It’s Release Day!
I have a short story called YES! YES! YES!
in the Wayward Ink Publishing anthology
MEN IN UNIFORM
Read the excerpt!
Like your boys in blue keeping the… peace?
Hot firemen dealing with… heat?
Naval Officers getting in way too… deep?
Perhaps you have a ‘thing’ for marines…
Or do you prefer your Men In Uniform to belong in the future?
Wherever your love of a uniform leads you, MEN IN UNIFORM has something for you.
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Come to a land…
Where epic battles rage…
Among monsters, superheroes, and a very sexy cop.
Love and war are funny business in Hollywood, U.S.A.
A blackmailer forced Stiles to leave his perfect life behind.
Along the way, he found a new friend, a job as a Pinkerton Agent, and murder.
Can Stiles find the murderer before he kills again?
Sean never thought his military career would ever have him babysitting his ex who Sean hasn’t seen in six months.
When best friend Tom finds out his younger brother Aiden is targeted, Sean drops everything to protect the man he still loves.
Can two former lovers survive a weekend alone in the woods, or will the threat from within be more devastating than the one from outside?
Love beckons Officer Warden Brooks to the shadows of a desolate place.
But his lover Tate Eldridge is so much more than a criminal, he’s a beautiful mystery.
When his father loses the battle against Hrafnaheim, Prince Darius finds himself a political prisoner.
Taken in chains to a dark and unfamiliar land, he begins to lose hope.
But then Captain Morten Gunnarsson of the Palace Guards is assigned to watch over him.
Now it is not just Darius’ body being held hostage, but also his heart.
When the Draaduuri arrived on Earth many humans died.
Captain Timothy Kellerman’s family was among them
Now, a truce has been struck. He is the prize.
Crown Prince Yuuhaan has instantly bonded with his slave.
Can the prince keep his baser instincts in check long enough for Timothy to transform?
To become the next great hope of the Draaduuri and the human race?
Go to Portsmouth, said my friends. It’s quieter. You’ll be able to write without distraction.
They obviously hadn’t met my mysterious and elusive neighbour, Finn.…
After all, what would a Friday night be without hearing Moaner, Gusher, or Squeaker screaming out their joy at being shagged senseless by the obviously talented Finn?
Come to think of it, what would a Saturday, Sunday, Tuesday, Wednesday, or Thursday night be without it either?
Thank God for Mondays!
Apartment building fires are always tragic, even if everyone makes it out alive. But what happens when a person can’t make it out on their own?
Brave firefighters must risk their lives in order to rescue trapped people.
Lieutenant Kenny Whitfield is one such firefighter. Brave and somewhat reckless.
Lance Corporal Steve Martinson is one such person in need.
When Kenny and Steve meet face to face in the hospital, well…
Franc has resigned himself to yet another year of pain and humiliation in order to complete his on ship training.
Then along comes Zyph, with his sexy blue skin and probing questions…
Will he be Franc’s Blue Knight?
Warrior and Dragon Seek to Destroy Those Who Had Dared Harm Their Prince.
Prize: $10 WIP Gift Card
YES! YES! YES!
OH BUGGER! HERE we go yet again.
“Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh, fuck me, Finn. Fuck me!”
This is what I moved to Portsmouth for.
Yep. This is why I left noisy old London. Go to Portsmouth, said my friends. You’ll be able to research firsthand the setting of your novel. Walk the streets, perve on the studs in uniform… naval uniform no less. Soak up the atmosphere. Life’s slower, but you’re near enough to London to visit. It’s more relaxed, they said. Quieter. You’ll be able to write without distraction. Yeah, right. Real bleeding quiet. As to no distraction… they obviously hadn’t taken my mysterious and elusive neighbor, Finn, into account.
What would a Friday night be without some nameless, faceless guy screaming out his joy at being shagged senseless by the obviously talented and equally faceless Finn? Come to think of it, what would a Saturday night be without it either? Not to mention a Sunday, Tuesday, Wednesday, or Thursday night?
Thank God for Mondays.
Mondays were Finn’s day of rest. I mean, even God gave himself a day off, so why not Finn?
I’d silently dubbed Mondays as F.A.T.E. Day, or more accurately, Finn ‘Asn’t The Energy Day, whereas every other day of the week could well go under the acronym of F.I.N.E., or Finn In Need of Excitement, or was that Ejaculating?
Honestly, how often can one guy get it up? And how much juice can he carry in his balls?
By the “Flood me”, “Oh yes, fill me” squeals coming from his apartment, which was adjacent to mine, apparently Finn was the equivalent of Viagra, oops, I meant, Niagara Falls.
And, of course, those ecstatic cries begged the question: did Finn practice safe sex? Were they literal or metaphorical?
How many different guys did he screw?
Actually, I had the answer to that one.
Twelve. Finn had an even dozen men he bonked on a regular basis.
He obviously lived by the motto “variety is the spice of life”. He had them on some sort of rotation, queuing for their once-every-two-weeks special. How did he find them? Did the guys audition? Fill out an application form? Was there a waiting list? Did they all know about each other? Draw straws? Did he pull their names out of a hat? Maybe Finn-Bingo?