T n'T's Confidential: Marie Medina

Happy Thursday readers! Today I've got talented author Marie Medina stopping by with her latest release Your Money or Your life, a  hot escape into another time... but I'll let her explain. Welcome Marie!

Thank you for having me today! I am very happy to share a little excerpt from Your Money or Your Life, book 2 in my Tales of the Highwaymen series. This trilogy was not meant to be one at all, but I loved two of the secondary characters so much that I simply had to give them both their own story and happy ending. All Mine, book 3, will be out January 30, but for now enjoy this steamy excerpt from book 2.

When Jacob fell moving a portrait in the museum where he worked, he was worried about damaging it. He never imagined he would fall into it and wake up in another dimension. Though his day does start to improve when a sexy masked man rides to his rescue…

Gerard thought his friends Adam and Eloise would be the enchanted portrait’s only victims, but when he finds a gorgeous but bewildered young man wandering in the woods, he realizes how wrong he was. Now he has to enlist the help of a man he can’t stand to put a stop to the magic, even though he’d much rather be spending that time in the arms of the sexy man now sharing his home.

Teaser (R-rated):

Gerard couldn’t understand the world his new friends had come from. So many things sounded wonderful, but at times the cruelty of their world shocked him. “I’m sorry. You were afraid of being shunned or persecuted?”

Jacob nodded. “I never told anyone I was gay until I met a guy I wanted to date, usually. If I knew he was gay and knew he liked me, I’d let my guard down. I wasn’t ashamed, but I didn’t want to be judged. My town was very small, and no one who came out stayed long because the reaction in town was so bad. I moved when I went to college, and I was starting to feel confident about coming out.” He shrugged and looked around the room. “And now I’m here.”

“You’ve no need to fear anything here, I can assure you.” Gerard smiled. “And anyone who wanted to harm you in any way would have to get through me first.”

“So, you’re going to be my permanent champion? My dashing outlaw?”

Gerard guffawed. “Outlaw? I’m not quite that.”

“Aren’t you a highwayman? I asked about your mask, and Adam and Eloise said you were.”

“But not really an outlaw.” Gerard considered his statement. “All right, I do steal from people, but it’s not what you’re thinking.” He searched his brain for the name that Adam had mentioned several times. “I’m like Robin Hood.”

Jacob smiled. “Are you, now?”

Nodding, he said, “Yes. There’s a large gap between the very rich and the very poor here. There’s the king and the nobles, and then we have everyone else. There is very little social climbing, as Adam called it. I try to help where I can. We never take jewels or personal items, just money. And only from those who will not miss it. A few actually cooperate because they know the truth.”

“How many are in your gang?”

“Actually, without Adam, it’s just me for now. My men tend to retire when they get married. They need more stability in their lives and their incomes.” Holding up his hand, he gestured around. “The family that lived here abandoned it, claimed it was haunted. Hardly anyone will even come near it, so I live here comfortably enough. No one objects. I do odd jobs here and there, but most of the families I’ve helped see that I am well taken care of.” He grinned. “Got lots of other men’s wives cooking for me.”

“Sounds like an almost charmed existence, in its way.” Jacob laughed. “So, you’re looking for new recruits?”

“Are you volunteering?”

After a long pause, Jacob nodded. “Sure. What else am I going to do? It’ll at least be a way to repay you, earn my keep.”

Gerard raised one eyebrow. “All right, though I had several inventive ideas for how you could earn your keep.”

Jacob looked down for a moment, and then he slowly glanced back up. “Maybe you can enlighten me.”

Gerard tried his best to rein himself in and hoped Jacob would not notice his half-mast erection. “One night when you’re stronger.”

Jacob smiled as his eyes lowered again briefly. “But you have to keep me awake tonight, remember?”

The look in Jacob’s eyes had Gerard hard and ready in an instant. “I wouldn’t be a gentleman if I took advantage of my guest in such a way.”

Jacob moved closer, running his hand up Gerard’s thigh but stopping before actually touching his groin. “True, I’m probably not up to … certain activities … but it seems you’re ready for anything.”

“It’s been a while.”

“For me, too.” Jacob cupped him, but he wasn’t too aggressive. He ran the palm of his hand over Gerard’s shaft, locking eyes with him.

“We just met today. I don’t want you to regret this.” Gerard didn’t want to regret it either, didn’t want to care for a man and not be able to keep him again. But Jacob’s touch was like heaven.

Jacob examined Gerard’s leather pants, and then he began to unlace them. “These pants have been driving me mad ever since I first saw you. Even when I was confused as hell, they were distracting me.” He freed Gerard’s cock and stroked it. “I’m tired of hiding and being timid, denying my desires. I do not want a gentleman—I want the fantasy that rode up and saved me today.”

Gerard laughed low in his throat, arching up a bit as Jacob worked his cock. He wanted those lips wrapped around him, wanted to fuck that tempting mouth. “I don’t think I’ve ever been called a fantasy before.”

Jacob stroked harder, still looking into Gerard’s eyes. “Trust me. Compared to every other man I’ve been with, you’re exotic and exciting, a very wet dream come true.”

Gerard cupped Jacob’s face and ran his thumb over his lips. “Suck me off. I’ve been thinking about it ever since I pulled you up onto my horse.”

Jacob smiled and licked the head of Gerard’s cock. “I felt your cock against my ass. I think that’s what kept me from going crazy, grounded me to reality.”

Gerard started to reply, but then he groaned as Jacob’s mouth engulfed him. Their banter had him aching, and Jacob’s mouth was hot and sweet. Gerard couldn’t believe this amazing man had called himself timid. He knew how to suck cock, bringing Gerard right to the edge but then easing off in a sweetly tortuous way.

Jacob’s tongue teased up and down the vein on the underside of Gerard’s cock. He ran his fingers through Jacob’s chestnut brown hair, loving the way the man moaned as he sucked. Jacob seemed to be enjoying himself very much. After Alexander’s betrayal, Gerard had believed he would never be able to inspire this kind of desire, but Jacob was proving him wrong.

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T n'T's Confidential: Interview with Tory Michaels

Welcome back to T n'T Confidential 2013 edition! *insert trumpeteers and cheerleaders here*

For anyone new that doesn't know what T n'T's are about, I'll explain. T n'T's Confidential are Tuesday and Thursday's dedicated to visiting authors. Sometimes they'll hop by with just a quick blurb and excerpt about their latest release, other times I will have had the possibility to interview them and delve into their devious minds and other times there will be a little of everything along with some extra surprises (such as giveaways).

My first visitor this year is Florida resident, Tory Michaels!  I've had the chance to interview Tory and find out more about her and her Dream Walker-War series of which book 3, Prophecy of blood just came out.

Originally from the Sacramento Valley, Tory packed up and moved all the way to Southwest Florida in 2004 with her husband (a Florida native) under the premise that ‘hurricanes almost never hit that part of the state.’ That year, 4 blasted the area. 4 more came the following year, and her husband blames her for bringing the hurricanes. She now resides in Jacksonville and is relieved that, thus far, no more hurricanes have followed her around.

She began writing in kindergarten when a turnip wished to be human and, other than a hiatus shortly after getting married, has never stopped. Her love of vampires began somewhere in junior high, and combining the two loves didn’t take long. She loves music, considers herself a ‘book slut’ whose reading habits would break her family financially if given free reign, and is (usually) delighted to be a mommy of twin Shrimpettes and a Shrimp.

Welcome Tory! You work in law, have three children a husband and a dog… Are you some sort of superhero in disguise!? How do you manage to find the time to write?

I don’t sleep. Seriously, I routinely get by on 5-6 hours of sleep. It drives my husband CRAZY! I really need to get more sleep, feel better when I do, but I’ll lie awake trying to sleep and ideas just keep coming on how to either fix something already written, or what I might try.

Now if only my self-doubt wouldn’t paralyze me when I try to actually write them down…..I’d probably have 5 or more books beyond what I already have if I wrote as much as I think about my writing.

Where do you get the inspiration for your stories?

Every so often, something on TV or a movie will trigger an idea. I’ve got a new series idea brewing at the moment that’s sci-fi rather than paranormal. It’s bizarre, the idea of a book that doesn’t involve vampires.

Prophecy of Blood is the latest book in your Dream Walker War series and there’s still one more book to go according to your website. Why did you decided to write a series? How hard do you find the process?

There’s at least one, but probably more than that based on what I’ve been thinking lately about the series.

I didn’t actually originally intend to do a series. Dara’s story was intended as a stand-alone and stood up by itself for the first two versions (differing plotlines, with different titles, with only a couple of scenes that remained in every single version). And then…along came the plot that led to the title Blood Rage. Ares presented himself as the motivator behind the murders that brought Dara and Anthony together, and it was on from there.

Granted, there have been some hiccups along the way. There’s an entire book written that I can never publish that featured Chris (heroine from books 2 & 3) hooking up with an incubus named Marcelo. Unfortunately, there was more spark between Chris and Jordan than between Chris and Marcelo. So I pitched that book and wrote one starring Chris and Jordan. A couple of scenes from the Chris/Marcelo book found their way into Rising and Prophecy.

Writing a series can be BRUTAL, especially this third book. I’d been very vague about certain details in Blood Rage and Blood-Mage Rising, but as the war moved toward its first serious climax (the end of Prophecy), I had to lay out a lot of details to set up the rest of the series, however many books that ends up being. It also sucked that Rising & Prophecy covers the same time period as Rage because it meant I couldn’t use Dara and Anthony much, since they were off having their own dramas.

Out of the Dream Walker War series, which character thus far has been the hardest to build? Why?

Jordan. He’s my resident pain in the ass. He went from being a one-chapter, throwaway villain in the earliest version of what became Blood Rage (originally Love & Lies), to a minor character in the throw-away book, to demanding his own book (which turned into two). And he wanted to be a ROMANTIC HERO! He’s a freakin’ sociopath with a thousand years of torture, murder and mayhem under his belt.

Finding a way to make him a romance hero was a trick and a half. He’s still a sociopath, but I think he developed nicely in the end to be a villainous hero (and no, there’s no hidden heart of gold under that darkness).

What are you currently working on?

I’m between projects at the moment, though I’ve got a couple of ideas on the back-burner (book 4 of the Dream-Walker War, and a new sci-fi series that I’m keeping under wraps for the moment).

If you could change one thing from one of your novels, what would it be?

A couple of typos I found in Prophecy. Seriously, I’m psyched with how well they turned out and I have no real regrets/problems with them as they stand. Oh, Chris is reportedly a bit whiny in Rising, and I acknowledge she needed to grow up a bit, buuuut it served its purpose, I think.

Favorite:

Song – I Surrender, Celine Dion

Moment of the day – When I get up and no kids are around yet and I have a chance to drink that cup of coffee in peace.

Animal – If you mean real ones, orcas. Fantasy ones – Pegasus.

One wish for 2013? – An agent and traditional publishing contract! (okay, that’s two, sorry)

Blurb

One hundred ninety-eight seasons after the mushroom-shaped clouds first blossom to poison the humans of the Rising Sun, near the beginning of the Season of Inundation, Atlantis will return.

With those words ringing in their ears, vampires Christine Javert and Jordan MacNaught find themselves in a race against time to stop the return of Atlantis. As they hunt for the deadly Ares, they discover the true depths of his plot to incite a world-wide species war, turning the humans against all the non-humans, not just the vampires as they’d originally thought.

Excerpt

“Dude, next time just tap me on the shoulder.”

She needed to lodge the protest, though her body sang at the familiar touch. She and her body needed to have a good, long talk about this situation. He shouldn’t be able to make her go mushy just by putting an arm around her. Not when they’d sated their lust so recently.

As expected, Jordan wore a suit that evening, and it suited him perfectly. No tie for a change though, and his crisp shirt was unbuttoned at the collar. So for him, he was going for a casual look.

The arm around her back drifted south until his hand rested on her ass and gave it a gentle squeeze. “My way’s more fun. Admit it, wasn’t it fun, seeing him slink off?”

He grinned. How a grown man frozen in his early twenties could continually look like a mischievous little boy when he grinned was beyond her. But it worked for him. Chris shook her head and groaned. Protest. Remember? You’re doing the whole friend thing, and friends don’t grab friends’ asses. Not even friends you bounce at every opportunity. With an effort, she leveled out her breathing. “I didn’t expect to see you here so early. I was heading out soon.”

Even with the attempt to moderate her voice, her words came out breathy. She cringed internally. If Jordan noticed, he didn’t comment. “You need a keeper. I’ve appointed myself to the task.”

Arrogant jackanapes. Rather than draw a scene by having a conversation in the middle of the dance floor without dancing, she sighed and looped his arms around his neck. At least she didn’t have to bother with the intricacies of a waltz. The last time she’d danced with him had been in London, the night before he buried her.

The hand on her butt squeezed again. “What was that thought? You just scowled.”

She shook her head. “Nothing.”

He frowned, but let the matter drop. “You look smashing, Chrissy. Why were you wasting it on the dog?”

“It was a dance, nothing more. Not that it’s any of your business.”

Dozens of people surrounded them, but she saw only Jordan. Felt him as his other hand trailed lazily down her back. His lips brushed her ear as he leaned close. “After earlier, I might just make it my business.”

Her mouth went dry, and she blinked at him. “Huh, wha’?”

 “I make a lousy friend, as you well know.” He cupped the back of her head and kissed her. Her knees threatened to buckle. “And since I intend to be inside you again at the earliest possible moment, the ‘friend’ label doesn’t fit.”

Oh. Wowser. She licked her lips, saw an answering flare of arousal flash in the green eyes staring into hers. “You’re not serious. Like, you want to date?” He blew my mind, but it was that good for him, too?

“Such a dull word, but sufficient.” He drew her closer. Fire followed the path of his lips around the bottom of the dark-blue choker she wore to cover up the nasty scar from the attack that left her almost dead. He took a long sniff, no doubt smelling the Princess perfume she daubed on. “You smell good enough to eat, Chrissy. I could spend hours doing just that.”

The already warm nightclub turned scorching. Maybe it was just her temperature.

“In that obnoxious pink bed of yours.”

She squeezed her eyes shut, tried not to picture them in her room. It definitely was her temperature soaring, not the club’s.

Jordan’s voice dropped to a husky whisper. “Arms and legs restrained, holding you open for me. No escape, no retreat.”

Her non-existent imagination conjured the image up in startling detail, bolstered by the memory of the handcuffs around her wrists earlier. She whimpered, couldn’t help the moisture that trickled from her to soak her panties. Oh damn, no. That should not turn me on. Not him. Not like this, not again.

She moved with the music, turning to press her back into him. His strong, sure hands pulled her hips against his in a dance they’d done so many times together, one that had nothing to do with music.

“And the thought, being with me like that, excites you. Letting control go earlier like you did, gave you a rush you’ve never gotten before in sex.” Jordan pushed the hair at her neck to the side. Sharp fangs sank against her throat, not quite breaking the skin, his other hand drifting up to cup her breast. The fabric of her dress did nothing to shield her against the heat of his palm. “Did you sneak out afterward because of how it made you feel?”

Teasing touches trades down her sides until he reached the hem of her skirt. His hand slid beneath to caress the skin of her thigh just above her garter.

Take back control, Chris. You steam-roller. Men don’t do this shit to you. Nor did she want them to. Right? Except him, damn it all to hell. And he was talking about feelings? What the fuck? Struggling to keep her head against the sensuality he dragged out of her, she clamped her hands over his wrists to still his movements. With only a hint of her normal forcefulness, she said, “Knock it off, MacNaught.”

“Or what, hmm? Let go, Chrissy. You’d enjoy yourself more if you relaxed. Remember?”

He twisted his wrist, broke her admittedly weak grip on him, and the exploration of her leg continued. She colored, prayed no one was staring at them. The display, while making her hornier than a bitch in heat, was mild for the ‘Cor. It didn’t matter, because she flat out didn’t do public affection. None of her boyfriends crossed the line with her, knowing she’d flatten them if they pushed too far.

She couldn’t flatten Jordan though. To make it worse, she didn’t want to.

Goosebumps rose in the wake of his caresses over her thighs. His fingers inched upward, just brushing her mound, only blocked by the flimsy barrier of her soaked panties.

He laughed softly in her ear. “You say no, but your body, your oh-so-pretty pussy says yes, doesn’t it?”

Chris twitched. If she didn’t move away, didn’t break this off, the bastard would think he could maul her whenever he wanted. And what’s wrong with that? So what if he does the caveman thing? You read the trashy romance novels, and are surprised when someone acting like those alpha assholes turns you on?

A harsh blast of noise from behind her head where it plastered against Jordan’s suit coat worked as effectively as a bucket of water. 

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T n'T's Confidential: Shyla Colt

Welcome back everyone to another T n T's Confidential installment. Today we've got a very special visit from author Shyla Colt. *applause* Welcome Shyla!

Shyla's new novel Cursed is releasing tomorrow and if you read on you'll discover it sounds like a great read! So plunge on and enjoy!

 

I want to say thank you to Elyzabeth for allowing me to come on to her site and visit with all of you guys. Every store I release is special to me for a different reason but Cursed, is my first self-published release! I'd like you to grab a coke or beer if it's more your style, relax, and let me take you to a small town called Baxter, where a curse is stirring up trouble.

Summary

It’s common knowledge the Edgeworth men are unlucky in love. Great, great, grandpa bought them a one way ticket to heart break when he romanced the local witch’s daughter, took her money and disappeared off into the sunset. Ashamed the Voiles moved away, until now. As the eldest son, it’s up to him to persuade the women to remove the curse. He realizes quickly he wants to keep, Avalyn Voiles for himself. Now he just needs to make her believe his affections are real and overcome decades of bad blood...

Avalyn’s spent her whole life hearing her grandmother bad mouth the Edgeworth family. So, the last thing she expects when she returns to Baxter, was for the witty, charming, sexy Colton to be her perfect match. Should she take a chance on love and risk history repeating itself?


Excerpt

She came to stand in front of him with her hands linked behind her back. She titled her head to the side and peered up at him from beneath long black lashes.

“I’ve spent the past month miserable because of a past I had nothing to do with. I’m done with that.”

He held his breath, afraid he might have misunderstood.

Her gaze met his, and her dark eyes were filled with an intense longing he knew would be mirrored in his own. His thoughts had centered on this woman day in and day out. Even now his hands itched to wind themselves in her hair as he pulled her body to rest against his own. He swallowed. The sound seemed to echo in the quiet room as he waited for her next move. Avalyn stepped closer.

“I guess what I’m trying to say is…” Her voice was a whisper of silk, low and sensual. It washed over him. She trailed the tips of two fingers from his clavicle to his chest, where she spread her palm over his heart. He lowered his lids to half-mast as arousal began to weave its wicked spell. “I’m done with that.” She leaned in closer; her body rubbed against his, burning him through the material of his clothing as she went on her tiptoes. Full lips brushed grazed his Adam’s apple, and he gasped when her tongue darted out to flicker over his pulse point.

“Tasty. I knew you would be.” Her breath was warm as it swirled over the wet path she’d created moments before, making it tingle. His head spun. How had he gone from aggressor to this? His cock hardened and strained against the zipper of his jeans. He was about three seconds from taking her on his desk.

“Yes, that’s exactly what I want.”

Her husky voice made his eyebrows shoot up toward the ceiling. Had she just read his mind?

“No, I read your eyes. I want every ounce of the lust I see in those pretty green orbs, Colton. I’ve been celibate a long time. I’m ready to be filled, ridden, and wrung out to dry. Do you think you can do that?”

Was she serious?

“Don’t worry, this isn’t a trap. You’ll find I say what I mean.”

A trail of goose bumps broke out over his body as she rocked her hips into his and nipped at his bottom lip. He groaned. Shouldn’t they talk? She issued another sharp bite. The soothing feel of her slippery tongue knocked all rational thought from his mind.

Fuck it.

He bent over to grab her thighs, and she wrapped her slender legs around his waist. Her nails scrapped across his scalp, and he grunted when she gave a light tug on his hair. “Damn, your hair is softer than I imagined it would be. It’s like red satin.”

“Isn’t that supposed to be my line?” he asked.

She laughed, a raspy sound that made his stomach quiver. “Oh, I’m an equal opportunity kind of girl.”

“God, you’re sexy.”

“Mhmm, the feeling is mutual.”

She nipped at his neck, and her nails dug into his shoulders. He hissed. The pleasurable pain made the tip of his dick harden further and leak. Damn, she’d made him wet!

“Are you trying to mark me, woman?”

“I like everyone to know when something’s mine.” She rotated her hips and purred low in her throat.

“Is that what I am?”

“Oh, yes, I think that’s what you’ve from the moment we first met.”

He opened his mouth to protest, but the rotation of her hips strangled his words in a choke hold.

“Don’t worry, Coly, the possession works both ways.”

The whispered words made something inside him snap. The need to claim what was his goaded him into action. He spun them around, bent over, and swiped the desk with his right arm. Paperwork, pens, and folders flew through the air, landing helter-skelter around the room. He placed Avalyn’s body onto the desk with a soft thud. A mewl left her lips, and she arched her back. It was obvious she enjoyed the roughness. Her eyes opened. A sinful spark smoldered in her fathomless eyes.

“Don’t worry, I won’t break.”

He placed his forearms on either side of her head and leaned down to taste her lips. She was like a shot of espresso, sweet and exhilarating. He tilted his head to deepen their lip-lock. Their tongues wrestled for dominance. The back and forth power play had him more turned on than he’d ever been in his life. He’d never imagined things could be this way. They came apart to suck down air, and she pushed against his chest.

“Naked, now.”

Her commanding tone made him growl. The rumble echoed in his chest. He stood and began to unbutton his flannel shirt as she shed her tank top. He pulled the flannel off and ripped the white T-shirt underneath it. Her breasts were firm and high with large, milk chocolate-colored nipples that called him in like a homing beacon. Unable to resist their siren’s call, he walked over to the desk, pulled her to the edge, and feasted. He sucked a hard pebble into his mouth and massaged the other. She arched her back like a cat, and he knew he’d hit an erroneous zone. She roamed his body with her, scorching his skin as she explored

Sharp nails sunk into his flesh, and he bit down on her nipple. She released a squeal that made his chest swell with pride. He wanted to please this woman more than he’d ever wanted to do anything else. He pulled back a few minutes later, eager to taste more of her skin. She was a fire in his blood, in his very veins. He could only extinguish the flames by having every part of her. He kissed his way down her firm stomach and paused at the button of her jeans.

“Oh, don’t stop now. It’s just getting good.”



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T n'T's Confidential: M.A. Church

Time flies and it's Thursday already! Today we've got awesome author M.A. Church blogging with us! She's here to tell us all about her latest story Faded Love in the "Carved in Flesh Anthology". Read on! 

Carved in Flesh Anthology

The title of my story is Faded Love, which I think is perfect because scars fade, but true love doesn’t. What attracted me to this anthology was the very fact it’s based on scars. From my own personal experience I know that scars can affect how a person looks at their self. I had back surgery twelve years ago, and have a scar on my back. Back then I wore a two piece bathing suit and it was noticeable. I actually had people stop me and ask about it. Granted, mostly it was people who’d had back surgery, so they knew what the scar was from. But, the scar drew attention, to some degree.

My story is about a top model that’s in a car accident and ends up scarred… on his face, no less. He isn’t horribly disfigured, but can you imagine what that would do to someone who models? Ashley, the model in my story, makes his living from his looks and does a damn good job at it. And in the blink of an eye, it’s all changed. 

The Carved In Flesh anthology is going to be very interesting, I think. I can’t wait to see the different stories! J

http://www.stormmoonpress.com/books/Carved-in-Flesh.aspx

Carved in Flesh- an anthology released September 14^th by Storm Moon Press

People often say that the true perfection in the human form is in its imperfections. Scars are visceral reminders of a person's past, a sign of an event that can never fade. Whether it was gained in combat, a traumatic experience, or part of a ritual with a lover, scars are the ultimate labels. Carved in Flesh features short stories in which at least one character sports physical scars—visible to the naked eye, and prominent enough to spark a conversation.

Faded Love by M.A. Church

Excerpt:

“Will?” Ashley’s hand was gently held and pulled down. Why did Will’s voice sound so funny, like he was hoarse? “Will? What’s going on? Where am I? What’s on my face?”

“Listen to me. You’re in the hospital.”

“Hospital? Why the hell am I in the hospital?” Straining, he was finally able to make out the pale walls, and smell a scent he had always associated with hospitals: cleaners and sickness.

“You don’t remember… anything?” Will bent over Ashley, still holding his hands. God, Will’s skin was so warm, and his was so cold. “Tell me what you remember.”

“Was on my way home from that shoot. You called. I was going to call you back… Will?” Ashley’s voice rose and cracked. “Then, nothing until now. What—what… Will?”

One of Will’s strong hands managed to loosen itself from Ashley’s death grip and brushed Ashley’s hair back from his face. “You’re in the hospital. There was an accident, a bad accident. You were hit on the way home two days ago.”

“Fuck me! Two days ago?” Ashley bit his lip as pain spiked in his ribs. “How bad? Who hit me?”

“It was pretty bad. You have bruised ribs from the impact with the steering wheel, your arm is bruised—not broken—and more bruises over your body. I forgot the driver’s name. They hit you on the passenger side, slammed you into a street light. Two people in the other car died.”

“Died? Jesus.” Every time Ashley tried to lift his hand to his face, Will stopped him. “What’s wrong with my vision? Why can I only see out of one side?”

Gripping his hand, Will hesitated. “You were struck so hard your head hit the driver side window.”

Ashley gripped Will’s hand. There was more, he just knew it. What little he could make out of Will’s concerned face told him that. “And? Tell me, dammit!”

 “The window busted. There was glass everywhere. Oh God, Ashley, I’m so sorry. You were cut. On your face… and—and… there’s going to be a scar.”

“A scar?” Ashley whispered, and then his voice gained in strength as horror stabbed at him. “A scar, on my face? My face? No! Oh my God, no! How bad, Will? How fucking bad?”

Tears soaked Will’s voice. “From the hair line to under your chin. Jesus, Ashley. I’m so sorry.”

The screams from Ashley’s room brought most of the nursing staff at a dead run.

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