Safe for work. More of Dean and Roland. End might seem a bit abrupt but I’m not sure where it goes.
Dean didn’t know if it was a small gathering or a large one. There were about a dozen of them, all of them shifters. That’s what Roland called them shifters. Nothing about the blood drinking, so not vampires. Dean didn’t know if the blood thing was necessary or just, gulp, fun and he hadn’t gathered the courage to ask yet. Roland was clearly the leader, or the most powerful, at least to Dean’s eyes, which actually weren’t very knowledgeable so he could be wrong. He was definitely biased. Roland was certainly the best looking and the best dressed. Nine males — not including Dean — and three females, which did include Haley. Dean and Haley made up what Dean considered Roland’s entourage. A hulking, hairy bruiser named Dan had his own two people, a bored-looking lumberjack of a guy — without the beard — named Jack had his two, and a guy in a suit who looked like a lawyer who went by Norris — unknown if that was first of last name — had his two. The last was an old guy named Kern, who everyone deferred to like a crotchety grandfather. Continue reading Fiction – Pet
Not safe for work. M/M. Still stream of conscious so forgive editing issues.
Same characters as Up Top and Nope.
There was no one waiting outside. He had to make it on his own. He wasn’t pack yet, didn’t belong to anyone but Roland. No one knew him, no one cared.
“Yet,” Roland had told him. After. When they’d talked. Before he’d run. “Prove yourself and pack protection is yours. Belonging is yours.” Continue reading Fiction – Down Deep
Safe for work.
Same world as ‘Up Top‘. A little before, I believe.
“Nope.” He couldn’t do this.
Dean turned sharply into the darkness of the alcove. It wasn’t private, but it wasn’t the dance floor or the bar and he needed a moment to breathe. He propped his back against the bare brick wall, digging his fingers into the grooves between the bricks in an effort to feel something solid. But he hissed when the bite of pain sizzled up his forearms, electrifying every little hair on his arms as the sensation traveled further. He groaned, closing his eyes. His body fell far too alive.
“Mmm.” A velvet purr disturbed the hair above his left ear. “Delicious.” Continue reading Fiction – Nope
My website’s undergoing some changes as I receive rights back to books and have to remove links and such from my website. It’s a big job so please be patient with me.
Completely safe for work.
Today I got the rights back to Taken, my first book. Bittersweet feeling. On one hand, it hurts to know that it’s no longer available. On the other hand, this gives me a push to look at the stories again and maybe revisit the world of the raedjour. (And isn’t it sad that I had to go look up how to spell that? *shakes head at self*)
So, in that spirit, let’s take a look at this guy who introduced himself to me today.
Keep in mind that I’m doing much of this from my admittedly faulty memory. I haven’t actually read the books in awhile and I’ve got some research to do to refresh my memory of my own world. But I think I’m pretty close to my own rules.
©2018 Jet Mykles
Solander crouched 30 feet from the entrance to the cave. The dust and gravel between him and the opening glowed with the rays of dawn’s light, but even those weak spears of illumination burned his eyes. Continue reading Bit of Fiction – Solander (Dark Elves)
Something a little bit different. Completely safe for work.
©2018 Jet Mykles
She didn’t like him, she didn’t trust him and she certainly didn’t think he was gorgeous. Right. And if she kept telling herself that maybe she’d believe it. Eventually. Continue reading Fiction – Not Him
I haven’t done one of these in a very long while. It’s mostly safe for work.
Not sure about the world. This one literally came to me as I wrote it. Any editorial errors are all mine. Enjoy!
©2018 Jet Mykles
Roland’s dark brows lowered. “Come. Here.”
Hands dug deep in his pockets, Dean lowered his head and slunk across the polished stone floor toward his master. He didn’t stop until he saw the shine of expensive black shoes. If he didn’t already know he was in trouble, the bounce of the toe of the shoe of one crossed leg told him. He stopped and kept his head down, his face shielded by the shiny curls of his gold hair. That was going to annoy Roland too. His master liked his hair just long enough to grab but not enough to brush his shoulders. It was beyond that now.
“Look at me.” Continue reading Fiction – Up Top (mostly SFW)
You know what I mean? The guys who go beyond rubbing you the wrong way. The guys you want to kick or punch just for being an ass. The ones, as I asked, who make your teeth itch to bite them, and not in the sexy good way. Continue reading What Kind of Heroes Make Your Teeth Itch?
Since I’m considering my self-pub options now that Loose Id is closing its doors, I decided I should reread some of them. After all, in the case of Dark Elves 1, I wrote that about 13 years ago (2005). So, yeah, I may have written it but I don’t remember all the details because I haven’t actually read it for years.
OK. Wow. Continue reading Did I Really Write That?
Valentine’s Day is coming up. It’s also my anniversary with the man in my life. 22 years. Doesn’t seem possible. I love you, honey!
But, even though I’ve got my own hero, I write romance so I’ve naturally considered, analyzed and fantasized about many different heroes. Through 30+ published stories, I’ve shared a number with my readers.
And I’ve come to the conclusion that I like my heroes flawed. Continue reading The Flawed Hero