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@MeganSlayer ‘s Shifter’s Challenge ~ A #Paranormal #Christmas #ShortStory with #Excerpt

Shifter’s Challenge (Peppermint Twist) by Megan Slayer 

Changeling Press

Contemporary, Paranormal, Holiday

Short Story

M/M, Anal Sex

Time to see what magic Christmas has in store for Steve, a black cat shifter, and Landon the Elf…

Steve Moore, a black cat shifter, breaks into the North Pole Christmas party in his cat form. Easy enough. No one imagines a black cat would be out of place in a warm building in the middle of the winter. But Steve’s not there to sample the cupcakes or eggnog. No, he’s there to find the one Elf who makes his heart race — Landon. Is Landon still interested in the shifter? They only spent one night together. Things could fall apart once they find each other again, but Steve’s betting the Elf is craving him, too.

Time to see what magic Christmas has in store.

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©Megan Slayer, 2014, All Rights Reserved

“I’m going to find that elf.” Steve Moore stood outside the main ballroom and peered in the window. He’d found his way to the North Pole with a little luck and good directions… and the help of an elf. He owed his friend, Luciano, big time. What was a cat shifter to do? He needed to find the elf who made his heart beat. Landon. Just thinking about the elf sent shivers down Steve’s spine and warmth through his veins.

He could think about his one-night stand all he wanted, but first he needed to get into the ballroom. No point in pining over a guy when Steve was outside freezing. But a human couldn’t just stroll into the building. He’d stick out amongst the shorter individuals.

Voices from where he couldn’t see grabbed his attention. Steve ducked into the snow-covered bushes on either side of the door. He couldn’t be seen. Not yet. The cat within him meowed. He needed to shift and allow the animal free rein. That was how he’d get into the ballroom.

He closed his eyes and gave in to the cat within him. His bones snapped, and fur sprouted on his arms and legs. His clothes slipped from his body and landed in a heap beneath him. His ears elongated, and his fangs jabbed within his mouth. When he opened his eyes, he shook the snow off his small body and then licked his paw. Time to sneak into the elves’ ball.

Steve crept to the edge of the bushes and watched for the owners of the voices he’d heard. Two female elves strolled up to the building. Steve hurried behind them and sneaked through the door before anyone noticed.

The moment he entered the ballroom, he paused. He’d never seen so much red and green in his life. Icicles dangled from the ceiling and lights glittered all over the place. The room reminded him of the brightest Christmas display in every shopping center all rolled into one. The scent of peppermint wafted through the space. Elves in red suits trimmed with white fur mingled in bunches. Mistletoe decorated the archways, and thick ropes of evergreen garland swooped from corner to corner of the room. A massive Christmas tree stood in the farthest corner, and presents of every shape and size had been piled beneath and around it.

Steve sat beneath a table overflowing with cookies and eggnog. He needed to find his elf. He’d been told all the elves looked alike. Not true. The more he glanced over the crowd, the more he realized they were different just like everyone else. A couple of the elves had dark hair like Landon’s, but none were him. He groaned. If he were going to find Landon, he needed to get a better vantage point.

The cat needed to climb. He stretched and dug his claws into the carpet. He knew exactly where he needed to go in order to see the rest of the room — the Christmas tree. He meandered around the perimeter of the large space to the evergreen tree. Presents had been piled up at the bottom of the tree, giving him great camouflage. He ascended the branches until he found one with a decent vantage point. Steve perched on the limb and surveyed the crowd.

So many elves and so many happy faces. He’d never find Landon in the myriad of red and white. His heart sank. He’d been a fool to hunt for the elf. They’d spent one night together. Landon probably didn’t even remember him.

Three elves wandered past the tree, and the sound of one of the male elves’ voices caught his attention. Steve perked his ears and zeroed in on the dark-haired elf.


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@MeganSlayer ‘s Harvest Moon ~ #Thanksgiving #MM #ShortStory

Harvest Moon by Megan Slayer Harvest Moon

Moon Series, book 2

Also part of the Bleh! Turkey! Series

MLR Press

Contemporary, Paranormal, Holiday

Short Story

M/M, Anal Sex

What’s a guy to do when the time to be with family is the time he dreads the most?

All Matt Green wants for Thanksgiving is to propose to his boyfriend in the most epic way he knows-in front of their families. There’s only one catch. His boyfriend, Reed Jordan, doesn’t do family gatherings. To be honest, Reed isn’t wild about Thanksgiving, but he won’t say why.

Matt’s willing to do anything in order to get Reed to talk, but will it make the holiday perfect or or ruin all of Matt’s plans? The Harvest Moon just might be the right omen to make everything all right.

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©Megan Slayer, 2014, All Rights Reserved


Reed stood at the counter. He’d told his boyfriend he’d be home at three. The way things were looking, he’d be more than an hour late. Damn it.

Beside him, his co-worker, Jagger, rang up a female customer with a little girl. The woman had bought a couple of Thanksgiving books. The brightly colored turkey and leaves on the top book caught Reed’s attention.

Thanksgiving. He didn’t mind giving thanks for the good things in his life. He also didn’t mind the food. What he hated were the gatherings. He wished the need to bring family to one house was not the rule. Maybe he was losing his mind, but he hated the togetherness. He’d been able to dodge the holiday for the last ten years, but since he’d met Matt, he knew he wasn’t going to get around the festivities for much longer. Matt liked family functions and preferred big parties. Reed wasn’t even sure a big family party was possible.

He finished typing out a reply email to the customer in search of an out-of-print book. Thankfully, the store had the book. He sent the customer the expected price and shipping options. He glanced at his watch once more. Less than two days until Thanksgiving. The store would be open on Wednesday, but he wasn’t working. If the customer needed the book, he could wait until Friday.

The last time he and Matt had talked about the holiday, Matt’s sister, Emily and her boyfriend were supposed to be spending the day with them. He could handle that. He liked Matt’s sister and loved her son, Nattie. Still, he wanted a small dinner, not a gigantic situation. He sighed. At least with Em and Matt, he wasn’t going to have to deal with accusations.

“I’m off until Friday morning,” Reed said to Jagger. “If there is a crisis, call me, but try not to have a crisis.”

“That’s the plan.” Jagger grinned. “You can trust us. We won’t let you down. Now go, so Matt doesn’t think you got lost.”


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Now Available: A CLASS ACT by Leigh Ellwood (M/M)

A-Class-Act-200x300So here I am, minding my own business and preparing another post for this release party, when I get word my latest Decadent Publishing story is out a day early! Wait, what? I have to promo that also? ACK!

Seriously, I’m thrilled. I had so much fun writing A CLASS ACT and I hope if you love M/M you’ll pick it up. Enjoy this preview.

Gay Erotic Romance
Class in Session, Book 2 (May be read standalone)

All Romance ~ Kindle ~ Kobo ~ NOOK ~ Decadent Publishing

Released November 7, 2014

Barry Kellam receives a mysterious invitation from 1Night Stand and can’t imagine who would arrange a night of sexual passion with him…except perhaps a former student who’s gone on to greater things.

Paul Merrill is the toast of Broadway. While the awards and fame are nice, he wants to  share his success—and his body—with the man who inspired him. But Dr. Kellam isn’t  one to date fellow faculty or alumni. Will he answer Madame Eve’s call?


The fleeting idea that Paul Merrill was somewhere else in Manhattan right now set a chill in his heart. Maybe some billionaire in disguise arranged this, like a super-rich parent he met at an open house who misinterpreted a handshake as a come-on. He shook away the ridiculous notion as the elevator floor vibrated. The ideas ballooned like fantastic movie plots, not unlike the one that would make Paul a household name.

At Room 2401, his hand trembled and it took three tries to get the green light. “Room” hardly described his quarters for the night. 1Night Stand appropriated them with a lavish suite with wide panel windows revealing Times Square in its explosive, mega-watt glory. The waving red lines of the story-high Coca-Cola ad mesmerized him, but only momentarily as he fought to keep his bearings. If his date was here, he was probably in another part of the suite.

The bedroom, no doubt. He swallowed back his nerves, inhaled, and stepped deeper into the living area. Large, suede sofas faced a wall-sized entertainment system. The wet bar looked better stocked than an actual restaurant. Barry’s mouth watered for a shot of vodka.

“Dr. Kellam!”

Barry’s heart jolted and his direction whipped to the left toward the approaching figure. “Paul, thank God it’s you.”

Redeeming Raygan by @MeganSlayer ~ #Contemporary #ZeroOhio #novella (With #EXCERPT !)

Redeeming Raygan by Megan Slayer  MS_Redeeming Raygan_MD

Zero, Ohio ~ book 5

MM, Contemporary Romance

From Decadent Publishing


Two rough endings can equal one hot beginning.

Raygan Mason is done with love. After plenty of failed relationships, he wants nothing of the emotion. He’s broken inside and believes he’s not worthy of redemption…until he meets a man named after a car. Then his structured, but closed off world gets turned upside down.

Jamie “Jeep” Grusin isn’t big on love, either. Fresh out of a marriage filled with cheating and lies, he’s not looking for another partner. The writer wants a fresh start and is told Zero will cure what ails him. He’s not convinced…until he ends up at Eight Ball bar.

Can two men who think they are totally wrong for each other find out that redemption and a new start is so right?


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He drove nearly the length of the main street before he spotted the bar. The gigantic eight ball wasn’t lit, but there were lights on within the building.

“This must be the place. Jeep pulled into the parking lot, then stopped. He grabbed his wallet, phone and notebook. He refused to be anywhere without a paper and pen.

The bell dinged as he headed into the bar. Two men stood behind the counter.

“Sorry, buddy,” the black-haired man said. “We’re closed.”

The taller man shrugged. “Bobby, lock the main door. We can go out the back when we’re done. One patron won’t hurt anything, but I don’t want a group coming in.” The man turned his attention to Jeep. “What’ll you have?”

“Uh—” He’d always known what to say in every situation, but not now. Looking at the brown-haired man twisted Jeep’s tongue. He shook his head to clear his thoughts. “Which one of you has a place for me to stay?” Holy shit. What an unintentional come-on!

Both men froze. Jeep knew exactly what he’d said and wished he could’ve taken it back. He scratched his forehead. Shit. He needed to unlearn that bad habit. Still, the nervous gesture gave him time to think.

“I meant, I’m new in town and need a place to rent for the next few nights. My publisher, Nelson Vickers, told me someone here has a place for me to stay. I need it while I’m writing.”

“You must be looking for Sam,” the black-haired man said. “He’s got half a duplex.”

“Yeah.” Jeep nodded. “Him. Which one of you are him?” Hopefully the taller guy was the man he needed to see. He wouldn’t mind spending some quiet time with the handsome man.

“Neither. This is Bobby and my name is Raygan. Sam, the one you’re looking for, works at the community center. It’s closed now, but I’d be willing to bet he’ll help you in the morning.” Raygan placed a coaster on the bar top. “Want a beer?”

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Tied Desire by @MeganSlayer ~ A #LGBT #BDSM Club Desire #Novella (With #Excerpt !)

Tied Desire by Megan Slayer Tied Desire

Club Desire Book 1

M/M, Anal Sex, Toys, Spanking, BDSM


Resplendence Publishing


Get your rocks off however you want at Club Desire. We’re not easy and we’re not free, but we are discreet. Find your fantasy in the club.

Ford Gehrig likes everything hard—his racing and his sex life. His career driving stock trucks is riding high. He’s a top performing rookie. Club Desire fulfills his needs for pain in his pleasure. But even a strong man has his breaking point. His wounds run deep and won’t be easy to overcome. Will the club be his salvation or his downfall?

Master Zane knows the rough side of the club well. He’s been at Desire longer than many of the Doms. Few subs turn his head like Ford. He wants the hot blond on his table, against his cross and in his bed. Nothing at the club comes easily, but Zane’s not one to give up. Will he be able to pierce the protective walls around Ford’s heart, or will his own past be the barrier he can’t destroy?

Only time, some cuffs and a few spankings will tell if this tied desire is meant to last.

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“Stand. I want you to sit on the couch with me.” Zane offered his hand.

Albeit tentatively, Ford cooperated. He rose and followed the Master to the oversized leather sofa. For the first time since he’d entered Zane’s private space, he glanced around. Instead of the stark look of T’s room, this one was decorated in rich burgundys and navys. A couple floor lamps provided light. The standard bondage bed and a mattress on a platform completed the otherwise lush look.

“We need to talk. Please sit.” Zane’s words forced Ford to look at him. “Were you happy with T?”

Ford eased down beside Zane, not touching the larger man. Should he answer honestly? Might as well. “I enjoyed our time together.”

But I’d rather he’d have been you. Oh shit. He couldn’t admit that.

Ford allowed himself to ogle Zane. Full muscle in every part of his body, his arms were both sleeved in tattoos and a thick leather X crisscrossed his sculpted chest. A barbell decorated his right nipple. His leather pants molded around his strong legs.

For the first time since Ford had come to Desire, he looked Zane in the face. Scruff darkened his thin cheeks and dark lashes ringed his eyes. His black hair stood in spikes and twin earrings dangled from his left ear. He didn’t have telltale smile lines around his mouth. Didn’t the man grin at anything? Ford doubted Zane could be sad with all of the sexy men and women at his disposal.

Zane’s brown eyes narrowed, and the crinkles formed at his brow. “Somehow, I don’t believe you enjoyed being with T.”  He trailed his fingers down Ford’s cheek. “He claims you get off on name calling and degradation. I don’t buy that. I can see you getting off on the power shift, but not the other. You seem too timid—in a good way—for that harsh of treatment.”

Ford pressed his lips together to keep from gawking. In less than a minute, Zane had read him well. “You’re correct, Sir.”

“I want to start there. I’ve watched you in action. I know what you like and don’t like, but I want to hear you tell me your boundaries.”

“No needles or blood. I’m squeamish. Don’t choke me or abuse me. I can take pain, and I’ll use my safe word when I get to my limits.” Ford held his head high. “I enjoy the paddle, being restrained and sucking cock.”

“Very good.” Zane curled his fingers beneath Ford’s chin. “What’s your safe word?”

“Biscuit, Sir.”

“Nice.” Zane nodded. “Since T has seen fit to toss you back into the submissive pool, I’m stepping in. You’re mine. Do you wish to play?”

All of Ford’s desires and fantasies were coming true. Sure, he hadn’t wanted to part with T, but if he could spend time with Zane, then perfect. Ford wished he’d worn appropriate clothing for a scene, but who cared. He didn’t. Time to channel his sorrow into something sexy.

Ford placed the still full beer bottle on the floor, folded his hands and bowed his head. “Yes, Sir. I’d like to play.”

©Megan Slayer 2014

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Soul Debt by @MeganSlayer ~ A White Hot #devilish #paranormal short story (With #Excerpt !)

Soul Debt: Paid in Full by Megan Slayer MS_SoulDebt_PaidinFull_large (1)

Number in Series: 1

BIN: 06226-02000

Word Count: 12K

Page Count: 40

Price: $3.99

Genres: Erotic Romance, Novella, Dark Fantasy, Paranormal

Themes: Gay, Dark Desire


Ever danced with the Devil? I have.

You know how people make deals with God? I made one with the Devil. For what, you ask? A boyfriend. Little did I know, the Devil would not only take me up on the deal, but make it worth both our whiles — just not in the way I’d imagined. Turns out, nothing in my world is what it seemed.


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I didn’t have to wonder long. When I woke up, my back ached. I rolled my shoulders and climbed out of bed. Slamming my body into the wall the night before might have had something to do with the overall crappiness I felt and the dull thud in my back. Or maybe it was the reminder that I’d done something so stupid even I didn’t believe I’d done it.

I raked my fingers through my hair, then stopped short. When I touched my scalp, I had a bump. Had I hit my head during the hallway interlude and forgotten? I didn’t think so. The spot didn’t hurt like a goose egg to the noggin might, but I had to be sure. I ran into the bathroom. Adam and Alex had left the room in disarray, so before I could look at my reflection, I had to pick up the damp towels and my wrinkled clothes. Normally I’m a neat freak. A place for everything and everything in its place. Except after last night, nothing seemed in order. I tossed the clothes into the hamper and hung the towels over the railing then checked my head in the mirror. I needed to shave. I don’t mind a little scruff, but too much and I look like I stepped out of an old western movie.

I crinkled my nose and looked at the bump. I expected just a lump under my skin. When I pulled my hair aside, my jaw slackened and I teetered on my feet. My skin was black. Not like a bruise dark, but black. Whatever I’d done, I’d given myself one hell of a wallop. I was smoothing my hair back into place when I noticed the other lump. A twin of the first one. I tipped my head. Two black bumps on my head.

Oh, shit.

No wonder the Devil had said love wouldn’t come the way I wanted. I looked like him! I had devil horns. Okay, so they were small, but they’d get bigger, right? Fuck. I touched the bumps once again. They didn’t seem to hurt, and my hair covered them enough if I raked it forward. I fiddled with my hair. I looked ridiculous, but maybe that would be enough to keep the rest of the world from seeing my twin issues.

Behind me my alarm beeped. Double shit. My shift at the bookstore started at ten. We could wear hats while working, so I grabbed a ball cap. I wouldn’t look like myself, but I didn’t care. No one needed to see the dreaded horns.

I finished getting dressed and sprinted down the block to the bookstore. I loved living a city block from work. Hell, everything I wanted to do was within walking distance. Great for the physique, but shitty for the wallet. I ducked in the back door and swiped my ID card through the reader.


One of the problems I’d hoped not to run into. “Heya, Caroline.” I liked her, but she liked me a little more than she should’ve. I’m gay, and she’s not going to change that fact, but I’m sure she wants to.

“Nice hat.” She toyed with the bill. “Didn’t know you followed football.”

“I watch some.” I’d bought the hat for a costume to impress a hot guy at a Halloween party, and the whole thing had backfired. I spent the night talking about how much I loved the San Francisco Giants. That would’ve been fine, except my hat was for the New York Giants. Yeah, not so good.

“Antonio’s filling in for Gina. Something about an interview for the doctorate program.” Caroline shrugged. “Like she’s doctoral material.”

“I don’t know,” I said and grabbed a box of books to shelve. “She knows art history better than anyone. If she’s happy, let her be.”

“You would take her side.” Caroline flounced away from me, her too-tight skirt bunching around her ample hips. If I were straight, I might have gone for her, but I’m not.

I checked the spines of the books. Romance. Great. I didn’t mind reading romance, but when the man of your dreams doesn’t know you exist, well, romance is a non-entity. I peeked over the shelves and sighed. Antonio. The man oozes sex. Nice muscles, black hair dusting his collar, always wearing button-down shirts and those tailored trousers. It’s like he works for a clothing store, but hangs out at the bookstore. I’d love to be half as classy as he looks. Even his old-school glasses, thick black frames with the little silver decoration on the hinge, look sexy on him.

“You’re staring again,” Caroline whispered.

Of all the people I worked with, Antonio was the one I wanted to get with. Yes, the guy was hot, but he didn’t act like he knew it. Maybe that’s what drew me to him — his confidence. He glanced over his shoulder and caught me staring. Instead of looking away or frowning, he grinned.

My heart melted. I’d been fucked by a dirty demon the night before, but seeing Antonio smile made me feel better.

I went back to shelving books and focused on the job. I couldn’t gawk at Antonio all day. The hours flew by. I broke down the cardboard box and heaved it into the recycle bin.

“Hi, Nicky.”

I didn’t have to turn around to know who spoke. “Antonio.”

copyright Megan Slayer 2013


Until the Night by @WendiZwaduk ~ A Hot #Vampire #MMFM #Novella (With #Excerpt !)

Until the Night  by Wendi Zwaduk  untilthenight_800

Contemporary, Paranormal


M/F, M/F/M, M/M/F/M, M/M, Menage, Anal Sex

Totally Bound


Having a mate can be a pain. Having three…now that’s unheard of…

Gypsy volunteered to become a vampire, but she had no idea just what she’d agreed to do. As a human, she’d had her pick of willing males to warm her bed. As a creature of the night, she’s striking out.

Until she meets Kendall. He knows what she is and doesn’t care. He’s loved her since he met her, but he had no idea just how complicated her life truly was. Her protectors refuse to leave her side. But what if he wants them on his side, too?

Allan and Todd are mates, plain and simple. Gypsy is in their charge. Period. Until they start to see her not as a problem, but a sexy solution complete with an adorable human thrown in for fun.

Can they come together as a foursome or will they destroy everything they’ve built in the name of passion?

Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of mm sex, anal play, ménages of the mmf, mfm, and mmfm persuasions, as well as lots of biting and spanking. They’re having one hell of a party.


Available at

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And now for that spooky Snog!!


Kendall cupped her jaw in both hands. Hunger shone amongst the green and blue flecks in his eyes. He worked the muscle in his jaw and the light caught the subtle colour changes of brown and gold in the scruff on his cheeks. She gulped to catch the breath she didn’t need. No heartbeat anymore meant that oxygen didn’t help her body like it had when she’d been alive.

God, she wanted to be amongst the living and for things to be normal again.

“Would you rather I be blunt?” He kissed the tip of her nose. “I want you. I don’t care if you’re a vampire or if you have those two guys who hang out over here. You infiltrate my thoughts and make me think about you when you’re not in the same room.”

“Me?” Embarrassment gripped her. Back when she’d been alive, she wouldn’t have doubted a man’s attraction to her. She’d have known it and have run with the feeling of being desired. Since dying, she’d lost her confidence. Men looked at her, sure, but not in the same way.

“Yes, you.” His pupils dilated and Kendall rested his forehead on hers. “I don’t see a vampire. I see a sexy woman that I want to make my own.”

Gypsy closed her eyes and melted into his touch as his mouth met hers. He swept his tongue over the seam of her lips and she opened to him. She suckled on him. Heat burned through her veins and she ground her hips against his thigh.

He curled one arm around her shoulders while the other arm snaked around her waist. Kendall lifted her from the floor. She wrapped her legs around his waist, not bothering to break the kiss.

Mint, he tasted like mint. She broke the connection to keep from scratching him with her teeth. Hunger pangs racked her body. Just one tiny cut, just enough to sate her appetite…

Kendall carried her into her bedroom and collapsed onto the bed with her on top. Gypsy closed her mouth to keep from displaying her fangs. She whimpered.

“You need to bite me, don’t you?”

She shook her head. Taking his blood would enhance sex, yes, but she didn’t need to. She raked her nails down his chest, taking extra time to flick his nipples.

“Feels good.” He arched beneath her. “Touch me.”

Gypsy grabbed the hem of his T-shirt and pulled. Instead of moving the shirt up his chest, she tore it in half. The sound of tearing fabric split the air, followed by his laughter.

“Never had that happen during foreplay.” Kendall sat up with her still on his lap, and removed the torn clothing. “Your turn.” He eased her sloppy shirt up over her head.

Gypsy covered her breasts with her arms. A wave of humility swept over her. Would she make him happy? What a time to second guess herself…

“Show me, babe.” Kendall tugged her hands away, putting her on display. He palmed her breasts. The warmth of his touch filled her soul.

She moaned and leaned into him. Things made so much sense and none at all. Gypsy shook off the apprehension. She needed to feel, to be wanted and to hear a heartbeat.

Her nerve endings sizzled as he flattened his tongue over her nipple. He scraped his teeth over the engorged flesh and bit. Sparks shot from her breast to her pussy. Gypsy dug her nails into his shoulders. Holy hell, he knew how to use his tongue. Kendall gave her other nipple the same treatment. She shuddered in his arms.

The sweet scent of flowers swirled around them. Her fangs dropped and a voice whispered in her ear.


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Wendi Zwaduk – White Hot Second Chance Romance

Excerpt: (PG-17) Mixed Tape: It’s Raining Men / DeRicci / MM contemp

Published By: MLR Press, LLC  (PG-17)
Published: Jun 17, 2013
ISBN # MLR1020130087

Word Count: 32,000

What Readers have been saying:

It’s Raining Men was such a great story! I loved how Dallas and Peter just sort of got each other. It was also super HOT!
~~Jackie M.

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Dallas, along with a few friends, is attending a singing contest to cheer on a friend who is a drag performer. Except he falls in utter lust with the hostess of the club, Peter, AKA Pepper Prince. Finagling a date, they spend hours talking into the night and Dallas gets a second date. Even though they’re hitting it off, Peter is skeptical of Dallas’ honesty and acceptance of Pepper’s inclusion in his private and professional life.

Can romance win the heart of a man who’s been hurt in the past for simply being the person he is? History says no, but Dallas isn’t like anyone Peter knows, and is determined to prove it.

Chapter  One

Dallas obediently followed Liam, Brady, Carson, and Javy into Paper Dolls, slapping over the door charge as one by one they slid from nighttime reality to surreal charade. Each received a small blue ticket when they entered, like a carnival ticket, and were told to hold onto it. Dallas slipped his into a pocket.

The nightclub was huge inside, with a wide open floor, a broad stage, center walk, and racks of lighting overhead. Dark fabric drenched the walls, like heavy velvet curtains. Tables and chairs spaced out the floor, with more room at the bars. There were small candle displays in the middle of each table. In anticipation of the coming competition, a small cup held half pencils beside it. It was all prepared for the evening. In the dimmer lights of the pre-show moments, there was an air of class to the club. There wasn’t anything seedy about Paper Dolls. Dallas was proud of Liam’s boyfriend for having made it this far in the singing competition—the final round. They all had high hopes for Chantilly, or when he was off stage, Chance.

The five chose a table close to the stage. At the rate the tables were being claimed and filled, it was clear Liam hadn’t been joking when he’d said they needed to get there early. It looked like most of North Carolina was there for tonight’s talent battle.

“Is this competition really that big?” Dallas asked loudly enough to be heard over the playing music and chatter.

“It’s fuckin’ huge,” Liam said, leaning close. “The winner of this gets to go to Las Vegas and compete with the big girls.”

“Wow.” That tidbit got Dallas to sit a little straighter in his seat. He was cut off from asking more by a waiter nearing their table.

“Evening, fellas. Anything from the bar?” A hot, young thing stood by their table, canting a hip to write on a pad perched on his tray. He offered a sexy smile to go with the rest of his drippin’-in-sex flirt. Considering all he wore were hot pants and short boots, he had a lot of flirt going on.

“Are you old enough to serve?” Brady asked, sweeping him over with a single, brazen visual examination.

“Twenty-one, and I’ve been carrying trays since I was fourteen,” he retorted. “I make better tips doing this than tossing tamales.”

Dallas snickered, leaning on his elbows to cross his arms on the table. He gave Brady the chill-out stare. “Ignore him. A pitcher to go around. I’ll cover the first one.”

Carson raised his hand. “Oh, we need a round of shooters. Sex With Me! Love those. To toast Chantilly!”

Their waiter perked up. “Oh! Are you hunks Chantilly’s cheering section? She warned us you would be here.” He gave them all a return smile, full of sass. “I’ll have to keep my eye on all of you! It’ll be my pleasure,” he purred with a wink. To Dallas, it looked like it was aimed directly at Brady.

When he was gone, Liam said, “He’s young, Brady. He’s not your type.” Brady snorted, trying to make it look like he wasn’t following that sashaying walk as their waiter covered tables.

“Does Chantilly have a chance?” Dallas asked Liam.

“You’ve heard him sing. He’s got a Celine Dion voice.”

“It takes guts to do drag or impersonate,” Carson added. Javy slung an arm around Carson’s shoulders in agreement, tugging him close. Carson molded into Javy’s side without argument. “I couldn’t do it.”

“They’re not all impersonators,” Liam pointed out. “Chance won’t tell, but he said there’s a couple who do the regular nights who are transitioning. But yeah, I guess you do have to want to entertain on some level.”

Just then, their waiter returned, sliding the pitcher, shot glasses filled with Carson’s go-to, and a mug for each onto the table.

“What’s your name?” Brady barked a little sharply.

With the tray pinned to his hip, he met Brady’s bold gaze straight on. “Miguel. What are you, a cop?”

“Yes,” he crooned with a devilish growl.

“Prove it,” Miguel challenged.

Brady lifted enough to withdraw his wallet and aired his badge. Miguel leaned close, giving it scant attention to dismiss it with a shrug. “The toy department has better looking ones.” He sniffed with an uninterested air and whirled, blowing off Brady.

Dallas watched all of this as he poured, filling the mugs. He tried hard to not snicker.

“Brave little shit,” Brady muttered. “I bet he loses all that bravado once he leaves here.”

“Maybe, but I’m doubting it,” Dallas said. He took a sip of his beer.

Carson palmed his shot glass. “To Chantilly!”

A cheer went up from the five and they downed their shots. Javy shook himself on the after burn, making Carson giggle. “My big baby,” he crooned, wrapping a hand around Javy’s jaw.

It looked like Javy said something as he nuzzled into Carson’s throat, but it was too loud all around them to have a clue as to what. They patiently waited for the beginning of the show. Dallas was glad they’d come early and snagged a table. It was getting to be standing room only.

The lights flickered and a roar erupted to fill the club. Everyone had their chosen favorite for the competition. Friends and lovers, gay or straight, men and women, they filled the tables now, ready to cheer.

Dallas had seen Chantilly on stage, and had heard Chance when he was just floating around his and Liam’s apartment. He hardly did a thing without a song falling from his lips. It was like music was his center. Liam was Dallas’ best friend from high school, which meant Chance had a built-in support base. Between all of them, they were tight. He grinned as Javy whispered into Carson’s ear, earning a burning blush.

Those two… They had collided in an explosion of brilliant color when they’d finally admitted they were crazy about one another.

Liam was with Chance. Brady was, for the most part, avoiding relationships because he was a cop, and Dallas… He hadn’t found anyone recently. So on nights they could, they all got together, and tonight was an important one. To cheer on Chantilly, and hopefully help Chance reach the next stage. Dallas didn’t know if Chance wanted to go to Las Vegas, but if he wanted to win tonight, Dallas would scream his loudest to see it happen.

The houselights dimmed and the spotlights aligned on stage.

“Good evening, ladies and gents and those in-between,” crooned a silken voice that made the hair on Dallas’ arms spike hard. “Welcome to the Paper Dolls Third Annual Sing-Off!” Cheers, whistles and applause echoed from wall to wall.

It was killing Dallas that he couldn’t find the owner of that voice! Somewhere behind those curtains stood the person with the microphone, weaving a spell around all of them. The octave was pure sin, smooth as the liquor they’d just drank, and twice as rich.

The stage curtain twitched. A silk covered calf appeared, hooking the curtain’s edge with a strappy heel. Stones circling a slim ankle caught the light and sparkled like diamonds.

“Holy shit. That can’t be a guy,” Dallas croaked.

Liam gave him a grin, but waved a hand to shush him.

The spiked heel on that foot glided up and then down the heavy black curtain, encouraging whistles and hollers that rivaled a strip joint.

“Who wants a little spicccce tonight?” that hypnotic voice purred.

Dallas, a gay man since the age of seven, was enraptured by that foot and the voice of the person that it had to belong to. A person, that to the unknowing eye, anyone would think was a woman. He gulped, reaching for his beer to make it less dry the second time.

“Tonight… Tonight, my lovelies, you will get to experience talent!” The curtain trembled and the foot firmed on the stage. “You will get to watch real entertainers! Weeks of battling it out on this stage have come down to…thisss.”

A cheer buoyed by applause made Dallas’ ears ring. He swore his heart was racing for absolutely no reason he could name.

“And your vote…” That voice faded to a silken hum as a hand that matched the lone foot appeared on the curtain, winding upward to caress it. Long fingers, red-tipped nails, and a graceful sleekness played wildly over every one of Dallas’ fantasies.

Holy fuck, this one knows how to make an entrance. Dallas leaned forward, unable to blink.

With feline grace, she rolled around the curtain and finally, finally, Dallas got to see who held the entire audience in the palm of her hand. He licked his lips. Fucking Christ, he moaned silently. If that is a woman, I am going to be so fucked.

Black hair caressed her cheek, all the way to her shoulder with an elegant wave. What Dallas knew from his sisters, that look probably took forever to create. Simplicity was not simple. He couldn’t guess if all that hair was a wig or not, it looked so natural. The longer he stared in amazement, the more he wanted to know who she was. Makeup couldn’t hide the jut of the jaw or cheekbones no woman should have been born with. Deep eyes lined in black surveyed her domain. Ruby lips lifted with a hint of seduction, and even more promises. Slim in frame, her shoulders weren’t broad, which added to the illusion. And this one knew how to play tricks on a man’s eyes.

From those lush lips to the slim ankle, and all the parts in between, he looked like a natural born she.

Dallas sucked hard on the liquid in his mug, not caring what it was, only that it was wet and cool.

“Your vote will be sending one of our lovely Dolls to Las Vegas!” she said into the mic before her, sweeping a hand in front of her to include the entire spellbound crowd.

The roar that announcement ripped out of everyone shook the walls.

“Tonight, my lovelies, I have the honor of being your hostess.”

And almost as though this dynamo in an evening gown could read his thoughts of Who are you? Dallas finally had a name.

“I am Pepper Prince.” She tipped her head in acknowledgement of her applause, the microphone lovingly cradled between two palms. “And tonight, all of you get the joy and treat of choosing this year’s Doll!”

Music began to play and before his eyes, this man in a woman’s dress, this man who had the theatrical grace of a Broadway actor, who could play his part with sublime reality, began to belt out Cher like Pepper was the diva herself.

“Fuck me,” he growled.

Liam slid him a knowing grin. “Pepper was the first year’s winner. It’s because of her that they’ve contracted with the agent in Las Vegas to get more talent known.”

“Please, please…swear to me…that he is not transitioning. He’s stunning.”

Liam shook his head, but anything he said was unheard. Dallas was enthralled by the chameleon on stage.

It was subtle, but it was there. The lack of definition in the hips, the tone, bare forearms, and the occasional glimpse of hard thigh as he moved about the stage. The tilt of jaw that Dallas wanted to lick. He craved to see his chest, discover if he was as lithe as his dress seemed to hint at, if he was waxed. It was all fake, from the makeup to the heels to the push-up bra, which raised Pepper in his esteem for the simple fact that he was flawless.

He saw the man beneath the costume. It really meant no more to him than if he’d been in a uniform. This was the way he worked. And saying he knew how to do the job?

Pepper was born to perform. Hardly a soul spoke while she sang, a true rarity considering they were in a night club. When she was done, she blew kisses, bowing to the crowd in thanks of their thunderous applause. “Now,” she said, standing straight and pushing her hair off a shoulder. “Let’s get this party started!”

The stage went black and Dallas watched transfixed until she melted into the shadows.

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Excerpt 2:

Dallas was being a good date and walking Peter to his door. They’d stopped to eat at a Mexican restaurant near the theater after the movie and now that the night was almost gone, he was trying to find a way to finagle another date with the man at his side.

“Would it upset you if I came watch you sing?”

Peter tossed his ponytail when he jerked to stare at Dallas. “Why would it bother me? You’re not going to become an ass and get all possessive, are you?”

“Of course not.”

Peter worked a key into the lock and opened the door, walking in. Dallas followed, glad he wasn’t going to end the date on the other side. He was hoping to still get a kiss or three.

Dallas let the door swing closed behind him watching Peter hop onto one of the padded stools at his breakfast bar. “I want to see you again.”

“I guessed that was next.” Peter glanced away. “Dallas—”

He shut up on a snagged breath when Dallas slipped between his knees. “Yeah?”

“I…” Brown eyes raised to his and darkened. “Fuck it. Kiss me.”

Dallas didn’t wait for him to change his mind. He dug fingers into the bound hair at his nape and tipped him upward, winding his other hand around Peter’s waist. Light hands floated over Dallas’ shoulders, shaping, testing, shooting sparks down Dallas’ body. Smooth skin skipped beneath Dallas’ lips as he caressed the jut of Peter’s jaw. Peter’s knees slackened to widen at Dallas’ hips then snapped tight, holding him in a fierce clasp.

Dallas glided over his lips and teased him lightly, sawing over them with a breathy caress. Peter shivered beneath his palms. Warmth grew to passionate heat as the kiss deepened, teasing until Peter hungrily opened for him. They inched together until Peter hooked his ankles behind Dallas’ thighs, locking them chest to chest. The flutter of hands danced then gripped, strengthening to knead at shoulders, to glide in random patterns.

Gently, Dallas removed the tie on Peter’s hair, tugging it free to ply his fingers through the rich layers. It was soft, dragging over fingertips and skin like strands of satin. The ends reached past Peter’s collar bones, framing his face in a shiny raven blanket. Sinewy strength locked them together as they dueled, tongue to tongue.

Panting, Dallas broke the kiss. His heart was pounding as he sucked air. Curling around him, Dallas burrowed into Peter’s neck, inhaling scents. A shiver rocked Peter in his grip. Nipping soft skin below an ear earned Dallas a growled moan, Peter’s head falling backward loosely on his neck in offering. His lips were parted and his eyes were closed in sensational bliss.

“Beautiful,” Dallas breathed.


Here’s another “bite” from my Kindred vampire series. From vampire Edwin Carstairs first adventure, BLOOD BOND.




(Book 2 in the Kindred vampire series)

Celine Chatillon


Edwin travels to Liverpool and discovers desire in the arms of the wildly sensual Ophelia and her darkly exotic employer known simply as Hamlet. When a vampire hunter threatens to destroy Hamlet, the three lovers’ blood bond is tested. Will Edwin be able to save his Kindred sire and return home in time to see the 1904 World’s Fair? (Contains m/f/m, m/m scenes)

Excerpt: Ophelia takes Edwin back to her employer’s mansion…

 “Why do you call your friend my Hamlet?” Edwin asked, trying not to fall under the spell of Ophelia’s darkly sensual charms. “Is he your benefactor or your employer?”

She smiled sensuously at Edwin and began to stroke the inside of his thighs. “My Hamlet is both. He found me, a lost soul wandering the streets of Liverpool far from her home in Wales, and took me in and gave me a home and clothing and gainful employment. I call him Hamlet because he has never told me his real name.”

Edwin began to perspire. The wonderful sensations from his groin threatened to overwhelm him. His cock began to swell and rise of its own accord until it noticeably stretched and threatened to pop his fly buttons. Ophelia began to lick her red lips as if she thirsted for the taste of him.

“You finished with your drink?” she asked in a husky tone.

He meekly nodded and handed her the glass to place down beside the chair. “How can you accept such gifts from a man whose real name you don’t even know?”

She shrugged. “Once you’ve met him, you’ll see.”

“Um, shall I meet him soon?”

Ophelia laughed. “Don’t worry. He’s out tonight. We have the place to ourselves—all to ourselves.” And with that she quickly pounced upon his pants buttons and released his hard member to the mercy of her eager hands and lips…

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Excerpt: (PG-17) Men of Silo: Run With The Moon / DeRicci / MM paranormal



Run With The Moon

By: Diana DeRicci
Published: Oct 31, 2012
ISBN # 9781612920566
Word Count: 56,876
GLBT/MM/Erotic Romance/Paranormal

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Jamie Ness is homeless and on the run. After divulging his deepest, guarded secret, his father attacked him, which left no choice but for Jamie to leave everything behind he’d once known. His greatest fear is that his father will realize the mistake he made in throwing away the only real income coming into their home and hunt for Jamie. Putting distance between his father and wherever he stops is his only priority. After walking for days, putting one foot in front of the other, it’s impossible to turn down a hot meal when Chris Rose pulls up at his side on the outskirts of a town he doesn’t know.

Offering the young man a helping hand is ingrained in Chris. Something to eat, a warm bed, and safety, even if he could only get Jamie to grudgingly agree to one night. He would have offered that and more to the young man with the shadowed eyes, except more trouble was looming for Jamie. It isn’t just Jamie’s dad that Jamie has to worry about, because there is nothing in his life that could have prepared him for Chris’ secrets.


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Chapter One


Howls ricocheted through the woods like the haunting sound of a pending storm, like a surreal thunder. The eerie brush and scratch of trees and leaves was unsettling because nothing moved. There was no wind, no other sounds.

Except for those howls.

They echoed around Jamie on all sides. He knew he was surrounded. He could only pray that the pack didn’t close in. He was fucked if they did. Wasn’t much he could do with a single backpack against a pack of wolves. He didn’t even have a knife.

Jamie huddled beneath the thickest bower of limbs, his stomach rumbling. He ignored it. He had to ration what he had managed to stuff in his bag.

He closed his eyes and drew a steadying breath, refusing to let the shakes overtake him again. Five days wasn’t that long. He’d be in a new town or city soon, and he could start over. Find a job. Find a place to live, even if it was only a dry corner somewhere.

His eyes burst open when the next round of howls started. Sharper, closer. He shivered. Jamie knew the animals were taunting him, trying to flush him out. The fastest way to agitate a predator was to run. Cowards ran.

His head sank to his huddled knees, swamped in on all sides by his melancholy and situation. He guessed then that he was a coward. He’d run from his father’s fist. So much to ignore. His empty stomach. The burning pull on his ribs. The aching stiffness of his jaw. The gnawing pain and ache in his arm. Those relentless howls. Gingerly he touched his lip; it felt like the swelling had gone down, but he couldn’t say. He hadn’t seen his face at its worst or since he’d run from the house after his father’s last drunken rage.

The night was a refuge of sorts. It was quiet, and not too cold. Tucked into his body there was a modicum of warmth, but not much. It took him a few minutes to realize the howls had ceased. He lifted his chin, searching with unblinking eyes into the dark shadows around him. The highway was silent at that time of night, somewhere off to his right. He’d dug into the trees for cover and shelter in case the weather turned bad. It had the night before. He only had a couple changes of clothes with him. There had been pain in every motion as he’d stuffed his old backpack with clothes, energy bars, and two bottles of water as quickly as possible. He only had the one pair of sneakers.

Jamie sniffled, wincing for it. He was twenty-two, and until five nights ago had never thought his father would be able to kill him. He’d been hit. Plenty. He knew without a doubt now that his father hated him. Jamie had mistakenly believed his dad had needed him. He’d stayed after graduation to help his dad. Help pay bills. It wasn’t like either of them had ever had much.

Telling him Jamie was gay had been the straw that broke the camel’s back.

The last thing he remembered after the ominous silence of his admission was disappearing into his bedroom and getting ready for bed. He had work the next morning. Three hours later, he’d been bodily yanked out of bed and attacked. Jamie had never seen his dad that drunk in his life. Jamie had fought back, instinctively knowing that this time if he didn’t, his dad would kill him. With all the strength he had, he’d swung one of his long-ago track trophies at his father’s head. He was so drunk he hadn’t gone down instantly, staggering and teetering instead like a chopped tree, defying before finally giving in to gravity. Jamie had leaped across his bed, putting it between them, watching. Then, almost as if his dad’s body just hit a switch, he’d collapsed across Jamie’s bed.

Blood seeped from a cut on the back of his head by his ear, but that was all the damage he’d done. Snores that should have woken the dead were echoed by heavy breathing. He was out.

Jamie had stuffed what he could into his backpack and left. He had no job now and only minimal cash on hand. He prayed when he finally found a place to stop, he could call and get his last paycheck, but he wasn’t holding his breath for life to treat him right. After twenty-two years, he should know better.

Five nights after that fight, he was somewhere west of home, heading somewhere far away from a life that had been nothing but pain-filled and disappointing.

He blinked into the shadows as another chorus began.

And I’m surrounded by wolves. “Yay,” he croaked. He flipped the hood up on his sweatshirt, burrowing his hands into the pockets. As snug as he could be, he clung tighter to his bent legs and closed his eyes, listening, but trying to rest before he started walking again.

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Chris waited on the sidewalk without moving a muscle. He would have waited all day for Jamie to decide. Turned out the next wave of grilled beef on the breeze did the trick. He shuffled up to Chris’s side, though not close, his head down. At least he hadn’t covered his head again. Without saying anything more, Chris led him to the backyard.

“Hey! About time,” Cade called when he caught Chris’s gaze as they rounded the house. Chris flashed him a look, twitching with a miniscule effort of his chin behind him. Cade’s eyes widened in surprise, then he smiled, a known attempt to soften the gruffness of his features.

Chris heard Jamie’s steps falter when he cleared the corner of the house.

Chris made the introductions. “Cade, Jamie.”

“Hi, Jamie.” Cade glanced at Chris, who shook his head once. Cade didn’t offer a hand.

“Hi.” Jamie all but whispered it. He clutched his backpack strap like a lifeline.

Cade waved toward Jamie’s shoulder. “You can put that on the table over there. There’s tea all ready. Help yourselves.”

Chris usually helped Cade with the cooking but in this instance, he walked over to the table and poured two glasses instead. Warily, Jamie followed him. He guessed compared to Cade, he was the lesser of two evils. Cade was a big guy compared to Chris’s compact size. Cade was six-three where Chris was five-eleven. Cade also looked like a tattooed biker on a good day, with his wild auburn hair to his shoulders. Cade was definitely the wilder one of the brothers.

He offered the iced tea. “Here.” He waited until Jamie raised his eyes before trying to hand him the glass. “Drink it slowly. You’re probably dehydrated, and it’ll make you cramp if you gulp it.”

Jamie frowned. “I’m not—”

“Not a people doctor, but I know enough. Okay?” he said gently.

Jamie’s pinched lips only exacerbated the abuse they were healing from. Lashes lowered to hide enigmatic blue eyes that were so deeply shadowed with sleep deprivation they looked smudged. Whatever had happened it had been bad, with all the bruising and fading swelling. And that was only what Chris could see. He sincerely doubted it was limited to his face. He hadn’t had a chance to see in the truck and Jamie had put the hoodie back on, covering his skin. With a flash of insight, he realized Jamie was wearing a long-sleeved shirt beneath it. The reasoning behind that in the May heat made his stomach curdle. Thick bronze-blond hair that curled around his ears was the only other feature Chris could be sure of.

He also knew, had known the instant he’d opened his window, that this was the same person he and his pack had discovered in the woods last night. Not because he was dirty, or male, or alone. But because even then, as bad as he looked, as woeful, hurting and as lost as he seemed, Chris wanted to curl around him and keep him safe. His wolf had known last night but he hadn’t been able to do anything about it except tell his pack what he’d found, what they’d almost stumbled on last night and likely would have terrified right into hysteria.

After their run last night, his plan had been to return to the woods and find him. Figure out what the story was behind why he was hiding in the woods and help him. Except the Mathison’s mare had pulled his priorities in another direction. He was going to ask Cade to help him track tonight to find this young man again.

Unexpectedly, Chris had found him trudging along the side of the westbound two-lane highway moving toward town instead. He watched Jamie carefully from the corner of his eye so he wouldn’t feel like a spectacle. He was pale, thin, and in need of some major TLC and nourishment. And a very light touch. He wasn’t a big guy like either Chris or Cade, maybe five-seven and light of build, like a reed. He had long fingers and narrow hips. The fact that he’d been someone’s punching bag was merely an inarguable observation.

Jamie took his advice and drank slowly, taking a couple minutes to down half the glass.

“This is good,” Jamie said, tapping the plastic with a finger. He took another couple swallows and looked at the pitcher.

“Help yourself,” Chris told him. “I’m going to see if Cade needs anything. All right?”

Jamie nodded, finally unhooking his pack and laying it on the ground by the picnic table leg.

That helped Chris to relax, seeing Jamie become comfortable as well. He placed his own glass of tea on the table and then walked over to the grill and his brother. “The rest inside?”

“On the counter.”

“I’ll grab it.” With a nod of thanks from Cade, Chris went through the rear screen door heading for the kitchen. He found a covered platter filled with stuff to stick on a burger like lettuce and tomatoes, plus cheese and bacon strips as well as ketchup and mustard. Cade must have realized something was up when Chris told him he was bringing a friend. He never bothered with vegetables. They weren’t on his palatable list. With his hands full of plates, the platter, and bottles he nudged the screen door open with a toe and a hip, then wove to the table.

Jamie was still standing and immediately leaped to help Chris, taking the plates off the top.

“Thanks,” Chris said.


“Did you grab the chips?” Cade called from his position in front of the grill.

“No. Pantry?”


“Do you need more help?” Jamie asked, almost too quietly to hear.

Chris gazed at him, sorry when Jamie didn’t lift his own eyes. “No. Just a couple bags of chips to go with everything.”

Jamie moved a shoulder. “Okay.”

“Thanks, though.”

“S-sure,” he replied unsteadily.

Chris repeated his trip, carrying two bags of chips to the table just as Cade slid a stacked tower of meat onto the table. “Lunch is served, gentlemen.”
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