The Aftermath

For my snippet, I’ve picked a passage from Heart’s Embers in which the reporters that have been following Bruce end up saving his life:

Marsha hissed at him. “Just stifle it and call 911, Mason, all right?” Nodding, he did as she told him. Getting closer, she held her ear close to Bruce’s lips.

“They—did call, Jeffrey, it—hurts–” His voice was garbled and hard to understand.

Marsha raised herself and whipped off her windbreaker, tucking it around Bruce’s shoulders. She heard a slow, singsong moan.

“How come I can’t get up?” he mumbled as Marsha leaned forward to hear better, her ear at his lips. She raised her head and gulped down her panic, trying to soothe him as best she could.

“You—you’ll be okay, Dr. Bayfield, the ambulance’s coming.” She glanced around at a tinny, crackling sound coming from under the car next to them, a song sounding like the Thompson Twins.

“That’s his phone, Mason, it’s his husband’s ringtone, answer it.”

Read more snippets here:



Continuing Sins

Here we have Ninian, who has just come from talking through Leah one last time, and is ready to prepare for the final confrontation with Carl, Craig, and Oz:

Ninian eased back into his body.

He’d felt momentary panic when he couldn’t quite remember where he’d left it, but relaxed, sure that it was where it always was; the inner chamber where he existed, where he worked.

Where Carlo would come to him. He reached over and brushed his fingers over Mary.

“Your sons are coming to get you, my dear,” he crooned. “Won’t they be pleased and surprised?”

She didn’t respond, of course; he really didn’t expect her to.

Come read more Snippets; something for every taste, even those as eclectic as Ninian’s:


The Shop Revisited

Another scene from Craig’s daydream at the barbershop–he didn’t wake up too soon ❤
erotic sensuality trigger 🙂

Craig waited until James stopped moving, then pulled away from him and watched his face.  James was trembling, his eyes half shut.  Craig stroked his thighs up and down as he moved up next to James, putting his arms around him.   “I love you, James,” he said, his voice quivering.  “I wish I hadn‘t waited so long to tell you how I felt.”

James touched his face, smiling.

“And you were worth waiting for, Craig.” He propped himself up on his elbows.  “I am in love with Craig Hanson, and he loves me.” He smiled  “I can finally say it, and I don’t care how cheesy it sounds.  Do you know how much that‘s worth to me?  To tell you right to your face, after whispering it to myself night after night?”      He turned over on his side then, propping himself up on his elbow. He leaned over, whispering in Craig’s ear.

“Now it’s my turn.”

He let his lips trail down Craig’s chest, putting his hand around him as he stroked him firmly up and down, then swirled his tongue over the head.  Craig stretched out on the quilt, languid, like a cat, his eyes closed. He arched his back.

“Oh, God, James–”

Read more Sunday Snippets here:


The Barber Shop

This is a post from Talk Of The Town, in which Craig is visiting a barber shop for a shave, because he really, really doesn’t want to enter eternity looking like a lumberjack (because we all know my vamps don’t shave ) He falls asleep in the chair when he gets the hot towel, and dreams about high school :

“It’s all right, you don’t have to feel embarrassed any more. I know, Craig.”

“What–what do you know?”

“I know how you feel. About me, I mean,“ James said, a shy smile on his attractive face. “Cindy isn’t the only one who’s been throwing hints around.”  He started stroking Craig’s arm up and down.  He looked at Craig, at his flushed face.  Craig was still, not moving.      “I haven’t asked her out because she’s not my type either, Craig.  You are.”

Read more snippets here:


Craig’s Shirt

Here’s what happened with Craig’s shirt–after Carl left him:

He went into the living room, still nude, and opened his laptop.  He had to look up what Carl said to him when he woke, when he saw Carl in the chair.  He brought up his translating program and typed in Italian to English, then put in the words.  He had no trouble remembering what they were.  He looked at the translated phrase, catching his breath.

You are beautiful, a beautiful man.”

Craig closed the laptop, leaning on the table with his eyes closed.  “He called me beautiful.”   He went over to the couch and picked up the pieces of the shirt that he had been wearing before Carl ripped it open, when Carl carried him to the bedroom and undressed him.  The thought made him stir again.  He closed his eyes and buried his face in the soft cotton, smelling Carl’s scent mixed with his own, remembering those lips on his chest, then kissing his mouth.  Tasting him.  He trembled……whispering…


Read more Snippets here:


Seductive Carl

This week I thought I’d use a snippet in which Carl has his A game going with Craig–

“Will you let me taste you?” Carl said “Please, caro-unbutton your shirt.  I need to touch you.”  His eyes had turned totally black, sparkling like chips of opal. The edges were red–blood red. Carl gently stroked Craig’s cheeks with his thumbs in a hypnotic, sensuous motion.

“I need to feel you.”

Speechless, staring, Craig’s hands went to the row of buttons.  Carl reached down and took both sides of the shirt in either hand, ripping the heavy cloth and making the buttons fly across the room.

“You’re taking too long, my love.”

Read more Snippets here :


Extended Sins

For my Sunday Snippet, I’m going to post an extension of my Rainbow snippet post since we’re allowed just six sentences 🙂 In this scene, Oz has brought Leah back to her hotel and is trying to gauge just how much influence Ninian has over her; they’re all very worried about Craig’s mother Mary–

“Oz,” she asked, ”what if he doesn’t intend to let me go, what if—he just finishes me off?”

Oz looked down at his hands, trying to think about how to phrase what he needed to say.

“I can’t tell you that, Leah, I wish I could,” he murmured. He brought his eyes up, looking into hers. “Ninian’s stronger than me, stronger than Carl or Craig, he has that mage thing going on, and that kicks his vampire powers up into the stratosphere.” He slowly rose from the couch and started pacing. “We’d have to find a vampire that’s even more powerful than he is, and Carl’s been looking for that for a long time, no lie.” He turned, shrugging his shoulders. “We can’t even do research in the library because he controls it.”

“What if I could get us a library that we COULD use?”

Oz turned to her.

“And just where might that be?”

“I come from a small village about an hour from Edinburgh,” she told him. “We have a nice library there, and we could look up things without being disturbed. The lairds of the village have one too, but their castle is kind of intimidating, to tell you the truth.”

Oz nodded.

“We’ll see what develops, it’s only a train ride away for you, we could probably, well, you know—“

“Use other means?” she said, smiling, and Oz nodded.

“Yeah, like I might have to use now, since it’s getting time for this vamp to retire.”

“Well, are you going to just—fade to black right here?”

“Uh, no, I’m going to get into a phone booth and put on my bat suit,” Oz said with a smirk. “If you don’t mind watching, it’ll be easier if I just do it here.”

Leah nodded. “Go ahead, then.”

“Actually, it’s more like a cloud—“

Leah looked up with a jerk of her head at the muffled tone to Oz’s voice to see him enveloped in a soft grey cloud, shot through with sparkles of black and silver. It was beautiful. She could barely see Oz lifting his hand to her, then fading off with the cloud itself.

Read more Snippets here: