EXCERPT: Pulling the Dragon’s Tail from Shifting Sands anthology

Shifting SandsReleased September 26, 2010 from MLR Press

Pairing: m/m

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Also available in print at Barnes & Noble

ANTHOLOGY BLURB

The wrath of a woman scorned is bad, but a witch’s wrath is hell on earth. No one knows this better than the six men of Shifting Sands Ranch. When the owner’s witch of a wife flees the ranch, she takes with her one of the cowboys and leaves behind a curse that dooms the remaining inhabitants to a life that is anything but normal. Now, every month when the moon comes full, each man takes on the form of an animal.

Witches, shifters and ancient curses, such is life on the Shifting Sands.

STORY BLURB

Daniel’s watched the other men who live on his ranch find their lifemates one by one. He’s watched them all fall prey to the curse of the Shifting Sands. His curse. His fault. When it’s suggested that maybe the curse will break once all the men of the Sands find their mates, Daniel — as the only one left — knows that it’s time to acknowledge what he’s known all along.

Russell’s been in love with Daniel as long as he can remember. So why did he run off with Daniel’s wife? She’s a witch, that’s why! Of course, now that it’s happened, how can he explain himself and hope to be believed?

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©2010 Jet Mykles, all rights reserved

Daniel parked on the street not far from the main entrance of the small apartment complex. Although he knew the address well, he’d never been there before. Never been to Barston. But Russell was nearby. He could feel it.

Shutting off the truck, Daniel remained seated for a few moments, staring at his hands, waiting for the claws and the iridescent green and blue scales to retreat. Being so far away from the Sands was more unsettling than he’d thought. The farther he drove from his home base, the more the beast wanted to come out. He’d finally allowed the claws and the scales to remain, that little bit seeming to satisfy the dragon for a little while. But he was having a devil of a time keeping his eyes human. His sight kept slipping into that strange shape-sensory sight of the beast rather than normal vision. Not the easiest to drive with since the beast wasn’t great at seeing electrical stuff, like traffic lights.

“Damn!” it wasn’t working. The black claws and shining scales were still there although the shape of his hands remained mostly human. A weird afterimage to his sight told him that his eyes were half gone. Was this because he was so far from the Sands or was it because he was near Russell? Did it have anything to do with a nagging feeling that he had to get out of the truck now?

No help for it. Carefully tugging the cuffs of his flannel shirt as far over his hands as possible, he grabbed his hat and got out of the truck. Luckily, it was a dark night so he might be able to go undetected, at least to Russell’s apartment. He’d have to tackle the problem of what to do in the morning, when and if that trouble came.

Something was wrong. The feeling only increased. A definite pull guided him down the street away from the front door of the apartment complex. He shoved his hat onto his head and scowled at the door. That was where he wanted to go. But there was no denying the beast’s instincts when they were like this and the beast wanted to go down the street. Daniel jumped from the truck, hoping he’d parked in a parking zone, barely remembering to push the button on the key fob that’d lock the door. He forced himself to walk, although at a fast clip, toward the source of anxiety. Continue reading

Bravo! Brava! now available

Bravo! Brava!

Bravo! Brava! is available now

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This is a cool anthology with the common themes being m/m, theatre and cross dressing. Kimberly Gardner and JP Bowie are the other authors.

My story is going to be about Shawn, a talented but flighty college actor–one of my “cute young things”–and Roscoe, the gorgeous, gay professor/director who pushes him to his limits.

ANTHOLOGY BLURB:

Lights, Makeup, Scripts, Costumes . . . Performances! Jet Mykles, J.P. Bowie and Kimberly Gardner entertain us with the magic and mystique of the theatre. From Shakespeare’s gender-bending comedies to the glamour of a Musical Revue, we’re whisked backstage for an intimate glimpse of the drama, romance and rumors (and maybe even a little mystery) behind the curtain. Find out what it takes for a man to carry off a skirt and heels. Follow the men who wait in the wings for those behind the fake breasts and makeup. BRAVO! BRAVA!

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EXCERPT – About Something

Bravo Brava

Also available in print

About SomethingReleased February 2009 from MLR Press

Pairing: m/m

This story is both available in the anthology as well as on its own in ebook.

Print anthology at MLR Press

Single ebook at MLR Press

Available in ebook at ARe – anthology

Available in ebook at ARe – single story

Kindle single book at Amazon

Kindle and print anthology at Amazon

NOOK single book at Barnes & Noble

Print anthology at Barnes & Noble

NOOK anthology at Barnes & Noble

This is a very cool anthology. Kimberly Gardner and JP Bowie are the other authors.

A little bit of cross dressing action. This excerpt isn’t exactly sexy maybe, but I think it gives a nice idea of the dynamic between Shawn and Roscoe before the true romance starts.

BTW, Shawn is in COLLEGE so he’s old enough to be in one of my stories.

BLURB:

Switch roles? Roscoe may be a brilliant director, but Sean wants no part of this crazy idea. But when Roscoe suggests that Sean and his leading lady swap Beatrice for Benedict in their college’s production of Much Ado About Nothing, everyone else thinks it’s a terrific idea. Trapped by peer pressure and the awareness that Roscoe usually knows what he’s doing, Sean accepts the challenge only to quickly discover that he likes wearing skirts, both on and off stage. Even more than that, he likes the director’s reaction when he flashes a little leg.

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©2009 Jet Mykles, all rights reserved

Bonnie held Shawn’s upper arms, staring down into his eyes. “With no sauce that can be devised to it. I protest / I love thee.

Shawn clutched at her elbows, lowering his gaze and twisting his head to the side, facing the audience. “Why, then, God forgive me!

Bonnie cupped Shawn’s jaw with her palm, urging his face upward. “What offence, sweet Beatrice?

You have stayed me in a happy hour: I was about to / protest I loved you.” Shawn let his voice go breathy just before raising his eyes to meet Bonnie’s.

She put her arms around him, pulling him closer. “And do it with all thy heart.

He put his arms around her, smiling. “I love you with so much of my heart that none is / left to protest.

Bonnie leaned down, tilting her head for the kiss.

“Stop.” Continue reading

New cover – Devon Cream in Hot Comforts anthology

Devon CreamIsn’t he purty? I’d share some comfort with him any day!

So this is the upcoming from MLR Press. I think we’re trying to get it out by Thanksgiving. Nice line up, huh? I’ve read 2 of the other stories and they’re fabulous!

It’s not up on the upcoming page at the publisher site. Not sure why. But it is coming. I’ve already turned in my story.

EXCERPT – Pirate’s Boy (updated)

This is a preview of a short story that was published in the Sacred Bands issue of the Forbidden Love journal from Under the Moon.

Available from Under the Moon.

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Artwork by Anne Cain

(updated excerpt from earlier post. Changed after editing)

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© 2007 Jet Mykles, all rights reserved
“Damn it,” Joshua muttered, spinning at the sound of running footsteps at his back. He brought his weapon on guard and faced the next man who wanted to try and take down the pirate captain. This time he kept only cleared deck and bodies to his back, taking on the two that came at him, parrying ably with the cutlass, enough to keep one at bay and flick the tip of his rapier across the face of the other. Continue reading