Wednesday 5 December 2012

NEWSFLASH!!!

My time with the Silver snowflake has come to an end.
I hope you all found it in time as it has now been taken away.
Good luck with the rest of your hunt.

A Christmas Poem - By Me

My take on a Christmas classic
Made for Christmas 2011
Put to music by the Chocolate Minx



Tuesday 4 December 2012

Don't Forget...

Today is my day for the Silver Snowflake it is only here for a short appearance so find it while you can. It will be gone in just under 28 hours.
Good Luck to all.

Cameron Lawton - SURPRISE!


SURPRISE!
By Cameron Lawton

Rory was in a foul mood.  He'd gone to bed early because this year he had no reason to celebrate Christmas at all. Jack was away on another of his bloody courses. Why he'd had to arrange it now, for Christ's sake …

Rory peered across at the red numbers on the alarm clock and swore. Four a.m. Four o'clock in the fucking morning! He thumped the pillow and muttered

“Merry bloody Christmas, Rory Sumner” and tried to get back to sleep but it was no good. He was wide awake and now busting for a piss.

He padded into the bathroom on bare feet and then got even more angry when some idiot started revving a motorbike up outside his flat. He threw open the bathroom window and stuck his head out, ready to ask the bastard if he knew what time it was.

His mouth, already half-open to swear, dropped even wider when he saw Jack, luscious in leather, gently twisting the throttle on a Norton Commando Interstate.  His lover waved at him and pointed at the motorbike.

“Like it?”

 Jack cut the engine and threw a long leg off the back of the bike, heaving it onto its stand, then racing up the steps to the flat, waving the bike keys in his hand, obviously excited as a ….. as a kid at Christmas.

When Rory opened the door, Jack was leaning on the wall, twirling the keyring around his finger and grinning, looking good enough to eat there and then.

“Happy Christmas, Major Sumner,” he laughed, throwing the keys to Rory who caught them and then grabbed Jack by the leather jacket's lapels and hauled him into his arms.

“You mad bastard! What are you doing? I thought you were in London?” Rory finally managed to say when they had finished kissing.

“I was. Just got back.”

Rory leaned back to look up into Jack's blue eyes and ran a hand over his soft blond hair.

“You're crazy, Joachim.”

“Yup, crazy for you,” his junior replied, bending forward to bite Rory's lip gently.  “I remembered that you said you used to ride a bike when you were a kid. So I got in touch with an old friend of mine and he found that one...it is the right one, isn't it?” That little worried crease between his eyebrows appeared again, as it usually did when Joachim was concerned.

Rory kissed him again, his tongue exploring Jack's mouth, half way between laughter and lust.

“You set all this up? You told me you were going on a course, just to get me that bike?” Rory asked.

Jack nodded.

“I wanted this Christmas to be special. I wanted to get you something you'd really like.” He hesitated and then continued in a rush. “Because this mate I went to see, he's ex police and I had a long chat with him about work.”

Rory had led Jack back to the bedroom and was getting him out of his jacket but he stopped and frowned at his lover.

“Yes?”

“Listen, Rory. You know we can't go on like this. Not in the Army. Well, Colin says that with our experience, we could set up as private detectives, easy. It would mean moving away from here but we could, you know, be together, properly.”

Rory threw himself on the bed and let out a long sigh

“You'd do that? Give up your career?”

“No – I'd take up a new career, with you. What say, Boss?”

Rory dragged Jack down with him and held him close.

“I say you are one crazy bastard, Joachim but …. yes, let's do it. Oh hell, I didn't get you a present!”

“Yes you did – you've just said we can be a proper couple. Best present I wanted,” Jack grinned down at Rory, tickling the hair on his chest.  “All I ever wanted. Happy Christmas, Rory.”

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Monday 3 December 2012

Lisa Worrall - DOUBLE RELEASE DAY!!!



BLURB:

When his last boyfriend broke his heart and stole his life savings, Glenn figured he would be much safer if he closed the door on love and threw himself into his job as head window dresser in a large department store.

Unbeknownst to Glenn, while he continues to build a wall around his heart, his Guardian Angel is plotting to give him his happy ever after involving a mannequin and a sprig of mistletoe. 






BLURB:
Isaac didn't do the cold.  He didn't do singing either. So trudging through the snow in minus temperatures, freezing his balls of to sing Fa lala to complete strangers, was not his idea of fun.

Until the tall, dark and handsome who opened the last door changed his mind.


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Sunday 2 December 2012

A R Moler - Naughty: Mandatory Fun


Naughty: Mandatory Fun, a Torquere Menage story by AR Moler


The head of Special Investigative Services, John Benchley, dreads the holiday season. During the autumn of the last two years, he’s lost two friends and fellow agents: one to a senseless robbery and one to the predations of a supernatural being that SIS was created to combat. The last thing he wants to do right now is participate in the mandatory Yuletide interagency bash. In particular, he’d really, really like to avoid an old hook-up, the man-eating Madison Carthage. Gabrielle Dichenz and Evan Garrett, his current lovers, promise him a reward for being a good boy and hanging in there. Sexy grown-up presents are good; love and support are better. John’s Christmas season just might take a turn for the better this year.



He should really turn the photo on top of the file cabinet around to face the wall. John Benchley, Director of SIS, propped his elbows on his office desk and rested his forehead on his knuckles. He'd just received the email announcing when and where the federal interagency Christmas party was going to be held. There would people from the NSA, CIA, FBI, and a whole slew of other parts of the alphabet soup that included Special Investigative Services. SIS was tiny but carried an immense amount of clout. If he wanted to maintain the token cooperation he got from the bigger agencies, he had to "play nice," which really ought to translate as "know what to kiss and when."

The photo he was trying to avoid looking at showed himself, Stuart, and Sean at the same infamous party a couple of years back. Stuart and Sean were both dead now. Sean had been the first to die. That was almost two years ago at this point. Last year it had been Stuart. John
occasionally wondered when he was going to exit the picture. He'd had some near misses this past year.

"Gabrielle's running late for dinner. You okay?"

John lifted his head. Evan stood in the doorway of his office. "Yeah. I got the email about -- the party."

"The party? Oh. That party." Evan gave John an evil grin. "I wonder if Madison is going to be there."
"Oh fuck, just shoot me now. I forgot about that part." John cringed a little internally. He'd had a casual long weekend in bed with the head of the Boston FBI office shortly after his divorce. Madison might be hot sex on a stick in bed, but she was also a predatory bitch.

"Brie and I will protect you, and you won't even have to fake making out with Fiona this year," Evan said. He walked into the office and sat on the edge of John's desk.

Evan brushed his fingers through John's short dark hair and down along the side of his face. John appreciated the comfort of the affection. The weeks preceding last year's party had been brutally rough on an emotional level. He could sense Evan's care.

"Fiona got a perverse thrill out of doing that," John replied. At the previous party, Fiona, SIS's computer maven, had strategically rearranged her clothing and John's to simulate a quick redress after sex, all in the name of running interference between John and Madison.

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Play-Doh, Legos & Stoichiometry



Saturday 1 December 2012

It's The Beginning

Okay just for shits and giggles I reworded a song for you all... if your imaginative enough (or squint and hold your tongue at the right angle) you can sing this to the tune of the 'Twelve Days of Christmas

On the 1st day of Christmas my true love gave to me - The whole series of Cattle Valley
On the 2nd day of Christmas my true love gave to me – The Good-Time Boys
On the 3rd day of Christmas my true love gave to me – Letting in the Light
On the 4th day of Christmas my true love gave to me – A Taste of Love
On the 5th day of Christmas my true love gave to me – All of Ethan Day’s Boooooks
On the 6th day of Christmas my true love gave to me – An Uncommon Whore
On the 7th day of Christmas my true love gave to me – The Wolves of Stone Ridge
On the 8th day of Christmas my true love gave to me – Kade and the Captives
On the 9th day of Christmas my true love gave to me – A Life Without You
On the 10th day of Christmas my true love gave to me – Meet Me At Midnight
On the 11th day of Christmas my true love gave to me – Rules are Meant to be Broken
On the 12th day of Christmas my true love gave to me – Time Waits For No Man