Wednesday Brief: Your hump day dose of flash fiction

Let us all cheer for the fact that half the week is over! Hurrah! I'll be sincere, Monday and Tuesday  have been hard. I hadn't had such crummy days in quite some time. *sigh* Anyway, enough about me! I'm continuing with last week's story that you can read here. The prompt I've used is the one that said "use a rainbow".

Oh, and do come by on Thursday and Friday too! Tomorrow I've got author Julie Hayes popping in for a visit! She'll be talking about her latest release, Revelations. On Friday, author Freddy McKay is stopping by for a spell to share chat about her latest release, the anthology Cabin for Two.
Come over, leave a comment and have some fun :-)

Enjoy! And do visit the other Briefer's (links at the bottom). They've got some great stories going on.
And now without further ado...

Clare (chapter 2)

Clare looked out the window. It was Saturday morning and after the storm of the previous night, a dazzling sun had come out and a beautiful rainbow glittered in the sky. She’d barely slept, her thoughts on his last email. She hadn’t replied. She couldn’t. Not with the image of the door and the words. Clare pulled out the coffee pot and set it to brew. She passed a tired hand over her face. Reclining against the kitchen table her gaze was drawn to her laptop in the living room. Mikelo. She’d never heard that name and yet when she mumbled it aloud in the dead of night it rolled off her tongue naturally.

“Mikelo.”

She closed her eyes, savoring each syllable. It was an exotic name, one that didn’t belong to this world. A name that came from another time and another place, a name that could be found behind the iron door. Her eyes popped open and she turned her back to the computer.

She’d been a child, barely eight years of age when she’d found the hidden bunker while playing hide and go seek with some neighborhood friends. The door was ajar, the perfect place for a child to hide in.

Clare ran across the jungle of leaves and fallen trees that dotted the landscape. She heard her mother screaming after her, telling her not to stray too far, but she paid no heed. Her cousin was it and she had to hide as quickly as possible. She saw the wall of leaves, swinging slightly with the wind. Perfect! She stumbled and fell across to the other side. Her heart pumping and her eyes wide she only saw the old door slightly open. She heard her cousin’s voice, calling her name and scrambled into the tight space. Smiling wildly, she pulled the door closer and put her ear on the door.

Wrinkling her nose, she waited. She couldn’t hear anything. Not the sound of the wind or Felicia’s acute singsong voice. It was dark, but she wasn’t afraid of the dark. She waited. Minutes ticked by slowly and she started to wonder if her cousin had given up on her and left. Annoyed, she pushed at the door. It was stuck. Frowning, she pushed again. Nothing. Huffing with exasperation and trying hard not to succumb to the growing panic in her gut, she pushed once more. The heavy door did not budge. A noise caught her attention. Plop. Plop. Plop.

It was like a water faucet that had been left open. Her tiny hands pushed at the door again. It was just her imagination, just her imagination. She closed her eyes and pushed with all her strength to no avail. The sound grew louder. Plop. Plop. Plop. Plop. Chime.

Her eyes widened and she spun around. A light shone in the distance illuminating a small pond. Clare’s brow wrinkled. She watched mesmerized as water dripped from an unknown place onto the translucent water. Plop. Plop.Plop. Chime.
There was that other sound, like wind chimes tangling in the air. She looked around but there was nothing. Plop. Plop. Plop.

Where was the water coming from? Her feet dragged her toward the source even as her brain told her to stay put and away from something she didn’t understand. She stopped at the edge of the enormous puddle and looked up. Darkness. She couldn’t see the ceiling, the rafts or a faucet in the black darkness pooled above. Her gaze followed the drop that mysteriously appeared. Her mouth opened in utter horror as she realized the color of the bead. Her childish mind associated it with one thing and one thing only as the droplet mingled with the water. She scrambled backwards, her tiny feet slipping. Her arms flailed in the air and suddenly she was falling, falling right through the puddle of blood. 

To be continued...

Wednesday Briefer's

Nephylim    m/m

Chris T. Kat   m/m

Victoria Adams      m/f

Lily Sawyer      m/m 

MA Church    m/m

Tali Spencer    m/m

MC Houle      m/m

Julie Lynn Hayes  m/m

Cia Nordwell m/m

T' n'T's Confidential: Shyla Colt

Welcome readers! Today I have lovely author Shyla Colt dropping in for a visit to tell us about her recent release Vixen Claimed. Go for it, Shyla!

A pin-up model , a Brit and a mechanic. It sounds like a punch line to a joke but it's the start to the first story in my series of novellas , VintageVixens.  Devlin, Claire, Judy, and Dahlia aren’t your average heroines. Tattooed with attitudes, and sass, these best friends have unique journeys on their way to love.  In Vixen Claimed we explore Devlin’s story.

 

Blurb

When Devlin's car breaks down on a stretch of empty highway, with the sun going down, the last thing she feels is lucky. A moonlight stroll to what looks like an abandoned garage brings her face to face with the first man who broke her heart and shattered her belief in love.

Jace has spent the past six years furious at Devlin for a rejection she never truly delivered. The truth sets them both straight and allows a chance to begin anew. But this time around Jace has a very special request, that they include his best friend.

Plagued by sexual impotency after being in a wheel chair after a career ending car accident Tristan has grown bitter and disinterested in the opposite sex. The sexy vixen who steps in to the shop unexpectedly changes all of that. Problem is she's his best friend's ex.

Excerpt

“You know, Tristan,” she placed her hand on his knee, “if you’re not really attracted to me, it’s okay. I know how Jace can be once he gets something in his head.”

“No I am—very attracted.”

He pinned her with blue eyes darkened with lust. The stark need made her gasp and her fingers dug a little deeper into the flesh of his knee. “I didn’t want to be a third wheel in what you two have going on. That’s happened enough.” His eyes lowered. Devlin held his chin until he glanced up to return her gaze. “That’s over now, Tristan. From the moment I set eyes on you, something sparked. It was a feeling I’d only experienced once before and it scared me. Still does honestly. But I’ve never been the type to run from things and I do want this—want you.” She moved in and captured his lips. The intensity of the moment took her breath and she pulled away.

“Wow.”

“I second that, dear.”

“I want to do it again.”

Their lips melded once more. He explored her face with gentle sweeping touches that made her feel cherished. His tongue entered her mouth, starting a sensual tango that engaged her senses and consumed her. He smelled like man and citrus. The skin on his neck was warm beneath her hands. Her legs parted and her eyes popped open to see Jace kneeling between them.

“Don’t stop, baby,” Jace whispered. He hooked his thumbs in the elastic of her panties and rolled them down her legs, leaving them at her ankles so her movement was constricted. Tease. All thoughts were obliterated by the feel of Jace’s magical fingers caressing her honeyed heat as Tristan worked her mouth in tandem. They were like two parts of the same whole. Tristan pulled up her shirt, gliding his hands underneath to cup her breast through her bra. He pinched her nipples, plucking them like a gifted musician with a guitar.

“This needs to come off,” Tristan growled. “Arms up.” She replied without thinking, hissing when the cool air caressed the chocolate drops of her nipples, making them pebble further. He sucked one into his mouth and Jace thrust a finger deep into her tunnel. Emotions rocked her from above and below. Her pussy quivered.

“Damn, you’re gushing, baby. You like what we’re doing to you, don’t you?” Jace asked.

“Yes,” she said, her voice strained and low.

“Look at how wet she is for us, Trist.”

She opened her eyes to see her blond lover peer down. His nostrils flared as Jace moved back and spread her legs as wide as her underwear allowed.

“You smell ripe for the picking, Devlin,” Tristan said.

“Have a taste,” Jace said, holding his soaked finger up to his friend. Tristan’s pink tongue shot out to sample her juices off Jace’s finger and she came on the spot. Once minute she was fine and the next she exploded like a bottle full of soda and Mentos.

“Holy shit, Devy, don’t stop!” Jace said.

He rubbed her clit with his thumb, prolonging the orgasm as her honey shot out in spurts. A mouth joined his rubbing. Her heart stuttered in her chest when she opened her eyes and saw blond hair where she expected black. Tristan pierced her with his stiff tongue over and over, burying his face as far as it would go as Jace flicked her sensitive clit.

“We want you to come for us again, Devy. Spray your sweetness into Tris’s mouth. Give him a little taste.”

“Oh God.” A lusty moan ripped from her mouth when Jace pinched her clit. Tristan was like a ravenous beast, never letting up. Soon the stimulation was too much and she detonated.

“Tristan!” She imploded and screamed like she was being tortured, which in a way she was. A delicious punishing she would misbehave to receive time and time again. Devlin slumped back in the chair, letting them move her limbs around like a doll.

“Catch your breath, Devlin. We’re not done with you yet.” The wicked tone in Tristan’s voice tightened something low in her stomach.

“I-I can’t,” she huffed.

 “You can and you will,” Jace whispered from his new position beside her. She lifted her heavy lids and found herself under the million-yard stare of her sexy Brit. Jace kissed her bared shoulders, whispering in her ear.

“I want to watch you fuck him, Devy. Make him come with that tight little pussy of yours.” Tristan sat back against the couch, reclining as he stroked his thick prick. He was shorter than Jace, about seven inches, but he made up for it in girth. Thin veins ran along the underside playing peek-a-boo in her vision with each stroke he made. Desire pooled in her belly, heavy and hot, and nectar flowed from her center. Maybe I can do this again.

“I can feel your liquid heat on my knees. You’re ready for me, aren’t you sweet girl?” Fuck, how had this seemingly shy man become the pied piper of dick?

“Shit, yes.”

“Oooh, you’ve a dirty mouth, dove.”

“Keep talking to me in that sexy lilt of yours and you’ll see just how dirty I can be.”

“Mhmm, is that a promise? Lift her up, Jace. Let’s show our girl what I have to offer her.” The possessive noun made her heart soar.

“You ready to take him, baby?” Jace asked.

“Yes.”

She crawled up his body, raising up and taking his tip into her pussy. Even with lubrication, he stretched her wide, pushing the limits of pleasure and pain as she shimmied down to his base.

“You feel so good wrapped around me love.” She pushed up and lowered herself down slowly, taking his entire length inside her. Pleasure sparked along her nerve endings as she bounced up and down on his cock.

Vixen Claimed can be purchased at the following places :

 Evernight Publishing

Amazon

 All Romance

Book strand

Want to know more about Shyla and her work ? You can find her at www.shylacolt.com.

Twitter: @shylacolt

Email: Sassy3134@gmail.com

Previous Works

12 Days of Xanthus

No Man Left Behind

Lessons From the Professor

Cursed

What the Heart Knows

Recovery

Wicked Temptations

The Wanting

Wolf in Waiting

Don’t Fear The Reaper

Six Sentence Sunday

Why oh why does the weekend go by so fast? *Sigh* Well, these days do have their good things, one of them Six Sentence Sunday! Wohoo! Also, this week is going to be fun on my blog because I have several visiting authors and will continue the story I began last Wednesday (you can read it here).

But, back to Sunday and their sentences. I picked today's Six because I wanted to introduce you to the female character of the contemporary fantasy romance I'm finishing up and because I just last night I was walking around that Madrid area. Enjoy!


Victoria pressed her bag closer to her stomach, possessively clutching the tote hanging from her shoulder. She hated walking the streets this late at night, especially on a Friday. The place was filled with drunken people, staggering as they walked from one bar to the next, screaming obscenities or simply out smoking and making a raucous. She loved the city of Madrid but the nighttime scenario was not her thing. She sighed as she stepped over a puddle and squeezed her way between some badly parked motorcycles in the sidewalk. Just a little further and she’d finally reach the one room apartment she’d rented in Tribunal. 

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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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