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Hello everyone! And welcome to the 100th Sunday Snog! Please enjoy my snippet of kisses and make sure to click on the banner above to go check out all the other authors’ snogs! Also, if you leave a comment on this post, you will be entered to win a copy of my debut shorty story in eBook format! It’s a male / male romance entitled, A Single Man’s Valentine. The winner will be picked next Sunday! So check back to see if you’re a winner! Now, on to the kisses!
It was obvious that Taylor had picked Tomatoes out from the start. With the dim lighting and candles, the restaurant was the epitome of romance and deep down, Julie was happy that he’d brought her here. The place was beautiful.
They ate big plates of pasta and shared a piece of cake that was known as Death by Chocolate. Afterwards, they sat talking for a while. “How’d you like dinner and dessert?” Taylor asked.
“It was great,” Julie answered honestly, a bright smile on her face. “Lobster ravioli and chocolate cake… you just can’t go wrong.”
Taylor grinned. “You always were a sucker for pasta and chocolate.”
Julie scooted closer to Taylor in the circular booth and leaned her head on his shoulder. “Thank you,” she murmured. “This has all been really nice.”
Taylor shifted, curling his arm around her. “Good, I’m glad. I wanted this to be special for you.”
Julie tensed. “Taylor…”
“What? I love you, Jules, and this is Valentine’s Day. You’re supposed to show people how much you love them today.”
Julie leaned forward, forearms on the table. “Taylor… it’s not going to happen. We’re not going to happen.”
“Dammit, Julie!” Taylor softly exclaimed. “Why do you have to ruin everything?”
Julie glared at him. “I’m not trying to ruin anything,” she growled. “I just don’t want you to get your hopes up when nothing is ever going to happen between us again.” Taylor didn’t respond. Instead he motioned to the waiter for the check and paid. Then they left the restaurant in silence and drove back to the inn.
As soon as they entered the room, Julie headed straight to the bathroom where she locked the door and sat down against the tub, her face in her hands. She cried so hard, her sobs shook her whole body. She hated that she had ruined Taylor’s evening. She hated that he was mad at her, but what she hated the most was that she was too damn scared to be with the only man who could ever make her truly happy.
After a while, Julie heard a knock on the bathroom door. “Julie… Jules… please let me in,” Taylor called through the door.
“Go away, Taylor,” Julie said.
“Please let me in, I know you’re crying.” Then Julie heard the door knob rattle, she had locked the door. “C’mon, let me in,” Taylor begged.
“No!” Julie exclaimed, a sob immediately following. She kept her face buried in her hands as she sobbed, and she could hear Taylor continuing to jiggle the knob. After a moment, she heard the door open. What the fuck? How’d he do that?
Taylor knelt before her, whispering her name. “Julie, baby.”
“Leave me alone.”
“I can’t,” said Taylor. “I hate seeing you like this. It’s breaking my heart.”
Julie finally looked up at him with a glare and spoke through gritted teeth. “Then you shouldn’t have come in here.” Taylor brushed the tears off her face silently and she shook her head. “This was so stupid. We shouldn’t have come here.”
“Don’t say that,” Taylor whispered.
“But it was.” Julie felt like she was going to start sobbing again.
Taylor cupped her face in his hands. “Don’t cry, beautiful.”
“I can’t help it.” Julie pouted as a tear slid down her cheek.
Taylor rubbed it away with the pad of his thumb. “I love you. Can we just… can we pretend that it’s all okay? That we’re in love again and this is our romantic Valentine’s Day getaway?”
Julie studied Taylor’s face for a moment. She knew, before she even spoke it, what her answer was going to be and she knew it was probably going to be the worst decision she could make. But her heart didn’t care what her brain had to say. “It’s just pretend,” she finally said.
“I know, and tomorrow everything can go back to normal.” Taylor stood and pulled Julie to her feet. “Tonight though… no strings attached, I promise.”
Julie brushed a lock of Taylor’s hair out of his eyes. Then she leaned forward, hugging him tightly. “I love you, Taylor, but just for tonight.”
Taylor breathed a quiet sigh of relief. “I love you, too.”
Julie slowly drew back and looked into Taylor’s bright blue eyes that shined with so much love for her, just like they always had. It was in that moment that she threw caution to the wind and pressed her mouth gently to Taylor’s. Taylor sighed, his lips parting, allowing Julie to slide her tongue inside and map every square inch that she had missed so much. They kissed slowly and softly, their tongues twining and lapping. “I love you, Taylor, I always have,” she said quietly.
Taylor nuzzled her cheek lightly. “I love you, too. To the moon and back, I promise you, forever.”
Julie’s eyes teared up and she wrapped her hand around the back of Taylor’s neck, pulling him in for a kiss to distract herself from the sadness that was trying to take over. The kiss they shared this time was a little harder and much more desperate on both their parts. Julie’s hands wound their way through Taylor’s thick hair as his hands slid up and down her back in soothing motions.
A moment later, Taylor scooped Julie up in his arms. He carried her to the other room where they spent the rest of the night getting reacquainted with every dip and curve of each other’s bodies, finally falling asleep when the sunlight began to stream through the curtains of their room.
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So I’ve decided to take out a bunch of writing books that I got a few years ago that have some pretty cool writing exercises in them. I did one last night that I thought was cool and wanted to share with you the results. The writing exercise is entitled “Birth of a Story in an Hour or Less” and is actually really fun to do. The exercise is by Crystal Wilkinson and can be found in the book, Now Write! Fiction Writing Exercises From Today’s Best Writers and Teachers. This book is full of exercises that can really spark some inspiration. So… here’s my short story, which has no title. Or maybe we’ll just call it “Tommy & Cassidy.”
WARNING: (before getting to the story, I want to warn that I mention rape in this work, but it’s really only the word rape, not the event. But I just wanted to prepare you beforehand. There is also talk of suicide and overdosing, again, not the actual acts. xo –– Also, this hasn’t been edited or read over by anyone but myself. xo)
Cassidy had been raped; it was in the past, so why couldn’t she get over it? Why couldn’t she move passed it? Normally, in her every day life, the rape wasn’t much of an issue. She could go out with her friends, hang out at home, and it didn’t bother her much because it was so long ago. But now Tommy was in her life and they were friends, but also something a little more than that. It had been established between them that they both had feelings for one another, but that’s about as far as it had gone so far. That is, until Tommy said he was going to be in the neighborhood and they should go get coffee. Of course Cassidy had agreed and now as she waited for him to pick her up, she was nervous, too nervous. She had known Tommy for almost a decade and there was nothing to be nervous about. Except that he was a guy and ever since the rape, men had made her very uncomfortable.
Cassidy sighed and pulled her long blond hair up into a ponytail, securing it in place with a hair tie. Tommy would be there any minute and she was trying to keep herself calm. She closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths, trying to steady her nerves. Suddenly there was a knock on her front door.
“Fuck,” she muttered. Tommy was right on time. Cassidy took another calming breath and grabbed her purse before heading to the door.
Cassidy opened the door wide and when she saw Tommy’s smiling face, it was like all her nerves had disappeared. They completely vanished as a wide grin took over her face. “Hey,” she said.
“Hey, are you ready?” Tommy asked.
Cassidy nodded. “Yeah, let’s go.” She stepped out of the house and shut the door behind her. Then she followed Tommy out to his car.
Cassidy and Tommy took their coffees over to the couch in the corner of the little café. It was a locally owned coffee shop that sat in the middle of a square in downtown Concord. Instead of tables and chairs, there were couches and coffee tables, and wingback chairs with side tables. The coffee shop had a calming atmosphere with soft music and quiet conversation playing under the sound of loud cappuccino machines. The room was lit with a random assortment of pendant lights hanging over the seating areas to give the place a cozy feeling. It was intimate, but not romantic and that helped give Cassidy a feeling of safety.
She and Tommy were silent as they sipped their coffees, facing each other on the overstuffed couch. Suddenly Cassidy blurted out, “You could be the one to mess me up.”
Tommy gave her a confused look. “What does that mean?”
“It means… it means you affect me in ways no one else ever has.” Cassidy felt her face heat with a blush and she prayed that the light in this corner of the café was too low for Tommy to notice.
“It’s not a bad thing,” Cassidy mumbled and took a sip of her coffee.
“It’s not?” Tommy asked, placing his cup on the coffee table beside them.
“You don’t sound convinced.” Cassidy tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
“Because I’m not. How is messing you up a good thing?”
“I didn’t… it’s not… I just meant that out of anyone, you’re the only one capable of messing me up.” Cassidy made a face. This wasn’t coming out right. “You have this… affect on me… this power. It’s sort of unreal.”
Tommy looked down at his hands, clasped together in his lap. “What if I don’t want power over you?”
“Too late,” Cassidy murmured.
Tommy glared at her. “Fuck you. Don’t give me that responsibility, I don’t want it.”
Cassidy rolled her eyes. “I can’t help how you make me feel.”
“I don’t make you do anything.”
“You make me feel for the first time in a long time,” Cassidy said quietly, looking down into her coffee cup, swirling the brown liquid around, making a little whirlpool.
“What… what do I make you feel?” Tommy asked.
Cassidy took a deep breath and finally lifted her gaze to Tommy’s. “Happy mostly,” she said with a shrug. “But, also, you make me feel alive for the first time in years.”
“You weren’t alive before?” Tommy said with curiosity.
Cassidy shook her head. “No, I was just surviving, I wasn’t living. It’s worse than being dead… or so I imagine.”
“Have you ever thought about it?”
Cassidy cocked her head to the side in question. “About what?”
“You mean suicide?”
Tommy bit his lip as he nodded. “Yeah…”
Cassidy licked over her lips and took a sip of her coffee. “I haven’t just thought about it, I’ve attempted it.”
Cassidy sighed quietly and placed her coffee on the table next to Tommy’s. She pulled her legs up beside her on the couch cushion and snuggled further into the back of the couch. “Because being numb to feelings and not actually living was just so horrible that I was in mental anguish twenty-four-seven. At least if I were dead, I wouldn’t be in pain anymore.” She looked down at the hole in the knee of her jeans.
“When?” Tommy asked.
Cassidy looked at him again. “When what?”
“Did you do it? How long ago?”
Cassidy made a face. “The last time was two and a half years ago.”
Cassidy raised an eyebrow. “Wow?” she asked.
“I just mean that you seem so… okay right now, I never would have guessed.”
“It’s mostly because of you.”
“Me? Why me?”
Cassidy smiled gently. “Because… you’re you. You’re funny and talented, you’re handsome and interesting to talk to. We have so much in common, yet we’re so opposite and it just meshes. I… I think I’m in love with you.” Cassidy felt herself blush again, so much hotter than earlier in the conversation.
Tommy tensed. “No, you can’t be.”
“But I am.”
“Fall out of love with me,” Tommy demanded.
“Why?” Cassidy asked.
“I’m no good, I’ll ruin you.”
Cassidy rolled her eyes. “No you won’t.”
“I’m an asshole,” Tommy said.
“You have your moments, but doesn’t everyone? I know I can certainly be a bitch at times.”
Tommy looked at Cassidy like she was crazy. “You’re not a bitch.”
“No, not all the time, but I can be.”
Now it was Tommy’s turn to roll his eyes. “You’re a decent, kind-hearted human being and anyone who tells you differently is an automatic asshole.”
Cassidy blushed again. Dammit! Why can’t I stop blushing? “You think so?” she asked bashfully.
Tommy smiled widely. “I know so.”
“You’re amazing, you know,” Tommy said, reaching out to brush away that lock of hair that kept falling in Cassidy’s eyes.
Cassidy felt her face burn hotter, which could only mean that it was brighter. “No, I’m not,” she muttered.
“You have a hard time with compliments, don’t you?”
“Is it that obvious?” Cassidy asked, scrunching her nose up in a look that clearly stated she hated how badly she reacted to compliments.
“Yes, but I have a hard time with it, too, so it’s easier for me to spot.”
“So let’s agree to disagree, you’re not an asshole and I’m not amazing,” Cassidy stated.
“But you are,” Tommy said. “You’d have to be to like me… that, or you’re crazy.”
Cassidy laughed with a grin. “Oh, I know I’m crazy. And I don’t like you. I’m in love with you.”
“Why do you have to say that?” Tommy asked, looking a little sad.
Cassidy reached out to place her hand on Tommy’s knee. “Because it’s true.”
“Can we agree to disagree?”
“Not in matters of the heart.”
“I can’t love you back,” Tommy murmured.
Cassidy gave him a gentle smile. “I’m not asking you to.”
“Then what are you asking me to do? What do you want from me?”
“I’m just asking you to try,” Cassidy told him. “If you’re trying, I’m staying.”
“But what do you want from me?”
Cassidy moved closer until their knees touched. “I don’t want anything but your trust, trust that I’m not going to cheat or break your heart. All I want is to be with you.”
“You can’t fix me,” Tommy murmured almost sadly.
“I don’t want to,” Cassidy promised. “I love you for who you are, no matter the broken pieces, because honestly? Your pieces fit perfectly with mine.”
Tommy took a breath and let it out slowly. “I like you a lot, Cass, I really do. You mean so much to me.”
Cassidy smiled. “Ditto.”
“Say you’ll stay?”
“Say you’ll try?”
“For you? Yeah, I’ll try.”
“Then I’m staying, I promise.”
Tommy cupped Cassidy’s cheek in his hand and looked down at her lips a moment before lifting his gaze back to hers. He licked over his lips and said, “I’m going to kiss you now.”
Cassidy nodded. “Okay…”
Then Tommy leaned in and pressed his mouth to Cassidy’s. Their lips brushed together gently as Cassidy’s eyes slid closed and she sighed, her hand moving up to grasp the back of Tommy’s neck.
When the kiss ended a short time later, Cassidy rested her forehead against Tommy’s. “I love you,” she whispered.
“Shh,” she murmured. “You don’t have to say it back. Just know that I love you and you can’t scare me away.”
“Promise?” Tommy asked quietly.
“I promise you,” Cassidy answered.
Tommy brushed his lips against her forehead and pulled her in for a tight hug. Cassidy buried her nose in Tommy’s neck, inhaling deeply, trying to commit his spicy scent to memory. “I love you,” she whispered again. “And I’m not going anywhere.”
“I’m glad,” Tommy replied and nuzzled against her neck. “You make me happy, too.”
They turned on the couch to get more comfortable, Tommy drawing Cassidy to his side as they sipped their drinks. They talked quietly about how their day had gone before they met up and what their plans for the rest of the day were. When a small silence fell over them, Cassidy spoke up. “That was my first kiss since… you know.”
“Really?” Tommy asked, surprised.
Cassidy nodded and stared down into her cup.
Tommy kissed her hair lightly. “How do you feel?”
Cassidy smiled. “I’m good and… I wouldn’t be opposed to it happening again.”
Tommy chuckled. “Well, that’s good because I may be planning on kissing you goodbye later.”
“Don’t get my hopes up, T.”
“I don’t make promises I can’t keep,” Tommy murmured, nuzzling her cheek.
Cassidy turned her head to look into his eyes. “I love you,” she said.
Tommy stroked her cheek lightly. “I wish I could say it back.”
“I only want you to be able to trust me and then, maybe, if you fall in love with me, you can tell me then.”
Tommy smiled. “Maybe I will.”
“I hope you do.”
Questions? Comments? Advice?
Thanks for reading! Until next time…
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I’m sorry I didn’t post yesterday on the anniversary; I must have lost my head! But today’s post will still honor the one year anniversary of my first publication, A Single Man’s Valentine, which you can win by simply leaving a comment and your email address!
So this past year has been a blast with a release and a ton of writing going on. I’m working on two different full length novels at the moment. One is over 40 thousand words! O_O The other isn’t quite as far along, less than 10 thousand, but it’s getting there.
The longer novel is m/m and about a guy that is raising his teenage sister on his own and going to college. In order for them to survive, he works six days a week as a high-end escort, catering to the wealthy men of his city. His first day of college, he meets a man that he’s instantly attracted to, but doesn’t think he has the time for with all of his responsibilities. That night, his client ends up being the guy from school. Can you imagine the drama that could cause?
As for the other novel, well, there’s not much to say at the moment without giving away everything I’ve written so far as it’s so short at the moment. All I can tell you right now is that it’s a romance (of course) with a little bit of supernatural twist, and it’s a m/f pairing.
I still can’t believe it’s been a year since my first eBook was released. I also can’t believe how well it did, especially in the first quarter. I was just hoping to get one book sold, and lets just say, I did way better than one sale.
I can only hope that when I finally publish my first full-length that it’ll be as successful as my first short story has been.
Because this is an anniversary post, I guess I should tell you a little bit about the book this anniversary is honoring. It’s called, A Single Man’s Valentine and you can get it at Barnes and Noble, Amazon, All Romance Ebooks, and Bookstrand. (click on the links and it’ll take you right to the book)
Kris Goodwin wants to spend his first Valentine’s Day since his divorce alone in his apartment with a case of beer. But his best friend Jake has other ideas and shows up unannounced. Jake has brought supplies for what he calls the perfect single man’s Valentine’s Day; take-out, flowers, romantic comedies and a box of chocolates.
As the evening progresses, Jake admits the harmless crush he’s had on Kris isn’t quite as harmless as he’s made it out to be. He’s actually in love with Kris. Then Kris tells Jake the real reason behind his divorce.
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Thank you all for celebrating this wonderful occasion with me. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I’d ever be celebrating the release anniversary of something I had written. I can truly say that writing is a dream I had and now I am living it. I want to thank everyone that has made this possible for me, especially everyone at Rebel Ink Press. They have been so good to me over the past year and I can’t wait to have them take on my next project.
All the Love,
I know it’s been a while since I’ve posted, the holidays were crazy! But in just two short days it will be the ONE YEAR anniversary of my first ever eBook, A Single Man’s Valentine! I can’t believe a whole year has come and gone already. On Thursday, I’ll be having a little party, here, on my blog. I encourage you all to come along and enjoy as there may be a copy or two (or three) of A Single Man’s Valentine up for grabs! My post on Thursday will give you all the details about how to enter and how many actual .pdf copies I’ll be giving out.
I can’t wait to celebrate with you all! It’s been an amazing year and I’m excited to show you what’s coming up for the future.
All the Love,
Hey everyone! Thanks so much for all your wonderful comments on my flash fiction piece. But now it’s time to pick a winner!
The lucky person who is going to receive my first novella A Single Man’s Valentine is…..
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Once again, thank you all for your comments.