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…
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….
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…
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…
Originally posted on Fiction with Friction
New characters this time. Hope you like it.
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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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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
NOT SAFE FOR WORK
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“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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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.”
