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Posted by Jet Mykles on 10 Oct 2007 | Tagged as: book/story news, contemporary, excerpts, halloween, m/m, yaoi
Darien’s pretty sure his lover is pulling his leg when he starts warding the house for ghosts. But his grandmother even calls to make sure he’s doing it.
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Darien’s pretty sure his lover is pulling his leg when he starts warding the house for ghosts. But his grandmother even calls to make sure he’s doing it.
Get Tricked out with an erotic interlude with the characters of Faith.
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©2007 Jet Mykles, all rights reserved
Chris turned and crossed the hardwood floor on socked feet to stand before Darien. The smell of mint and wet dirt made Darien look at the bowl. Yep, mud. While he was still frowning at the bowl, Chris kissed his cheek then reached beside him, using a knuckle to flip on the recessed lighting that lined the ceiling along two walls. Violet-tinged shadows fled and the soft glow filled the bedroom. Giving Darien a brief smile, Chris turned and rounded their California king bed to the other window. continue reading
Posted by jetmykles on 31 Oct 2006 | Tagged as: contemporary, free stories, halloween, m/f, paranormal
© 2005 Jet Mykles
A witch has an unusual manner of exorcism.
It may be of note that I’ve wondered if this witch lives in the Leashed world.
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Humming softly, I walked straight through the unlocked doorway. It was rather easy, since the door itself had fallen from deteriorated hinges and lay rotting on the threshold. The moment I got through the opening, the howling started. Strange, unearthly moans that rattled the shattered windowpanes. A chill wind agitated dust motes in the moonlit air.
“Hello to you too,” I murmured, continuing, undeterred through the hallway toward the main room at the back of the house. I studiously ignored the waving cobwebs that dangled above and I refused to hear the scrabbling of what had to be rats—or worse—from the shadowed corners. continue reading