Happy
Easter, Good Pesach or Passover, Good Theravadin New Year, and if I left anything out, Have a GREAT
Sunday, April 8!
This is the last day of the Easter
Blog Hop and what a Hop it's been!
I want to start off by saying that I truly empathize
with everyone busy, cooking, chasing after children, and hiding eggs. I've done
my fair share of that and then some. My girls are grown now and doing their own
thing this holiday.
My eldest is working for an airlines, so please
treat her kindly when you fly--today or any day. It's a tense job, especially
around the holidays. I won't name her or say where she works; everyone is somebody's
loved one. They all deserve love and support, or at least kindness, while
they're doing their job, right? My youngest has a variety of tasks that make up
her job, not the least of which includes making the holiday fun for children. I
wish her strength and positive vibes; because you never know how other people's
children will treat you or what will make them happy or sad.
Now, before I share excerpts and goodies with you, I
want to thank so many of you for sharing your holiday plans with me. My sister
and niece are going out to find something to get into out in the world. They
love egg hunts, even though they're a little older than most egg hunters you'll
find. As a blind person, everything is a hunt, so those are not as much fun for
me. I'm going to spend the day with you guys, and with the characters from the
book I'm wrapping up for you. Hopefully, more on that later.
Since you seemed to enjoy the excerpt from Weakspot yesterday (or
was it the day before?) I'm going to post a bit of the sequel, Pet Peeve.
I'm also going to post a bit of Civil
Liberties--I've really been into it
lately--rereading it. I think it's one of my favorites. I bet I could write ten
times as much…or five times--if I had it to do over again.
For five years Renaud Brunet has worked for his
uncle as a deputy in Xavier Parish, far away from the ballet world of New York,
London, Moscow, Australia—all of it.
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He’s also avoided feminine entanglements, in spite of a very lusty female
werewolf on his tail
Excerpt:
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Everybody has a pet peeve. Finding
women in various states of undress lurking around his home definitely qualified
as Acting Sheriff Renaud Brunet’s biggest pet peeve.
Damned if there wasn’t a half naked
woman poking around on his back porch even now, as he parked in his yard at the
end of a long day of work. She didn’t even look up when he turned his truck
off.
He didn’t need to use the
exceptional sense of smell or hearing that all werewolves enjoyed to locate
her. She was right there in the open, waiting for him and poking around on his
property, barely dressed.
With the exception of Zierra, the
female lupine who still haunted him, he hadn’t had to deal with various women
trying to coerce him into sex with them for the last five years. It had been
that long since he stopped dancing professionally.
Whenever Zierra did show up, he
usually let Ziggy, his best friend and fellow officer, handle her in whatever
way the other man saw fit. She hated Ziggy.
Right now, however, there was no one
around aside from himself to deal with the nearly naked woman on his porch.
That was a shame because he was very dangerous these days.
As he approached
her, the wind plastered the tee shirt she wore against her curves and confirmed
that she wore very little else. He thought he knew just how to make this little
interloper sorry that she’d intruded upon his sanctuary.
Pulling his gun from it’s holster,
he ordered, “Hold it right there,” in a low, I-mean-business voice.
The young woman froze in place,
bending over a box. Stepping in front of her, he snapped a handcuff on one
wrist and, pulling her other arm in front of her, he handcuffed that wrist as
well.
“Sir? Oh!” Her eyes went big and
round. “Mr. Brunet, Renaud Brunet? Um, I...” she seemed to be having some
trouble forming thoughts. Good. She’d be better off if she didn’t speak and
push him further over the edge of control.
“Quiet, lady!” he barked, hauling
her into the house. He flicked on the light switch but nothing happened.
Swearing, he turned to his captive. “I guess we goanna have to do this in the
dark, no?”
He hauled her up the stairs and into
the kitchen. Once there, he turned her to face the back of a kitchen chair.
“Arms out in front! Hold on to that
chair!” he ordered her. “Spread your legs! Wide!”
She did as she was told. He could
smell her fear. There was something familiar about her scent but he ignored it.
He was fighting to keep his beast under control right now.
“Mr. Brunet?” she croaked when his
hand skimmed her abdomen. “Please, there’s been...”
“Hush!” he growled, feeling her
shake under his hands as they moved up her ribs. “This is called a body search.
It happens when you’re caught breaking and entering or trespassing.”
His hands traveled over her shoulder
blades and back to her ribs, slowly moving up. When he cupped her breasts, she
whimpered and tried to pull away. Closing his hands more firmly around the
small globes, he moved his fingers until each nipple was caught between his
index finger and his middle finger.
“Don’t. Move,” he breathed into her
ear. He pinched her nipples between his fingers. She whimpered again.
His hands released her now-hard
nipples and skimmed down to the waist of her barely-there lace panties. He
rested his hands on her hips, pressing behind her, knowing she could feel his
hard erection. Usually, he just wanted to get rid of the women. He hadn’t even
gotten hard for a woman in five years. This one was dangerously close to
meeting the predator that lived inside of him.
Later:
After Cili dropped
Paul and Ivanna off at school, she decided she ought to stop and get something
to eat. The waitress was asking her about her tee shirt when Ziggy sat down
across from her.
Ziggy asked to see
both sides of her shirt. She knew Renaud was not that far away. She could feel
him but she refused to turn and look.
“I get it! I get
it!” Ziggy crowed, laughing. “It’s hysterical!”
“I guess I was in a
bad mood,” Cili confessed in her usual whisper. “I made it last week.”
On one side, it had
a sheep that was obviously electric, dialing a rotary wheel. He dialed the
number 594. On the back, the words “YEAH, RIGHT!” were written in large script.
“Renaud really
pissed you off, huh?” He was trying to warm up to her but she didn’t really
trust him.
“What’s up, Ziggy?”
She cut him off as best she could in her breathy, husky voice.
“Odd that you should have that
particular shirt on when I make my request…”
She glared at him.
“No, really, I’m taking a literature course a few nights a week.” He spoke
fast.
“You didn’t know
that I have a Bachelor’s in Literature and Philosophy. Nobody does – well,
Rory, War, and now you. What do you want, Ziggy?”
“Now, I want help
with my homework, but mostly, I need a little favor.” He waited while she
sipped her coffee and looked at him.
“What?” Her throat
was getting sore and she needed to be careful.
“I have this dog” he
began. The look on her face was one of surprise. “Could you keep him for a few
nights a week while I’m in class?”
“Why don’t you ask
Renaud?” She said right away. “You can’t be gone that long, Ziggy?”
~~~
$3.99
by J.J. Massa
When cop Christian Parker meets D.A. Denny at a bar
and takes him home, they have one steamy night of passion. That might be the
end of it, but a deposition brings Christian back into Denny's life. Denny
tries to deny his feelings for Christian, preferring to be a player, but when a
family tragedy brings Christian down, Denny is there to comfort him.
Everything that can go wrong for these two does go
astray, and Christian is ready to give up. When another tragedy threatens to
tear them apart forever, though, it might just be Denny who has to convince
Christian that he's ready to settle down. Can they struggle through everything
life throws at them and find a way to stay together?
Excerpt:
Denny came to this bar for the usual
reasons--sometimes he needed a man. He liked women well enough.
There were just
some things they couldn’t give to him. Not only that, he had to be discreet.
Sure, legally, nobody could say anything about his choice of bed partner. In
reality, though, it mattered.
“I’ve been here a couple of times, maybe three or
four,” Christian admitted.
“I have seen you here before, but I never
noticed you leave with anyone?” Denny made it a question on purpose. What would
the other man say? Would he explain why he had never engaged anyone else?
Christian sipped at his drink for a minute and then
glanced over at Denny again. “I, um, I’ve got this job…I’m not supposed to be
gay, or you know, whatever.”
Denny chuckled again. “You mean bi?”
Christian grinned sheepishly, “Well, I tried to be
bi and I don’t think I qualify. Mostly, women just don’t do it for me. My folks
couldn’t probably deal with it. My dad’s a military officer. And my job--no
way. I, uh, work for the city.”
That statement made Denny feel a bit more
comfortable. “Yeah, mine’s pretty much the same. I’m a civil servant, myself,”
he admitted, enjoying his scotch. “I wonder, Christian,” he smiled to soften
his next comment, “You don’t seem very experienced for someone who is so sure
that women don’t work for him.”
“I’ve gone out with women, you know…it’s just…well,
I’ve had some experience with men, just casual.”
“My job would frown on it, too,” Denny smiled. “I
take it that you’re interested in moving your experience beyond the casual?” he
asked, trying to keep it light but get to the point, both at the same time.
Christian picked up his shot of whiskey and gulped
it; wide, blue eyes looking at Denny, he nodded. “I, uh, think I know what I
want…what I need.”
“What do you think that is, Christian?” Denny asked,
his voice an octave lower than normal. Everything about this sweet, young,
blond man was pushing all of his buttons.
Christian looked down at the bar and then glanced
shyly over at Denny. “I don’t mind being in charge at work…but the rest of the
time, I need something else.”
Denny tossed a twenty-dollar bill onto the bar and
took Christian by the bicep, appreciating how muscular the young man was.
Without a word, the younger man let Denny lead him toward the back of the bar
and the rear exit.
Stopping at a hidden alcove near the door, Denny
pulled Christian in tight against him. When the other man gasped in surprise,
Denny covered Christian’s mouth with his own.
The heady flavor of malted whiskey and healthy young
man was overwhelming. They were of a size, though Denny was slightly taller.
The slight advantage allowed him more leverage as his mouth caressed over the
full, pink lips under his.
He was falling into Christian and he wanted more,
needed more. Though it happened sometimes, often in fact, Denny didn’t plan to
have sex with Christian in the back of the bar. There wouldn’t be a hand-job in
the bathroom for them, no. He wanted plenty of time to explore, play, have his
way with the honey blond.
And, this being Christian’s first full male sexual
experience, Denny had every intention of helping himself to any sort of
virginity that Christian had left; he didn’t want to do it in the men’s room.
~~~
I'm sure I'll be by later for a last hurrah ;
-) and of course, prizes! I'll double
check to see if Drea hands those out, but the surprise chocolate is all me!
Let me know how your day is going. Tell me what
you're up to, what you did, what you're reading. Give me whatever you got
LOL I'm interested in what's going on
with you, and that's what puts you in the running for the goodies!
Talk to you soon.
J.J. Massa
www.jjmassa.com
