Lost Treasure Postscript – free!

November 2, 2010

I can’t help myself – I need to check in on my characters from time to time, in order to make sure that they’re still okay!

If you’re interested in seeing what the Lost Treasure gang are up to, you can read Lost and Found.  It’s just shmoopy, nothing too serious – but it’s set after the end of the book, so don’t read it until you’re finished with Lost Treasure itself.

I hope you like it!

Infected: Prey – Gold For Bread by Andrea Speed

October 20, 2010

N.B.: This short story is a “lost” chapter of Infected: Prey, which takes place within that story’s time frame, after the episode with Matt Skouris and his stalker (called by him “Rambo”), within the story Prey. So there’s some warning – if you haven’t read it or read that far, there’s a very mild spoiler.

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Gold For Bread

It was after Hipster Doofus’s latest visit to the coffee shop that Matt realized he didn’t want to be a barista anymore.

It wasn’t  the Hipster’s fault. It was probably a revelation he’d had before and simply forgotten. He wanted to blame the history of drug abuse  for his hummingbird attention, but the truth was he’d always had attention deficit disorder. He was diagnosed with it at six and started taking Ritalin, but as soon as his mom found out he was selling it on the playground to older kids instead of taking it, that was the end of that.

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Free read from D.W. Marchwell

September 12, 2010

“With Gladness”, written specifically for Dreamspinner and Andy Eisenberg (my friend!), available here:  http://marchwellbooks.wikispaces.com

(I hope I did this right!)

Homecoming by Ariel Tachna

April 27, 2010

Homecoming

The sun was warm on Ted’s face even with the tinted windows and the air conditioning in the airport terminal. He’d begged and pleaded to be allowed to come through security to meet this particular plane. His friend’s injury had finally been what tipped the scales in his favor. Les couldn’t walk so he couldn’t carry his bag on crutches. The argument wouldn’t have worked on a larger airport but Lexington was small enough and Southern enough to bend the rules for a sob story about a man who just lost his leg and needed help adjusting to his new life.

It was all true. It just wasn’t the whole truth. The whole truth was that Ted couldn’t wait a moment longer to see his friend. They’d kept in touch the entire time Les was gone, but Ted had come to realize it was far more than friendship that bound them together. Thus the flowers in his hand, the stems crushed by his nervous grip. Les had said repeatedly that he wouldn’t have made it without Ted’s unwavering support so Ted hoped maybe Les felt the same way. It had taken his friend nearly dying, though, to give him the courage to do more than dream.

The plane taxied into place, the jet way moving into position. Ted told himself Les would be the last one out because he’d need a wheelchair, but that didn’t stop him from hovering at the entrance to the jet way, just in case.

The departing passengers streamed past Ted, smiling as they saw the flowers in his hand. He figured they were wondering who the lucky girl was. Ted only hoped Les would consider himself a lucky guy. Then Les was there in front of him, hobbling on crutches but under his own power. Ted held out the flowers, hope shining on his face.

“What are you doing here?” Les asked, laughing.

Ted took a deep breath and leaned forward, brushing his lips over Les’s. This was the moment of truth. Les would either kiss him back or deck him.

Les kissed him back.

Psssst. Free Read from Chrissy Munder

April 25, 2010

Want to learn how Ed Baldwin and Joe Sutton from The Scenic Route first met? Hop over to my website, www.chrissymunder.com and click on the Free Read tab for First Impressions.

Then be sure to come back to Dreamspinner Press and order the Midsummer’s Nightmare 2010 Daily Dose package including The Scenic Route. Remember – every $10 spent enters you in the Dreamspinner April Showers bring May iPads Promotion.

The Promise

March 5, 2010

A tiny little short I wrote about Matt and Jared.  This takes place not long after the end of A to Z, and over a year after the end of Promises.  It’s short and, as Angelo will tell you, “so fuckin’ sweet it’ll make your teeth hurt.”

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The whole thing started because I wasn’t paying attention.

It was a Sunday afternoon in March.  I was sitting on the couch, reading.  Jared was grading homework while he watched TV.  That was when, seemingly out of the blue, he hit me with the question.

“Do you think you ever want to get married?”

In my defense, I was completely engrossed in my book.  I was down to the last hundred pages—the murderer was about to be revealed, justice was about to be served, and the hero was about to get the girl.  I definitely was not paying attention to the TV.

Did I ever want to get married?

I didn’t even pause to think about it.  The word “marriage” still held strictly heterosexual connotations for me.  I immediately pictured a tux.  An enormous cake.  Bridesmaids.

A bride.

I said the first thing that came to me—the worst thing I could possibly have said.  I opened my big mouth and said, “Of course not.”

The only response was a stunned silence, and when I looked over at him, the pain and disappointment in his blue eyes made me drop my book.  “What?”

“Nothing.”  He turned away from me, and I could see him trying to get his emotions back under control, trying not to show me how upset he was by my words.  He gathered up the stack of papers he was grading and took them into the dining room.

I finally looked at the TV, and that was when I realized what an idiot I was.  Another state had finally legalized gay marriage.  Not our state, of course.  But the announcement had obviously spurred the question, which had resulted in my unfortunate knee jerk response.  It wasn’t as if the idea of marrying him had never occurred to me.  It just hadn’t occurred to me at that one critical moment when it mattered most.  And now the man I loved more than anything in the world was hurt and angry and hiding in the other room, trying to distance himself from me.

I could just let it go.  I knew Jared.  He would give me a wide berth for the rest of the evening, only speaking if I spoke to him first, and not making eye contact.  When we went to bed, he would start out on his own side.  At some point in the night, he would move closer.  By morning he would be in my arms.  And we would pretend like nothing had happened.

But that wasn’t what I wanted.

I followed him into the dining room.  He hunched a little closer over the papers he was grading, not looking up at me.  I pulled a chair over and sat down facing him, so that his chair was between my knees.  I put my arms around him and buried my face in his mess of curls.  I loved him so much.  I loved the way his hair always smelled like the Colorado wind, and the stubborn way he would cock his head toward me when he was mad, so that I couldn’t quite get my lips onto his neck.  He was doing it now.

“Jared, I didn’t mean it that way.”

“It’s okay,” he said, even though it obviously wasn’t.  “If that’s how you feel—”

“It’s not.”

“—you don’t need to explain yourself.”

“I thought…”  What was I supposed to say?  “I thought you meant something else.”

If I had left him alone, he would have let it blow over.  But now that I was pushing him, he would push back.  He snorted and pulled away from me.  “I can see how a simple yes or no question might confuse you, Matt.”

And even though I felt like an ass, I knew I had to tell him the truth.  “I thought you meant to somebody else.”

He turned and looked at me with so much rage in his eyes that I backed up a little.  “Somebody else? What the hell would make you think—”

“I thought you meant to a girl!”

He froze, and I could see him processing that.  Jared had been aware of his homosexuality since high school.  I had only accepted my own attraction to him a year and a half earlier.  A year and a half wasn’t enough to completely erase thirty-three years of straight thinking.  He knew that.

He sighed, and some of the anger left his face.  He let me put my arms around him again.  This time, when I pulled him close and pushed my face into his hair, he angled his head away from me so I could get to his neck.

“You caught me off guard, Jared.  That’s all.”  He didn’t answer, but he finally relaxed against me.  “Please don’t be mad.  I didn’t mean it the way it sounded.  I promise.”

“It’s okay,” he said again, and this time I knew he meant it.  “It’s not like your answer had to be yes.  I just didn’t expect your ‘no’ to be quite so definitive.”

I pulled back so that I could look into his eyes.  “Is that what you want, Jared?  If so, just name a place.  Pick a place where it’s legal and I’ll book us on a flight right now.”

He blinked at me in surprise.  “Are you serious?”

“Absolutely.  We’ll go next weekend.  Or we can wait until summer and make a vacation out of it.  We can go alone, or we can take the whole family.  Whatever you want.”

He smiled at me then.  Jared smiled at just about everything.  It was one of the things that first attracted me to him.  “It doesn’t matter, Matt.  If we’re married or not, if the state recognizes it or not,” he shrugged, “it means nothing.”  One of his hands went to the back of my neck, and he put his forehead against mine.  “None of it changes the way I feel.”

I knew what he meant.  And yet, I also knew I wanted to do something for him, to prove how much he meant to me.

“Come to bed with me?” I asked him, and he smiled again.

“I have to finish grading these.  You go ahead.  I’ll be right behind you.”

“That’s not what I want tonight,” I said jokingly, and he laughed.

I was sound asleep when he finally joined me.  I woke up to him cuddling up to my back.  I leaned back against him, and he wrapped his arms around me.  “This reminds me of the first night I spent in this bed with you,” I said sleepily.

He was silent for a second or two, and then said lightly, “That was the second night.  The first night you spent in my bed, I was doped to the gills on vicodin, and you were fully clothed.”

He was right.  How had I forgotten that night?  Jared had been in a bike wreck.  Or, to be clear, he had been riding his bike home when he was hit by a car.  I remembered how it felt, seeing him with road rash all over one side of his body, half of his face a mess of bruises, and a gash on his temple that could have been so much worse.  He had been lucky.  “You could have died,” I whispered, and his arms tightened around me.

Looking back, I could almost pinpoint that night as the turning point for me.  That was the night I started to realize how much he meant to me.  The doctor had told me to keep an eye on him overnight, and to call right away if he started experiencing dizziness or nausea.  I had slept in his bed with him, and it had been all I could do not to wrap my arms around him and hold him close.  It hadn’t been a sexual urge, by any means.  I just wanted to know that he was there, and that he was really okay.  I wanted to reassure myself that he was alive and safe.  I wanted to feel him breathing.  Instead I had wrapped my hand around his wrist, so that I could feel his pulse against my fingertips.  I slept like that the whole night.

I was brought back to the present by Jared’s hand sliding down my stomach.

“Matt?”  It was only my name, almost a whisper, but that one word spoke volumes to me.  I knew what he was trying to say.  I heard in his voice an echo of the same tenderness I was feeling for him at that moment.  I turned toward him and pulled him into my arms, and he relaxed against me with a quiet sigh that was part contentment, part arousal.

Sex with women had always been about softness – soft skin and soft hair and soft curves.  There was nothing soft about Jared.  He was all elbows and collarbones and hipbones.  His arms were hard and strong, and his legs even stronger.  His hair was thick and coarse, and seemed to tangle around my fingers of its own accord.  Even his skin wasn’t quite soft, except in that spot just below his ear.  And if I seemed overly fascinated with that part of his body, it wasn’t because of that softness.  It was because when I kissed him there, I could smell him, and I could hear the low, urgent sounds he made as our bodies moved together.  Even now, after all this time, after so many nights spent together in this bed, I was still amazed at how that lack of softness turned me on so much.

I put one hand into his thick curls and angled his head so I could kiss the pale column of his throat.  “Say it for me, Jared,” I whispered into his ear.

His arms went around me, and for once he didn’t tease me.  He didn’t play the game.  He said immediately, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” I whispered as I wrapped my hand around both of our shafts at once and slowly started to stroke us together.  “You have no idea how much.”

There were no more words after that.  Just warm lips and his quiet moans, his pale skin against mine, legs tangled together, and slow burning passion that rocked me to my core.   There was no way in the world I was ever letting him go.  I knew that.  I had always known it.  But I wanted him to know it too.

He didn’t say anything after that night, and it seemed like he had forgotten the entire incident.  Maybe he had, but I hadn’t.  I couldn’t shake the feeling that I had failed him somehow, and I had no idea how to make it right.

The following weekend, Jared’s mom Susan asked me to take her and my mother to Boulder for the day.  Brian, Lizzy, and Zach all had birthdays coming up, and they wanted to go shopping.  We parted ways in the mall, and I resigned myself to several hours of boredom.  I was looking for a book store when I saw it: the jewelry store.  And inside, several different couples, shopping for rings.

The figurative light bulb in my head went on.  I knew immediately that was what I was looking for—a symbol.  Something that would show him how I felt.  I felt a little stupid for not having thought of it sooner.

I hoped I could shop without being bothered, but as soon as I started looking at the rings, one of the sales ladies came up to me.   She was about my age.  Pretty, but wearing way too much perfume.

“Can I take anything out of the case for you?”

I pointed out a couple of the rings, and she took them out for me to look at.  I didn’t want it to be fancy, and it definitely couldn’t be too delicate. Anything too soft wouldn’t survive all the mountain biking he did.  “I need it to be tough,” I told her.

“In that case, I would suggest platinum or titanium.  They’ll hold their shape better than plain silver.”

I was able to rule out platinum immediately based on price alone.  I chose titanium bands that were wide and unadorned.  “Can you engrave these?” I asked her.

She cocked her head at me, like she was confused, but said, “Of course.”

“Perfect.”

That same confused head-cock.  “Are you looking for an engagement band in titanium also?  Or do you want to consider white gold?”  She pointed at the next case over, which was full of women’s wedding rings.

I felt myself blush, and my pulse sped up a little.  I hated myself for still being embarrassed by it, but I wasn’t backing out now.  “No,” I made myself say.  “I need two, just like this.”

She wasn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer.  It actually took her a few seconds to process that.  Then I saw comprehension in her eyes and she smiled.  It seemed genuine, too.  “Of course.”

She pulled out a bunch of little plastic rings and had me try them on until she found my size, then asked, “And what about the other ring?”

I had no idea what to say.  Jared’s hands were not as big as mine, but definitely larger than hers.  She saw my dilemma and said quietly, “Look at the others in the store.”

I looked around at the other men.  Specifically, I looked at their hands.  It was one of the other employees whose hands were closest to Jared’s.  I pointed to him, and she winked at me and whispered conspiratorially, “Don’t worry.  I’ll take care of it.”

I had to make an excuse to go back to Boulder a few days later to pick the rings up.  She gave them to me in little grey boxes—the kind with the hinged lid that you always see in the movies, when the guy gets down on his knee and opens the box while popping the question to his lady.  I didn’t know why, but the boxes bothered me.  I took the rings out and put them in my pocket, then dropped the boxes in the trash on the way to my car.

When I got home, I had a whole new dilemma—where to hide them.  Not that I expected Jared to be snooping around for anything, but I was irrationally worried that he would find them.  I finally tucked them inside a roll of socks and stuffed them in the back of my drawer.  Then I had to figure out when to give them to him.  We were past Valentine’s Day.  His birthday was still months away.  We hadn’t ever celebrated any kind of anniversary.  If we had one at all, it would have been in November.  Unless…

I had to check the title on my Jeep.  I had bought it from Lizzy the day after meeting Jared for the first time.  We had immediately become friends.  Of course, it had taken months for it to develop into anything more than that, and another six weeks for me to accept what those feelings meant.  Nonetheless, the anniversary of the day we met seemed like as good a day as any.

Except that day turned out to be Zach’s birthday.

Whether they liked it or not, Zach and Angelo had officially been adopted as part of our family.  Lizzy invited everybody to her house for dinner to celebrate.  After nearly nine months in Coda, Angelo had finally learned to relax a little around Lizzy, Susan, and my mother.  I even caught him smiling at my mom once.  Everyone was having a great time.

Everyone except me.

I wasn’t faking it well, either.  Jared was watching me out of the corner of his eye, and Angelo looked suspicious.  I couldn’t stop being nervous.  I had the rings in my pocket.  I had no idea what I was waiting for—a perfect moment, or a sign from heaven.

I was in the kitchen trying to decide how to proceed when Angelo came in.  He leaned against the counter next to me and elbowed me in the ribs.  “What the hell’s your problem?” he asked in a tone that would have set anybody who didn’t know him on the defensive.

I did know him, better than Zach even, in some ways.  Normally I wouldn’t have fallen for it.  But tonight I did.  “Nothing!” I snapped.

His eyes got a little bigger, but he just grinned at me.  “Okay, man.  Don’t freak out.”

Angelo was the person I cared about most in the world, second only to Jared.  He knew that.  He just stood there next to me, waiting me out.  I finally reached into my pocket and pulled out the rings.  I opened my hand so he could see them.

He looked at them for just a second, then grinned up at me.  “Gee, Matt.  Didn’t know you felt that way ‘bout me.”

I started to laugh, but right then Zach and Jared walked into the kitchen.  I cut my laugh short and quickly stuck the rings back in my pocket.  I could feel myself blushing.  I knew I looked guilty, and Jared was looking at me suspiciously.

Angelo grabbed Zach’s arm and steered him back toward the door.  “Wait,” Zach started to say, “I came to get—.”

“Later,” I heard Ang say to him as the door swung shut behind them, and Jared and I were left alone in the kitchen.  He turned to face me, standing in front of me, only a foot away, but not touching me.

“What were you and Angelo talking about?”

“Nothing,” I said, trying to sound casual.

He looked at the floor for a minute while he decided what to say, but finally looked up at me again.  “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“Nothing’s wrong.”

He was smiling at me, but it was a strained smile.  “You’ve been acting funny the last couple of weeks, and it’s worse tonight.”  He stepped closer, but he still didn’t touch me.  I looked into his eyes, and I hated what I saw there.  Because I saw fear, and a hint of panic.  His voice shook a little, but he said, “Are you unhappy?”

“No!”  And this was exactly why I wanted to do this.  I didn’t want him to worry that I would leave.  I wanted him to know how much I loved him.  “No,” I said again, and pulled him close to me.  I grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled his head back so that he was looking up into my eyes.  “I’ve never been happier.”

He relaxed a little, and his smile finally made it all the way to his blue eyes.  “Then what is it?”

This was it.  I wished it was a better moment.  I wished I had thought it through more.  I wished we weren’t in Lizzy’s kitchen, with a sink full of dirty dishes behind me.  Still, I felt like it was now or never.

“Do you realize we met exactly two years ago today?” I asked him.

He looked at me in surprise.  “I knew it was this month.”  Of course he was smiling.  “I can’t believe you remembered the day.”

“Impressive, isn’t it?”

“It is, actually.”

I leaned down and kissed neck, then confessed.  “I cheated.  It was on the title to the Jeep.”

He laughed.  “I’m still impressed.  I wouldn’t have thought of that.”

I reached into my pocket and took out the rings.  I took his hand, and placed both rings in it, but closed his fingers over them before he could see what I had given him.  I held his hand closed.  He was looking at me in amusement, his head cocked a little to the side, smiling like always.

“I thought about what you said Jared, and you’re right.  Whether we do it or not, it doesn’t change the way I feel.  But,” I had to stop and take a deep breath, “I wanted you to have something.  I wanted to prove it to you.”

He still looked a little amused, but also curious.  I finally let go of his hand and let him open his fingers and look down at what I had given him.  He stood there for the longest time, looking at those two rings lying one inside the other in the palm of his hand.  He didn’t move.  He didn’t speak.

“Yours is engraved,” I managed to say, although it was hard to make my voice work.

He took the smaller of the two rings and peered at the inside.  It said, “Yours forever.  I promise.”  He took a deep breath, and I could tell he was shaking as much as I was.  I couldn’t see his face, and he wasn’t saying anything in response.  My heart was pounding, and I was starting to worry.  “Jesus Jared,” I said, my voice trembling, “say something.”

Finally he looked up at me, and the smile on his face was beautiful.  There were tears in his eyes.  That was why it had taken him so long to look at me—he hadn’t wanted me to see that.  “Thank you.”

I pulled him against me and buried my face in his thick curls.  “If you ever want to make it official,” I told him quietly, “just say the word.”

He shook his head.  “This is enough.”

“Are you sure?” I asked him.

“I promise.”

Angel: Author extra

February 24, 2010

Hi, I’m JL Merrow, and I’m just popping in to post a little “extra” relating to my Nap-Size Dream, Angel, which was released today.

Angel is the story of a committed Christian, Don, who falls for a tortured demon, Michael, he knew briefly as a child—and was parted from in horrifying circumstances.

I’ll let Michael introduce himself, and the story, to you.  (This “extra” doesn’t appear in the ebook.)

……..

I was ten years old when I found out I was a demon.

Of course, I’d known there was something different about me and my Mom for years, even then. The way we didn’t hang around in any one place for more than a year at most. The way I wasn’t allowed to be friends with anyone whose family were practicing Christians. Or Jews. Or Muslims or anything else for that matter, even up to the kid whose mom floated around in black lace dresses and called herself a Wiccan. I guess she just wasn’t doing it right.

Anyhow, when you’re a little kid you accept these things, but sooner or later you start to wonder why you have to follow all these rules that no one else does. Why you’re the only kid who’s never been to a wedding or a funeral, never gone to Mass or a bar mitzvah. It was around that time I started noticing that my Mom wasn’t like other moms. I didn’t know what the hell to call it in those days, I guess because the words “batshit insane” don’t figure in a lot of reading primers.

Anyhow, I’d kinda worked out that Mom was weird. It hadn’t occurred to me to think that maybe I was weird—that maybe Mom was weird because of me.

Until the day Donnie Gallagher took me to his church after school.

That was when I got these scars.

……..

I hope you enjoyed that! You can find an excerpt from the story on the main Dreamspinner site by following the link. :D

First Kiss by Ariel Tachna

February 9, 2010

First kiss

Robin took another sip of his hot chocolate, curling his fingers around the paper mug in the hope of keeping his hands from freezing. He’d thought his gloves were in his pockets, but apparently not. The wind roared down the street, the tall buildings creating a tunnel of vicious proportions and even the three-sided enclosure at the bus stop provided little protection. Shifting back and forth to keep his blood circulating, he wondered how long it would be before the bus arrived.

“Morning.”

Robin looked up and smiled at the only thing besides his drink that had any chance of warming him up on such a frigid day. He’d run into Darren one morning at this bus stop and had started walking the extra block ever since. The man was tall, broad-shouldered, dark-haired. Everything Robin wasn’t. He’d come to terms with being a short, skinny, redheaded twink in college, but that didn’t keep him from occasionally wishing he had the looks to attract a man like Darren. The other man was generous with his smiles, though, and his conversation, and that kept Robin coming back every morning at the same time. Continue reading “First Kiss by Ariel Tachna” »