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…
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.
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 “Come here.” Dean hesitated. Roland’s dark brows lowered. “Come. Here.” Hands dug deep…
Hey all, For those who’ll be there be sure to find me and say hi! GayRomLit Retreat It’s in San Diego this year, October 15-18
Originally posted on Fiction with Friction
New characters this time. Hope you like it.
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©2009 Jet Mykles, all rights reserved
Sure, he’d said, I can take Baxter home. No problem.
Jess swallowed, trying not to grip the steering wheel too hard. Beside him, the eight year old chattered on about the baseball game his dad was taking him to the next night, listing all the players he was going to see, their stats as well as his personal opinions about them. Jess listened with half an ear, enough to keep up with the conversation, but not enough to silence his inner panic.
Originally posted on Fiction with Friction
Graphic sex ahead. NOT SAFE FOR WORK
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©2010 Jet Mykles, all rights reserved
Grant didn’t often wake with company. His trysts, both male and female, tended toward fun and fast with no strings attached. In fact, he was known as a go-to guy for a casual fuck among his friends and co-workers. Perhaps not the best reputation to have, but it worked for him.
So it was really weird to wake up with Nicky in his bed.
Originally posted on Fiction with Friction in 2009
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©2009 Jet Mykles, all rights reserved
“Grant.” From his seat on the small couch, Max held up the embossed photo album, smiling from ear to ear. “Thank you.”
Grant returned the smile and raised his drink in acknowledgment of thanks. “Happy holidays, boss man.”
Max twisted to face the smaller man seated beside him. “And you.” Setting the album on the table before him, Max disregarded the crowd surrounding them as he loomed over Ferris, forcing the smaller man back against the arm of the couch. “Thank you. For everything.”
Originally posted on Fiction with Friction in 2009.
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©2009 Jet Mykles, all rights reserved
The mouthwatering scent of traditional Thanksgiving fare mingled with the moist, fruity scent from his shower as Ferris emerged from the bathroom. Hesitant, he stepped into Max’s bedroom, letting his eyes adjust to the darker room as he draped his towel over the back of a cushiony indigo settee. “Sir, aren’t we going out?”
“We are. Later.” His master set a small platter of turkey meat amidst the array of the food dishes that sat at one end of the long, sturdy table Max usually used for drafting or cutting fabric. The table had once been a fine, dark wood dining table and this afternoon its normal covering was gone so it could serve as one as well, although the setting was noticeably lopsided with all the food at one end and just a single, incomplete place setting at the other. “But first, you and I must eat.” Max busied himself with lighting the candelabra set in the center. “You know how those people are. The food there will be scarce if present at all.”
Originally posted on Fiction with Friction in 2009.
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© 2009 Jet Mykles, all rights reserved
Ferris tugged at the little tuft of thick curly cotton attached to the waistband of his tiny white vinyl shorts right at the crack of his ass. “This is a bad idea.”
Vondy giggled, well into an alcohol high despite the fact the two of them had just arrived at the party. “Nonsense. You look fabulous.” He tossed their coats onto the pile on the bed and slapped Ferris’s hand. “Stop that. You’ll jiggle it loose.”
Ferris scowled and switched to fingering the cuffs instead. White leather with shiny sterling D-rings that matched the collar around his neck. He felt so… exposed.
Originally posted on Fiction with Friction in 2008.
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©2008 Jet Mykles, all rights reserved
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“Oh shit, they’re gonna hate me.”
“They’re not going to hate you.”
“I turned their son gay.”
“You didn’t turn their son gay.” Gale lost the battle with the laughter Frank knew he’d been holding in. “They’ve known I was gay for a while now.”
“But you haven’t brought anyone home for Thanksgiving before.”
Gale reached over to grab Frank’s hand, still keeping his eyes on the road as he drove. “I haven’t wanted to bring anyone home before.”
Frank’s heart swelled. On the one hand, oh my god how sweet was it that his boyfriend loved him enough to want him to meet the family. On the other hand, oh my god how frightening was it to be meeting his boyfriend’s family!
