their husbands or boyfriends on stage.
 
In Jack’s Back, the plot is drive by the character, Jack Leary, who never actually appears in a scene nor has a single word of dialogue. Jack acts as a catalyst for all of the book’s plot, yet never actually appears. Here is an excerpt from Jack’s Back.
 
Jim “Boy” Menetti’s perfect eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he piped the last of the cream cheese icing rosettes onto the three layered Carrot Spice Cake. Moving his dark brown hair from his eyes he looked at Brian.
 
“That’s perfect.” Brian Murphy examined the cake from all sides.
 
“I hope so, cub, tonight Reed and I will be together, officially, three years.” Jim bit his lush lower lip, and began chopping roasted pecans to decorate the sides. Brian watched him. Biting his lip was Jim’s tell. Something was very wrong in Jim’s world.
 
Jim threw a tray of pecans across the stainless steel counter.
 
“Here, make yourself useful and pick out three that are perfect for the top.” 
 
Brian sorted through the fresh, roasted pecans in a furious search for three unblemished nuts. “What’s with you lately, anyways?” Brian asked. “I’m the nerd with the nerves. For someone celebrating an anniversary, you look kind of bleak.”
 
Brian was genuinely concerned. He wasn’t a gossip. Brian proved that on the memorable night Jim gave Brian a tour of Indiscreet,  the Gay BDSM club to which both, he, Jim, and their partners Bear and Reed belonged. Something was afoot because Reed called Bear at the unheard of hour of seven a.m. on a Saturday. Reed knew that Bear liked to sleep in on Saturday mornings, and a Bear who had his sleep interrupted was one cranky Grizzly.
 
Brian cocked his head and waited for a response. He knew Jim needed to talk to someone and it looked as if that someone wasn’t going to be Reed. Brian watched his friend. If he didn’t talk to someone soon, there would be no lip left to bite.
 
“Spill!” Brian demanded.
 
Jim sighed. “It’s a long story.” He looked away from Brian and continued to chop the pecans.
“So, tell me already.  It’s not like I’m gonna tattle to Reed.”
 
“I know, it’s just…”
 
Brian saw the moisture gathering at the corners of Jim’s eyes.
 
“Okay, sit.” Brian grabbed Jim’s arm and pulled him over to the end of the long stainless steel countertop. They were in the club kitchen which Jim ran like an emphatic drill sergeant.
“Want some tea?” Jim asked.
 
Brian saw the offer as the delaying tactic it was.
 
“Not really, but I’ll brew you some if that will help put a smile back on your face.”
 
Brian picked up the white porcelain teapot kept on the shelf over the gas stove and took it over to the commercial urn. Brian warmed the inside with hot water as he’d been taught and retrieved Jim’s favorite Earl Grey from the shelf. Deftly, he spooned the tea into the strainer. He then poured the water over the tea and brought it back with some sugar packets and two mugs.
 
“It has to steep…now spill.” Brian put his elbows on the counter and held his face in his hands. It was Brian’s seriously attentive pose.
 
“It’s Reed. Jack’s back.” The threatened tears began to fall in earnest.
 
“Who the hell is Jack?”
 
Jack’s Back is more comedic than A Matter of Trust and although it takes place in and around Indiscreet had almost no BDSM in the book.  I’m working on the third novel in the series which will include more typical BDSM content. Jack’s Back is only thirty-seven thousand words, a quick read. I hope you will pick a copy up and see what happens when an off stage character’s actions dictate the direction of a novel.
 
Jack’s Back’s cover is by Winterheart Designs and designed by Lex Valentine.

 

NANOWRIMO and Bugs Bunny

NANOWRIMO is officially over and I finished about 51,000 pages.  I hate the book.  It needs major rehaul because I decided to follow numerous plot bunnies and got Bugs Bunny. I am going away on a cruise on December 9th and hope to be able to fix it up while I’m gone.

It seems that I don’t have enough time or creativity to write much these days. My muse is on vacation again and doesn’t want to come home.  I have another idea for a book and think maybe if I cant get this one in shape; I’ll put it in the to be done at a later date and start the new one.  Maybe after doing something else I’ll have a fresh perspective on my werewolf story.

I have a new computer and tried to move Schrivner to my new machine.  I didn’t have the registration number so I sent to Literature and Latte for it.  I got the number, however, I didn’t get the serial name. I wrote back and they said they sent me both.  I can’t figure if the number they sent is divided in two or what the problem is.  I’m going to need this to tear apart the werewolf story.  I hope I don’t have to purchase a new copy.

Have a great time shopping for the holidays, everyone. I might get a chance to post a holiday blog about the characters from A Matter of Trust, so I hope you look forward to it.

Setting the Mood Using Food and Ambiance in Novels

Using Location, Ambiance and Food in novels to set a particular mood is a very useful way to get a point across.  For example, in a Work in Progress I set the scene in Autumn in Greenwich Village in New York City as follows:

The low white clouds masked the new moon giving the night an eerie diffused glow.  Christopher Street’s sidewalks sparkled after the early evening rain.  The water washed the city streets clean of soot and put the distinct smell of autumn in the air.  Until this year, he always loved October. The leaves of the trees planted between the sidewalk and the curb began to change color from green to yellow, then red to brown.  Lights shown through the windows of the apartments; created by the Federal era brownstone houses that lined the street.  Sometimes he saw a fireplace lit from behind the French balconies.  In contrast to the aura of peaceful urban living above the sidewalks, outside, groups of five or six young gay men strolled up the pavement, soon to be followed by posses of ten or more. They shouted and jostled each other passed the famous Stonewall Inn where the first stirring of the Gay Liberation movement began, continued from Christopher, down to West Street and onto the Christopher Street Pier built on the Hudson River.
 
This description tells the reader what autumn looks like in that part of New York City.  
In my novel, A Matter of Trust, Bear Drummond’s office portrays the man.
Confident he would remain undisturbed; he set down his briefcase on the king-sized executive chair and walked the few steps from behind the desk to the floor-to-ceiling double hung windows, covered in cherry wood plantation shutters. His large strong hands, with their blunt manicured fingers, absently stroked the burgundy watered silk papering the upper non-brick, portion of the wall. The brick wall bisected from the rich paneling at the bottom by a highly polished, chair rail, carved from the same wood.

Donald caressed the smooth texture of the silk as it slid beneath the pads of his fingers. He loved the look, feel, and texture. 

 
 Setting the scene for Bear suggests that he is a man who likes fine things and may not have always had them.  It tells us something about his character.
 
In both novels the set decoration acts as a mechanism to convey details of the character of the area in which the book resides.  The passage on Greenwich Villiage portrays the feeling of autumn in New York City while the second passage suggests a certain traditional approach to life for a real estate mogul who deals in modern commercial properties.
 
In a work already submitted to a publisher, a character is decorating a cake for his lover.  He fusses over the details in a commercial kitchen.  The use of the cake and the fussy way he goes about its decoration suggest a state of nerves not necessarily related to the cake in the scene.  
 
So the scene, set and food described add to the character you describe as much as the background of a movie set add to the movie.  As the fabled words of a real estate agent describing a properties important qualities, remember Location, Location, Location.
 
 

Lawyers, Writing and Disease

The other day I had a lawyer in the house discussing an accident I had last year.  After talking about the business of depositions and interrogatories he asked me a question, how did I start to write?

Many people have asked me this question and I’m afraid I’ve given a less than forthcoming answer.  The truth is that writing a novel was on my bucket list.  When I started to write my first book I was in the recovery phase of an incident that caused my whole body to shout down.  My kidneys, my liver, my heart all failed and I was about as close to death as you can be without really dying.  My physician, Dr. Mark Zucker of Newark Beth Israel hospital in New Jersey, put me in a medically induced coma and told my husband that with the support of various machines I would either recover or I wouldn’t but the odds were not in my favor.  I didn’t wake up for three weeks and when I did, I was very weak. My brain was dull from the lack of oxygen and I couldn’t stay up for longer than one hour at a time.  This continued for about two months.

I was always a voracious reader and during this time I bought and read so many books that my husband was bitterly complaining about my book bill.  One day I read a really lousy book.  I complained about the plot, the characters and the execution. I impulsively said, “I could do better than that!”

He replied, “Why don’t you?”

In my teens I had journalistic ambitions that were sidelined by marriage and motherhood.  When it became apparent to me that I needed a job, I became an administrative assistant. In that position, I was required to write marketing material, newsletters and ad copy. I thought about what my husband said and determined, why not?

I began my first novel, The Sarran Plague with the idea that a menage should be a true menage.  At that time the  menage stories I read contained two men and a woman had the woman in the middle and the men basically straight and not touching each other sexually.  I decided to write a menage story that was truly a menage, in other words, sex occurred among all parties involved.  I wrote a science fiction because it seemed to be socially unacceptable to write a story where the men were involved with each other exclusively.  The only way I could see writing the men as a sexual unit was to involve a woman.

It took me a year to write my first novel and about two years to bring it to an acceptable level of competence. By that time, I began to look for and see many gay romances and publishers willing to take a chance and sell them.  From that moment on, I decided to write almost exclusively gay romance.

It was a decision in line with my convictions.  I believe in equality among citizens, whether the difference is race, religion, sex or sexuality.  I decided to speak up and write what I believed. I have no idea if one of my novels have changed anyone’s mind about GLBT rights, I can only hope that they did.

I took one of the most awful experiences of my life and pulled out an item from my bucket list, I wrote a book, then I wrote a few more. In doing so I found something in myself and tried to help others to find an open place in their beliefs.  That is really how I started to write.

As far as my health is concerned, I was eventually diagnosed with Mixed Connective Tissue Disease with Lupus SLE.  It is nasty and it gets me down sometimes, but I don’t hate it as much as perhaps I should.  It brought me full circle, back to the writer I always wanted to be.

VOTE: The Non-Partisan Reasons Why You Should

It’s election season and there is nothing more important than your vote.  Your vote tells the government how you wish it to run.  On a local level it determines what businesses move into your town, the efficiency of your schools, the number of police and fireman that serve you neighborhood.

On a national level, your vote determines the fate of medicare for you and your children and grandchildren. It determines whether or note medicare will exist for future generations, whether the poor have access to medicaid and who pays taxes and what they pay.

Your vote determines foreign policy.  It tells the politicians whether you want peace or war. It helps the government to decide with whom to make alliances and who to fight.  It decides whether the fight is with sanctions or troops.  It decides the fate of the troops who come home, the quality of care from the VA, the ability of those troops to get retrained for jobs in the new economy.

Your vote decides who gets to appoint a least two new justices to the supreme court, whether Citizens United stands or falters, whether Roe vs Wade is overturned.  It decides whether GLBT people have rights like marriage, it decides the fate of DOMA (the defense of marriage act) which denies GLBT couples government benefits from their legal spouses.

This is the election, people.  This election decides the direction that this country pursues for some time to come.  It decides whether we go to the far right, or the center.  This is the election of the lifetime.  VOTE.

Second Excerpt – A Matter of Trust

Prologue – A Matter of Trust

In slow degrees, the tow-headed boy woke up on the hard floor. A faint moan, an eyelid twitch, a soft flutter of pale lashes, and then a blue eye opened face-to-antenna with a cockroach. The Sears Tough skin jeans he opened as his birthday gift two days ago felt wet around the crotch and smelled of both urine and feces. His new plaid shirt with the pearl cowboy buttons was torn and bloody. He swallowed hard, past the dry lump the size of a baseball stuck in the back of his throat. He opened his left eye, the one nearest to the bug. It looked as if his bone stuck out of his shirt, a handhold under his elbow; the right arm bent at an unnatural angle just below the tear.

It took a few additional seconds for the pain to hit, long enough for him to realize he did not know how he got here or why. Then, it struck, shock abated.

He hurt, bad. Even so, he knew enough not to cry out. He heard Mama pounding on the door of the bathroom and Aunt Mary in the distance, along with the whine of sirens. Then the pain took him away, and he rode it back to safety.

***

Sixteen years later, Brian Murphy awoke in his narrow bed, shivering despite the intense heat and humidity of a pre-dawn August morning in Trenton. Then he heard them, sirens in the streets. Tears streamed down his face, but his scream was silent.  He had had the nightmare. It was coming with greater frequency, sometimes with small snippets, sharp shards of memory. Despite attempts to consciously retain the images, he was unable to hold on to the details of his dream long enough to bring it into his conscious state. 
He looked at the small wind-up clock on the battered dresser. It was near enough to dawn for him to get up. He dressed quickly in a pair of beige Dockers and a blue shirt. Clipping his only tie, to the shirt, he opened the door. He carried a small kit bag to work and used it to shave in the lobby men’s room, thus avoiding the house’s bathroom and its attendant filth. Shaving in the bathroom at the house was just too dangerous; and it took too long in the morning to clean the porcelain sink thoroughly. Something as small as a shaving nick was an open invitation to the various and sundry fungal, viral and bacterial agents that grew in every corner of the room untreated by anything other this his own scrub brush, bleach and disinfectant.
He showered with rubber shoes and took forty-five minutes to disinfect the area before he took off so much as a sock. Even though minimal laundry service was included with the room, Brian carted his own laundry to the Laundromat every Saturday morning to make sure nothing crawled in and made a new home in his sheets or shorts. For his defiance of Miz James, the landlady, he was forced to pay an extra ten dollars a week. She explained to Brian, “After all, I’s expecting to get the forty from you tenants and if you too cheap to pay an ole lady, you just gonna pay for not taking the service.”
Brian was sure her tactics were illegal, but with the other seamy businesses-taking place right outside his door, this was nothing in comparison. Lacking the funds to move, Brian grit his teeth, smiled at the old witch and said something inane like, “My mother looks forward to doing my washing for me.” 
Miz James spit out, “Liar,” under her breath, but neither she nor he said anything aloud and thus, peace prevailed for another week.
Brian crept silently down the creaky stairs of the boarding house attempting to avoid Miz James’ undue attention while picking his way through empty syringes, broken beer and whiskey bottles and breathing through his nose to avoid the smell of vomit, stale cigarettes and urine. He kept a white-knuckled grip on his penlight and one eye on the stairs it lit. The other hand held onto the rickety railing. Brian did not want to fall and become accidently pierced by a dirty needle, a broken bottle or worse yet, stain his Dockers with human waste…he only had two pairs. He could not afford a conversation with his landlady this morning, not when he had a bit of extra time.
He was due at work in two hours at Drummond Real Estate, where he was employed as an Information Technology Specialist.
He decided to take the extra time his nightmare had occasioned by walking to work instead of taking the bus. It was only a few miles, however. by not taking the bus, he saved the bit of money he had for a cup of coffee and a day-old donut at the diner. This morning, he would not go hungry. Maybe it would be a good day.  

An Excerpt from Shattered Glass

Shattered Glass is a Rock and Roll romance which take place in New Jersey and New Mexico.  The book is a gritty and realistic portrayal of the world of young rockers and touring bands, sex, drugs and rock and roll.  The book isn’t for the faint hearted as the story of Milo and Liam is one of both tragedy and redemption.  The book is not only about the lovers but also about the triumph of friendship over all else.  Here is an excerpt:

Can love survive and be rekindled when a heart is broken like Shattered Glass?

Liam caressed Milo’s cheek and hair. “What if this is all I ever wanted? What if all I want is you?”

Milo wanted Liam so much, but he felt an obligation to make sure his baby knew exactly what he asked. “You know as of this morning you no longer have any obligation to me, the band, or even the record company. You could go to college, even to Julliard. You have a genius for music. You don’t have to tie yourself to me.”

Liam stared into his eyes. “I know what I want. You are my Pied Piper.” Liam reached up and traced Milo’s lips and ran his fingers through his hair. “I love you, Milo. Only you, for always. Screw the party—I only want you.”

Milo lost control. No one could say he hadn’t done his duty by Lily’s son. He had loved his baby for too long to refuse him now. Milo took Liam’s hand and turned it up to meet his lips. He kissed his palm and worked his mouth up to the sensitive pulse point in his wrist. There, where the vein traveled straight up to his baby’s heart, he sucked up a mark. Liam reacted, unlacing Milo’s costume in frantic pursuit of his naked skin.

Milo raised his hand to let Liam know they’d reached the hotel. The driver took them around to the back entrance. From there they took the elevator up to the suite.

As the doors closed, Milo pushed Liam against the mirrored walls. “I’ve had a hard-on for six years waiting for you, love,” he said as he ground their groins together. “Feel me.”

Liam placed wet kisses behind Milo’s ear and nipped at his earlobe. “I want you. I need you.”

Milo crushed Liam against him. “I need you too, baby.”

An Excerpt from A Matter of Trust

A Matter of Trust by AC Katt

Donald watched in his mind’s eye as his massive hands massaged the boy’s body with sweet scented almond oil, making love to his nipples and bare chest. His boy did not necessarily have a virgin ass, but it would be tight around his throbbing shaft. As Donald’s mind sunk into the whirlpool of his fantasy, his alternate persona, Master Bear of Indiscreet took hold.


Bear’s mouth would torment the balls bound with a cock ring and suck vigorously on his sub’s cock building pressure, so it leaked copious amounts of pre-cum, despite the tight fit of the leather harness surrounding the balls and base. Maybe, if the boy begged, he would add a weight or two to hang from the bindings. His boy had two nipples pierced. They had gone together to get it done.


Donald pictured a platinum chain connecting the piercings and smiled for the first time this morning. His cock rose rapidly as the familiar fantasy played. Throwing his head back, he pulled a long, hard stroke, dropping further into his daydream. He closed his eyes and pictured the scene. He grabbed at the bulbous head of his cock and stroked it to the script.


Bear honed his own skills in preparation for his boy by teaching Doms again. A picture-perfect Dominant in tight black silk and leathers highlighting what Antonio had called his kong-sized cock, Master Bear, the toughest Top in the state, hid a tender heart. He ratcheted up the heat as he pulled harder, while squeezing and rolling his balls in his other hand.

His fantasy played on in his mind standing in front of the sink. He and the boy attended a function at Indiscreet. He stood, speaking to Reed. Jim Boy, Reed’s sub, stood behind Reed in a Standing Attention mode.


His boy knelt, legs parted revealing his long, thin, perfectly formed cock, encased in a cock ring that Donald had secured a few hours before. His head remained bowed, but his eyes were alert beneath his long lashes to watch so he could anticipate Donald’s smallest desire. The boy kept his hands locked behind his neck, with his ass poised on the back of his heels, his spine straight and showing no strain after holding his position for over two hours.


Donald tapped his trousers with the index finger of his left hand, once. The boy rose with effortless grace from Kneeling Attention to his knees and, keeping his eyes lowered to the floor, crawled to a position which placed his face at the center of Donald’s belt. He opened his Master’s belt and undid the closure to his tailored pants.


The fantasy in his head was echoed by his now erect member. Abundant streaks of clear pre-cum leaked from Donald’s thick cock head. He took his manicured thumb and pressed it into the slit, rubbing the liquid around the head. His shaft felt as hard and heavy as polished concrete over steel, Donald let the fantasy to play out to its inevitable conclusion.


Donald closed his eyes and imagined the boy as he reached into Donald’s dark silk boxers with hesitancy, waiting for his Papa’s permission. Although his boy loved to suck his Master, he knew sucking his Master’s cock came as a privilege given or withheld at Master’s discretion. He caressed the sub’s wavy, platinum hair, pressing down on his head in encouragement. Those long slender fingers cupped and kneaded Donald’s balls as the boy’s hot tongue engulfed his cock and worked its way down to his sacs with cat-like licks.


His boy learned in detail what his Master craved. He followed the licks by flicking his tongue up, down, and across the prominent veins on the underside of his shaft. He would then adjust his mouth around and under the head of his Master’s huge cock, until Donald shivered with need. Donald pulled his boy’s head closer. This amazing boy gave him total control over every aspect of their lives. All he asked for in return was his Papa Bear’s attention and care for his health and happiness.


Bear thought he received immeasurably more. He tapped his boy’s neck and the perfect oval of a mouth with wet pink lips swallowed the whole nine inches of Bears fat cock until it hit the back of his throat. He relaxed his throat muscles and suppressed his gag reflex, and then he began to massage his Master’s cock with the muscles in his throat. To do this, he had to trust in his Master to pull back and let him breathe. The fantasy felt so real to him he could feel the boy sucking his cock.


Bear took pride in the fact the boy placed his hands in a locked position behind his back. He knew the Master he loved would never harm him. Therefore, the boy would neither gag nor attempt to pull back, giving Donald the power and trust to do as he would. Donald would go deep, fucking his boy’s mouth with hard, swift strokes. He would come in streams and his boy would swallow it all and keep Donald in his mouth, licking around the head and shaft until Donald became soft, drained dry and depleted.

When Donald ran a rifling touch through his hair, his boy straightened Donald’s clothes and resumed position, navy eyes shining up at his Master in adoration, love, and absolute trust.


Donald worked at his cock, and several strong pulls later, released. He came in long streaks all over the sink and countertop, leaving him shaken and holding onto the rim.


He knew his faults. Neither his face nor physique would win any competitions. He tried to even the playing field by the understated elegance of his surroundings and conservative panache of his wardrobe. Even if Bear would be more comfortable in jeans and leathers, he dressed like the Prince of Wales to convince himself of his own worth and prove to those who knew him back then, that now Donald Drummond was a man with whom to be reckoned. He finished cleaning the sink and vanity with a disposable wipe and whispered his request aloud.


“Give me a boy of my own. I need to be special to someone: A Papa Bear…” He had wasted enough time today on this foolishness, he really had to get…


A loud thump interrupted his thoughts, followed by the sound of a slight click. Seconds passed, then a muffled voice hissed, “Oh Shit…Fuck.” 

Free Reads – and A Rundown of My books

There are two free reads up on my blog, Like Thunder – The Sidthe Queen’s Curse and A Permanent Arrangement.

The first is a short paranormal about a gay man cursed for not kissing the Sidthe Queen.  The second story chronicles the story of Colin and Bill, two gay men in New York City from 1952 onward.

Please take a look at them and if you like them consider purchasing my books. Shattered Glass is a rock and roll love story which looks at the seedier side of rock and roll in the context of two gay rock stars torn apart by their own lack of trust and they interference of sinister outside forces who once torn apart are forced to unite for one last song.

My second book chronicles the development of a BDSM lite novel about a real estate mogul and a boy in his mail room.  This book centers on the trust necessary not only in a BDSM relationship but in life and love.

New Short Story – A Permanent Arrangement

Comments on 1952 – Sean

Gramps said that the city smelt and felt different in 1952.  Sausage & Peppers, Mixed Pineapple & Papaya, Cigarette Smoke and Exhaust Fumes blended together with wet newspapers and garbage creating a unique order that said New York.  The end of the war brought about the beginning of the era of white flight. In the fifties, families fled Manhattan to the Jersey Shore unlike their pre-war counterparts who headed into Brooklyn, Queens, or Staten Island. It was a long commute, but the consensus was it was better “for the children.” Gramps lived in Chelsea on Sixteenth between Seventh and Eighth Avenues.  It was a four story double-sided walkup.  He and Grandma had a front facing apartment on the second floor and Great Grandma Molly lived with Dad’s sister Kate on the next floor up.

Gramps was one of the Left behind, who didn’t make it out to suburbia in the first wave, pre war.   Most of the families that stayed were the headed up by Union Men, AFL-CIO, teamsters, dockworkers, truckers, along with some firemen, policeman and sanitation workers.  They lived alongside the garment workers, department store clerks, and occasional artists, writers, musicians in Chelsea, along with the others who couldn’t afford the pricier Greenwich Village and didn’t want to live in the “so-called” East Village, which Gramps said, was a made up name for one of the nastier parts of the Lower East Side. 

For their wives, life was the kids, the church, Tommy the Butcher, the A&P and the Laundromat.  Occasionally, they headed down to the Chinese on Seventh between Fifteenth and Sixteenth and got take out.  Most of them stayed home with the kids and dreamed of a house at the Jersey Shore or somewhere on Staten Island. 

Life for the mostly Irish/German male population of Chelsea in ’52 revolved around their jobs, their families, and depending on the particular male, his church or his bar.  For Gramps, it was Burns Tavern.  The local Taverns were a man’s one escape from the female population of Chelsea.  No respectable woman would enter one; therefore, a man could relax, enjoy a cigarette or cigar and talk sports without someone nagging him to clean the windows or the carpet.

***

Colin, December 1952

He worked four to twelve both tonight and tomorrow, and the following day was Christmas Eve…  That meant Christmas would be on Sunday and he still hadn’t gotten Babs her Mucky Ducky.  He and Edna had argued again.  Momma came down to take Babs and his sister, Kate, came with her.  Kate, of course, took Edna’s side.  Momma wouldn’t interfere; but he’d be damned if he could understand why it would be such a sin for Kate to take one day off to go to his company’s Christmas party with Babs.  They would be giving out gifts to the kids and door prizes to the adults and he and Edna hadn’t danced together since the War was over. 

Momma said she’s watch the “little lambkin;” but Kate had a fit.  She told him in no uncertain terms that she lived in that apartment with Momma and had to put up with the brat five days a week and wasn’t going to do it for six.  Edna didn’t care if Babs missed the party and she absolutely refused to let Colin take her alone. 

He had his usual reaction.  He stomped out of the house like a stupid child and headed out for Burns.  Colin wasn’t a mean or a sloppy drunk, just a gregarious one.  He was a natural born storyteller, a raconteur.  This night, however, he had nothing to say.  He parked down on the last stool against the bar and asked for a Ballantine on tap with a Canadian Whiskey Chaser.  Putting a twenty on the bar, Colin instructed Dick, the bartender, to keep them coming.

He sat on the stool at the end of the bar and got lost in the dark forest of his memories.  He was only seventeen when he figured out that Edna was interested in him.  Encouraged by his sister Kate to ask Edna out, he was stunned when she accepted his invitation.  Colin never could figure out why Edna wanted date, much less to marry him.  Kate had done everything she could to keep her family away from Edna and all of a sudden; she started to push them together just eight weeks before he was going to ship out to boot camp.  He had just turned eighteen. Colin was flattered that Edna, a woman of twenty-eight would be interested in a just turned eighteen year old.  However, Colin worked at grown men’s jobs since his fourteenth birthday and always pulled his own weight.  He was proud of the fact she wanted him.  After all, she was educated, a Registered Nurse and he didn’t finish grammar school.  They married the day before he shipped out and had a one-night honeymoon.

Colin came home from the war in 1945 a lot wiser man than when he left.  They married in October and Edna wrote him in February that they had lost the baby she “conceived” on their one night honeymoon.  Soon after that, he spent two days holed up in an Italian Wine Cellar under German bombardment with nothing but Edna’s letter and vino.  He crawled out of that cellar with three things; claustrophobia that would plague him the rest of his life, an alcohol problem, and the surety that Edna St. Clare, with his sister Kate’s help, married him to provide a name for her bastard child. 

Since both Colin and Edna were Catholic and there would be no divorce, he would only demand one thing out of his sham of a marriage, a child, his child.  It took quite a while for Edna to conceive until Colin went to the library and figured out how she avoided pregnancy.  The next month he carefully watched his wife’s personal habits and kept track on a pocket calendar.  It took an additional six months; but by January of 1951, Babs was born.


Bill Teague came into Burns shaking the snow off his topcoat.  He found Colin at the end of the bar. 

“Hey, Col, didn’t you want one of these for Babs?  You didn’t come in so I grabbed the last one.”

“Jesus Christ thanks Bill, I was so busy drowning my sorrows, I forgot to pick it up.  Edna bought the kid all these fancy clothes and dollies she couldn’t touch, but all Babs asked for was Mucky Ducky.” Colin said.

Colin was not usually a maudlin drunk.  However, tonight he was a very lonely man.  Edna allowed him no close friends and the friends he had made before the war didn’t realize he was somehow different than he was then.  He liked Bill Teague.   The man was an artist who worked part time in retail to get money for his supplies.  They met during the Spring Art Exhibit held in and around Washington Square Park.

Colin took Babs for a walk faithfully every Saturday and Sunday so that Edna would have the time to “clean house and rest” before starting the workweek.  Colin didn’t find Babs to be much trouble.  She was a happy baby and went anywhere he brought her so long as he carried her when she got tired.  Babs feel asleep on Colin’s shoulder as they walked through the new exhibit.  Colin had even paid to have an artist do a profile of Babs in copper.  He would hide it from Edna because she’d call it clutter and throw it out.

He felt a tap on his shoulder and turned to find a tall lanky man holding a ball of wool that looked suspiciously like it came from his favorite sweater, the one he had on. 

“What did you do, bud.”  Colin scowled at Teague.

“I didn’t do anything, Mister, I’m afraid it’s your wee one that’s making your sweater back into yarn.”

“She’s asleep,”  Colin replied.  “Has been for the last hour.”

“And for the last thirty minutes that I’ve been following you, she’s been twitching her little thumb and rubbing it under her nose with yarn.  I’m Bill Teague, an artist of sorts.  I’d like to sketch the little one doing that to your sweater.”

“I’m Colin Kelly.  If I let you sketch me, the guys on the platform won’t ever let me forget it, but I like the idea of you sketching Babs.  She’s cute as a button.  But I could never tell her mother.  She’d say I was making her vain.”  Colin faced reddened, as if he knew he said too much.

“Maybe I could just show your back and her head to the side.  But I don’t know why any mother wouldn’t be proud to show her off, she’s adorable.” 

Colin chuckled. “Yeah, she is that.  Tell you what, we walk the Village every Saturday and spend Sundays in the park.  I drink at Burns.  Now you know where to find me.  I’ll think on it.”

***

Bill knew that his Colin was in bad shape from the moment he walked into the bar.  From the looks of it, Colin didn’t make it in to work and sat at Burns for eight hours steadily downing shots and beers.  Bill eyed Dick and asked if Colin had eaten.  He couldn’t let him go home like this because Edna would have his guts for garters and not let him out with Babs for a few weeks.  That would kill his Colin.  Bill Teague was hopelessly in love with Colin Kelly and had been since he had seen the blond haired, blue-eyed man with wide shoulders at the Art Show.  Those shoulders wide enough to rest a baby’s body and arms strong enough to carry her for hours were enough to send his errant cock into instant attention. 

Bill went and did the unforgivable in his community; he fell for a straight man.  Although sometimes, like tonight, he wasn’t exactly sure how “straight” Colin really was.  In the past months, Bill spent many days walking along with Colin and Babs.  The better he got to know “his man and his baby” the more he loved them both.

Colin aced fatherhood.  He loved his Babs feverishly.  But he knew enough that she needed room to explore.  In the almost two years since Babs had arrived, the two of them had toured most of lower Manhattan. 

Growing up in the city, Colin new everyone.  Babs had sat on Lucky Luciano’s lap and danced to the quarters he put in the jukebox in a pastry shop in little Italy.  She ate Chinese in Chinatown and Colin found she loved Won Ton Soup.   A few weeks away from two, she spoke clearly, albeit in a squeaky voice.  She remembered the names of the people she liked…In other words, Babs Kelly was a lot like her Daddy and she loved him as fiercely as he loved her.  Bill came to Babs’ first birthday party. It was a memorable event. Babs took her first fumbling steps across the room because her beloved Daddy had another little girl on his lap.  As Bill read the situation, Babs already figured out that her mother was at best indifferent to her welfare and at her worse an active detractor. So Babs held on to Colin tightly, knowing he was all she had.

Dick got the kitchen to reheat the lamb stew they had on the menu for supper and Bill made Colin eat every spoonful.  Colin asked Bill if he could keep Mucky Ducky until tomorrow and said he’d pick him up just after the party at work.  Bill sighed but let Colin have his way.  Bill and Dick poured Colin into a taxi and sent him home.

Dick was old school Irish and blunt as a hammer.  “Teague, you’re not blatant about it, so I don’t mind you coming in to drink with Colin, but does he know you’re a faggot son?”

“No, Dick.  I’m just his friend and God knows, he needs one.”

“Yeah, between Edna and that bitch of a sister, Colin doesn’t have much of a life.  Don’t make it worse for him Teague, or we’ll all make it worse for you.”

“Understood.”

When Colin didn’t show up the next day for Mucky Ducky, Bill knew something was wrong; Colin wouldn’t forget about the duck for Babs no matter how hung over he was.  Bill grabbed a cab (he never did acquire the talent of whistling for one) and he and Mucky Ducky rode over to Colin’s apartment.

He pushed the buzzer and got no answer.  Then, he saw a little head just over the window to the courtyard, her eyes lit up and the buzzer rang back.  Bill took the stairs two at a time and Babs was waiting with the apartment door open.  He little face was dirty with dust and tear tracks.  She took Bill’s hand and pulled him over to the couch. 

There was Colin; covered by debris from a collapsed plaster ceiling that was soaked with water.  Bill remembered Kate lived upstairs.  He pulled the plaster chunks off Colin and ascertained that he was still breathing.  He then took Babs into the bathroom and gave her a bath.  They made coffee in the kitchen and eventually Colin woke to the smell. 

Colin and Bill said nothing to each other, but both of them knew that Kate and Edna had planned this together.  If Babs had snuck up on the couch to curl up against her Daddy, the plaster chunks that barely left a lump on Colin’s hard head might have killed her.  Bill knew at that moment, what Dick had tried to tell him the night before.  His heart was breaking in two.  He wouldn’t be sharing time with Colin and Babs any longer.

***

1959


Bill hesitated at the top of the steps.  He hadn’t been in the bar in a few years.  Burns Tavern had expanded. They now had a dining room that served Irish comfort food to the neighborhood.  There were more women in the establishment now.  They came with their husbands for a night out.  The actual bar served as a refuge for Dick’s long-term clientele.  Thick smoke hung in the air over the “bar” part of the establishment.  It was obvious that Dick wanted to rid himself of the “old” crowd and plug in to the new family dining out concept.  Dick flicked his thumb to the end of the bar.  There was a man slumped over the rail.  Uncontrollable sobs racked his body.  He looked disheveled, even dirty; although there seemed to be enough money on the bar to pay his tab. 

Dick motioned Bill over to the “hostess” stand.  “Get him out of here before I have to throw him out.  I’m sorry.  You are the only one I could call.”

“It’s okay, Dick, I know how much upset that poor sorry bastard must have cost you to reduce you to the low of calling in a queer to help out.”  Bill sneered.

“Get his ass out of here before I call a cop to do it.  It would kill him to have Babs know that and you know Edna would tell her, first thing.”

“You are just as much a hypocritical bastard as Edna is a hypocritical bitch, Dick; but I’ll take care of Colin for old times sake.”

“Colin…come on baby, it’s Bill.  I’m taking you home.”

“Missed you Bill.  Can’t go home, don’t have one.  The smaller man shrugged his shoulders.  Even Dick doesn’t want me anymore.  Why’d you leave me, Billy?  You just stopped being my friend.  You left, and my Babs were all I had….Jesus, Billy, Momma died and she sent Babs away to Catholic Boarding School.  Babs hates it.” Colin began to sob quietly.

“Come on Colin, let’s get out of here.  We’ll go to my place and get you clean and sober.  Then we’ll talk and see what we can do.”  Bill carefully supported Colin until he stood on his own and supported his arm allowing him to leave with dignity on his own two feet.

Bill Teague was a “name” in New York City’s Art Community.  He worked in all mediums, oils, pastels, stone and clay.  He played with casting bronze.  He didn’t need money.  His parents had passed leaving him a huge trust fund and collectors and museums alike sought after his work.  He wasn’t satisfied with the current intensity of his work and knew he never would be until he could be with the man he loved or fall in love with someone else. 

He hadn’t seen Colin since Christmas Eve in 1952 when he almost gave it all away.  Colin would have been horrified, so rather than have Colin look at him the way Dick did; he opted out of Colin’s life.  And now, again close to Christmas, he found himself propelled back into it.

Bill owned a double townhouse on the square with a huge loft on the fourth floor for his art projects.  The stoop was high as the original kitchen and servants’ area were in the lower levels. Admittedly, the house was worth much more than he paid for it.  The Powers that Be considered that the city was going downhill and spoke about White Flight, leaving architectural gems to be picked up by the “queers” at bargain basement prices.

He got Colin down the stairs to the back entrance by the kitchen.  He quickly put together the ingredients for an urn of coffee.  He made it the way he knew Colin liked it strong and thick.  He removed Colin’s Navy snorkel. Street salt and mud fell off in chunks on the kitchen floor. Underneath was a quilted vest with snaps, followed by a rough plaid shirt, a thermal shirt and a plain T-shirt.  Colin made no protest as Bill pulled off each layer. 

“Drink more of the coffee, Colin.”  Bill said, urging the mug into his hand.

“I don’t remember ever being here, Bill.  Why was I never here?  What did I do to you to make you hate me, never could figure it out.  And yet, now, when I’m completely on my ass, you came.  Why Bill?”

“Strip off your lower half, Colin.  I’ll run you a tub.  You get clean and into a robe and I’ll fix us something to eat.  Then, you can tell me what happened to you tonight and I’ll tell you what happened to me six years ago.  Deal?”  Bill asked.

“Deal.”  Colin answered.  “I missed you, Bill, more than you know; I missed you.”

“Towels in the bathroom, Col.  We’ll talk.”  Bill was glad Colin went into the bathroom quickly.  He almost lost it.  There had been men, many men in the last six years and endless stream of men; but none of them were Col.  He stood over the washer as he spot cleaned and Wisked Col’s clothes.  They were almost rags.  How long had he been on the streets?  Why hadn’t Dick called him sooner? 

He came out of the laundry room and back into the kitchen.  It was still set up in the old style white tiled walls trimmed with black with the black and white tiled floor.  He thought of Babs when he bought this place.  Hopscotch. 

Colin came out of the bath wearing Bill’s robe.  It hung about 7 inches too long on his much smaller frame.  Colin looked shamefaced but feisty.  Colon fought to catch his breath, his breathing labored.  Once Bill got him settled, he was calling the Doctor.  He was sure Colon had pneumonia.

“Dick called you?”  Colin asked.

“Yeah.”  Bill answered.

“Why, you’ve ignored me for six years?” 

“Because he knew I’d come,” Bill answered quietly.

Colin shook his head in disbelief, “Why would you come?  How did he know that?”

“He just did,” Bill said.  “Why don’t you tell me what happened to you.  I promise I’ll fill in the blanks when you finish.”

Colin began to sputter in protest.  Bill held up his hand.  “You have to go first, because when you hear what I have to stay; you may leave and I’ll never know about you, about Babs…”

“Do you have some cream for this sludge?”  Colin asked.

“That’s how you like it.” 

“Doesn’t mean I don’t want to dress it up. But, unlike the coffee, I can’t dress this one up.  I missed our friendship, hell; it was the only one I had not dictated by Edna.  Momma died last year.”  Col’s voice cracked a bit.  He started to cough, racking, hard coughs.  It sounded like his lungs were rattling.

“I’m so sorry, Col.”

“It was quick, a stroke.  You know she minded Babs during the day while Edna slept.  Edna got a twelve to eight shift that paid more at the hospital.  Momma was taking Babs to pre-school, and then kindergarten Edna would pick her up after school.  I would take her upstairs to Momma’s apartment just before I left for my twelve to eight and it would all begin again the next morning.  I was worried about Momma.” 

“Kate was also playing the hypochondriac.  She was in bed all of the time and had Momma waiting on her hand and foot.  Babs always watched Momma comb her hair.  Momma’s hair reached below her waist, at 73 there still was a lot of it.  All that Babs remembered was that Kate called, Momma told her to go and see what Kate wanted.  When Babs came back, Momma was on the floor.  Kate didn’t believe her and the poor poppet just started to scream and scream until I came home at 8:00.  Everything seemed to fall apart after that.”  Col chest began to spasm again.

“How long you had that cough, Col?”  Bill asked.

“Since I left the house, I haven’t been able to get warm.  I was home sick when it all started.”  Col said.  “Let me lay out the rest of it Bill, while I still have the strength to sit upright. Edna didn’t want to change shifts, so I did.  I got one of the Hennessey girls down the street to watch Babs from 3:00 when she came home from school until 4:30 when I arrived.  Edna had her enrolled in sleep away camp during the summer for six weeks and followed that up with another day camp.  My sister, who was unable (so she said) to support herself came to live with us despite my protests.  Edna gave her Babs’ room and Babs had to move to the couch.” 

“I strenuously objected to Babs being displaced by my sister but Edna ignored me.  By September, Edna again, over my objections, had Babs enrolled in a Catholic Boarding School up in Westchester County.  It takes an hour to get there by train.”

“She hates it, Bill.  They all have parents that contribute to their building fund. They know Edna is a poser; a wannabe.  When Babs did make some fancy friends, Edna wouldn’t let them come see her at the apartment because Edna was ashamed.  When she went back to school, they all knew that Edna’s mother was ashamed of where they lived.  The nuns started treating her like dirt. Babs called that night.  She was crying so hard she could barely speak.  She begged me to come home.  I promised her, Bill, I promised to see what I could do.  I gave Edna an ultimatum.  I said she had to bring Babs home or I would report her for sneaking all the drugs out of the hospital for my sister.  She just laughed at me and threw me out.

“All of the accounts, everything is in her name.  I only have what I earn and she is petitioning the court for separation and support.  I didn’t even have enough in my pocket for a furnished room.  She’d been laying the groundwork for years.  With Momma gone their were no more obstacles; I guess I managed to move up her timetable.”

“I got paid today.  I thought about getting that room and a hot meal, being clean and seeing the doc, then I thought, for what.  I didn’t have Babs; I had lost you long ago.”  The tears began pouring down his cheeks. 

“I never told you six years ago, Bill.  I should have, but I never did.  I’ve had feelings for you.  Feelings that aren’t right. Ever since that day we spent putting together Babs’ duck after the ceiling caved in, I realized I was never really attracted to women.  If I had been, I would have cheated on Edna years ago.  But you, you I would lie, cheat and steal for Bill; and not give a damn.  I’ll never get Babs’ back.  Edna’s got that locked up tight.  She hired some fancy assed lawyer.  They won’t let me on the grounds of the school to see her.  Edna has them convinced that I’m a drunken menace.  Six years ago, I had something to offer you Bill.  Now I’m a drunk in truth.”

“Oh Baby,” the bigger man pulled Colin off his chair and into his lap, “All I ever needed or wanted was you and Babs. We are a pair of gay men and even if we weren’t gay, the mother usually gets custody of the children.  But, Baby, I have enough money to throw around to get you visitation.  Especially if you’re willing to go and dry out.  It will be tough, but I know you can.  I love you, Colin Kelly, I always have.”

Bill stood, lifting them both out of the chair and walked up the stairs.  Another flight and they stood on a landing with three doors.  Bill said they were connecting suites with a powder room in the middle.  Bill stood for a moment to think, and then in a shaky voice said to Colin, “Where do you want to stay.  This suite connects to mine, but there are others upstairs.”

“I don’t want to stay upstairs; I don’t want to stay next to you, Bill I want to lie in your arms.  I want you to make love to me.  I want to be touched by someone who wants me, not someone else from years passed.  I want you so bad.  Please let me stay with you.”  Then, turning his head into Bill’s chest, Colin did something totally unexpected, he grabbed Bill’s cock and said, “Let’s go to bed, I want to taste this.”  

July 1969

Once Colin went through detox, Bill talked him into returning to school.  Colin didn’t want to take money from Bill, but Bill told him it was a loan.  Colin didn’t know that Bill made sure everything he owned would eventually pass to Colin and Babs.  It only took Colin two years to graduate from NYU with a Bachelor’s Degree in English.  Bill wanted Colin to continue on for his Masters Degree, but Colin had other ideas.  He picked up an old typewriter from the Salvation Army Store on Fourteenth Street and in less than two months; churned out a military potboiler. 

Now both Colin and Bill made a splash around the gay artsy crowd.   The Stonewall Riots politicized the neighborhood.  Colin joined the groups working quietly behind the scenes to improve the conditions of gay and lesbian life.  Until January of this year, he hadn’t had an “unsupervised” visit with Babs.  He knew the road he chose was rough, but his gut burned to make it better for those who followed. 

Since January, Babs made regular trips into Manhattan with her friends to “shop.”  They never saw the inside of Macy’s and always came straight to “Uncle Billy’s.”  Babs’ friends loved Colin.  She hung with a theater crowd and the fact that Billy was an artist and Colin a novelist gave his Babs some cache.  She never spoke about her life with Edna and Kate.  They had moved to New Jersey back in 1960 to thwart the court imposed visitation, but Billy’s lawyer didn’t let them get away with it. However, Babs had never been able to talk to him frankly about her life. 

He worried, but when Bill held him in his arms every night, he could make Colin forget the whole ugly world out there.  He remembered the first time they made love.  He had a virgin ass, hell, he had a virgin everything.  He only knew he wanted to touch Bill and run his mouth and tongue over his skin.  He wanted Bill to fill him, and although he was afraid of the pain, he wanted Bill to possess him completely.

Bill laid Colin out on the bed, removing his robe and then let his own drop to the floor.  He lay down beside Colin and began to worship his lips with his tongue.  It hadn’t taken Colin very long to pick up on the technique and soon he was kissing Bill with just as much enthusiasm.  Bill ran his long arms up and down Colin’s smaller body; stopping at his tight little ass.  Bill pulled Colin in closer and reached under his pillow for the lube.  He poured some oil into his hands and proceeded to slick up his cock and then Colin’s. 

Bill ground his pelvis against Colin’s.  Both cocks were shafts of steel with Bill’s being longer and thicker.  Colin’s cock was average in size, but what nature had not give in length and girth she compensated for with a very active mouth and golden hands.  Colin was shocked his hands could make Bill shiver with need.

Babs was due that weekend and was bringing a boyfriend.  Colin was concerned that they would disgust her Michael, but Bill told him that any man Babs loved would understand and the kind of man Babs needed would accept their relationship with little hesitation.   

Because they had guests coming for the weekend, Colin planned to seduce Bill tonight.  Bill had been in his studio all afternoon.  When he came down the stairs, Colin presented him with a tray of Oysters Rockefeller and caviar, egg and toast.  He had prepared Caesar Salad, and Duck in Plum Sauce stuffed with foie de Grasse.   He had actually attempted a trifle and although it looked a little messy, he was sure it would taste fine.  Colin always looked to please Bill.  Bill was his “Top.”  Although their relationship was much looser than the term implied.  Colin looked around with satisfaction.  This setup would buy him a blowjob, and a hard fuck up the ass if he weren’t mistaken, he rubbed his hands in anticipation.   

***

                It was after eleven and Bill had crawled out of bed to get a drink of water.  Colin had just about worn him out and he loved it.  Never, in the last ten years, did he believe he made a mistake in loving Colin Kelly.  They had had hard times and good times but they always managed to pull through together.  Even that old bastard of a homophobe Dick came to their home and grudgingly approved of their relationship.  Bill was a bit more cynical than Colin who believed that Dick had seen the light.  Bill knew the population of the area was turning liberal and young and that Burns Tavern couldn’t afford to antagonize the next generation of customers. Burns had a changed atmosphere.  The “old guard” would buy drinks and meals for the struggling artists, artisans and theater people.  They in turn would make sure the old guard got tickets to everything they appeared in, even after them “made it.” 

When the phone rang, Bill pounced to get it.  Colin stayed up all last night finishing his latest military novel.  He had moved on to the politics of the present war and he was bothered by what he saw, it was too similar to the last few abortions.  After finishing the novel, he stayed up all day planning Bill’s surprise.  Bill wanted him to get more sleep before Babs arrived with “the boyfriend” because he was beginning to become worried about Colin’s health. 

He picked up the phone and a chill ran down his spine, no good news ever came by phone after midnight. 

He and Colin sat side by side in the waiting room of Saint Vincent’s on Eleventh Street.  Bill had an impression of intuitional green walls with a lot of old wood paneling.  There were crosses everywhere and stained glassed windows.  The Doctor had already come out and pronounced Michael, Babs’ boyfriend, dead.  Babs was in critical condition.  Michael’s parents made their way over to Colin.  Colin didn’t let go of Bill’s hand.  The mother, a soft-spoken blonde with cow brown eyes took hold of Colin’s other hand. 

“I’m Marna, Michael Sr. and I loved her just as much as Junior did.  Please listen to me, Mr. Kelly.  There is something that needs to be done.  Bill sat up straighter and pinched Colin so he would pay attention to the quiet spoken women.  Babs’ mother was a mean selfish bitch.  Our Michael was six years older than she was and tried to watch out for her since they met.  He told us he fell in love with her when he first laid eyes on her.  When we met your daughter, we knew why.  Her mother threw her out of the house tonight, literally laid hands on her in violence.” 

“She’s was and I hope still is, pregnant.  They were coming to see you and planning to get married in Maryland.  They wanted you to accompany them and us to meet them there.  If something happens to Babs, Edna’s going to try to get custody so she and Kate will have another live-in maid.  Don’t let it happen, Mr. Kelly.”     

 “We are going to sign Michael’s rights over to you.  Michael Senior has an extremely bad heart and because of that, we can’t get custody.  We know about your lifestyle; but we are not judgmental.  We know Edna.  But Babs loved you.  Michael would have wanted it that way.  Please don’t let Edna get my Michael’s child.”

Colin looked at Bill in a state of disbelief.  “Bill…”

“I love her too, Baby.  We’ll do whatever needs to be done…”  with that Bill Teague kissed Colin Kelly right in front of God and Everyone; as if they had the right, the same right and privilege to love as the rest of humanity.

Babs was pale when they were finally let in to see her.  She only asked for one thing.  Please Daddy, Billy, make them keep me alive until Michael’s baby is born.  Bring me lawyer’s papers, I want to make sure that Edna never gets her filthy hands on my baby.  Babs fell back on the pillow her breathing shallow as if she exerted a major effort.

Bill called his lawyer the next day and papers were drawn and signed by the Domechis, in their son Michael’s stead, and by a very weak Babs.  The last signatures were Colin’s and Bill’s. 

Colin murmured to Bill, “Are you sure about this.  You’ve done so much for us already.”

“Don’t you get it yet, Colin Kelly?  I love you.  She’s as much my daughter as yours and I will do anything to put her mind at ease.  Including calling one of your friends from the old neighborhood to take care of Edna, if necessary.”

*** 

May 30, 2004

“Gramps, you better get your ass in gear, if you want to make it to the wedding on time.”  Shouted Sean.

“Who are you calling Gramps old man.  Between you and your twin sister you have six of your own with two more on the way.”  Grumbled Colin.  “I have no idea why you and Aileen decided to make such a big deal of this.”

“Never mind, old man, it is a big deal and you know it.”  Sean chocked up.  “Come on now, put on the tux.”

“Where is your sister?”  Asked Colin.

“She’s with Billy.”  Sean answered.

“What about Kevin and the Bride to Be?”  Colin asked.

“Don’t worry about that Gramps, Aileen and my Girls are taking care of that.” Sean answered.

“Gramps, did I ever tell you how much Aileen and I loved you and Billy.  How much we appreciated you taking us in and raising us.  From what I’ve heard from Dad’s mom, Aileen and I were blessed to have you.”

Aileen walked into the beautiful seaside suite.  The kids insisted that the wedding take place in Provincetown, why, Colin had no clue.  “He’s right, Gramps.  We were very, very lucky and we love you and Pop Pop more than we can say.”

“You look just like your mother, Aileen.  And you, the man your father would have grown into.”

“I know Mom loved both you and Pop Pop.  Grandma Marna always told us how she loved you, Billy and our Dad.  It’s time, Gramps.”

Aileen gave Gramps a kiss and left the room. 

“I’m to escort you downstairs, Gramps.”

“Where’s Aileen going and where is Billy?”

“Aileen is going to check up on Billy and help the girls with Kevin.  Come on now, we’ll be late.”

***

Kevin maneuvered Colin to one side of the small wedding chapel.  He stopped briefly to straighten Colin’s tie; gave Colin a little push and Colin found himself standing next to his Billy before a Justice of the Peace.  He turned, and all of his extended friends and family filled the chapel.  His friends from his GLBT group, stood side by side with Joe, Tony and Dick from Burns Tavern.  The editors, publishers and his agent were side by side with his former trucker friends. 

All of Billy’s Art Crowd were mingled among them.  Billy took his Colin’s chin between his fingers and said, “Maybe I should have asked before I set all this up, but, Colin…” Here 87 year old Billy tried to get down on his knees…”

“Get up you old fool and spare your knees.  I’ve loved you for over 50 years; would I be saying no to you now?  I love you Billy Teague.”

“I assume you’ve got the rings, Sean.”

“Yes, Gramps.”

“Then let’s make this a permanent arrangement.”


Summer 2008

”Aileen, do you think we did the right thing with the headstone?” Sean asked.

“Yeah, we did the right thing.  Both Gramps and Pop Pop swore they had never lived until they met each other.  This was the way they would have wanted it.  And they are resting right next to Mom and Dad.”

“I suppose you’re right. Mom missed so much by being tied to Edna.  At least she found Dad.”  Sean answered.

“God, I miss them already.  Do you think our kids and grandkids will miss us as much when we go?”  Aileen asked.

“Actually, I do.  We had two pretty great examples.”



William Teague

and

Colin Kelly

1952 to 2008

A Permanent Arrangement

Like Thunder, The Curse of the Sidthe Queen

His watch read one am. Although  the windows were open there wasn’t a hint of a breeze. A major power outage turned Asbury Park’s newest luxury high rise into ten, three-winged stacks of elegant ovens. The largest and hottest occupying the top two floors of the building – the penthouse suite. Both the bedroom and the great room had doors to the balcony which wrapped around the eastern corner, facing the ocean view. Barry and Jack tried sleeping on the balcony lounges yesterday but tonight they were wet from humidity and sticky from the salt fog that rolled in from the beach.

Tonight, they lay  naked, in  bed  touching fingertips. Barry, the artist, held his head up with his arm as he watched Jack’s face in repose. Jack slept fitfully for the last few weeks. Sweat poured off his brow and and drenched the pelt of thick raven hair on his head, making it curl. The dusting of hair across his pecs held beads of sweat which hung on the tips of his chest hair. Breathing sent rivulets down his chest bone to the dark thatch of hair surrounding his penis and covering his balls. Here the sweat glittered like tiny diamonds in the twilight.  Jack’s body shone as if Barry had rubbed him with scented oil. Tonight Jack was not at ease, his body was in constant motion as if he were afraid.  Awake, the man fear nothing but asleep, there was a hougan that haunted the cloud paths.  Barry was just enough of a Celt to believe in hougans, little people, the Sidthe and the brownies.  However, Barry was too much of an artist to miss capturing Jack with his tortured heart drawn across his body.

Thunder rumbled in the distance coupled with brief flash of light. The storm headed their way but he didn’t want to turn on their radio until it was necessary least the batteries run dry. Jack looked so wanton in the dark that Barry fumbled down the spiral staircase looking about the apartment to retrieve his sketch pad.. He found it and his charcoal pencil. He took the candelabra and a brace of candles from the sleekly modern dining table and raced back up the stairs. He had to finish the sketch before the storm.

Barry crept back into position, Jack was still asleep. He briskly sketched the outline of the beloved face, the strong square jaw, the high cheekbones and aristocratic nose. The eye sockets were deep yet the lashes of those eyes so long they hit his cheeks just above the lower lids when closed. One arm was flung across the broad chest. It was muscled and strong enough to make Barry feel safe in his embrace.. The other arm lay across his six pack, the hand reaching down and barely touching the beautifully shaped penis that was an impressive six inches, soft, but could harden at the sound of Barry’s voice to a full stiff nine inches that Barry could barely fist. The thunder rumbled closer. Barry’s pencil moved over the page with greater speed.

He only needed a few more minutes to finish and then, as he had done with all of the other forbidden sketches, of his lover, he would destroy his art. Jack had made no rules in their relationship. no demands. All he ever asked was that Barry never draw, paint or in any way render his image on paper. But, sometimes, like now, when Jack looked so erotic and enticing, Barry could not resist. He always destroyed his renderings so he felt no harm could come of these small sins. After all, Barry was an artist and when artist recognized beauty it compelled him to  interpret what he saw. It was a hard-wired instinct.

The storm crept up sooner than Barry sensed. There was a sudden loud boom and a strike of lightening so close he could smell the sulphur. Jack sat up in the bed and looked at the sketchbook in Barry’s hands. He smiled sadly at Barry.

“Oh, baby, I was so fucking happy here with you. Why did you have to deceive me. A few more hours and I would be rid of this curse and…”tears spilled down the cheeks already made wet by the rivulets of sweat.

Barry blue eyes blazed with astonishment. Barry’s hand ran through his blue-black hair and his navy eyes blazed, “What curse? Who laid it and have you looked into a method of removal?”

Barry was second generation Irish, a people close to the old ways.He didn’t  waste time telling Jack that such things do not exist or that he should go to see the local shrink.  Barry knew Jack told the truth!

Jack hung his head. “I once had the audacity to rebuff the Sidthe Queen when she wanted a kiss of greeting. I knew, even then, that I was a lover of men and refused. She cursed me and said, Even you, a lover of men should respect a woman enough to kiss her cheek or give her comfort. A woman gave you life. You let your vanity overcome your sanity.

Barry shouted now over the noise of the hail and the rain, “What was the out, there is always an out.”

“The out was that I would live with someone a year and a day and not once look at a rendering of my face or form. She said that this would remind me what was gold and what was dross.”

“Please Barry, you are the first person in the last seven hundred years that has loved me for myself. I know you have drawn pictures before; but you were always careful enough to burn them before I saw them. I won’t be able to help but reach for that sketch and then…and then I will be banished again to another place and another time right before your eyes.”

“Jack, I won’t let her take you.”

“You won’t have a choice.”

Barry pulled his weeping lover into his arms. “know that you are my soul mate. There will never be anyone else for me.” his voice held a solemn promise.

“As you are mine…but I have a hundred lifetimes to live without you. You will have just one, my love.

“Wait…wait,” yelled Barry as his lover began to pack. “Don’t you realize, you haven’t looked at the sketch. I can burn it like I did the others and it will be as if it has never been.”

Jack turned back and looked at Barry with blue eyes, “It doesn’t work that way. Once I know it exists, I am forced by honor to stay in the vicinity of the picture until the time limit specified by the curse is finished. I will be unable to resist looking at it no matter where you hide it.”

“How many hours, baby?” Barry asked.

“Two, maybe one and a half by now. Our first anniversary was yesterday. You brought me home from the Pony and I stayed. It was about 3:00 am. It’s 2:00 now., another hour, maybe two to be safe.”

“I can keep you from looking at that sketch for more than two hours. You are going to be otherwise occupied, prepare for the ride of your life.
Barry slid into the bed beside Jack. He traced his lips down the his sweat slicked chest, laving the dark nubs seated like coins on his pecs. He nipped them with his teeth, and worried them with his tongue. He traced the trail of hair down to his navel, with kisses, stopping along the way to place love bites on the places he knew drove Jack to distraction.
“Oh love, my love,” Jack shouted as his shaft filled standing up from it’s furry black nest.
Barry didn’t go for the prize, instead he moved his head to the place between Jack’s leg and groin, tasting, rubbing his nose in the musky scent of sweat and man.

Outside the sky still poured, the rain running in rivulets down the expanse of windows, obscuring the view of the ocean. 

Barry turned Jack over and began to run his hands and lips down his spine. Seating himself on Jack’s back, he began to massage his shoulders thus preventing Jack from movement by the sheer force of his will. He ground his hands into the tension of Jack’s shoulders forcing his to relax his muscles.  Jack groaned.

Barry continued the massage working his way down from the shoulders to the small of his back where he again worked his magic tongue.  Rubbing his hands over the cheeks of Jack’s ass; he pulled them apart, inserting his wicked tongue in between tracing the lines of his buttocks, where they met in a circle. 

His lips moved further down into the recesses of the opening right to the small rosette in the middle. Barry began to nip around the hole tongue flying over the surface after each bite.
By this time, Jack was groaning, thrashing around the bed completely oblivious to anything except the feel of Barry’s talented tongue.  Barry rolled his tongue and attacked the rosette, laving around the circle pushing further and further inside. He fucked Jack’s hole with his tongue making Jack scream, bringing him to the brink of orgasm. 

Barry moved his tongue and caressed Jack’s ass with the stubble of his cheeks abrading the soft skin with the hint of his whiskers.  As soon as he was sure Jack pulled back from the edge, he moved his mouth down to the perineum kisses the area underneath his balls.
“I want you to get a piercing right there for me so I can tug it when we make love.” Barry said through gritted teeth.  He turned Jack over to face him,, Jack’s eyes were shut tight in ecstasy. Barry took a second to glance at his watch. He had fifteen minutes.  

His tongue traced the oval of Jack’s navel and traveled down to the bottom of his shaft.  His mouth moved over Jack’s balls taking each into his mouth and sucking them tenderly. Moving his tongue over their tender surface, then tugging and rolling them in his hand. 
 
Barry moved his mouth to Jack’s cock.  He circled the head with his tongue, moving down the sensitive underside then back up to circle the top and drew back the foreskin to drink the precum from his slit. He mouthed the head and used his hand to move along the shaft taking his mouth and placing it down around the shaft. He sucked in Jack’s cock, lips creating a velvet glove around the circumference.  He moved his mouth up and down creating friction coupled with his hand moving up and down the entire nine inches. 
 
Opening his throat he took Jack down and caressed the cock with his throat muscles.  Jack began to thrust into his mouth.  Barry squeezed the bottom of his shaft to prevent an orgasm.  
He grabbed the lube from under the pillow.  There was no need for a condom because they had been exclusive from the night they met and tested twice since then.  If there was any night to dispense with latex, tonight was it. 

“Jack, I’m going to fuck you tonight for the first time. Tonight you’ll be the bottom.”
All Jack could do was groan, “Fuck me, please, let me come.”

Barry opened flipped open the slick and spread it on the area around Jack’s hole and on his fingers.  He breached Jack with his first finger, curling the finger and stretching the muscle.  “Can you take a second finger now?” Barry asked.

“Burns, burns so good.” Jack moaned. “Never bottomed before, you are the first. I love you so much. I don’t want to leave you.”

“Easy, babe, you’re not going anywhere.” Barry answered with a firm tone of voice he didn’t even realize he owned.

“I’m putting in the second finger. Bear down.”

Jack followed Barry’s instruction and bore down.  Barry inserted the second finger.  Jack hole grasped Barry’s fingers like a vise. Barry moved the fingers around deep in the hole curling them up and looking for the sweet spot.  Jack near jumped off the bed.

Barry removed his fingers and lined up with Jack’s hole.  Jack bore down and Barry pushed, moving past the guardian muscle with Jack gasping. “Are you okay?”

“I feel full and it burns but I want you so badly, please don’t stop.” Barry began to thrust with at a slow pace, in and out holding onto Jack’s thighs for purchase;. Barry thrust in earnest. Jack bucked up to meet each thrust.  Barry leaned down and grabbed the back of Jack’s neck pulling him into a hard kiss.

Jack cried, “I’m so close. I’ve never felt like this, take me, take me hard.”

Barry increased his pace and began to stoke Jack’s cock in rhythm with his stroke.  Barry concentrated.  This was for Jack, not him. “Come for me, baby. Come.”

Jack’s body began to shake the river of precum increased.  Barry gave it all he had, his balls flapping against Jack’s ass.  Jack shouted, “I’m comming.”

Streams of white jism shot up from his cock covering Barry’s chest and dripping down to coat his lover’s shaft.  
Barry thrust twice more and stiffened.  His cum coated the inside of his lover’s ass coating it with his mark.
Barry laid down on Jack’s chest. not moving leaving his now softening cock inside his lover. He glanced at his watch, 3:15 am. He did it.

A clash of thunder roared in the sky and the room was flooded with white light. A tall beautiful woman stood at the end of the bed. Barry pulled out from his lover’s arms ready to put his life between Jack and the Sidthe queen.

“Greet me properly, Jack Howard.” Jack left the bed and knelt before the queen.  You may kiss my cheek.  Jack stood and kissed both of the cheeks of the Sidthe queen in reverence.
Barry dropped down on his knees and pleaded, “Please, your majesty, don’t separate us. He fulfilled your orders, please.”

“Quiet young one.  He more than fulfilled my request. He didn’t look at his rendered portrait, and he finally let himself love someone enough to let him inside.”

With another clap of thunder, she disappeared. Jack clung to Barry.”I’m free.I’m yours for this lifetime and every life to come to the end of time. You broke the curse.”

“I didn’t do anything, Jack.  I just loved you.”

“As I love you.” Jack got off the floor and picked Barry up returning him to bed cradling him in his arms. “And so I will, forever.”

A Matter of Trust prequel continued…

“A Twofer,” Reed asked turning the face the boy next to him.

“Yeah…a twofer, I go to work the back of the house for your new club and you get me as a sub — a twofer.”  Jim smiled brightly at Reed wiggling his ass in a provocative manner.”

“That ass needs a whipping. How do you know I need a sub?”  Reed asked, eyes shinning.

“Welllll, you’re here alone at a gay BDSM club.”  Jim batted his eyelashes.

“As I said, I’m looking for a man for the back of the house, I could have left my sub at home.” Reed answered briskly.  He looked Jim up and down, evaluating the merchandise.

“You came here for business, but you’re looking for a little fun.  I can provide both.” Jim adopted a serious pose.

“I’m not into relationships.  There is someone I love who isn’t around at the moment.” Reed said while sipping his drink, “Are you still interested.

“In what…”

“Both, the job and me. Although I’d have to have a test drive on both positions.” He eyed Jim as Jim ran his hands up and down his own body.”

“Gotcha…first audition here today, the second where ever you tell me to go.” Jim shrugged out of his tee shirt revealing a body with long lean muscles obviously not obtained at a gym.

“Marty,” Reed called to the bartender.  Do you have clean house tools?”

“They’re used, a lot. I wouldn’t recommend them for my sub.”

“Thanks for the heads up.”  Reed sighed.

“We could go to my place.  I have floggers and a cat, or, you could try a good old fashioned spanking.” Jim gave Reed a pert and sassy smile.

“I meant what I said about the relationship.”  Reed meant what he said and wanted Jim to know her was serious.

“Dom’s with benefits?” Jim wiggled his butt again.

“We’ll see.  Take down your pants….”

Continuation of the Prequel to A Matter of Trust part three.

Once Bear and Reed decided to open a club they needed to acquire a staff.  Reed spent an evening checking out the Jersey Shore Clubs for ideas on what he wanted to do at Indiscrete and ideas of what he wouldn’t consider.

Reed sat at the bar watching the patrons.  On stage were a couple engaged in a public demonstration of the use of a suede flogger. What struck Reed was the complete inability of the Dom in question to control his tool of choice.

The stool next to Reed’s was empty.  A slender dark haired man sat next to him and ordered a drink from the bar.  Reed’s face expressed his displeasure at the proceedings.

“They should never let such an amateur give a demonstration.  He’s hurting a house sub with his clumsiness and giving a poor example of what this way of life means,” the man commented looking into Reed’s face with huge brown eyes.

“Look, he’s leaving the sub with no aftercare, that’s untenable.”

Reed looked over at the attractive man beside him.  He was dressed as a sub, behaved like a twink, but seemed to have a sense of the way the back of the house should be run.

“My name is Reed Davis, and yours…”

“Jim, Jim Menetti.”

“You’re a sub, I presume.”

“Not in the strictest sense.” the man replied. “I came around to look for work; but I would never work in a place that took such poor care of their employees.”

Reed gave him an appraising look. The bartender brought the sub a burger. The man looked at it with disdain. “On top of that, their food is terrible.”

“I agree, said Reed,” still staring at the man as  he picked at the burger.  “You were here asking for employment?”

“Yes, I’m a sub, but I also have a degree in hospitality management. I wanted to find a place to use both sets of skills.  I suppose I’m going to have to look in a larger city.” he sighed. “I’m afraid to eat the burger.”  he fluttered a bit and moved closer to Reed. “This doesn’t seem to be the type of place to attract a Dom like you. You’re too well dressed and picked up on that poser right away.  What brings you to a place like this.”

Reed considered his answer. “My friend and I are opening an exclusive club in Western Monmouth County.  We want to be everything this place isn’t. Do you have a resume with you?”

“Not really, I try to check the place out before I apply. Obviously, they haven’t made the short list.” Jim said with some sarcasm.

“Wouldn’t make mine either.  Would you be interested in something that isn’t on the Shore?” Reed turned to directly face the man beside him, sizing him up. “Are you also looking for a Dom?”

“Yes and Yes,” the pretty twink answered. “I think I just got a twofer.”

The Shore Club Scene

Bear played in the clubs at the Jersey Shore.  He wasn’t satisfied with the look and feel of any of them.  What he felt was necessary for the Gay BDSM scene was a classy club where you would be as at home having dinner as engaging in a scene.

A few months prior to Reed’s homecoming from the University of Delaware; Bear found a property in a very rural area of Western Monmouth County on the Mercer County Border. The property was large enough to insure complete privacy and the large Victorian, three story home had good bones and was amiable to addition.  Bear snapped it up.

Reed came home degree in hand and Donald already started work on the project. When Reed first came  to Bear’s new office building in downtown Trenton after receiving his degree; Bear had a proposition. Would Reed help him build a classy gay BDSM club on the property he started to renovate?
Reed jumped at the chance. Thus, Indiscrete was born.

to be continued…

Donald went to work at Trenton Holdings when he was eighteen  years old.  It was at Trenton Holdings that he met Sally who would walk out with Donald four years later when he started his own company.

At that time, fifteen years ago, Real Estate was booming. Donald made enough in commissions to begin to think about starting his own company. He spoke to Reed at least once a week.  Reed was involved with his roommate, Jack Leary, a medical student.

Donald, on the other hand, had no time for romance.  He was building his empire. Three years after beginning Drummond Reality in a small office located in a decaying shopping mall, Donald now owned the mall and several others.  He made a reputation out of taking on old decaying commercial properties and re-purposing them into successful rentals.  By the time Donald sold the property, he made ten times his original investment.

Sally stood by his side.  Initially he told her when they left Trenton Holdings, he couldn’t pay her a salary. Sally answered, “Boss, in a few years you’ll be paying me three times what I could get anywhere else.” Sally was right.

From reading on the web, Donald realized he was a Dominant.  He pursued this as he did everything else in his life, at full throttle. He worked so he became a Master of each tool but he specialized in the bull whip. Bear could hit a hair pin on an object seven foot away. He also mastered the flogger, the can and the cat of nine tails, however Bear’s idea of Domination and Submission was more about the power exchange and trust than about inflicting pain…

to be continued…

A Prequel to A Matter of Trust

When Donald K. (Bear) Drmmond was twelve years old he knew he was different. Unlike the other boys his age he, and his best friend, Reed Davis, weren’t into girls.  Donald and Reed never said aloud what their difference was, but they knew in their hearts, there was something that set them apart from the other boys in their Chambersburg neighborhood.

They got repeatedly beat up on the playground and Donald and his mother were often abused at home by Bear’s drunken father. One August night Donald ended up in the ER of St. Ann’s Hospital in Trenton with a broken arm. The attending resident was Francisco De Loria, an ER third year resident on the staff.

De Loria was almost through his second shift of the day when the boy with haunting eyes came in with a broken arm.  In that boy he saw himself. Donald was different, in the same way De Loria was; Donald was gay.  Even though De Loria was technically off duty, he took fifteen minutes to sit down and talk to the desolate kid.

“Kid, you can only take care of bullies by making yourself strong enough so they wouldn’t dare bother you.”

Donald answered with determination, “I’ll do that.” and he did.

He began to take classes in all of the Eastern Methods of self defense and hung out at a run down gym where washed out boxers sparred. The Eastern disciplines taught control and defense, Western disciplines taught offensive tactics.

Due to DeLoria’s advice got Donald out of Chambersburg. He enjoyed a new sense of  self esteem and his dominant nature blossumed.  Everything he learned he taught to his only friend…

to be continued…

BREAKING NEWS: JMS Books has accepted The Sarran Plague for re-release in March of 2013. The book is the first in a series called, The Sarrans.

SNEAK PEEK: The Sarrior Warriors came home from victory to genocide. The enemy unleashed a virus fatal to all fertile fems on their home planet. The Sarrans mated in Triad, with their fems civilization ended.

For two cycles they searched the Galaxy for a genetically compatible vessel, they found Earth.  The Warrior Pairs left Sarran with heavy hearts. They were told the Earthen fems were an inferior species, unable to establish the psychic bond that was essential to the Sarran Mating Triad.

Yet, from as far out as the asteroid belt, fem voices called to their mates. They were in pain, they were dying, they had met the enemy.

Admirals Jonal and Tonas of the Sarran Flagship Brighstar were determined to obtain their fem at almost any cost, because they already mated in her mind.

I have an interview on Marketing for Romance Writers at http://mfrw-authors.blogspot.co.at/2012/08/an-interview-with-ac-katt.html?zx=f45268cf1e9782eb

in which I speak about writing and my new release from MLR Press.

A Matter of Trust is available from MLR Press at mlrpress.com.

    There are two main characters in A Matter of Trust- Donald K. (Bear) Drummond, a dominant in search of a perfect submissive and Brian Murphy, a submissive in emotional and financial trouble who is being abused at the workplace which happens to be Drummond Reality.

     Bear is emotionally repressed because a previous sub left him for another, richer, sugar daddy.  That sub turned up dead.

     Brian has PTSD developed from an abusive and traumatic childhood. Brian is a submissive and worked his way through college at the Jersey Shore Clubs by being a submissive for pay.

    The plot revolves around how an untrusting Bear and a traumatized Brian can have a relationship. Can Brian be Bear’s perfect boy? It’s all A Matter of Trust.

A Matter of Trust is available from MLRPress.com, Amazon.com, Barnes and Noble and Fictionwise.


Bear

Bear Drummond has an attitude about subs, as a Master Dominant, he shouldn’t make mistakes in picking a partner.  But he was stuck with Antonio and just too damn lazy to cut him loose.

I’m sorry I haven’t posted in a while but some health issues have gotten in the way.  But, hooray, I have a new book out with MLR Press that can be found at mlrpress.com. The story is entitled A Matter of Trust. I think you’ll like it.  The following is a blurb and an excerpt.

Blub

Donald K. Drummond is the Master of all he surveys; a legend in commercial real estate in New Jersey by day and by night a Master Dom at the gay BDSM club, Indiscrete. What he couldn’t find was a boy to call his own. That all changed when a nerd with taped glasses and worn Dockers barged into his office spilling his bottle of 1985 Bourdeau over his priceless Persian carpet. Brian Murphy came with a host of troubles, the least of which was his grasping Aunt, his invalid mother and his rather tenious position in Donald’s mail room.  Can a Dom with issues of his own come to train and trust a needy boy from his own mailroom. It’s all A Matter of Trust.

Excerpt

A Matter of Trust by AC Katt
Donald watched in his mind’s eye as his massive hands massaged the boy’s body with sweet scented almond oil, making love to his nipples and bare chest. His boy did not necessarily have a virgin ass, but it would be tight around his throbbing shaft. As Donald’s mind sunk into the whirlpool of his fantasy, his alternate persona, Master Bear of Indiscreet took hold.
Bear’s mouth would torment the balls bound with a cock ring and suck vigorously on his sub’s cock building pressure, so it leaked copious amounts of pre-cum, despite the tight fit of the leather harness surrounding the balls and base. Maybe, if the boy begged, he would add a weight or two to hang from the bindings. His boy had two nipples pierced. They had gone together to get it done.
Donald pictured a platinum chain connecting the piercings and smiled for the first time this morning. His cock rose rapidly as the familiar fantasy played. Throwing his head back, he pulled a long, hard stroke, dropping further into his daydream. He closed his eyes and pictured the scene. He grabbed at the bulbous head of his cock and stroked it to the script.
Bear honed his own skills in preparation for his boy by teaching Doms again. A picture-perfect Dominant in tight black silk and leathers highlighting what Antonio had called his kong-sized cock, Master Bear, the toughest Top in the state, hid a tender heart. He ratcheted up the heat as he pulled harder, while squeezing and rolling his balls in his other hand.
His fantasy played on in his mind standing in front of the sink. He and the boy attended a function at Indiscreet. He stood, speaking to Reed. Jim Boy, Reed’s sub, stood behind Reed in a Standing Attention mode.
His boy knelt, legs parted revealing his long, thin, perfectly formed cock, encased in a cock ring that Donald had secured a few hours before. His head remained bowed, but his eyes were alert beneath his long lashes to watch so he could anticipate Donald’s smallest desire. The boy kept his hands locked behind his neck, with his ass poised on the back of his heels, his spine straight and showing no strain after holding his position for over two hours.
Donald tapped his trousers with the index finger of his left hand, once. The boy rose with effortless grace from Kneeling Attention to his knees and, keeping his eyes lowered to the floor, crawled to a position which placed his face at the center of Donald’s belt. He opened his Master’s belt and undid the closure to his tailored pants.
The fantasy in his head was echoed by his now erect member. Abundant streaks of clear pre-cum leaked from Donald’s thick cock head. He took his manicured thumb and pressed it into the slit, rubbing the liquid around the head. His shaft felt as hard and heavy as polished concrete over steel, Donald let the fantasy to play out to its inevitable conclusion.
Donald closed his eyes and imagined the boy as he reached into Donald’s dark silk boxers with hesitancy, waiting for his Papa’s permission. Although his boy loved to suck his Master, he knew sucking his Master’s cock came as a privilege given or withheld at Master’s discretion. He caressed the sub’s wavy, platinum hair, pressing down on his head in encouragement. Those long slender fingers cupped and kneaded Donald’s balls as the boy’s hot tongue engulfed his cock and worked its way down to his sacs with cat-like licks.
His boy learned in detail what his Master craved. He followed the licks by flicking his tongue up, down, and across the prominent veins on the underside of his shaft. He would then adjust his mouth around and under the head of his Master’s huge cock, until Donald shivered with need. Donald pulled his boy’s head closer. This amazing boy gave him total control over every aspect of their lives. All he asked for in return was his Papa Bear’s attention and care for his health and happiness.
Bear thought he received immeasurably more. He tapped his boy’s neck and the perfect oval of a mouth with wet pink lips swallowed the whole nine inches of Bears fat cock until it hit the back of his throat. He relaxed his throat muscles and suppressed his gag reflex, and then he began to massage his Master’s cock with the muscles in his throat. To do this, he had to trust in his Master to pull back and let him breathe. The fantasy felt so real to him he could feel the boy sucking his cock.
Bear took pride in the fact the boy placed his hands in a locked position behind his back. He knew the Master he loved would never harm him. Therefore, the boy would neither gag nor attempt to pull back, giving Donald the power and trust to do as he would. Donald would go deep, fucking his boy’s mouth with hard, swift strokes. He would come in streams and his boy would swallow it all and keep Donald in his mouth, licking around the head and shaft until Donald became soft, drained dry and depleted.
When Donald ran a rifling touch through his hair, his boy straightened Donald’s clothes and resumed position, navy eyes shining up at his Master in adoration, love, and absolute trust.
Donald worked at his cock, and several strong pulls later, released. He came in long streaks all over the sink and countertop, leaving him shaken and holding onto the rim.
He knew his faults. Neither his face nor physique would win any competitions. He tried to even the playing field by the understated elegance of his surroundings and conservative panache of his wardrobe. Even if Bear would be more comfortable in jeans and leathers, he dressed like the Prince of Wales to convince himself of his own worth and prove to those who knew him back then, that now Donald Drummond was a man with whom to be reckoned. He finished cleaning the sink and vanity with a disposable wipe and whispered his request aloud.
“Give me a boy of my own. I need to be special to someone: A Papa Bear…” He had wasted enough time today on this foolishness, he really had to get…
A loud thump interrupted his thoughts, followed by the sound of a slight click. Seconds passed, then a muffled voice hissed, “Oh Shit…Fuck.” 

Ambition

Ambition…

Sam Stein was the drummer for the band, Shattered Glass. Although the band was successful, Sam had only one ambition, to be a lawyer. He wanted to specialize in representing artists in the music industry and as soon as he passed the bar, Shattered Glass would become his first clients.

Although Milo was the band leader, Sam managed the group from the very beginning.  When Sam left to study for the bar, the guys were left with hiring a new drummer.  Even after Sam passed the bar, and he opened his offices, he let Milo continue doing for the band the things that Sam, in his capacity as manager and representative should have handled.  Because of Sam’s inattention, the group, who were once as close as brothers, began to drift apart primarily due to the deliberate machinations of the new drummer, Bart Hedge, Sam’s replacement.

Shattered Glass tells the story of the men who formed and played in the band.  Throughout the book, each member of the band bears some semblance of responsibility for the breakup of both the band and the love affair of the band’s leader and lyricist, Milo Stamis and his lover, the band’s composer and lead singer, Liam O’Shea. Milo and Liam are the focus of the book, yet every member of the group played their hand to the detriment of their brotherhood.  Sam became so wrapped up in himself and his new vocation  that he failed to notice Bart’s poison and his own brother, Rick’s descent into alcohol and drug addiction.

Even when Liam desperately needed help the first time, Sam convinced himself that it wasn’t his place to interfere between the lovers.  It wasn’t until Sam finally faced Rick’s addiction that he woke up and discovered what was going on right underneath his nose.

All of us get lost in our own concerns to the detriment of those we love.  Sometimes we wake up soon enough, sometimes it’s too late.  Sam’s ambitions cost him a price he couldn’t afford. All the money and power in the world can’t bring back that which you’ve thrown away.


Shattered Glass is available from MLR Press at www.mlrpress.com and from Amazon.com in Kindle format at www.amazon.com.  To find out more about Shattered Glass and my other books, visit my website at www.ackatt.com or my blog at www.ackattsjournal.blogspot.com.  Additional information on my world view can be seen at www.ackattspolitics.blogspot.com.  I can also be found at ackatt.livejournal.com, twitter, MySpace, Google Buzz and Facebook.

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New Publisher for Shattered Glass

Shattered Glass picked up by MLR Press

Congrats to AC Katt for WINNING 1st Place in the Erotica Catagory of the NEC RWA Bean Pot Award

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A Matter of Trust Nominated for LRC BDSM Award

My second novel, A Matter of Trust, published by XOXO Publishing, has been nominated as one of the best in Love Romance Cafe Best of 2010 in the BDSM category.  This book is a story about a prominent Dom, Bear Drummond and his search for his “perfect boy.”  


Voting for the contest will take place from January 22nd through January 30th.  You may vote for your favorites at  http://lovesbooksandmore.blogspot.com.


I am asking all of my fans to cast a vote for A Matter of Trust at the website stated above.  You can purchase A Matter of Trust from XOXO Publishing at www.xoxopublishing.com. 


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New Five Star Review for Shattered Glass


SUNDAY, DECEMBER 26, 2010


5 Star REVIEW~~”SHATTERED GLASS” Author AC KATT

AMAZON’S MOST HELPFUL FAVORABLE REVIEW!


“COMPELLING, SUSPENSEFUL, and GRIPPING!”

Milo and Liam knew what they wanted from childhood. Along the road to fame and fortune, the love they shared together grew stronger-and-stronger as their Rock band became more popular. However, little did they know, that the empire they built was soon to be destroyed through vengeance and vicious lies. A psychopath continues to play his deadly game of manipulation on a mission to tear apart a loving relationship, and everything that Liam worked for. The evil, blackmailing stalker wins the dangerous game, but not the war. How long was Milo worried about his image and his secret love affair? How long was Liam unhappy that his secret was locked up in a closet? How long will Liam be tormented physically and mentally, before he can live life once again? How far will Bart go with his unstable mind and twisted personality? Who will survive the abuse, and will life ever be the same for Milo and Liam? This novel is recommended for music loving adults, who enjoy love stories that are provocative and filled with powerful images, with a blend of mystery. AC Katt wrote a dark, compelling story that will leave the reader on the edge of his seat from beginning to end. The spellbinding journey of the lives of the Rock stars and their fatal mistakes takes the reader on an emotional roller-coaster ride through the power of love, horror, and forgiveness. After six years, what will it take to rebuild what Milo and Liam once had? Will revenge, anger, and greed win the battle, or will love blossom in the healing process? “SHATTERED GLASS” is as haunting as THE TALENTED MR. RIPLEY, as emotional as the movie AS GOOD AS IT GETS and as powerful as SLEEPERS, with Robert Deniro, and Dustin Hoffman. 
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Reader’s Questions

Since we are close to the end of the year I decided to make an attempt to answer my reader’s most frequent questions.
I am often asked who writes the blogs on this site.  I do.  I am the admin and the owner of the site, AC Katt.  I also wrote the novels, Shattered Glass, A Matter of Trust and the soon to be re-released, The Sarran Plague.

I do appreciate linkbacks to the website and I ask if you quote anything from one of my blogs, please attribute the quotation to AC Katt and provide a linkback to the column you quote.
The site is based on the theme Wood from WordPress with additional customization provided by my friend, publicist and web designer, Dee Owens of Personalized Marketing, PR_Marketing@live.com. Dee also occasionally posts newsletters on the blog along with contests we are running. My web host is BlueHost.com and they do an excellent job of no hassle hosting.
My political blogs are strictly opinion, although I do some research before penning the blog.  I am a die hard progressive, an advocate for equal rights for all citizens regardless of race, religion, ethic origin or gender identification or preference.  When an issue is close to my heart, I will write about it.
About me – I am a soon-to-be sixty year old grandmother of nine, six boys and three girls.  The oldest is eighteen and the youngest, three months.  My husband and I live the New Mexico and our four children live on the East coast in New Jersey and Pennsylvania. We moved out to New Mexico to escape the damp winters and humid summers of New Jersey and for the lower cost of living the Albuquerque/Santa Fe area provides.  This was also an ideal site for the arts and culture, the home of many universities and brimming with artists and writers.  The dry climate makes it so we don’t feel the heat in the summer and the winter isn’t as cold and damp even though we are located at six thousand feet. I found, shortly after we made the move that New Mexico is truly, The Land of Enchantment.
As you might guess, I am heterosexual in orientation and I am often asked why I write gay and bisexual romances.  The reason is political.  If I can show the average female reader that this is normal and natural for a portion of the population, it will make her think and eventually realize that I am right and be able to argue with those who tell her otherwise.  The books are designed to convince one person at a time.  I also love the romance genre and personally, the only thing hotter than one great looking guy is two.
My publisher for A Matter of Trust is XOXO Publishing at xoxopublishing.com.  All of my other work including Shattered Glass and the soon to be re-released The Sarran Plague are published by Captiva Press, a division of Placida Publishing at www.captivapress.com.  Shattered Glass is available in paperback from Barnes & Noble on-line and Amazon.com as well as from Captiva.  Shattered Glass is also available for Amazon’s Kindle Reader.
Besides reaching me at ackatt@ackatt.com, I have an additional e-mail address for important questions at ml_hansel@msn.com. I welcome hearing from my readers and am more likely to receive your questions at the msn.com address. Now I would like to wish all of my readers a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.

A Scene from the Re-release of The Sarran Plague

The deadly rash snaked up her left breast. She felt the destruction of each cell as it fell to the intruder.  She had no reserves left to fight the virus. Pain slowly took control of her mind and heart. Despite her upbringing and her supposed strong moral fiber, she longed for the end. Tears ran down her blotchy cheeks, the saltiness stinging her abraded skin.
Her body would jerk in constant spasm, not allowing even the slight respite of sleep. Her throat hurt, parched and sore from the respirator Her mouth contained an abundance of sores. No one came for Anya; the tubes in her mouth muffled her sobs and screams. She would die alone, unloved by anyone, save an orange cat. She dare not close her eyes again; she did not want to go unto the dark alone.
Wait . . . what was that? A sharp spike hit the forefront of her skull, the pain struck like lightening. Then voices began to murmur in her head. The conversation, though muted, sounded intense and masculine. It was like a constant buzz, almost as if there was a fly in her brain. Her path was inescapable, she walked toward a blue light, yet the outline of the moon — no, three moons — at her back called her name causing her to stop despite the light’s gentle promise. But the buzz, she couldn’t shake the buzz, it kept getting louder. She turned toward the moons. She heard the voices, they were closer now. Anya almost understood the words. Then, the buzzing ceased.
Curiosity, one of her besetting sins, kept her following the path towards the light. The blue light called her forward; it pulled at her and promised peace. Bits of conversation began to surround her. The strange moons and the pain stood to her back.
She lifted her face toward the sky; the voices rained down from the heavens. Tenderness bathed her body. Her imagination began to overpower her; fantasies paraded through her innocent mind. Lust ran through her body like a fresh breeze caressing her skin. She felt a masculine presence. Two, she thought. Gentle fingers brushed against her nipples, and wet, soft kisses flowed across her collarbone to the back of her neck, and then, a bite. Both nipples pushed erect against the soft, thin cotton of the hospital sheet. She needed more. She felt the blood moving to her labia as the lips engorged, becoming heavy. They opened outward, throbbing.
Rational thought intruded on her arousal. Anya, you’re dying here, in pain, breathing your last. You’re a physician. You know the score. What the heck is happening?
The thought fled, and her concentration shifted to the sensation of tender touches and butterfly kisses between her legs. Her body tensed, climbing, climbing the precipice. Then there was a burst of white light, blinding in her brain. Her lower body pulsated in rhythm, leaving the hospital linens damp.
She heard a whisper, a tendril of hope, and then formed thought drifted into her consciousness. “We’re here with you,” the voices said. “We are one, BondStirred; you will never be alone again.” The thought gave comfort even as she turned from the light and headed back into the pain.
The above scene is Anya Forrester’s first encounter with the Sarran WarriorPair, Jonal and Tonas.  Read more about the Sarrans in future blogs and in The Sarran Plague which will be re-released from Captiva Press late fall, early winter.
In the mean time don’t forget to read my m/m rock n roll romance – Shattered Glass, from Captiva Press at www.captivapress.com.  If you like this blog please follow and visit my website at www.ackatt.com. 

Captiva Press at AC Katt’s Blog Talk Radio Show

Captiva Press on AC Katt’s Books and Politics…

Captiva Press Authors and Staff will join AC Katt on her Blog Talk Radio Show AC Katt’s Books and Politics on Thursday, November 4th at 12:00 noon Eastern Time, 11:00 Central, 10:00 Mountain and 9:00 Pacific.

Continuing their Grand Opening Celebration, both Captiva Press and AC Katt will be giving away prizes for this special hour long show. Come celebrate with us. Go to www.blogtalkradio.com/ackatt and listen live or drop by later and listen to the taped show.  To find out more about Captiva Press, go to their website at www.captivapress.com.

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Today We Are Talking Politics

It’s Time to Vote…

Today we are talking politics and it is time for you, the electorate, to make a decision.  Now, I know quite a few of you will be sitting back in your lounge chair telling yourself that you are not going to vote because all of your choices are nasty.  Too bad.  Vote anyway. If you didn’t vote in the primary elections, it is your fault that your choices are limited.  Now it time to “man up” and vote for any of the candidates who you feel can, at least, partially represent your viewpoints.

The privilege and right to vote is one of America’s most cherished freedoms and like most of our freedoms it is a use it or lose it proposition.  Due to the Supreme Court decision in the Citizens United Case, major corporations have been  able to pour millions of dollars in this election cycle.  They have distracted the voter from the issues and in some cases printed outright lies.  Now it is up to you, the voter to decide whether or not corporate money rules the outcome of this election, or your vote does.  The only way you can defeat the corporate money is to vote.  Vote you conscience, vote your pocketbook.  I don’t care why you vote, just do it!

CONTEST: DELICIOUS DELIGHTS

Sensual Reads Gives Shattered Glass 5 Stars, A Matter of Trust 4.5 Stars

Reviews of

Shattered Glass & A Matter of Trust

Shattered Glass gets a 5 Star Review

“Shattered Glass by A.C. Katt is a powerful story of not believing in yourself and others and a story of how one’s man quest for vengeance can affect so many lives.”
Milo Stamis knew he was gay from a young age and he also knew he had to hide that fact from his abusive father. He also knew that allowing that fact to become known could jeopardize his career with his band, Shattered Glass. Liam O’Shea, the singer in the band, knew Milo Stamis was to be his one and only love since he was young enough to realize what that meant. Milo did want him but had to wait until Liam was old enough for Milo, but even after the two became lovers, Milo still kept their relationship under wraps. Behind closed doors, the two engaged in a joyous relationship, but to the world they were band mates only. Then a member of the band starts to lay the seeds of distrust, which bloom and grow causing the vicious break up of the two lovers. Six years pass before the two are reunited when Liam is asked to come back for a reunion tour. Liam is still in love with Milo and when they see each other, they begin to unravel the series of lies and half truths that tore them apart. On the road to reconciliation, the two may not have a chance if they cannot stop the dangerous psychotic stalker intent on harming and silencing Liam forever.
Shattered Glass is an incredible tale that clearly shows us the value of communication and trust. Liam had much to say but no one to listen. Milo heard but did not really listen. This allowed the perfect feeding ground for a band member to sew discord. Incredible how many lives this person ruined and came close to ruining! Both Liam and Milo were talented and in love with each other but both lost their way. And when they did, they ended up living a half life. Liam was so broken and devastated that it took years to put him back together. As it turns out, neither man was complete with out the other. Giving them the time to mature and to think allowed them to look at things with their brains instead of with their emotions. Intense, disturbing and compelling, A.C. Katt will take you on a ride that you will not want to get off until the end with Shattered Glass, a book that will stay with you even after you have read the last word.
Sensuality Rating: Sizzling
Star Rating: 5 Stars
Author’s Website: http://www.ackatt.com/
 About the Book: 
Genre: suspense
Page Count: 258 pages
Price: $ 6.99
Reviewer: Elise Lyn

A Matter of Trust gets a 4.5 Star Review

Review: A Matter of Trust by A.C. Katt

“A Matter of Trust is all it will take for two men to find love forever in this intense tale by A.C. Katt.”
Donald “Bear” Drummond is happy with the life he has built except for one thing. He has money, a successful real estate business and part ownership of a BDSM club where he is a Master Dom. He just needs to find his perfect boy. After a bad relationship, Bear knows he must be careful and he knows just what he wants, if only he could find him. Then fate deals him a chance meeting with Brian Murphy. Brian works in his business and they meet when he spills a bottle of Bordeaux on his expensive Persian rug while delivering a package. Brian is just what Bear’s mind envisioned as he takes in the clumsy boy with glasses and a pocket protector. Bear has his work cut out for him when his own enemies and Brian’s past contrive to keep them apart before they can even build a loving relationship.
A.C. Katt gives an a look at the mind of someone who is close minded and the steps he will take to ruin those who do not meet his standards. Brian was so incredibly honorable and responsible but he had so many demons in his past. Bear was perfect for him as was he for Brian. They almost did not get a chance to find that out. A.C. Katt infuses her stories with such emotion, heat and tension that you cannot just put it down. You have to finish it as quickly as you can because you want to see what is going to happen next. Memorable characters, great BDSM action, and suspense combine to make A Matter of Trust a fantastic tale for those of us who just love that.  A.C. Katt is an author to add to our must read list.

Sensuality Rating: Sizzling
Star Rating: 4.5 Stars
Author’s Website: http://www.ackatt.com/
 About the Book: 
Genre: contemporary
Page Count: 286 pages
Price: $ 4.88
Reviewer: Elise Lyn

Milo’s Gardens

Milo’s Gardens


One of the unique aspects of Milo’s personality is his love of gardening.  When Milo and Liam were first together in their Rumson house they would spend early mornings with Milo working in the garden and Liam playing the acoustic guitar.  

The first thing that Liam notices about Milo’s new home in New Mexico was the beautiful gardens.  Each level of his multi-terraced home had a garden.  It was in one of the gardens that Liam found his bench and knew for certain Milo still loved him.

Another thing that Liam noticed was the new sophistication combined with planning and intense beauty of Milo’s property.  This time Milo had tried to please the eye of the observer of his masterpiece rather than Milo’s own.

When I arrived in New Mexico from New Jersey two years ago, I was impressed by the beauty of high desert garden, especially the rose gardens which seem to grow especially well in the Albuquerque and Santa Fe areas.  The gardens of these two cities inspired me to make gardens such an intricate aspect of Milo’s personality.  It was another way for him to express his creativity and also to show his love.




Shattered Glass is available from Captiva Press at www.captivapress.com.  You can find out more about my books and opinions at my website www.ackatt.com – blogger post, www.ackatt.livejournal.com and www.ackattsjournal.blogspot.com.  Look for Shattered Glass in paperback coming soon.  As always I welcome your comments at ackatt@ackatt.com.  Also look for my blog on facebook.  I can also be followed on Twitter, Buzz and My Space.




The First Song…Lover’s Suite

The first song…Lover’s Suite

Turn around. look at me
Know that I’m in love with you
Waiting for the time you see
That you can be in love with me

It’s way too early to feel this way
But I need you to let me stay
Until the day you see me
The lover who will set you free

My lover and my friend
I am yours til the end
Of time, or eternity
What a night bright with heat
When our bodies finally meet

I will sing this song to you
And finally you will know
That I love you so
And I’ll never let you go
Too far away from me



The first song that Liam arranged for Milo was a cover of the Johnny Bochoi’s Lover’s Suite. He gave it as a gift for Milo’s eighteenth birthday. Liam was only twelve, yet he knew, even then that Milo was his life long love. When they parted neither of them could listen to that music without tears. When they met after six years apart, occupying suites separated only by connecting door. Milo stood on the other side of the door.

With the music came the memories, whispered words of love and the electric sensuality thatflowed between them, building to Milo’s possession of his body.
He pulled down his sweat pants and took out his cock. He stroked it in time to the music, remembering Milo’s hands and mouth as they moved over his eager body. The absolute joy of thosemoments seemed almost worth all the pain that followed. It didn’t take long for his body to absorb themusic and the knowledge that the object of all of his desire laid just a door away. That thought made Liam cum in his own hand. He lay quietly, remembering what they had both thrown away. The feel, the touch and taste of the love he lost was always with him. Tears streakeddown his face to his mouth.

Shattered Glass is available from Captiva Press atwww.captivapress.com. If you wish to know more about AC Katt, Shattered Glass or her other work, visit her website atwww.ackatt.comorwww.shattered-glass.com.


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