WIP - Untitled Vampire story - 2590 Word count

Agustin hurried along the cracked, dirty sidewalk, his eyes darting here and there. On his left was a broken, deserted stretch of road, on his right, a high chain-link fence with barbed wire covering the top. It surrounded some old, abandoned factory. Agustin hadn’t been in town long enough to know what place it was. He wasn’t sure why he was in this part of town. Only that the mysterious guy promised him two hundred dollars to blow him if he showed up. Two hundred was a hell of a lot of money in Agustin’s world. He hadn’t eaten in three days, his ribs and collar bones poking out almost obscenely. Just having a decent meal and maybe a low cost motel bed to lay his head for a night had him hurrying even more. He was coming up on the overpass where the man had said to meet him. How the man knew Agustin preferred men, he wasn’t sure. Well, maybe it was because the dark haired guy had caught him getting fucked in an alley and saw the stranger hand Agustin twenty bucks when he was done.

Agustin slowed, gazing around to see if the man was here. He didn’t see anything but trash blowing in the wind and a few straggly trees swaying. He stopped and leaned against the cold concrete. Maybe he’d beaten the guy here. He didn’t want to consider the man was just yanking his chain and wasn’t going to show up. Agustin was too desperate for the money. His stomach growled in agreement. He pushed himself off the rough overpass and paced. Seemed like he’d been waiting forever, but it was probably only about thirty minutes. Disappointed and angry he was about to turn and leave when he was suddenly grabbed from behind, strong arms pinning his to his sides. He yelped in surprise and struggled, but there was no breaking the iron grip that surrounded him. He was too weak with hunger and despair to put up much of a fight anyway. He grew limp, his breath coming in gasps. “W..what do you want?” Agustin managed to stutter out. “You.” The voice was silky smooth and low and Agustin shivered.

Agustin felt the man’s arms move so that only one was holding him tight against a hard chest. Agustin tried to turn around but was held in place. The man’s hand came up and gripped Agustin’s head and tilted it. Agustin had no idea what the man planned, but started screaming when he felt the overwhelming pain of sharp teeth sinking into the side of his neck. Through the haze of agony, Agustin could feel the man sucking hard and the hot, wet trail of blood dripping down his chest and back. Agustin had heard, once, from another runaway that vampires existed. That was a long time ago and Agustin hadn’t believed the other boy. Vampires were a myth, a legend, a fantasy. Apparently not. Agustin felt his body growing weaker by the moment. This one was going to suck him dry. Agustin’s last thought before darkness took him was that he would have liked a last meal before dying.

WIP - A Silver Spoon Tarnished - Not started

Brennan Arling McDonnell III was a spoiled, pretentious rich boy. Coddled all his life by servants and his family’s money, he hid his pain under layers of arrogance and cruelty. He could probably count on one hand how many times he’d been in the presence of either parent.

Always looking for that adrenaline rush that pushed the pain away, he finally went too far, threatening a government official. Thanks to his father’s high priced attorneys, Brennan didn’t even spend a night in jail. He walked out of the precinct with a smirk on his face, thinking he was home free.

But Brennan found out he wasn’t as free as he thought. Upon sentencing, he was given a year of probation. Probation that curtailed all of Brennan’s fun. And the outlet that allowed him to endure the lie he lived. But the worst part of it all was his probation officer.

Corydon Fitzgerald, Brennan’s probation officer, was beautiful, sexy, confident and…out. Brennan hated him instantly. The jealousy at the ease in which Cori lived his life tore at Brennan, making him lash out repeatedly. That Cori was understanding as well only fueled Brennan’s resentment. Months into his probation, Cori had managed to work his way under Brennan’s carefully constructed defenses, and into his heart.

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It had taken ten years for Corydon Fitzgerald to get over the betrayal of his ex lover. It had shattered his heart and his trust to find out John had only been stringing him along for the sex and had never really cared about him. Thanks to John, Cori would never trust another aristocratic, self-centered rich boy. They were all the same. Self serving, arrogant and heartless.

Cori could have killed his boss when he got assigned to Brennan McDonnell. Brennan could have been a clone of John personality-wise. Looks? Not so much. Brennan was absolutely gorgeous, and unfortunately, knew it. Cori hated him on sight.

But he was attracted to the pompous bastard too. An attraction Cori didn’t want. But as time went by, he began to see under the layers that shielded Brennan from the world. Here and there, pain leaked out that Brennan always quickly hid with snide remarks and inappropriate actions.

Slowly, Cori learned to understand Brennan. But was it enough? Would Brennan be able to put aside his smoke screen of haughty indifference and reveal who he really was? Would Cori be able to let go of the hurt and mistrust and make himself vulnerable to Brennan? And would either survive when Cori’s own secret came to light?

WIP - The Newbie (Fairy Tails, Book 1) - 192 Word count

Fairy Tails is a series, with a minimum of seven books, that will encompass the lives and loves of the dancers/singers/drag queens and strippers that work at the club, Fairy Tails.

Book 1 - The Newbie

Darl had always dreamed of working at a Club like Fairy Tails. He was sure it would be the one place he would be accepted for who he was; what he was.

Kicked out for being gay, and probably looking better in his mother's cocktail dress and pearls than she ever could, Darl despaired, until a flyer, dirty, wrinkled and torn, blowing in the wind caught his attention.

"Amateur Audition Night at Fairy Tails: Bring your inner diva and dance, sing or bare it all for the enjoyment of our patrons. Make us love you, darling, and you become part of our family AND receive a premier lineup the first Friday of every month for your first year being a Fairy Tail!"

What Darl hadn't anticipated was how well received "Darla" would be. Nor the interest the silent partner would have in him. But Darl wasn't there to gain a boyfriend or lover. He was there to sing and be the best Drag Queen San Francisco had ever seen.

Gavin had always been proud of the investment he made in Leslie's club. He knew, without a doubt, it would be a success. And it was. He just didn't feel like dirtying his hands with the every day to day running of the place. But that didn't stop him from spending many nights in one of the VIP booths, enjoying the shows.

Amateur night was one of his favorites. To see the hopeful wannabes strutting their stuff and trying to get the all important 'nod' from Leslie. It didn't happen often, his business partner was a very, very exacting man, but every once in a while, real talent showed up for the auditions.

Amateur night was the first time Gavin laid eyes on Darl McPhearson, the man that was destined to steal his heart. That was also the night Gavin learned that money couldn't buy everything and that he was going to have to earn Darl's love, one baby step at a time.

WIP - The Garbage Man (The Gentle Men, Book 1) - 4076 Word count

Guthrie Eagan was lonely and bitter. His choice of employment, so far all he could get, was a garbage man. He wasn’t happy, hadn’t been for a long time. He didn’t like the way people in general looked down on him. He’d always believed that a job doing honest work was something to be proud of, regardless of what it was. But when people put you down, teenagers called you names and you were either ignored or ridiculed, it hurt. Big time.

The only bright spot he could think of was the distraction of Micah Davenport. A man living on his route. But, Guthrie had seen the man’s family. A wife, a small son and a baby daughter. A straight man with a lovely home, white picket fence and all. What Guthrie wouldn’t give to find a gay man that looked like Micah. It was during a long interval with no trash from Micah’s home that changed everything. But Guthrie didn’t know if he had the courage to do anything about it.

WIP - Misbehaving Models - Not started

Inspired by our own D.W. Skinner...and G.A. Hauser

Gavin Townsend was excited to be taking six weeks off to join the infamously popular reality show Misbehaving Models. That he'd been chosen was a surprise. But what thrilled him most was working with Erik Wutig, one of the top photograhers in the world. He didn't know what to expect, but he did know he was going to enjoy the next six weeks if it killed him.

Hans Breckenridge was tired. Tired of the modeling. Tired of the constant starvation. Tired of being used….and abused. Tired of being alone, and lonely. This was it for him. The final great brouhaha, being on Misbehaving Models. His agent didn’t know that, but Hans hardly cared anymore.

Erik wasn’t sure about taking on the reality show, Misbehaving Models, but his business partner thought it would be a boost in exposure. Erik had scoffed at that, since they were busier than ever, well he was anyway. He’d had pretty much put his personal life on hold to do this. He only hoped his partner appreciated it. Especially since it wasn’t his partner who was going to videotaped twenty four seven while trying to complete the biggest project Erik had yet attempted.

Chandler Stemming knew he’d nearly coerced Erik’s business partner into agreeing that Wutig Studios would provide the photographer for the next season of Misbehaving Models. But Chandler wanted Erik….in more ways than one. And he always got what he wanted. He just didn’t know if he would be able to break down the barriers built so carefully over the last fifteen years to hide who he was.

Six stunning male models, one controlling perfectionist photographer and a producer with an ulterior motive all broadcasted to the living rooms of the world. The chaos is real, the angst touching, the talent unbelievable. The emotions will run ramped, but in the end, will Erik finish his project? Will Gavin and the other five models withstand Erik’s exacting tyranny? Will Hans’ fragile psyche be a victim to the drama and will Chandler open up enough to get his man?

WIP - Overwhelmed - 6128 Word count

Cayle Hallowell isn’t happy…at all. Add up being shy and introverted, awkward and of average intelligence, self-loathsome and having a family that hates him, zero friends, constant fear…and gay, he felt his miserable life would be best ended. He never got the chance to execute that elimination himself.

Victim of a gay-bashing, Cayle truly wished the homophobes had completed what they’d set out to do. That was to beat him to death. But, in the end, he’d only ended up with a savior. That savior adding new layers of misery to Cayle’s already desolate life.

Like he didn’t have enough to be depressed and overwhelmed about? Now the most gorgeous, tattooed and pierced, masculine, mouthwateringly unattainably straight man kept popping up unexpectedly to stop any attempts Cayle had in ceasing his wretched existence. Wrapped up in his misery, it didn’t even occur to Cayle…why…the man would be in his life at all. Self esteem completely nonexistent, it didn’t cross his mind why a stunning example of pure maleness would waste his time with a loser like himself. Back to the wall….

Dalton lived and breathed the bad boy life. No one knew his secret. A secret he has every intention of keeping to his dying day. His closest buddies don’t know, his brothers and sisters don’t know…and most importantly, his parents don’t know. All that secrecy starts taking its toll on Dalton after he rescues a small, mouse of a man that was everything Dalton was not.

What made him care at all wasn’t something he could identify. Dalton didn’t much care about anything, except his family. Wild, selfish, somewhat cruel, arrogant Dalton found Cayle Hallowell getting under his skin. And he didn’t like it…not one bit. ‘Fuck ‘em and leave ‘em’ went right along with his ‘I’m a badass so don’t fuck with me’ attitude. And though the genuine label of ‘bad ass’ was richly deserved, and gave him a level of privacy, the ‘fuck ‘em and leave ‘em part? That happened and rarely about 85 miles northwest in Atlanta. That way, Macon Georgia would never know that Dalton Montague Shoreline, III, multimillionaire heir, never-worked-a-day-in-his-life, bad-ass preferred men. The best laid plans…..

WIP - Under Wraps - 20106 Word count

Elijah Grayson was proud that he was the youngest detective on the Seattle force in recent history. But that pride was overshadowed by indignation that he was also the only detective that could pass for a fourteen year old boy. A rent boy. For that made him prefect for the Assignment.

An assignment that turned into a waking nightmare. Trapped in a whorehouse, Elijah relied on the contact he had with fellow narcotics detective Jace Atherton. A man he both loved and despised. A man that had hurt him badly. Then suddenly Jace was gone and Elijah was alone. Alone and vulnerable.

Once he’d gained the information to put the prostitution kingpin Asher Cravets behind bars for life, Elijah waited. No Jace. But he did get contacted again. By none other than Kinsey Sheridan, the PD Director’s own son. But, still, Elijah was left to continue in the whorehouse.

Elijah didn’t know what would become of him. And Cravets’ interest in him was growing again. Elijah didn’t want to be the next in a long line of dead rent boys. But his hope was left in a young, inexperienced vice detective, Kinsey, and an estranged lover, Jace.

Will Cary and Jace be able to save Elijah before Asher Cravets decides Elijah should be his…again?

Warning: Content may be objectionable to some readers. M/M sexual practices, rape, murder, adult language, pedophilia, prostitution.